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"no, thanks. hard pass. -- god, that would be even worse." he practically snorted, and the laugh actually managed to come out genuine. he really did appreciate the effort the archivist was making to not simply KNOW all of the deepest, most horrible things about him, to not read his every waking thought. in truth, he knew jon had a point, bittersweet as it may be. this was who ...or possibly even, as he'd rather indelicately put it, what jon was now. and yeah, that meant that sharing his traumas came with the rather unfortunate caveat of feeding that bloody fear god ...thing. -- but what exactly were they supposed to do, then? not get to know one another better? never talk about their pasts, or their fears? never open up and be vulnerable? ...martin steeled himself a bit in the face of that thought. "...y'know what? -- you're right, jon. so what if it means it gets a bloody snack? like hell I'm gonna let this whole edritch terror ...thing get in the way of my shot at a real relationship with you. I've waited too long for that." he declared, quite determined on the matter in spite of the slight tinge of color the resolution brought to his cheeks. he reached out to take the archivist's left hand in his right and began to drag him along the sprawling, uneven ground, away from the scorching ruin of the still burning building growing gradually smaller and farther away at their backs. "...but let's talk about it while we walk, alright? I know, I know; whatever's coming next is probably just as bad, maybe worse, but I ...I don't want to be HERE anymore."
a chuckle to martins reaction . " even worse ? what exactly are you afraid i'll see in there ? " brow lifts , the archivist seemed amused if only for a brief moment and smile lingered . these brief flashes of time where it was just the pair of them , not any eldritch horror or unseen force driving them to do unholy bidding . just them . " it might not be the end of the world you know but of course i'll respect your wishes , martin . " tone soft , kind . and a hint of tired ? it was as though he felt he SHOULD sound tired , so he did . despite the beasts of this new world keeping them permanently awake .
hand was taken and the near god followed behind without a word , allowing himself to be led by someone he trusted . loved . another small smile . " yes martin . " in that same amused tone , how very blackwood of him . to just take the lead despite not knowing the direction . how much he had changed over the years ? had it been years ? it warmed dead insides if it were at all possible . and then as though replaying the words now both brows lift in surprise . " uh .. how - how long exactly HAVE you waited to be a relationship with me then ? " the question was posed with a lilt of smug attitude . very slim . but mostly he was just curious . they walked together now , jon noticed they still held hands . jon let that happen too .
" i guess we haven't really spoken , have we ? talked about many things besides the uh blood , and gore . and the mmm , sprawling madness . " a clear of his throat . heat began to fade from the outside and yet inside ? inside of his chest it tightened into a ball as fingers laced with his own . where had this inexplicable affection for his once assistant come from ? and really did it matter , as long as martin was there now . that martin offered a little joy in a joyless world .
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During the 2020 shut-in era, I basically only listened to Coldplay and god the amnt of emotional nostalgia I get from listening to their music is so
#the first 3 albums only btw 🥰🥰#theres some songs i rly like from their other albums#but nothing has the gut punch of their first 3 for me#and i listened to them a lot while developing my main oc ship#so listening to these im like SOB SOB ECLIPOIR SOB SOB SOB#i even drew art of them w the lyrics....#but now these songs are my go-to ship coded songs#so ofc listening to them now my brain is subconsciously trying to apply them to vettonso....#tho something i think is very funny is how this music is pretty basic right? not a bad thing!!! but like very well known normal music#but of course when i listen to it im making these over dramatic animatics in my head to them#and once i looked at the lyrics explanation for a song cause i was curious#and the reasoning was something super boring related to chris martin's marriage and it ruined the song for a bit LMFAO#i cant be thinking abt them in that context okay 😭😭 theyre the songs thsy form the tapestry for basically every ship i have#blah blah blah typical catie moment of 'i dont listen to these songs in the NORMAL way' calm down...#anyways getting emo as always over this music sob sob sob#I just love that music can instantly transport you back to a specific time in your life or a specific thing#i think I also was into rainbow six when i listened to this music mainly 😭😭 so now ofc theyre popping into my head#also my god: Spies would be such a good Bond song and i refuse to believe they didnt write it w that in mind ;;;;;#maybe i should put more thought into what songs of theirs i could apply to vettonso...#i really need to make a playlist for them sometime :D#catie.rambling.txt
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coughs twice. flattens hair. taps mic.
GREAT POST OP
Wk Doodle dump
here are some of the doodles from the lovely requests you guys sent, thank you so much <333 I don't actually know that much about pokemon but my fav gen is black and white so I just drew them with the starters bc i love snivy and oshowatt idk Also more sick Chris doodles because im currently sick (yes again) for the umpteenth time and im going to make him suffer with me...
#OP.#OP YOURE KILLING ME.#OHHH UIHMYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD#THIS IS SICK AND TWISTED OH MY GOD /POS /POS /POS /POS /POS /POS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH#on call rn me and bro are tweaking over ur art#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH#i love. i love the. the brother bond u draw them it's so good i lvoe it it's so perfect it makes me sob and miserable and twibble and GODDD#youre amazing op.#this is great#MARTIN KRATT "I LOVE OTTERS!!!!'#THIS IS SO FUCKED#I LOVE THIS SO MUCH#sorry im going insane this is just amazing thank you for being sucha talented and cool and awesome artist im so happy that this post exists#ran out of space in the tag before#thank you littlecrittereli *we all stand and applaud*#wild kratts#martin kratt#chris kratt#wild kratts fanart#kratt brothers#wild kratts aviva#aviva corcovado#wild kratts koki#wild kratts jimmy#jimmy z#op this is great#CHRIST this is so good
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kate martin head cannons
warnings- some nsfw, fluff
a/n: first kate post !!!
sfw
NICKNAMESSSS
love, baby, pretty lady!!!
hear me out she calls u babygirl.
soooo clingy.
will whine if you have to leave her early in the morning and will beg you to stay and cuddle
her morning voice >>>
loves babysitting carson with you.
she cried the first time she saw you hold him becuase of how cute it was
“nothing baby, it’s just so cute.”
you think the blankey she sleeps with is so cute (bc it is)
you think her hot sauce addiction is insane. (bc it is)
loves how close you are with her siblings
nsfw
lowkey sub
but if she needs to burn of steam oh lord she ain’t stopping on you
will literally keep going untill your sobbing and say the safeword.
will ask you if she’s doing a good job
BSKAYENDUSYSHDHD
RIDING HERRRRR
her nose >>>
late night or early morning sleepy sex w her >>>
DIRTY TALKKKK FROM KATE
#wnba basketball#kate martin smut#kate martin#kate martin headcannons#kate martin x reader#iowa wbb#iowa hawkeyes#lv aces#las vegas#las vegas aces
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a/n: this fic really only happened bc @youunravelme sent the pic of mat in the brown suit and said he looks like he could be carrying a diaper bag 😂 and then my mat and squeaks-loving heart ran with that! i’ve been telling their story in bits and pieces and out of order, but this story has more mention of squeaks’ mental state post-partum
word count: 4.2k
tw: mentions of post-partum anxiety, mentions of being on anti-anxiety medication, body image issues,
summary: being a bridesmaid in a wedding out east is the perfect reason for a little family and friends getaway, but you can’t completely let go of your anxieties
You should be having fun, getting ready with the girls and having your hair and makeup done, but your chest feels tight and you’re finding it hard to breathe.
Maybe air. You need air.
Rubbing at your sternum with one hand curled into a fist, you wander over to the French doors of the bridal suite, pushing them open and sticking your head out onto the balcony. The slight breeze off of Sag Harbor Bay is helping, the salty air cool and taking an edge off the mid-July heat.
A cool hand lands on your shoulder and you jump, turning slightly to see Kristy’s concerned face. “Are you okay?” She asks, a furrow between her eyebrows.
“I…yes? No?” You falter, fist still pressed against your chest. You recognize the anxiety symptoms, familiar as they are, but you’re not sure what triggered it. You’d been laughing just a few minutes ago, all the bridesmaids getting the final touches before heading out to line up for the ceremony.
“How about some water?” Kristy’s already uncapping a water bottle and handing it to you as she speaks, a mom multitasking.
You’re sipping at the water, your head spinning a little bit, when there’s a knock on the door to the suite. You can’t see who’s at the door, but you do hear Syd call your name, laughing, “we have an uninvited husband and baby here.”
“Oh!” You don’t have to see Mat and Talia for the knot in your chest to ease and for your breathing to get easier. They’re exactly who you needed and you don’t waste any time in hurrying as fast as your heeled feet will take you towards the door to the suite.
Mat’s hovering at the door, looking handsome and polished in his suit, a far cry from the disheveled, bed-headed mess you’d left behind at the Martins’ Hamptons home this morning. He’s got Talia in his arms, her back against his chest so she can see everything that’s going on. Syd’s squishing her little cheeks, making your fifteen-month-old giggle wildly and wriggle in Mat’s arms. The skirt of her summery floral dress is bunched up under Mat’s forearm, exposing chunky toddler legs.
“Hey!” Mat looks up and grins at you, the delighted expression on his face flickering when he sees whatever expression is on yours.
“Mama!” Talia shrieks and lunges for you, Mat’s arms tightening reflexively around the wiggly toddler.
Syd laughs and gives her a noisy kiss on the cheek. “Aunt Syd doesn’t hold a candle to Mom, I guess,” she shrugs and you offer her a faint smile.
“She’ll change her mind in like twenty minutes,” you joke, reaching out for her and stepping into Mat’s personal space. “Hi, Bug. Having a good morning with Daddy? I’ve missed you.” There’s a wobble to your voice and Mat doesn’t miss it.
“Hey,” he ducks his head closer to yours, his cheek brushing against the side of Talia’s head, “what’s going on? Are you okay?”
It’s the exact same question Kristy asked a few minutes ago, but when Mat asks it, you can’t help the tears that well up in your lash line or the hiccuping sob that escapes your lips even as you try to press them together.
Mat’s face immediately falls and he quickly kisses the side of Talia’s head, murmuring to her, “you’re gonna hang with Aunt Syd for a minute, okay, Bug?”
“No!” You nearly yelp, holding Talia’s fingers tighter. You don’t want her out of your sight. “No,” you repeat, quieter. “Just…just let me hang out with her for a minute.”
Talia chants her few words, mamas and dadas falling happily from her smiling mouth, her hands tucked in yours. You can feel the anxiety seep from your body, your shoulders lowering from your ears.
Mat nods and he secures Talia against his chest with one arm so he can cup your cheek with the other hand. His thumb brushes softly against your cheekbone and you lean into his touch, barely concerned about the layer of makeup coating your skin. “You were okay this morning,” he says, a statement that sounds more like a question.
“Mhm,” you hum a reply, smiling widely at Talia and brushing her dark curls off her face. She scrunches up her face and squeals when you tickle her cheeks. “I…I was okay until a few minutes ago, honestly. I don’t know, Mat.” You lift one shoulder in a shrug, knowing that your anxiety is unpredictable lately, less constant than in the months following Talia’s birth, but no less severe when the attacks hit.
Talia reaches for the chain of your necklace, tangling her little fingers in the fine metal, and you finally take her from Mat’s arms, only slightly concerned about wrinkling the chiffon of your lavender bridesmaid dress. She curls up against your chest, her head fitting perfectly under your chin, and you have to swallow back another wave of emotion.
He leans slightly against the doorframe and studies your face. After a beat, he says, “do you think you’re tapering off the Lexapro too fast?”
It’s been three months since you started tapering off, guided by your doctor’s advice, and it’s been hard. Easier now that it’s summertime and Mat’s around every day.
You shrug, shake your head. “I don’t think so, no? I took it this morning anyway,” you sigh, pressing your cheek against the top of Talia’s head. She’s wiggling in your arms, fighting to get loose and run around. “I’ve never been away from her for this long.”
“It’s only been eight hours,” Mat raises an eyebrow. His hand is on your hip now, stroking gently, and you try not to think about the layers of Spanx under your dress, the way your hips have spread since Talia’s birth, the stubborn ten pounds that won’t go away. You’re back in your pre-pregnancy size, technically, but you just don’t feel right in your skin yet and the bridesmaid dress is only serving to emphasize just how off you feel. The extra padding at your hips and chest feels strange to you, even though Mat’s proven time and time again that he can’t keep his hands off of you, no matter your size.
“Yeah,” you agree. “But she’s always with me, all day.”
Mat sighs your name. There’s a little defensiveness in the slope of his shoulders now. “I have her though,” he says. “I can handle her alone.”
“I know,” the words spill out, “I know you do! You’re the best dad, Mat. I just…feel like…like? It’s not that I didn’t think you were okay, I missed her. It’s scary, not to have her with me.” The hiccuping sob is back, shaking your voice, and you have to hoist Talia higher up on your hip. She’s babbling to herself, wiggling around, and you know you should let her toddle around to get some of her energy out before the ceremony, but you can’t seem to let her go.
You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek, trying not to think of the days she was in the NICU, when Mat was gone. You thought you were over that hump, worked through the trauma with your therapist and with Mat, but for whatever reason, today is really hard.
“Hey,” Mat reaches up and brushes at your cheek, wiping a tear away, “I know. Squeaks, I know. But she’s here and she’s okay and you’re not a bad mom.”
“Maybe I wasn’t ready for this,” you huff, embarrassment starting to settle in your stomach. You’re being dramatic. You’d said yes to being a bridesmaid before you even knew you were pregnant with Talia and even after her birth, since Syd and Kristy were also bridesmaids, you’d figured you would be okay surrounded by your friends.
Mat leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth, mindful of your lipstick. “You’re fine. Just a bad brain moment,” he mumbles, using your therapist’s phrase for your anxiety. “T and I are going to be cool during the ceremony and then the three of us will party it up with everyone else, okay?”
“Okay,” you nod, squeezing Talia one more time - getting an outraged squawk from her in return - before passing her back to Mat. They give you matching scrunch-faced smiles and you return a watery smile.
“Say bye to Mommy,” Mat jiggles Talia a bit and she giggles, waving and chanting a ‘bye bye, Mama’ in her sweet little voice.
“Bye bye, baby,” you wave back, your smile more natural now.
Mat leans in for one more quick kiss, Talia shrieking a giggle as she swoops forward in his arms. “You look beautiful,” he whispers against your cheek. “Lucky me, I get to go home with the hottest bridesmaid.”
Normally you’d roll your eyes at his flirting, but today you really needed the compliment. Your stomach warms and you smile gratefully at him.
He and Talia wave at you and she blows kisses, making you laugh as they head down the hallway and off to the outside patio where the ceremony will take place.
You’re feeling better after seeing them and when Syd and Kristy drag you back into the festivities and photographs, it’s fun again.
Mat’s sitting with Casey, Matt, and the kids towards the back of the crowd - daddy dare care while the moms are busy in the bridal party. You catch sight of Mat’s dark head immediately and your heartbeat kicks a little when you spot Talia’s matching dark hair over his shoulder. She’s standing on his thighs, her hands in his for balance, and when she sees you walking down the aisle, she shouts and waves at you, nearly losing her balance and tipping off of Mat’s lap. Casey’s hands shoot out and steady her before she can really go anywhere and you exhale in relief.
You wave at her behind your bouquet, an easy smile on your face.
The ceremony is a blur, your focus on Mat and Talia in the back. Towards the end, he has to slip out quickly with the diaper bag on his shoulder, but he’s back a few minutes later, shooting you a quick thumbs up.
By the time you get inside after photographs, cocktail hour is winding down. You, Syd, and Kristy find your little group immediately - Jack, Reese, and Winnie in a little dance circle in the corner even though there’s no real music playing. Alice, Cole, and Talia are looking rough, interrupted naps and a long day getting the best of the younger crowd.
“Hi!” You call out, setting your bouquet on the table the guys have commandeered, reaching out immediately for Talia. Mat offers her up easily and she clings to you like a little koala. “Missed you, baby,” you murmur, kissing the top of her head.
She’s got a handful of squished French fries, which you didn’t realize until her fingers loosen and a couple of them fall down the top of your dress.
“Ah,” you wince when the cold potato touches your skin. Mat snorts at the look on your face and stands up with a napkin to wipe off Talia’s hands.
“Am I allowed to stick my hands down your top to clean you up or is that public indecency?” He asks with a cheeky smile. There’s a smudge of red on his jaw - ketchup, most likely, and you smirk a little, amused that neither Matt nor Casey felt like telling him about it.
Before you can answer, all four of your friends chime in together, “public indecency,” earning an eye roll from Mat.
He ignores them and blocks your body with his so no one can see his hand disappear into your bra. He fishes out the fries and tweaks your nipple on the way out. You turn a gasp into a cough and glare at him. His answering smile is all faux-innocence.
“Now that you two are done being gross,” Matt rolls his eyes, even though he’s smiling, “are you ready to head in?”
The group is ushered into the main reception hall, floor to ceiling windows giving a gorgeous view of the water and the sun as it dips towards the horizon. The kids run off, pointed towards their table by Syd, and the adults head to the table right next to it, the toddler group accompanying. Talia slumps on your lap, looking like she’s fading a bit, until Mat pulls a piece of his roll off and hands it to her.
She beams at him and you make an attempt to get her to say ‘thank you’ that mostly ends up being gibberish unless she’s saying ‘Dada.’
“Feeling better?” Mat asks quietly, angled in your direction. You reach out to swipe your thumb over his jaw, cleaning off the ketchup, and he frowns down at your hand before huffing a laugh when he sees the condiment smudge.
You nod. “I’m good,” you reassure him with the truth. “I think I just really needed to see T this morning.”
His hand is warm on your knee and he nods, satisfied after he studies your face.
The bride and groom make their entrance, doing away with the entrances for the bridal party except for the maid of honor and the best man, and when it’s time for the couples to join them on the dance floor for the first dance, Mat takes Talia in his arms and after the distribution of kids to adults has happened, you’re dancing with Jack. He looks adorable in his little suit, seriously trying to spin you when he sees Casey twirl Reese.
“Jack, you’re the best dance partner I’ve ever had,” you laugh, helping him out by squatting and twirling under his arm.
He grins at you, showing off a smile of half baby teeth and half-grown in adult teeth. “Make sure you tell Uncle Mat,” he says. “Cause he said he could beat me in a dance contest, but I don’t think he can.”
“I’ll pass along the message,” you grin back. The music speeds up and you start swinging Jack’s arms in wide arcs, making him laugh. You push him out and pull him back in, wrapping him in a hug and tickling his sides. He breaks away and transitions into a few fairly impressive dance moves, including the Robot, which you’d love to know where he learned.
Mat dances over to you, Talia happy in his arms and wiggling along to the music. You take her and shimmy, making her laugh.
“Sick moves, Jacky,” Mat grins, ruffling his blond hair.
“Aunt Squeaks said they’re better than yours,” the seven-year-old shoots back, making an attempt to moonwalk away.
You burst out laughing and Mat turns a betrayed look on you. “Seriously?” He asks. “My moves are amazing!”
“Oh, look,” you smile, turning your head, “dinner’s being served!” It’s not, but it works to make Mat laugh and grab your hand to spin you and Talia in a circle.
Dinner is served a few minutes later and you and Mat trade off on who gets to hold Talia on their lap so the other can eat. Mat ends up with her for a good chunk of the meal, talking over her head and opening his mouth when she tries to reach up and shove a roasted potato past his teeth.
“Hey, cool it, girl,” you laugh, tugging at her hand when she misses his mouth and nearly shoves the potato up his nose. “Daddy doesn’t want to breathe in potato.”
Casey and Matt share a laugh before Matt chimes in, “his nostrils are big enough he’ll be able to breathe around the potato.”
Mat flips them off behind Talia’s back and you join in with their laughter, not even pretending to hide it when Mat turns a betrayed look on you. “My own wife,” he cries dramatically. “No loyalty even in my own home.”
You shrug and feed Talia a piece of your filet mignon. “I can’t fight the truth, baby,” you tease, leaning out of the way when Mat reaches for you to pinch your side.
The dance floor picks up again and you find yourself spinning with Mat’s arms around you, Talia taken by Syd to dance with her and Alice.
“She’s a little party animal,” you laugh, watching her wiggle while holding hands with Alice.
“Gets it from her mom and aunts,” Mat teases, hands low on your back, pulling you flush against his body. You can feel the gentle press of his cock against your hip, semi-hard behind his zipper. “She’s going to be a handful when she’s older, isn’t she?”
You nod. “Oh yeah, I think we’re going to have fun watching her grow up,” you murmur, emotion tightening your throat.
Casey and Matt swing Reese and Winnie in the air, Kristy shimmying with Jack. The little group is all laughter and smiles.
“I’m so glad we were able to do this,” you say after a few seconds. “The mini-vacation, the wedding. I know I freaked out this morning, but it’s nice to be around everyone.”
“Good,” Mat presses a soft kiss to your temple, swaying with you. “I was a little worried, not gonna lie.”
A little knot of guilt tangles in your stomach and you frown into his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you whisper into the fabric of his shirt. “I know this past year has been…” you trail off, too many adjectives applicable to describe the past year.
Mat laughs faintly, “I know. You don’t have to apologize, I’m just glad we’re pretty much back to normal.”
Over Mat’s shoulder, you watch Jack spin Talia in a circle to make her laugh. She laughs so hard she nearly falls over and your heart skips a beat when it seems like she might hit the ground. Matt catches her back and holds her until she regains her balance, still giggling.
“My mom mentioned coming down for a visit,” Mat continues. “Maybe we can take her up on that, let her babysit and go away for the night, just the two of us?”
There’s something in Mat’s tone, a little cajoling, a little frustrated, a lot hopeful.
You haven’t been away with just Mat since before Talia was born, haven’t even spent more than a handful of hours away from her before this morning, but still, you find yourself nodding. “That sounds nice,” you reply, meaning it.
Mat’s fingers squeeze your hips and you pull back to see his smile, grinning back at him.
It’s not the old normal, but the new normal is pretty nice too.
The night winds down and you leave the reception early, Mat’s jacket draped over your shoulders and Talia passed out in Mat’s arms. You help lead the older kids out to the cars, making sure Reese doesn’t trip over her feet. Everyone gets buckled into their appropriate car seats for the drive back to the Martins’ and you find your eyes closing while Mat drives.
His hand is warm in yours and the radio is playing quietly.
“You look beautiful,” Mat says into the silence.
You crack a small smile and open one eye to look at him. “You said that earlier,” you remind him.
“I wanted to say it again,” he turns to you at the red light and flashes a grin, making your stomach flip with butterflies.
“Well,” you squeeze his hand, “I like hearing it.”
Talia wakes up when you try taking her out of the car, whining and crying for you. Her little hands reach out and you take her from Mat, cuddling her close and stroking her dark curls, hoping she’ll fall back asleep. She’s overtired though and doesn’t settle until all three of you are in bed, her cheek pillowed on your chest and her hands fisted in your shirt.
“Shh,” you hum, quietly starting to tell her a story. She whines and wiggles and Mat drapes his hand over her back too, a warm, heavy weight that’s worked to soothe her since she was born. He tickles her back lightly and scoots closer to you, head propped up on his hand. Talia’s cocooned in between your bodies, her knees tucked up to her chest, and she slowly falls back asleep, her face going slack. Her grip on her stuffed cat loosens, even though the plush toy is wedged under her chin for comfort.
“Sometimes,” you whisper to Mat, looking at him over Talia’s body, “I can’t get over how perfect she is.”
He yawns and nods, dragging the light comforter higher up over you and Talia. “We’re pretty damn lucky,” he agrees. He closes his eyes and curls his body in a c-shape around you and Talia, breathing evening out before long.
You’re tired, but you stay up for a little bit longer, watching your husband and daughter sleep. Your fingers trace the curve of Talia’s nose lightly and she wrinkles it, snuggling closer to you in her sleep. Mat snores softly, his breaths ruffling the back of Talia’s hair.
It makes you emotional, to have your entire heart curled up next to you like this.
With a faint smile on your face, you close your eyes and drift off.
Mat lets you sleep in the next morning and you wake up around eight, with a still hot mug of coffee on the night table and a few rocks and shells next to the mug - Mat must’ve taken Talia out to the beach early. You take your time getting ready, pulling on jean shorts and a tank top over your bathing suit before padding downstairs. Being back in your regular clothes makes you feel more normal than the shapewear and bridesmaid dress from last night. You can ignore the extra few pounds and new shape to your body when you’re just in shorts.
There are pastries on the counter, crumbs and dirty plates indicating that you’re not the first person to wander down for breakfast. You pull off a piece of an almond croissant and pop it into your mouth as you head outside. As soon as you open the back door, you’re treated to the childish laughter and splashing noises from the pool.
“Morning!” Syd calls, waving from a lounge chair. “Come join us.”
Kristy beams at you from the next chair and then almost immediately frowns when Jack cannonballs into the pool, sending a huge splash of water into the air. “Jack! I thought I said no splashing!” She calls as soon as his head pops back above the water.
“But Tal and Cole laugh when I do it,” he argues, pointing at the two youngest, who, sure enough, are cracking up in Mat and Casey’s arms. Mat winks at you and you smile, waving as you take a seat at the edge of the third lounge chair.
“Talia and Cole also laughed when Dad dropped the egg carton, but we’re not going to keep doing that,” Kristy shakes her head.
Jack pouts, but to his credit, stops doing cannonballs and instead commandeers a dragon shaped pool float with Winnie and Reese hanging off the wings, shrieking.
It’s loud and chaotic and it’s perfect.
Mat swims over to the edge, Talia holding onto his hands while she kicks. “Good sleep?” He asks, splashing a little water onto your feet.
“Mhm,” you hum, “thanks for letting me sleep in.”
“Anytime,” he leans back, dragging Talia through the water. “T and I took a nice walk on the beach, chatted about all the birds we saw, picked up lots of treasures for Mommy.”
“Bird!” Talia pipes up, loudly and happily, looking around.
Mat grins at you, inclining his head as if to say ‘see?’
You smile back, giggling a bit, and then Mat kicks off the wall, swimming around and making boat noises while he navigates Talia through the water and around the obstacles of Matt, Casey, and the other kids.
“I love summer dad camp,” Syd sighs, stretching out in her chair. “It’s a nice little break.”
It’s definitely nice to have this summer experience as opposed to last summer’s insanity. You can finally enjoy watching Mat with Talia in the warm weather.
He tosses her a little into the air, catching her before she hits the water, and despite the way your heart lurches, you smile at the sound of her shrieked laughter mixing with Mat’s.
They swim past Matt and Alice reaches for Talia for a high-five, one of Talia’s favorite tricks. She looks startled when her hand keeps going and splashes down into the water, sending droplets flying onto her and Mat’s faces. Your husband laughs and wipes the water from Talia’s face before blowing raspberries against her cheeks.
It’s the cutest fucking thing you’ve ever seen.
You surprise yourself, thinking about a second baby held in Mat’s arms. Neither of you have really talked about it that seriously and you’ve been sort of holding your breath, waiting for your brain and body to feel normal enough to do it all over again. But now, maybe it’s time to really start thinking and talking about a second baby. You do a little quick math in your head, if you get pregnant right away, easy like it was with Talia when you weren’t even trying, Talia would be just around two when a second baby would be born. That’s a nice age difference, even three years like Mat and Liana would be good too.
You chew at your lower lip, watching Mat and Talia. Smiling when she smushes his cheeks in her hands and bonks her forehead against his.
Yeah, a second mini-Mat wouldn’t be so bad.
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For How Long!?!
Chapter 11: The Future
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Pairings: Logan Sargeant x fem!driver!Reader
Warnings: Mentions od marriage and one mention of a child in a single sentence but that's it I think.
Summary: So what exactly happened after Y/N and Logan told the world of their relationship?
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Yourusername: The Greatest day of my life. Not only did I manage to secure the thing I've been dreaming of since I qas a kid, but also the love of my life asked me one of the most important questions ever.
I want to thank everyone at the Aston Martin Aramco F1 team from the analysts to the paint engineers to the assistants to the PR team. Thank you all for helping me reach the championship and letting me work with you. Well done on your amazing and ever zo hard work that without, I never would have be able to be remembered in the history books. 💚
And Logan, I have loved you ever since I met you all those years ago. You are the light of my life, the reason I keep going and truly the only reason I was able to stand up on that top step. I love you more than anything and thank you for further making me the happiest woman alive when you asked me the question with the easiest awnser in the world.
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Logansargeant: I love you more than anything in the world. I love you so much and thank you for making me the happiest man alive by saying yes 💙
Oscarpiastri: Well done Y/N. Your skills on the track are truly amazing and I'm so proud of how far you've come from the tiny Y/L/N girl I first met years ago. And of course @Logansargeant, well done on finally getting the nerves to ask her. You two are great together and Good luck for a prosperous future.
↳ Yourusername: Thank you for everything Osc💚
↳ Logansargeant: Thank you man, it means a lot (and thanks for all your help in the proposal build up)
↳ User1: I am literally sobbing omd
↳ User2: Please I can't do this😭 My heart is so full
Astonmartinf1: Well done on everything Y/N, our hero 💚
↳ Yourusername: ILY admin!! 💚
↳ User3: AWWWW
User 4: I think I fainted ngl
↳ User 5: Literally same omd
Liamlawson: Well done mate. You had a great performance in the championship and put on an even better show at the LVGP. And well done to the both of you for finally getting closer to tying the knot.
↳ Yourusername: Thank you and shush Liam. There's no better time than both good things at once
↳ User 6: AYO🤨😏
User 7: Literally speechless
↳ User 8: Ikr. I can't even process this let alone fathom how to respond...
User 9: aiaoanznbsuzuz just woah. What a great way to end the Las Vegas GP
↳ User 10: IKR. LIKE I AM LOSONG IT
User 11: Romance but make it "the reason I keep going and truly the only reason I was able to stand up on that top step". YOIRE NEVER HESRIMG DROM ME BECAUSE I'M TO BUSY SOBBING MY HEART OUT
↳ User 12: Forget Romeo and Juliet, I wanst what these two have
↳ Yourusername: Yeah I'm ot a poet but Logan desreve she's form of appreciation from at least someone.
User 13: Awwww. Please stop. My heart can't take it!!!
User 14: So baby Sargeant coming when?
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↳ User 15: Captain of the Y/Ngan ship, Oscar is back again!!! Boy how I've missed you!
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And with that, the series comes to an end :(. Now it is likely that I'll post a few extras but thank you all so much for the support on my first ever fan fiction!!
As always, likes, reblogs and especially feedback are always welcome!!
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cheering for us
summary: cheering through an oddly hard game for kate.
kate martin x cheerleader!reader
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as soon as first quarter had started you saw kate falter a little, something was off today. she was playing well, yes, but not nearly as well as usual. not only had kate herself realized, but the coaches and commentators as well.
you could tell she was overthinking in her head, she had tried to block someone but ended up almost tripping instead. you knew she wasn't going to have fun talking to the coaches, and really wanted nothing more then to just talk to her and let her know that this game doesn't define her career.
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at halftime you and the cheer team were to do a routine you guys had been practicing, and you guys had done it quite successfully. Iowa was down by 7, but after the little performance spirit seemed to be high.
before you returned to you spot by the side of the court you had an opportunity to talk to kate. "hey, k, you're doing good okay? this game isn't the end of the world anyway, just relax okay?" she nodded at your words and tried to shake out some tension as she watched you walk away
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the game had ended with Iowa winning by 12 points, kate scored a 3-pointer in the fourth quarter. you guys were on your way back to your guys' apartment when she brought up her early performance.
"y/n you have to admit i wasn't doing good in the first half," she turned to you for a second, before quickly focusing back on the road. "kate im not going to lie to you and tell you were doing bad." you shook your head, a smile on your face as your arm rested on the inside of the car door.
"but you wouldn't be lying!" kate was smiling, her mood had improved from half time, clearly. "okay well even if you were doing bad, what do you think caused it? reflect on that if you really want to improve."
"so you do think i could improve!" she rolls her eyes as we pull into the complex building's car park. "but i think it was probably you and that other girl on the cheerleading team." you narrow your eyes, confused what she meant.
"what other girl?" you asked as you guys rounded the back of the car to grab your bags from the trunk and bring your stuff upstairs. "the one with the blonde hair, you were like, dying laughing at something she said. i was jealous." she shrugged, and you were a little stunned.
"kate, babe, that girl was telling me about some story about her boyfriend. trust me we are not like that." you smile a little as the tips of her ears go red with embarrassment. "oh,"
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the two of you were on the couch watching some sports thing, your head resting on kate's shoulder as you read a book.
a commercial break comes on, and kate lets out a little sigh, shifting under you. "can we talk about how good that halftime routine was? seriously, you looked so good babe." you smiled a little, trying to hide your flustered state.
you put you book down, moving over even more, trying to get as close as possible. "you looked pretty good out there two k, i mean seriously, i was struggling to focus." you smirked as you saw her face goes pinkish again, you sit up a little, kissing her cheek quickly.
"you seriously need to get a headband or something, those flyaways are not flattering." you smile, leaning back as you listen to kate's defense for why she can't wear a headband for the 37th time.
"it messes up the look"
okay chat its offical, i hate everything i write and im quitting 🥰🥰 jk i wish..actually though i suck at writing for requests like this is actually SO FLIPPING BAD IM SOBBING. its also 3pm and the brownies r bomb. anyway, not proofreade dont come for me! also this was weird to write because my name is - kate (see what i did?)
#wcbb#caitlin clark#paige bueckers#kate martin#kate martin x reader#iowa hawkeyes#iowa wbb#i love kate martin#wlw
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So for the father's malice series, could you possibly make Ollie's first word to be "Dada"/"Daddy" (referring to Ethan) which is surprising since Ollie has barely been around him, and it basically warms both Y/N's and Ethan's heart <3 thank you
a father’s malice, pt. 3
(a/n: THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE IDEA THANK YOU)
Pairing: (Ex-Gf!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader x Chad Meeks-Martin)
Content Includes: (Slight alcoholism?, self-hate, fluff, angst)
Summary: Ethan starts to turn to alcohol as a coping mechanism for his guilt and trauma with his father. Ethan also starts his job in a bookstore! :D
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His adrenaline was high, and his pupils were dilated. A part of him liked the chase, the thrill of playing cat and mouse made his hands shake in excitement. It was who he was chasing made his stomach turn.
Y/N was close to the main room where the others were. Her cheeks were stained with old and new tears.
Ethan chased her as he swerved around the beat-up furniture. She moved to the side, trying to cut him off, but she tripped. Her shoe got caught on a wooden panel on the floor, and she stumbled, letting Ethan catch up to her. His heart dropped as she tripped, not wanting to catch her.
He tackled her to the floor, and she let out a sob. She didn’t want to go out this way; alone and cold. She wanted to be held by Ethan or Chad. Not pressed between the floor and her killer.
Ethan raised the knife in the air, stilling his movements as he looked down at her. She cried, but didn’t fight back.
“Come on, Y/N.” Ethan whispered under the mask. “Don’t give up.”
But she did. She went limp under his hold, and Ethan knew what he had to do. He cried with her as he swung his hand down, sinking the knife into her chest. She coughed out blood, and her hands gripped around Ethan’s wrist.
Ethan slid his knife out as he stood up shakily. He looked down at her, and a part of him wanted to take off his mask, to tell her it’s going to be okay. He didn’t do that though; he only sniffled and left her there. He heard Tara’s scream, his cue, and he glanced back at Y/N one last time.
He whispered an “I love you,” to her as he left. He didn’t know she was pregnant then, but again, it probably wouldn’t have made a difference.
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The truth was, Ethan wasn’t doing well. Don’t get it wrong, Ethan was ecstatic to be spending time with Ollie and Y/N, but whenever he wasn’t bonding with Ollie, he was bonding with Chad’s stash of liquor. He had never been known to drink, and to be honest with himself, Ethan hated it. But it was the only way he felt good about himself.
He hated himself. And everyday he thought of it.
“Hey!”
Y/N’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked to her, apologizing under his breath. She looked concerned.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Ethan asked softly. He leaned further towards her on the couch. She had her laptop resting on her thighs.
She sighed, smiling. “Are you nervous for your interview?”
He had stayed with them for two weeks now. Chad had softened up on him a tad, but it seemed a lot to Ethan. Y/N did too, finally giving in to letting Ethan sleep in her bed. They never touched though, keeping to their sides. Only reaching out their hands towards each other. Ethan applied to hundreds of places. You know how it is, being famous for the only surviving Ghostface ever, no one really wanted him. He received a few calls, fortunately.
“A little,” Ethan answered. Y/N placed her hand on his, her warmth causing him to smile.
“You’ll be fine. I know that.” She comforted. “Do you wanna get lunch when Chad gets back?”
He shook his head as he stood up. He wiped his hands on his jeans and adjusted his shirt. “Nah, I gotta head out. Give Ollie a kiss for me.” Ethan smiled, before grabbing his wallet and walking out the door. His smile disappeared as he shut the door.
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Ethan sighed as he swung the door open. The bell rang and he cringed, not wanting to bring attention to him. A girl at the counter welcomed him in, and her face was covered by the stack of books in her hands. Ethan shifted awkwardly.
“Uhm, I’m here for an interview.” He said, moving towards the desk she was behind.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, before dropping the stack on the counter. She had frizzy blonde hair, was short, and had glasses that were way too big for her face. Her eyes widened at the sight of Ethan. Great. Ethan thought to himself, nervous that she recognized him.
“You’re Ethan Kirsch,” She mumbled, pointing her finger at him. “I just saw you on the news,”
Ethan winced, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah,”
She didn’t respond. She only stared up at him, adjusting her glasses as she pushed them up. Ethan coughed. “I’m sorry, do you want me to-”
“Sorry! I-I’m just a fan of yours. I’m Mary.”
“‘A fan’?”
She nodded, and she waved her hand, urging him to follow her. He looked around at the bookshelves as he walked behind her. He ducked his head under a short doorway, and she stopped abruptly, causing Ethan to run into her back. She turned around and smiled brightly up at him. He looked around.
Ethan felt his chest tighten. The walls were covered with Ghostface and Stab merch, a robe was dressed on a mannequin that sat in the center of the room. Pictures of previous Ghostfaces hung on the wall, including him. She laughed nervously as she watched him take everything in.
There was a section of the room specific to his family, specific to him. He had seen the fangirls that made threads online about him, just like his brother, but he never thought he’d meet one in person.
“Yeah, I’ve made quite the collection. It took too long for merch of you and your family to be made, so I just made it myself.” She giggled. Ethan only looked at a picture of his father and sister in horror, mouth agape. “I’m sorry, but I just have to know, did you do it?”
Ethan jerked his head towards her.
“Do what?”
“You know,” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Kill Anika and Paul.”
Ethan clenched his fists. This is exactly what he wanted to escape from. He didn’t want to be constantly reminded of his sins.
“Excuse me?”
“C’mon, everyone wants to know.”
He shook his head, and her shoulders slumped. She seemed extremely disappointed, like her favorite singer had turned out to be an awful person. It was the opposite in this case. “Oh,”
He still, he only stared at her in shock, not knowing what to say or do.
“People argue that you were the one who did the bodega kills, but I don’t know. I think that one was too vanilla for you. You like to be hands-on and kill with your blade, so there’s no way you’d chase Sam and Tara around with a gun.”
“Mary, please. Whatever you believe, I’m not gonna say anything. I’m trying to move on from who I used to be.” Ethan ignored her previous statement, pleading to her that she’d drop the subject.
She adjusted her glasses. “Yeah but, you don’t have to do that here. I want you to be yourself.”
Ethan sighed at her. She really wasn’t going to let his past go was she?
“So, um, about that interview.” Ethan said. She nodded, and her hands played with the strings of her hoodie.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re hired.” She smiled, walking out of the room. Ethan sighed, knowing she was gonna be awkward to work with. He put up books onto shelves, following the chart Mary had given him. Soft music filled his ears as he worked.
He’d space out here and there. The lyrics of the song he listened to would be incoherent, the titles of the books he fixed blurred. He would hear their screams, Y/N and Chad’s. He could hear it faintly as he zoned out.
He remembers it as if it were yesterday. The way their bodies twitched as he stabbed them. The way their blood stained his robe, and even his clothes underneath.
He’d wanna hurt himself every time he thought about it. He would go to the bathroom to take a breather, and then he’d come back, starting all over.
Every so often as he worked, he’d look over his shoulder to glance at Mary, who would look away once his eyes landed on her. Yeah, this was gonna be a problem.
Ethan sat behind the desk, finished with his training as he began to clock out. He smiled brightly at his phone. A picture of Ollie glew on his screen, he wore a fluffy brown onesie, and Y/N’s smiling face was behind him as she held him up. He loved Ollie, deeply, and even though he thought he had changed, he would kill anyone for him. He loved Y/N too, sometimes he loved Chad.
Y/N
Chad & I are almost there
6:00 pm
“Is that your kid?” Mary appeared over Ethan’s shoulder.
“Jesus!” Ethan yelped, dropping his phone.
Mary grabbed his phone, zooming in on the picture. She squinted her eyes, before Ethan yanked his phone out of her hands. “Yes, that’s Ollie.” Ethan answered. Mary nodded and stepped back. It had only been a few hours of Ethan knowing Mary, and already he was uncomfortable at her presence. It was obvious she was a fan of his, another die hard fanatic that fabricated theories. The door rang, and Ethan couldn’t move around Mary fast enough. “Hey!”
Y/N smiled, holding Ollie in a green baby wrap. Her hair was up in a bun, and Ollie still wore the onesie from the picture. Chad walked in as well after her, and all Ethan wanted to do was go home with them.
“We’re closed,” Mary said in a monotone voice. She glared at Y/N, and specifically Chad.
“It’s okay they’re picking me up,” Ethan said before Chad or Y/N could reply. Ethan hunched down slightly as he greeted Ollie, making a funny face, opening his mouth in a smile. Ollie giggled and swung his arms as he stimmed. “C’mere,” Ethan said in his baby voice, giving Ollie a fat and wet kiss on Ollie’s cheek.
Y/N giggled as she watched the two, but Chad stared at Mary in dominance. She stared back.
“So you have my number right?” Mary nodded in response.
“I’ll send you your schedule.”
“Thanks,” Ethan trailed off, opening the door for Y/N. He didn’t tell them about Mary’s shrine, or her obsession with him. He couldn’t. He knew he’d feel guilty if he brought up the past, and he didn’t feel like talking about it anymore tonight.
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Ethan hid behind a curtain as he watched Quinn chase after the others. His mask was off, and his cheeks were stained with tears. He replayed his last moments with Y/N in his head. As soon as the knife broke skin, he regretted everything he did. She was the first person to ever show Ethan love, and he hurt her like it was nothing.
His father’s voice played in his head over and over again.
“If you kill them, you’d be doing the world a favor.”
“It’s not easy what you and your sister are doing, and I need you to be perfect.”
“Richie would be proud of you.”
The night he killed Anika, his father praised him. He praised him like Ethan was Richie. And Ethan finally felt a part of the family. That was the only night he didn’t cry himself to sleep at the thought of Y/N’s near death.
Ethan’s eyes darkened, and he slid the mask back onto his head. Chad just punched Quinn, knocking her down. Ethan’s legs bounced up and down as he watched Chad lift a glass candy dispenser in the air, preparing to throw it on Quinn.
Chad had done everything for Ethan. He urged Ethan to ask Y/N out, disregarding his own feelings, and he was the one who pushed them together. He was the one who took Ethan to everything, and he always made sure to make him feel included. He was Ethan’s only friend.
He huffed as he rushed in, stabbing Chad in the side.
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“So, you think you’ll like it?” Chad asked, mouthful of one of the tacos they had picked up on their way home.
Ethan shrugged, picking off tomatoes from his food. “Seems alright,” Y/N cut a few strawberries up, feeding Ollie small chunks as she listened.
“Your boss seems weird.” Chad stated simply. The truth was, Chad wasn’t an idiot. He had plenty of experience of reading people’s emotions from their behavior. He knew Mary most likely was attracted to Ethan, and that pissed Chad off. In a weird way, Chad only wanted Y/N and Ethan to himself. Three was enough in their relationship.
Not that they were in a relationship, of course.
Ethan nodded in agreement as he rewrapped his taco.
“These are the best tacos, I swear to god,” Y/N groaned, taking a bite.
Chad chuckled. “I’m surprised you’re not tired of them. You had them like every day when you were pregnant.” Ethan smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to react to that. It wasn’t any secret about how much Chad was there for her when Ethan…well wasn’t.
Chad noticed Ethan’s change of demeanor, and he casually rested his palm on Ethan’s knee. Ethan’s eyes widened at his hand placement, and he gulped, not knowing how to react to that.
“Dadda,”
Ethan jerked his head towards the sound. Ollie was standing in front of the couch, next to Ethan’s legs. His small hands rested on the couch cushion, and he started jumping up and down.
“Did,” Ethan’s voice suddenly became high-pitched. “Did he say that to me?”
Ollie’s eyes glimmered at Ethan, his gummy smile showing.
“He’s lookin’ at you,” Chad responded in a whisper. “He only ever calls me daddy anyway, not that I blame him…”
Y/N threw a couch cushion at Chad, who laughed as it hit him in the chest. Ollie reached for Ethan, insisting that he’d pick him up. Ethan obliged happily, and he rested Ollie in his big arms.
“Did you call me dadda?” Ethan asked, smiling at Ollie. Ollie giggled, and Ethan’s heart swooned. He’d never felt this way before in his life. Y/N stared happily at the two boys, and she glanced at Chad, who also grinned ear to ear. Maybe this could work, maybe they could be a family; all of them. Maybe they could forget about the Ethan that hurt them, maybe he was gone.
Ethan kissed Ollie’s cheek and blew a raspberry, earning a loud laugh from him. Y/N let out an involuntary choked laugh as she held back tears. Ethan stood up, sliding Ollie to sit on his hip.
“Think we should celebrate with some shots, huh?” Ethan baby-talked to Ollie as he tickled his belly. Y/N gave Chad a pointed look after Ethan spoke. Chad cleared his throat.
“Don’t you think it’s a little late?” Chad asked Ethan cautiously. “Don’t you have work in the morning?”
Ethan turned around, his smile slowly dropping. “I think I can handle one shot.”
“Eth, you’ve already had four beers,” Y/N said softly, gesturing to the empty bottles that sat on the coffee table. Ethan’s eyes followed to the table.
“Let’s just go to bed.” Chad spoke again, his tone more stern this time. Ethan rolled his eyes, and Y/N stood up next to him, adjusting her jeans.
Ethan stepped away from her. “I wanna have a shot.” She shook her head and sighed. Her fingers pressed to her temple, applying pressure. Chad stood up as well.
“Dude, just go to bed. You’ve had enough to drink.” Chad warned, rolling his sleeves up. Ethan ignored both of them, taking Ollie into the kitchen with him. Y/N sternly said his name as she followed him, Chad behind her.
Ethan grabbed a shot glass from the cabinet, and he reached his hand to the top of the fridge. His head snapped up once he realized the bottle of liquor wasn’t up there.
“I threw it out.” Chad stated as he leaned against the counter opposite of Ethan. Ethan groaned at his words.
He couldn’t take being sober anymore, even tipsy, he needed something. He needed to feel the burn of alcohol soothe down his throat. He needed to make the noises go away. He needed to stop hearing his father’s voice. He needed to forget about that day, and he needed Chad and Y/N to stop looking at him like that.
Chad cautiously walked up to him, holding his arms out to take Ollie. “Go away,” Ethan mumbled, but he wasn’t talking to Chad. The voices of his father rang in his head.
You were born to hurt people.
Chad put two hands on Ethan’s shoulders, which caused Ethan to tense.
You’re not good enough to be my son.
“Come on dude, just come to bed. We want you to come to bed.” Chad whispered to Ethan, gently rubbing his shoulders. Ollie babbled to himself, and Chad smiled at him and put his hand and the back of Ollie’s head. Ethan saw this, and he immediately reached to grab a knife from the knife block.
Chad’s eyes widened, and he stepped back.
“Get the fuck away from me!” Ethan screamed, holding the knife up at both of them. Y/N held her hands up in defense, her eyes flicking to Ollie, who started to cry. She slowly said his name and walked towards him, hoping to take Ollie from his arms.
Ethan turned the knife towards her, causing her to stop in her tracks. “Ethan, please,” she cried. While Ethan was distracted by her, Chad inched towards Ollie, finally sliding him out of Ethan’s arms. Ethan turned towards Chad, and for a split, measly second, he saw his father. He saw his father instead of Chad, and he laughed sinisterly as he held Ollie.
He couldn’t let Ollie get hurt, he made a promise. He swung the knife, cutting his father’s arm. Y/N and Ollie’s cries filled Ethan’s ears as he watched the blood seep down his arm. But it wasn’t his father’s groans he heard, it was Chad’s.
He looked back up with widened eyes. Chad clutched Ollie in his left arm, and he hissed as he looked at the fresh cut on his right. Chad looked at him in horror and anger.
Ethan’s hand shook as he slowly looked at the knife in his hand. He heard ringing in his ears as the knife fell from his hands, clattering on the floor.
“I-I…I’m sorry,” Ethan stammered. He looked at the blood splatters on the floor from the knife. His eyes started to water, and he cried along with Ollie. Chad mumbled something to Y/N, and she shakily took Ollie into her room. “Y/N wait,” Ethan begged as he tried to follow her. Chad stopped him by pushing his forearm against Ethan’s chest.
“Leave it,” Chad muttered. Ethan’s chest rose up and down as he stared at him. Chad looked like he was about to cry, but he repeatedly blinked and held back his tears.
Chad whimpered as he looked at his arm, and Ethan immediately reached for him. “Let me help,” he offered in a small voice, but Chad jerked away.
Ethan had never hated himself more than now. He thought he could change, become a different person than the one his father molded him to be. Maybe he was wrong. Was his father right? Was Ethan always going to be like this? Maybe Ethan should have stayed in jail, and he silently cursed the person who bailed him out.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a whisper as Chad picked up the knife. Chad didn’t say anything, he only glanced at Ethan before leaving him alone in the kitchen. It was mere minutes Ethan stood there, alone with the blood stains on the floor, until he finally left. And as Y/N stitched Chad’s arm, exchanging soft whispers and tears with each other, Ollie peacefully sleeping in their bed, the dresser moved back to barricade the door, Ethan went to the one place he knew he was welcome at.
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"Repentance"
Yan! Angel x Apostate! GN! Reader
After being caught by an angel, you rethink whether joining it in heaven or rotting here would be the good choice. content warning: end of the world, male yandere, religious themes, obsessive behavior. ALSO NOT PROOF READ
Part 1 : "Salvation"
Artwork: "The Seventh Plague" By John Martin
You squirmed beneath it's grip. Tears not threatening to spill down your cheeks— you already felt them pouring down. You couldn't control the amount dread you felt within your stomach. Well, you weren't really sure what you felt due to your stomach churning for whatever scraps you could acquire. Since food (yes even the canned ones) were contaminated with a worm-maggot like creature. Yet, despite your slurry of emotions, you knew you detested the creature that now pinned you to the lifeless ground. The only light emitting was blinding as it hailed over his head like a crown.
"Human..."
It's voice turned weak, unable to gaze upon your red, puffy, pathetic face. It made it want to wrap it's arms around you and comfort you the best it can. Though, what good was an angel to comfort the last human alive?
It's awkward hand gently touches your face, wiping away your tears. How come God has given humans the luxury to spill the oh so precious resource of water? Letting it run dry on your skin rather than using it for good. Yet how can it be mad at you? You are his favorite human after all.
Your eyes stake the angel before you, unable to look away despite the blinding lights of it's halo scorching your tired eyes. Making it blind and splotchy with black. Tears continue to run down your cheeks, unable to hide the despair your felt as you looked at the holy creature before you. You despised it so much, yet what more could you do? What more will struggling entail for you? Is there more to this life but despair after everything that has commenced? No. There's nothing left.
You gave into your grief, sobbing untill your heart felt tired enough to crumble under the weight of the sun. Oh the sun. You'll miss it's shining rays. It grows dim with every passing moment. Nothing but a warning to the end.
The creatures eyes pear to your puffy and red ones, an ache in it's chest. It didn't even know where it came from as the creator itself didn't give it's kind a second thought as it did with humans. It gently grapples the loose cloth that draped over it's chest. Leaning in to press it's forehead with yours.
"Human..."
It closes it's hundreds of eyes, not minding the cold sensation it feels from the dying world around it. Only your presence soothes it.
"Cease your tears..."
It doesn't pull away from you, only causing you to leer more into your distress. You hated it so badly. You wanted to pull away. Do anything to get away. Yet you knew better than to.
It leans itself closer. Despite it's lips being against yours, not a single breath hits your cold, and clammy lips. Yet that didn't change what the holy creature yearns to do. What it yearns to feel with you. All it wanted was to bask in your presence like the rebirth of God. To soak up your body like a temple deserved to be worshipped. It wanted to feel what only humans felt.
"My love."
It's voice was low, a slow rhythmic beating in it's chest. Not a first. Especially not when looking at you. Yet it has definitely amplified since it's eyes laid on you for the first time.
It presence it's cold lips with yours. Now, only yearning to worship you and only you.
#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere male#yandere x you#yandere angel#yandere insert#yandere scenarios
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A FRESH START [19]
Din Djarin x F!Reader
Warnings: violence, blood, injuries, mild non descriptive torture, indirect homicide(?), but also fluff. mixed in with all that.
Word Count: 5,514
Updates every Thursday
Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.
#19: MY BOYS NEEDED ME
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"i will hurt you for this. i don't know how yet, but give me time. a day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid."
-George RR Martin (A Clash of Kings)
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Grogu was an overall well behaved kid in the grand scheme of things. Was he mischievous? Yes. A menace to any local wildlife? Absolutely. However, he was always very good about listening to Din. Well, mostly. That being said, Grogu was still a young kid mentally, and he was not immune to having complete and total toddler sized meltdowns when he felt slighted. The biggest temper tantrum Din had been witness to was ages ago when a sleep deprived Grogu lost his snack while Din was running on a hunt, and they had left the planet before Din could replace the cookies.
Today beat that in a landslide.
“Ma! Ma! Ma!” Grogu beat his silver ball against the glass repeatedly with each cry for you. The first twenty minutes of the flight had just been the child screeching in frustration, and had dissolved to this tactic when Grogu was too tired to cry. “Ma! Ma! Ma⏤”
“Grogu, stop.” Din called back.
“No! Ma!”
“Ad’ika, please⏤”
“No! Ma!” Grogu began to rapidly slap the metal ball against the glass. “Buir, digur Ma!”
“I didn’t forget her, ad’ika.” Din sighed and tried to calm him for the hundredth time. “She had to stay behind. She’ll be there when we get⏤”
Grogu swapped back to screaming angrily. Din huffed and leaned forward to activate a holocall. The child paused in his tantrum when he saw the screen pop up and began to crawl down from his perch in the droid’s seat. The call was answered and your pretty features filled his screen. Despite his frustration of having to hear his child howl and beat glass for the last half hour, his lips spread into a broad smile at the sight of you.
You grinned. “Do you miss me already, Djarin?”
“Yes.” Din blurted. Grogu crawled out onto Din’s lap and began to cry in blubbering sobs while holding his arms up as if you’d be able to scoop him up through the screen. Your eyes widened, and Din wrapped an arm around his son and rubbed his back soothingly. “He didn’t realize we were saying bye to you on the tarmac. He’s been throwing a tantrum since we left.”
“Ma!” Grogu hiccuped in his sobs.
Din watched your own lip quiver as you shook your head. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. It’s okay.”
He leaned back in his seat and watched in admiration as you remotely calmed the kid down. It looked like you were in the clinic right now based on the white coat you wore, and things must not have been too busy since you didn’t seem in a rush. Din stayed silent for the next fifteen minutes, scratching Grogu’s back, while you spoke to him and sang him songs. Eventually, Grogu fell asleep⏤ exhausted from his tantrum.
“Thank you.” Din sighed. “He was miserable.”
“I feel so terrible.” You set your hands on your cheeks with a frown. “I didn’t realize he didn’t know. I just assumed⏤”
“Not your fault.” Din replied. “I think we all just assumed, and he assumed you’d be coming along.”
“I didn’t think…” The words left your lips in a breath and the way you bit them back made him think you hadn’t meant to let them slip at all. “Never mind.”
Din shook his head, adjusting Grogu so his head could rest on his shoulder more comfortably, and connected the dots. “Of course he’d be upset to part from you. You’re important to him. He loves you.” Like I do, the thought drifted through his mind involuntarily but not unwelcome. Din chuckled, “You’re Ma.”
“I know. I love him too.” You mumbled and something about hearing you declare your love for his son so blatantly and without pause stroked the domestic part of him making him preen in pride. “But, he was so excited to fly again and the two of you used to do this all the time without me…”
Din wondered if you truly didn’t know how important you had come to be to him and Grogu or if an anxiety of some kind kept you from fully accepting it. Din didn’t mind reminding you every single day if he had to. He’d take on that job happily. He hummed. “Before, you didn’t exist in our lives. You changed everything when you came, ner kar’ta.”
He saw your lips twitch up into a soft smile and he let out a comfortable sigh. You shook your head. “You’re more of a sweet talker than I ever would’ve guessed, Din Djarin.” Din chuckled. Your eyes left the screen momentarily and you pushed out an annoyed grumble. “I have four patients waiting for me. There was a small collision on the tarmac after you left. Nothing too serious, but⏤”
“I didn’t know you were busy.” Din stiffened. You had been on the call with him for nearing twenty minutes now. “I didn’t mean to drag you from work. You could’ve told me⏤”
“Relax.” You replied soothingly. The smile you wore took a mischievous edge and you winked at him. “My boys needed me.” It was embarrassing the way Din’s heart pounded in his chest like he was a small child experiencing attention from his school yard crush. The stupid, silly grin he had to have been wearing was at least hidden from view. “I’ll talk to you later?”
“Of course. Have a good day, ner kar’ta.”
“Stay safe.”
Din ended the call and slumped back in his seat while rubbing Grogu’s back. Every other breath or so his small body would be racked with a shuddering sigh from all the sobbing he had gone through. Din blamed himself for this meltdown. He should’ve realized the toll this would have taken on his son. Grogu was young for his kind, but he had already seen so much loss in his life.
“Ni ceta, ad’ika.” Din murmured softly.
Three days had passed since Din had left with Grogu. The worst part of it, other than just missing them as badly as you did, was living in that house alone. That’s what it felt like with them gone. Just a house, not a home. It was bad enough that you nearly caved and asked to stay with Nima for the time being. You hated getting back from work and not hearing Grogu giggle mischievously while you made dinner or hearing Din murmuring a lullaby to get the boy to sleep. It was painfully quiet and empty. Considering Nima was already worried about you though, you didn’t ask to stay with her. Instead, you had settled on sleeping in Din’s room. At least there, nestled in his sheets with his smell enveloping you, you found some mild relief. You had even dragged Grogu’s stuffed blue frog to rest with you. It was pathetic, you knew, and you were embarrassed to even mention it to Din during your calls with him.
For that reason, work had become your favorite time of day. Luckily, you had actually been a bit more busy lately than usual. Well, lucky for you. Not so lucky for the poor souls wandering in with injuries.
“I kind of thought you’d be using a cautery.” Your newest patient of the day, a man who worked with the local fire department, chuckled. He was younger than you by a few years if you had to guess. The man, named Hale, was good looking, you couldn’t deny it, but his messy, slightly curled brown hair only made your heart ache as you thought of Din. “Figured I’d end up with a gnarly scar.”
“Nope.” You chirped and continued suturing the gash across his abdomen. It wasn’t too deep, he didn’t lose enough blood to require replacement, but it definitely needed attention. “You still might scar, but it won’t be very impressive I don’t think.”
“Shame. I was hoping it’d make me look a little bit cooler. Women like guys with some macho scars, right?”
Your mind drifted to Din’s skin. The various scars that littered his torso and arms. A sigh left your lips, “Yeah. I guess we do.”
Hale nodded once. He shifted in pain, wincing, and you reassured him that you were nearly done. Just a few more stitches. He cleared his throat. “So, is there trouble brewing that we should know about at the fire department?”
“Hmm?”
“Well,” Hale titled his head across the room, “The entire security force of Nevarro is in the clinic with Peli’s best mechanic and our only doctor. Sounds like trouble.”
His words made you glance over your shoulder to see Vanth and Mayfeld arguing over maker knows what while Nima texted away on her communicator. You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head. “No. No trouble. Apparently there’s just nothing better to do in this city than annoy me.”
Hale chuckled at your reply. A lot of people seemed to linger around you as if you were a ticking time bomb. These three were the worst of them. When you asked Din about it, he said he asked a few people to just keep a close eye on you. By a 'few people' he must mean all of Nevarro. You finished your work and bandaged over the sutures before helping him sit up. Hale pulled his shirt back on then cleared his throat while you began to clean up your supplies.
“So, uh, hey,” He gave you a nervous smile, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out and get a⏤”
“Whoa!” Nima cut in before the poor guy could even finish his sentence. Despite having been clear across the room, she was suddenly at your side and fully attentive. You resisted the urge to palm your face in exhaustion. Nima pointed in his face as if her next words were a threat. “Don’t you know nothing? She’s taken, big boy. She’s dating the marshal!”
The patient’s eyes glanced over at Vanth who had paused in his argument at Nima’s outburst. Him and Mayfeld were only a few steps away. Hale raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t he a little old to be dating her?”
Vanth’s eyes widened and he stormed over while Mayfeld howled in laughter. Vanth threw his arm around your shoulder then motioned to his face. “I am not too old to be dating her, kid.”
“We’re not dating!” You threw your hands up in disbelief.
“Not because I’m too old though.” Vanth argued.
“Calm down, grandpa.” Mayfeld snickered. “You’re gonna stroke out.”
“I’m not old.” Vanth argued once more and you caved and allowed your face to fall into your hands.
Mayfeld smirked. “Your gray hair says otherwise.”
“At least, I have hair.”
“Hey!” Mayfeld’s laughs turned to outrage. “I’m not bald. This is a shaved look, is all.”
“Out!” You snapped and pointed to the door. All three of your guests shuffled to the door and you shot Hale, still sitting on the cot with wide and confused eyes, a sympathetic smile. “Give me one moment, and I’ll be back.” He nodded and you turned on your heel. Vanth, Mayfeld, and now Nima had picked up the argument out in the hall, but when you stepped out with your hands on your hips they all grew quiet. At least they had the decency to look ashamed. “What the kriff is going on?”
Nima shrugged. “What do you mean?”
“What do I⏤” You motioned to her. “I cleared you for light work in the garage, and yet you’re here hovering over my every step. And, you two,” You pointed at Vanth and Mayfeld who flinched at the end of your finger, “You two have an entire city to protect. Why the hell are you in my clinic?”
All three of them mumbled out an apologetic answer while not meeting your eyes. Nima crossed her arms and shot you a sheepish smile finally. “We just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Keep you company!”
“And make sure no one makes a move on the marshal’s girl.” Mayfeld winked at you. Vanth added a grin at his words and offered you a cheerful thumbs up. Of course this would be the one thing these two agree on.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Get out of my clinic so I can get back to work.”
“You’re just gonna go back in there? He was flirting with you!” Nima argued.
“Yeah, and I think I’m gonna go in there and say yes to getting a drink.” You said and their eyes widened. You followed it up with a mocking grin. “Then, when Mando gets back and asks why I’m dating a random man from the fire department I’ll tell him it’s because you three pushed me to insanity.” Vanth winced, Nima shifted awkwardly, and Mayfeld grimaced. “How’s that?”
Mayfeld cleared his throat. “Would really love it if you didn’t do that. I don’t want Mando to try and kill me. Again.”
“Out.” You replied. The three of them rushed away and you rolled your eyes in response. It was sweet of them to care, but their lingering presence was going to drive you up a kriffing wall. You hurried back to the main room and shot Ren another apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about them. They mean well.”
He chuckled. “It’s alright. So, if not the cowboy, then the other Marshal? The Mandalorian. You’re dating him?”
“I…” You shrugged. “It’s⏤ Not officially.”
“Alright,” Hale nodded, “That means I have a chance then? Maybe?”
Thoughts of Din rolled over you in waves, as if your body was trying to remind you of who you had⏤ as if you even needed a reminder. You could hear his voice in the back of your head murmuring soft words of care. The promise that when he returned he’d be making you his in every sense of the word ringing clear. You smiled at the thought and shook your head. “No. I’m sorry.”
“That’s alright. I figured I had to try.” Hale shrugged and slid off the cot.
You instructed him on care for his injury and when to be back for you to remove the sutures. Aalya came in after he left and began to ask you questions about supplies and an injury somebody was calling the clinic about to see if they needed to come in. You found it hard to focus. Maker, you hoped they’d be back soon.
The city Daelar had run to was in a rural region of an already rural Outer Rim world named Thyreps. Din had never been here before, barely even heard of it, and from the looks he didn’t plan on making a return trip here⏤ ever. It was a dry, barren place. Hot as Tatooine, but cracked, dead ground versus rolling hills of sand. The city was moderate in size, it must have been the main population on this desolate word, but it was still small enough that if he parked the N1 on the local tarmac he’d be noticed. Din didn’t want to give Daelar the chance to run. He had places to be after all. Din wasn’t looking to drag this trip out any longer than he needed.
So, Din parked the N1 out in the middle of nowhere and hiked into the city. There was an inn on the outskirts where he rented a room. It was times like this he missed the Razor Crest. More than usual, he should say. He was laying on the bed, helmet off, and while Grogu slept in his sealed pram in the corner of the room. Daelar liked to go from his workplace to a brothel. Din planned on catching the man on his way home. Which left him with hours to kill.
Din sat up, ran a hand through his hair, and weighed the pros and cons of calling you. It was late. You were probably getting ready for bed if you weren’t sleeping already. He only hesitated a moment before grabbing his helmet. Worse case scenario, you didn't answer. Best case scenario, he got to see you and hear your voice. Two things he was missing immensely.
He made the video call and it rang for longer than usual. Din was a second away from disconnecting when your line activated. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the dim view he had of you. From the looks of it, the holo call was being projected from your communicator which was sitting on the night stand beside the bed. The only light in the room coming from the glow the holocall gave off.
“Din?” You mumbled. Your eyes still heavy with sleep. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, ner kar’ta. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up.” Din tried to soak in as much of your features as he could. Maker, you were gorgeous. His mind couldn’t help but drift off and think of a future where he’d get to lay next to you in bed. A future where all he’d have to do is reach out and you’d be there. “Go back to sleep.”
You shook your head. “No. I’m awake. Don’t go.”
Din chuckled, but he could tell you were coming to a bit more. Your eyes growing more focused on him. He watched you sit up enough to readjust your pillow before laying back down. Din’s eyes narrowed at the color of the sheets cocooning you. “Are you… Are you in my bed?”
Your eyes widened, truly awake now, and mumbled, “Uh… yes? I’ve been sleeping in your bed since you left. Sorry.”
“Don’t⏤” Din began, his voice firm. The thought of you simply sleeping in his bed should not be as arousing as it was, but his thoughts were running wild and the crotch of his flight suit’s pants were growing tight. “Don’t apologize.” He breathed out. “There is literally nothing you could say that I would like more, ner kar’ta.”
“Hmm.” Your lips curled into a grin. “I don’t know about that. I think there are a few other things I could say that you’d like. Want an example?” Din couldn’t find his voice, and you took that as the only approval you needed. “I’m wearing one of your shirts to sleep in. Just your shirt.”
Din let out an audible groan. His head fell back, lighting clanking against the headboard he was sitting up against, and his hand shifted down to readjust himself⏤ it didn’t help. Meanwhile, you were quietly laughing and the sound had him smiling under his helmet despite the sexual frustration grabbing hold of him.
“You’re trouble.” He shook his head.
“The sooner you get back, the sooner you can punish me for it.”
“Dank farrik.” Din groaned. One hand fisting the bed sheet to keep from touching himself. He blew out a ragged breath of air. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Of course, I am.” You chuckled. “I have to tempt you into coming back as fast as possible.”
“There is nothing you have to do in order to tempt me.” Din scoffed. “Just knowing you’re waiting for me in Nevarro is enough.”
“Sweet talker.” You teased. “How far are you from Mandalore? I see you stopped somewhere.” The question was a splash of ice water because he technically hadn’t explained the whole Daelar side mission to you yet. Obviously, you needed to know. For the length that he had known you though, you only knew him as the Marshal. Sure, you were aware of his past as a bounty hunter, but you hadn’t been directly exposed to that side of him yet. If there was anything that could scare you away⏤ it’d be that. “Din?”
“To be honest,” Din hesitated only for a moment, “I’m on Thyreps.”
“I’ve never even heard of that world.” Your brow furrowed.
Din nodded. “It’s pretty remote.” He knew what your next question would be and continued without you speaking up. “Daelar is here.” Your eyes widened and he watched as you slowly sat up. Revealing more of the shirt you had on⏤ his shirt. “Karga and I tracked him down. I’m planning to... make things right.” Din paused. His jaw locked and he had to force himself to relax. “Is… Is that alright?”
You stayed quiet for a moment and Din could feel his nerves fraying by the second. Finally, you nodded and there was a fire in your eyes. “Good. Make him pay.”
It was the most bloodthirsty thing he had ever heard you say, and Din felt a chill run down his spine. The start of this conversation may have dampened his mood briefly, but he was even hotter under the collar now. Maker, he wished he could touch you. The temptation to touch himself while on call with you was overwhelming. The only thing halting him being the thought that the first time he’d come undone in your actual presence he didn’t just want your eyes on him⏤ Din wanted your hands on him. He wanted you close enough that he could actually feel your skin. He’s made it this long, he supposed.
“You should get back to sleep.” Din said. It was true. You had work in the morning, and he had work in just a few hours. Your eyes softened as you mumbled for him to be careful and Din sighed before ending the call. First things first, he needed an ice cold shower. Then, skira.
The sun was only just beginning to rise when Din spotted Daelar leaving the brothel. Stumbling out, more specifically. Din leaned against a wall across the street and just watched for a moment. Just the sight of the man made his skin bristle in anger. His hands balled into fists. As Daelar began to wander down the street, Din crossed the street and followed after him slowly. The side of him that enjoyed the thrill of a hunt was disappointed. This was much too easy. It wanted a challenge. However, the other side of him reminded Din that the sooner he got this done the sooner him and Grogu got home to you.
“Him.” Grogu huffed from the pram floating beside him “Him, don’t like.”
“Don’t like him.” Din corrected the order of his son’s words. “Good job, ad’ika.” Daelar turned a corner into an alley and Din sighed. Too easy. “Close your pram.”
Grogu grumbled a few words before hitting the front of the pram and letting the metal walls close over him. Din rounded the corner after the man, but came to a halt when he was greeted by three blasters. Daeler a step behind the ones holding the blasters wearing a smug grin.
“Hey, Marshal.” Daelar chuckled. “Funny seeing you in these parts.”
Din locked his jaw in irritation and shifted so Grogu’s pram hid behind him. Of the three people holding the weapons, there were two men, one human the other Rodian, and the third was a human woman. Din strategized in his head, studying the scene, and it suddenly dawned on him. He recognized that woman. Why did he recognize her? Her dark hair was tied up messily and there was an amused chaos in her blue eyes⏤ like she enjoyed that her day was starting with violence. It hit him then. Ari. The last time he had been dropping her off in Jakku. Why anyone would want to go to Jakku, Din didn’t know.
She had been a quarry initially, but the price she was willing to pay him to forgo the bounty and help her out could not be refused. Ari had given him an ingot of beskar. Karga liked to joke that Din had a bad habit of accidentally making allies across the galaxy, something he thought was far-fetched, but this was damning evidence. Helpful though.
He set his hands on his hips and tilted his head. “I see you’re still trouble.”
Ari’s eyes narrowed briefly before snapping open in shock. She lowered her blaster with a laugh and bright grin. “Mando! How the hell are ya?” Din could swear that Daelar’s face lost all color. “Dank farrik, man. Last time I saw you, your armor was shades of red, brown, and broken. Look at you now. Shiny.” Daelar, obviously able to see he was losing his ally, turned and began to sprint away. Ari snapped her fingers. “No.”
At the single, simple word, both men turned and ran after Daelar. Din hummed, mildly impressed. The woman drifted closer, holstering her blister, and pointed at him. “What’re you doing out in my corner of the galaxy? Please don’t tell me I’m on another puck.”
“Knowing you, you probably are, but I’m not here for you.”
Ari thumbed over her shoulder just as her guys dragged Daelar back kicking and screaming. “You after that guy? He’s got a bounty on him?”
“Yes, but I don’t plan on turning him in.” Din replied. His jaw locked again. He glared at Daelar and the way the man’s poor attempts to escape became more frenzied it was clear Din’s rage was understood. Helmet or not. “It’s personal.”
Ari let out a low whistle and glanced back at the man. “Shit. I knew he was dumb, but I didn’t know he was ‘piss off a Mandalorian’ dumb.”
“You’re supposed to protect me!” Daelar screamed at her. “It’s in my contract!”
Din snorted. “You hired him? You should know he’s a medical fraud⏤”
“I am not! I was the best in my field, I’ll have you know!” Daelar howled.
Ari nodded. “Oh, yeah. I know. He’s a fucking idiot.” The man stopped in his temper tantrum to stare at her with wide eyes. She shook her head at him. “Why else would I have you working in my rival’s clinic, you dumbass? I’m hoping you accidentally kill some of his crew.” Ari glanced back at Din and waved her hand at him. “I’m in the middle of a terf war. It’s a whole thing. Would take a while to explain.”
“Yeah. I don’t care.” Din replied.
“So?” Ari clapped her hands. “What do you want him for? He insult ‘The Way’?”
Din shook his head. “He tried to kill my son.”
Ari’s eyes widened in surprise then hardened into irritation. Daelar cried out. “Liar! He was fine when I left! Your wife is a dramatic bitch. She has no idea what she's talking about!” Din didn’t realize his anger could possibly worsen, but somehow it did. Daelar was digging himself deeper into a grave and Din was eager to bury him. “It was a little viral illness, the common cold⏤”
“He spiked a fever. You left him for dead. You left her to deal with it.” Din growled. That night could have ended so tragically. He nearly lost Grogu. Din hadn’t even been there as it happened. Grogu could have slipped away, gone from him forever, and Din would’ve been miles away⏤ useless to him. That loss would have destroyed him. It would have destroyed you. Din can still clearly remember the tremble in your body as you cried that night. The fear so overwhelming, wafting off you in waves, that it nearly drown him just from being near.
“I⏤I didn’t know!” Daelar tried to excuse himself.
Ari drew her blaster again and pointed it at Daelar’s face. “Want me to kill him then?”
Daelar was sobbing now, pleading, and Din shook his head. “No. He’s mine.”
“Fair.” Ari holstered her blaster again then nodded. “Mandalorian’s gonna take him to go.” The men shoved Daelar to the ground, he thrashed against them uselessly, and Din watched one of Ari’s men pull out a pair of binders. Ari drifted closer once more and crossed her arms. “Look at us. I got a crew, and you got a wife and kid. Aw.”
“She’s not actually my wife.” Din admitted.
Ari smirked. “Yeah, but I hear the word you’re leaving off that sentence, Mando. ‘Yet’, huh?”
Din grinned under his helmet and chuckled. “What are you doing out here? Jakku then Thyreps? What’s your obsession with deserted and dirty worlds?”
“I got my reasons.” Ari winked. The men dragged Daelar over and Ari nodded. “Anything else I can do for you? This is the favor I owe you so you might as well make it count.”
“Can you watch my kid?”
“Huh??”
Din stepped to the side and the pram popped open as if on cue. Grogu babbling and upset that he had been in the pram for so long. Ari cooed, “Aw. He looks just like you.” Din tilted his head at her, exasperated at the joke, and she laughed. “Yeah, alright. He’s safe with me. Be back soon though, I got places to be.”
Without another word, Din grabbed Daelar by the collar and glared down at him. Ari gave him her frequency number before disappearing with Grogu and her men. When the alley was empty, Din bared his teeth and hissed out a threat, “Ni cuy' olar par skira.”
Din slammed his fist into Daelar’s face making him crumple to the ground with a groan. He grabbed the man again and began to drag. Every time the bastard tried to slip out of his grip or yell out, Din hit him again. By the time they made it to the edge of the city, Daelar’s face was bloody and the man was limp in his hand. The sun was in the sky now and the temperature was beginning to rise. Din used his whipcord to wrap around the man’s ankle and began to drag Daelar across the cracked and hard ground.
It took thirty minutes to get Daelar out into the middle of nowhere. He stopped next to the N1 and released his whipcord. Daelar laid on the ground moaning pathetically. Din stalked over and stomped his boot on top of Daelar’s chest, he heard a crack of bone even with Daelar’s screams filling the air, and Din pressed down to keep him pinned.
“I almost lost my family because of you.” Din snapped. “That’s why this is happening.”
“It’s not my fault.” Daelar cough and Din pressed harder. The man cried, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t kill me. Your son is alive isn’t he? He’s fine! Don’t kill me!”
Din pulled his foot back and then knelt down beside him. He released the binders then roughly grabbed the man by the collar, dragging him up, and hissed. “He’s alive because of my wife’s quick thinking. She’s brilliant, an actual doctor unlike you, and she saved his life. Because of her, he had a chance.” Din chuckled. “So, no. I’m not going to kill you right now, Daelar.” Briefly, Din could see a flash of relief on the man’s bruised and bloodied features. “I’m going to give you a chance to save yourself. You’re a doctor. Best in your field. You should be able to do it no problem, right?”
Daelar’s eyebrows furrowed and, without preamble, his vibroblade was drawn and Din stabbed it between two of Daelar’s ribs on the right side. The man screamed and Din pulled the blade out and stood. Daelar grasped his side, blood pooling out onto the ground under him, and his breaths were growing shallow.
“You⏤ You said⏤”
“I said I wouldn’t kill you. I didn't.” Din tucked his blade away. He motioned in the direction they came from. “City is that way. Save yourself.”
Daelar shook his head, trying to grab his boots, “It’s too far. It’s⏤ I’ll bleed to death. I’ll⏤ I’ll drown in my own blood in twenty minutes. Sooner if my⏤ my lung collapses.” His breaths were shallow and panicked. “What would you⏤ you have me do?”
Din tilted his head. “Well, if I were you, I’d get to crawling.”
Daelar screamed and sobbed as Din marched to the N1 and boarded. Even with the engines going, Din could still hear the man’s cries but it did nothing but make him nod in assurance. Considering Daelar nearly took his family from him, Din felt like he was showing mercy. He gave the man a chance. Granted, it was a piss poor chance and his odds were in a very low percentile, but you had been stuck in a similar scenario. The N1 took off, angling toward the city’s tarmac so he could pick up Grogu, and Din felt relief at a job being done. More than likely, Daelar was going to die in the desert, and in Din’s opinion that was still more than he deserved.
mando'a translations:
Buir: father (parent) Ad’ika: little one Digur: Forget Her Kar’ta: My heart Ni ceta: I’m sorry Skira: Settle a score, revenge Ni cuy' olar par skira: I’m here to settle a score.
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unexpected - part 2
guys it’s finally here and I’m so sorry it took so long! but daddy barz is finally here! please lmk if you’d like more of this or something similar (daddy barz)
PART ONE PART 2.1 PART THREE
word count: 3.5k
warnings: pregnancy, children, childbirth (not in detail)
note: if you hate the name, sorry not sorry, but also lmk and if enough ppl don’t like it I’ll change it haha but I love sort of uncommon names but I also wanted it to be short and sweet so this one is not that out there for me lol
December 25 - 4 months
"Wait, I have one more for you," you told Mat and hurried to you closet where you had kept an extra special present for him. You loved giving gifts and you knew he was going to love this one. You were doing a gift exchange just the two of you, before going over to the Martins to celebrate the holiday with them and a couple more team members. Today was also the day you were going to tell them about the baby. "Here."
You sat back next to him on the floor and watched with teary easy as he tore the paper away. His eyes fell on the little blue onesie with the Islanders logo on the front. "Baby-"
"Turn it around." He did and a huge smile crossed his face. In tiny letters his last name was written across the back with a '13' underneath. "Do you like it?"
"Like it? Baby, this is-" He pulled you into a hug, taking a deep breath fighting his tears. "I love it. This is so cute. I can't wait to see the baby in this."
"Me neither. Little baby Barzal." You smiled at each other before he kissed you deeply. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," he replied. "Next year, this little one will be sitting right there."
"Can't wait."
January - 5 months
"What are you doing?" You jumped at Mat's voice breaking the midnight silence. The kitchen overhead light turned on and you were caught red handed rummaging through the fridge in the middle of the night. "Are you crying?"
You quickly wiped your tears away, closed the fridge and turned to him. You watched him rub his eyes sleepily as he made his way towards you, then wrapped you in his arms for a warm, comforting hug. You started sobbing again, even tough the reason was ridiculous, but you couldn't help it. Your hormones were out of control. "What's wrong?"
"I'm craving pickles with peanut butter, but we don't have any," you said between sobs. Mat chuckled lightly and rubbed your back.
"But you hate peanut butter."
"I know."
"And nothing else sounds good?" You shook your head. "What about Nutella? You want to try that?"
"No!" You we're still silently sobbing when Mat took your face in his hands and tilted it back to meet his gaze. He had a small crooked smile on his lips as he kissed your tears away.
"Do you want me to go buy some?," he asked gently. God, he really was the sweetest man alive.
"Where the hell are you going to find peanut butter in the middle of the night? Plus, you should be sleeping! You have a game tomorrow, go back to bed."
"I'll be fine," he said and kissed your lips this time which were wet from your tears. "And there's probably a gas station that sells some."
"Mhm," you shook your head and leaned back into him for a hug. Your 5 months pregnant belly prevented from hugging tightly, but his hugs still worked their magic.
"Then what can I do?," he asked softly, rubbing his back.
"I don't know." Your hormones got the best of you again and the tears started flowing once more. You could only fixate on that damn peanut butter and every other food you thought of made you want to vomit. While fighting with yourself in your head and silently crying into Mat's chest, you suddenly felt a strange sensation in your belly. Your tears stopped and you pulled away from him. "Oh."
"What?"
"I think the baby just kicked." You felt it again and a smile broke out on you face. "Maty! Feel this."
Your placed his hand on the lower right side of you belly, then patiently waited for the next kick. His sleepy eyes opened wide when he felt it. "Baby, this is..." He pulled you in for a kiss, but pulled away when the baby kicked again. "He did the again! Did you feel that?"
"Yes, I felt that," you laughed. "And she kicked."
"We'll find out soon." His face beamed with happiness. "I never want to remove my hand."
"Kinda hard to play hockey this way, though."
"Eh, I could manage." You both chuckled and he pulled you back in for a hug after kissing your forehead. You stood in the embrace for a bit, enjoying the moment.
"Are you still hungry or can we go back to bed?," Mat asked after a while, yawning. You thought about it for a second, then rummaged through your pantry and settled for a bag of chips. With a sleepy grin, you held up the bag and followed Mat back to bed.
"This will do."
February - 6 months
"How was the checkup? Is the little squish okay?" Mat asked over facetime from his hotel room. "Did you find out?"
"Yes, the little squish is okay. And I have the envelope, but don't worry I'm waiting for you to come back to find out," you answered and told him more of the details of your six month checkup. The baby was as healthy as could be and you couldn't be more grateful for that. You due date was May 25th, one day before Mat's birthday and everyone was excited to see if they'd end up having the same birthday. The doctor also was able to tell the sex of the baby and had written it on a piece of paper that you stashed inside an envelope so you wouldn't find out until Mat came home from his road-trip.
The last few months had been absolutely crazy. Your lives had been thrown upside down when you found out you were unexpectedly pregnant. Now, you were both trying to figure out how to make your lives work with a new addition to the family. Your friends and family were shocked to say the least when you told them, no one had expected it, but everyone was very supportive and excited for the both of you.
"I'm looking at the house later, too," you started a new topic. At around four months your bump started showing and all of the sudden it clicked how fast this was all happening and how unprepared you were. So taking Mat's suggestion, you did agree to start looking for houses. After all, you carrying his child was a fair exchange for a nice house.
"Ok, take videos for me, please. I think this one is going to be it."
"Only because Anders lives down the street."
"Well, we'll need help. And it doesn't hurt having someone experienced close by." You grinned, chuckling, then spent the next while talking.
A few days later, Mat came home from his road-trip more excited than usual. He had a bouquet of flowers and your favorite Starbucks drink with him and showered you in kisses when he saw you. "I missed you, too." You kissed him one more time, before taking a sip of your drink you had been craving all day.
"Ok, I need to know. Now!" He was of course referring to the sex of the baby. You were more relaxed about the subject, not really understanding the need to know (except maybe to know if you should buy those absolutely adorable pink baby dresses or not), but Mat was dying to so you gave in and agreed to find out as well. You grabbed the envelope from a drawer you had kept it in and handed it to Mat who basically ripped it apart.
"Ready? Final vote?"
"Girl," you said confidently, trusting your mothers intuition. "What's the pool from the guys say?"
"The majority said boy, but probably only because most of them have daughter and we need more boys," Mat replied. Of course, when he had told his teammates he was going to be a father, immediate bets on the sex, weight, future hockey career, etc. were made. "I'm going with boy, too. Ready?"
He slowly opened the piece of paper so the both of you could read it at the same time and after a few seconds of scanning the page, you let out a scream.
"I was right!" You almost tackled your boyfriend with a hug jumping from joy of soon getting a daughter. Mat's face however wasn't as joyful as yours and sort of killed your mood too. "You're not happy? Mat!"
"What? No! Baby, I am, I just," he sighed searching for his words. "I don't know anything about babies, let alone girls. How on earth am I going to raise a girl? I- What am I supposed to teach her? Or play with her?"
You put a hand on his cheek, calming him. "You'll figure it out and I'm here to help. Trust me, it'll all come naturally once she's here." You kissed him. "And you could probably teach her how not to fall for a hockey playing fuckboy like her mom did. That would save her a lot of heartache."
"Hey!" He playfully pinched you and trapped you in between his arms. "Oh, she is not going near any boy until she's 30!"
"There you go! That's the spirit." You smiles turned serious again when he dropped his forehead against yours.
"You really think I can do this?," he asked, doubt in his voice.
"I know you can. You take great care of me and I'm a girl. She'll be like a mini me."
"A mini you? Uf, I'm in deep shit if she turns out like you." Now it was your turn to pinch him, but you did it harder. He could handle it. "I'm kidding! I couldn't ask for a better role model for our daughter than you."
"Thank you," you said and kissed his soft lips again. They were so addicting. "And she'll tell you what she likes and doesn't like. And when she's old enough you can bring her on the ice with you and teach her to skate."
"Yeah! She'll be the best skater in the world. Oh! I'll get her little pink skates and a matching helmet! And a pink stick, too? Or is that too much pink?" You chuckled at how quickly his doubt turned into excitement.
"Maybe a little."
"Ok, we'll figure it out then." You nodded in agreement. You still had a few of years until then.
"Hey, (y/n). I am excited. I just panicked for a second."
"I know, it's ok. I like that you're sharing your fears. As much as I am excited and overjoyed, I'm terrified as well. Teenage girls are horrifying."
"We got this!" Mat stepped away and high-fived you. "Dream team."
You picked up you drink again and watched as Mat worked his way over to the fridge looking for food. This man was always hungry and now that you were pregnant, you were grocery shopping for what felt like five people. "Oh god!," he exclaimed, closing the fridge again but not before stealing a piece of cheese. "What if she doesn't like pink?"
Yeah, he was going to do just fine as a girl dad.
April - 8 months
"Guys, thank you so much for today. This was truly so sweet and I'm so grateful I'm going to have you guys around for help." The girls in the room smiled and cheered as they came over again to congratulate you again. The Isles wags were sweet enough to throw you a baby shower today and you truly felt the support by each and every one of them. You would really need it, especially when Mat would be on the road for games.
You went home to your apartment with a lot more gifts than you expected and were ready to just lay down and put your feet up. Yes, still your apartment. You actually had closed on a house (the one close to Anders) a couple of weeks ago but since your birth was so close you had decided to put off moving until after the baby was born. That would lessen the stress and also allow time to do some renovations to the house. The baby would be sleeping in your room for the first few months anyway and didn't need her own room. You couldn't decide on a nursery theme anyway so hopefully once she was here, you could make the final decision.
Music was blasting throughout the apartment and you followed it to find Mat on his knees in the living room putting together a rocking chair. "Oh, you're back," he got up to kiss you softly. "You look beautiful."
"I look and feel like a whale."
"But whales are beautiful amazing creatures." He kissed you again. "Did you bring me back cake?"
"In the grey bag," you pointed to where you had dropped your things and then plopped down on the couch, moaning in discomfort.
"Want me to massage something?," Mat asked when he came back to the living room, already digging into the piece of cake.
"My feet. But build the chair first, I wanna see how it looks." He raised a hand to his forehead, saluting, then started up building the chair again. It was relatively easy, so he was done quickly to massage your feet.
"I also put the bassinet together. It's in the bedroom already."
"Aw, I can't wait to see it. It's getting so close. Oh god, there's still so much to do. I need wash the clothes, and-" You started spiraling.
"Baby, calm down. It's gonna be ok. I'll help and you parents will be here soon who will help, too," he calmed you. "Take a deep breath."
Every day getting closer to you due date, you're anxiety increased, but it was usually trumped by your excitement over holding you baby girl. The timing of your pregnancy also wasn't the best since it was right during the playoffs that the isles were guaranteed to play in. You felt bad about it, but you were secretly hoping they'd get kicked out so you could be sure Mat would be there for the birth and help support you every day.
"Hey! Squish is kicking," you announced excitedly and Mat jumped from his spot landing next to you, eagerly placing his hand on your belly, feeling for his girl to kick.
"We're really gonna have to come up with a name. We can't call her squish all her life." You chuckled. The nickname came about when you saw the first ultrasound picture of her whole body and you noticed how cubby her cheeks were (or at least that's what you told yourself). Mat's response was that she looked like she was very squished in there (your belly) and the word kind of stuck around. She was your little squish and you couldn't wait for her to get all chubby.
You ordered in that night, too lazy to get up from the couch and cook a meal, and cuddled on the couch seriously discussing baby names.
May 11th - 9 months
That was the worst night of sleep you had gotten ever! You had been uncomfortable for last few months and hadn't gotten the best sleep, but last night you probably only slept for 30 minutes. Everything was hurting, your back, your legs, and most notably your belly. Looking back on it, you probably should have realized you were in labor or the idea should have at least crossed your mind, but for some reason you denied it and you just laid in bed and endured the pain. The pain was also nothing like a 'normal' contraction, you thought your body was just preparing for labor, it was more like Braxton Hicks and that was definitely not labor. Mat was also leaving for Florida the next day for a few days and you didn't want to worry him. Plus, you were scared. So yeah, you just laid there and took it. This would all be worth it in the end.
Mat noticed your discomfort, asking multiple times if you'd rather he stayed with you, but you assured him it was only false labor and even the doctor a few days ago said that she probably wouldn't come until at least her due date.
"Alright, bag is packed. I got my plane snacks," Mat listed in the afternoon, thinking out loud. He sat on the bed and leaned down to kiss you. "Now you," he said placing a hand on his stomach. "Don't come out until I get back, okay? It's nice and warm in there so stay comfy for a few more days."
"Yeah, she's nice in there but her mama is definitely getting tired of not being able to move." Mat shot you a worried look. "I'll be fine. I've got my girls coming over and my mom will be here in a few days."
Of course in that moment you got a cramp like feeling that paralyzed you with pain for a few seconds. "I don't like this, I should stay."
"No, no. Go. These are important games. I promise I'll be safe and I'll have people stay with me."
It pained him to go, but after a bit more convincing and a long hug and kiss goodbye he did. When you heard the dot shut, you moaned again in pain. Okay, this was much more painful than just a few hours ago. You turned the TV on, trying to distract yourself but the pain got more intense. Then you felt a little wet, like you had just peed yourself (and horribly that was a normal part of pregnancy). And suddenly all of the alarms went off. You were in labor.
"Shit!" You started freaking out, but the pain limited your movements so all you could do was reach the phone. "Maty!," you yelled when he picked up.
"What? What?," he yelled back, panicked.
"It hurts." You started crying. "I think the baby is coming."
"Ok, I'm coming. Hold on, I'll be there in a few minutes." Thankfully he was still in his car so he was able to turn around easily and come back to get you. He stayed on the phone with you the entire time while you explained to him what you had been feeling for the past few hours. Mat was very good about not being mad that you had lied to him about how you were feeling, he understood you anxiety about it for which you were very grateful.
"Baby time," Mat shouted when he stormed into the apartment and into the bedroom where you were struggling to get up. You couldn't help but chuckle at his grin while he was helping you stand up. "Let's go."
"Wait! I want to change." He rolled his eyes but helped you change outfit. He did the same, changing out of his suit and into comfy clothes. Once you got everything, you waddled out of your apartment and on your way to the hospital you were. One waddle step at a time. One waddle closer to meeting your daughter.
Which you did after a long few hours of painful labor. Mat stayed with you the entire time, never leaving your side except for getting you ice chips. Since you technically started labor the night before, you only spent about five hours in the hospital bed before your tiny girl made her appearance.
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"Our first choice seems like the best fit, eh?"
"It does," you replied smiling. The smile hadn't left your face since the moment you held your daughter. Your head leaned against Mat's shoulder who was sitting next to you in the hospital bed. In your arms, you held your perfect little girl.
"Wanna make it official?" His fingertips traced her tiny face. He too, hadn't stopped smiling. You nodded. "Myla."
"Hi, Myla." She opened her eyes for a second and let out a cute baby noise and of course the two of you were infatuated with her all over again. "She looks like you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, she has your eyebrows." You traced them softly, outlining the distinct shape.
"She has your nose, though."
"A perfect mix." You looked up at him and he leaned his forehead against you. "I love you."
"I love you more," he whispered. "Thank you. You did such a good job. I am so happy. She's perfect. You're perfect. And I can't wait to take her home. And read her books. And put cute little outfits on her. And-" You chuckled at him rambling, but took all of his words to heart.
"I can't wait for all of that either." You kissed him again, but you little moment was interrupted by a nurse who was coming to take baby Myla to the nursery so you could get a couple of hours of sleep. While your heart broke watching her being wheeled away, you definitely needed to catch up on your sleep. With a final kiss from Mat, you got as comfortable as possible and fell into a deep sleep, the image of your daughter never leaving your mind. You had everything you ever wanted. The perfect boyfriend (and hopefully soon to be husband) and now a perfect daughter.
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“I wanted him to stay here with me,” Lady Stark said softly. Jon watched her, wary. She was not even looking at him. She was talking to him, but for a part of her, it was as though he were not even in the room. “I prayed for it,” she said dully. “He was my special boy. I went to the sept and prayed seven times to the seven faces of god that Ned would change his mind and leave him here with me. Sometimes prayers are answered.” Jon did not know what to say. “It wasn’t your fault,” he managed after an awkward silence. Her eyes found him. They were full of poison. “I need none of your absolution, bastard.” Jon lowered his eyes. She was cradling one of Bran’s hands. He took the other, squeezed it. Fingers like the bones of birds. “Good-bye,” he said. He was at the door when she called out to him. “Jon,” she said. He should have kept going, but she had never called him by his name before. He turned to find her looking at his face, as if she were seeing it for the first time. “Yes?” he said. “It should have been you,” she told him. Then she turned back to Bran and began to weep, her whole body shaking with the sobs. Jon had never seen her cry before.
A Game of Thrones- Chapter 10 (George R. R. Martin)
Yeah, I don't care Catelyn is distressed, the hatred's already been there. There's no excuse to say shit like this to a child (and she still sees Robb as a child, so Jon should be one in her eyes too). And using his name for the first time?! Don't tell me that wasn't intentional.
This might be the last time Jon'll ever see her son he obviously cares about, so she takes out her helplessness on him.
If Jon's such a thorn in her side, why doesn't she hate Ned?! Oh, yeah, because he's her beloved Lord husband, so she can't resent him for his manly urges, only his stubborn care for the result. And not enough to wish him crippled.
Catelyn's hurting and feeling guilty, so she hurts the person, who won't fight back or seek support. Low hanging fruit, kicking puppies and such.
And Jon isn't merely kind, he lies for her sake, and feels for her. He's a better person, than I.
Robb knew something was wrong. “My mother …” “She was … very kind,” Jon told him. Robb looked relieved. “Good.”
#ASoIaF#AGoT Chapter 10#Jon Snow#Catelyn Tully Stark#Bran Stark#POV: Jon#MU rereads ASoIaF#A Game of Thrones#GRRM#V#books#quotes#anti Catelyn#just to be safe#You can excuse men fucking around#but not taking the full responsibility for the results?!#Fucking southron nobles...#As a bastard I could say I'd hate that bitch with all my heart.#As a reader#I'm trying very hard not to look at it from that POV.#VERY hard.#valyrianscrolls
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any recommendations for angsty steve centric fics?
We love some Steve angst!
Boys Keep Swinging by Carbocat is an extremely devastating story. It's not a romance story there isn't any steddie, it's main focus is on Steve and how he struggles with PTSD from everything.
Chokechain by GhostHost is another great fic. The Summary of that one is: Rumors of Steve's pending engagement threaten to splinter the post-Vecna bliss with a harsh dose of reality.
cyclical by cuips_not_cute is a time loop fic. Which is pretty self explanatory. Steve is struggling to save his friends and end the loops.
Gave me something to lose by sierra_writes_things is a shorter story but it's so good. It's not resolved at the end so if that isn't your cup of tea...
how long is forever by boredorphan. Summary is "it felt like they could breathe air again, without the constant fear of having to answer a code red in the middle of the night because of a newly discovered creature. Because what returns to them is not something about the upside down, no. Simply it's a consequence. The result of poorly made decisions, neglected care. It's the loss. Stolen memories."
I know I've kissed you before (Can I try again) by ChristinMKay is so good for an AU. It's a no "supernatural" fic and it's has Steve adopting Dustin in it, which was perfect. This is a steddie fic and it switches back and forth from the past and the present to show you the whole story.
I'd Ask You To Be True by chandy... This fic was the hardest thing I've ever read. It's not a romance story instead it focuses on Steve's relationship with the party. It's based after season two I believe, and its heartbreaking. Through this story we see Steve battling cancer and the party's support during it. However, I will say that it's a heartbreaking ending but it's a beautiful ending at the same time. Read the tags and be warned this one legitimately made me sob to the point I stopped reading it for a little while so I could breathe.
It Takes Two to Survive by Orange_Sunsets is more of a stobin angst fic. It's where Steve and Robin not saved from the Russians instead they end up in the hands of Martin Brenner.
Long Live The Kings by me_4eva is very angsty. It is based in the middle of season 3 and after. It is a Harringrove fic which isn't my cup of tea but it was done so well that I still enjoyed it, maybe just because romance isn't the point of the fic. It's a survival fic through and through. I really recommend this one, it's angsty all around.
Passing of the Torch by mummifiedgoose is a short one that has a sad ending but it touches on the similarities of Lucas and Steve.
Remind Me That I Am A Fool by The_Bees_Want_Arson is a fic about self harm and suicide but it doesn't have a sad ending so that's a plus.
Remember What You're Looking At Is Me by Kwills91 is another good one. It's a steddie fic but it really touches on how Steve is struggling.
Okay so like I have more but I'll let you look at these first. If you want I write a lot of Steve-centric angst. Which is linked on my page :)
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Welcome back to “listening to S4 of TMA and sobbing!” I’m your host, you know me, unfortunately. I swear to god-
MAG 125: Civilian Casualties
Am I going insane or was Callum McKenzie mentioned before??? The name is so familiar and I searched through all the transcripts and my notes. Closest thing I could find was in A Sturdy Lock, the old man’s last name was McKenzie but I don’t think that’s related. Anyways, I think this is the slaughter
Also the bullet. And Melanie’s screaming. Is that also related to the slaughter, her increase in violence??
MAG 126: Sculptors Tools
The whole time I was like “is this Michael??” But no this guys name was Gabriel but then he mentioned Sannikov and I was so confused until Jon mentioned the worker in clay and I immediately shrieked. And Gertrude stopped him. What a badass.
Martin talking to Tim makes me wanna scream. And Peter said some interesting stuff. Isolation. Elias’s ritual. I think Peter is trying to make a ritual for The Lonely before Elias because competition or something. And then the “when it’s over, you won’t want to tell him” like wtf does that mean. This is why I equally hate him with Elias.
MAG 127: Remains to be seen
Very The Eye. I actually never thought much on Jonah Magnus but I should’ve because yeah, that guy is suspicious. I need to pay more attention to old timey statements.Also, “I was trying to see if the statements called to me” like Jon, you know that makes you look more unhinged, right??? And Martins mom is dead now which makes me wanna like strangle myself.
And then there’s the infamous bastard; love Elias’s prison arc, it suits him more.
(EDIT 9/19: forgot to mention, Albrecht said at one point “I don’t read the books, the books read me” which reminds me of MAG 91 when Mike said he couldn’t read that one book but it read him. Think those are related. Okay that’s it)
MAG 128: Heavy Goods
I know they (or he now) are evil but Breekon was low key sympathetic during this. Also, DAISYS ALIVE. Oh so Daisy can be alive but Tim can’t, someone rip out my throat. ☹️ but I am happy. And sad. She sounds like she’s going through it according to Breekon. Or at least Breekon words extracted by Jon, which, by the way, what the hell. He can do that??? Starting to realize the true horror of his powers cause damn.
MAG 129: Submerged
Oh yay, gentrification. The true horrors of the world.
“I miss you” so what if I screamed! I need to like punch a pillow after every Martin/Jon conversation.
Anyways, I think this entity is like the buried? Can the buried count with water? Drowning? You know? Anyways “The Sunken Sky” is like the coolest name ever for The Buried. How do they all have such cool names?? Apparently Gertrude sacrificed Jan Kilbride because he was marked by The Vast and throwing him diwn a pit was enough. That’s the guy from MAG 106. There always seems to be at least one sacrifice to stop a ritual, y’know. Hate it
I have a bad feeling about Jon trying to find Daisy. Because duh. And basira is off on a secret errand which I believe is whatever Elias told her about. The new way to defend themselves. I don’t know who it’ll be. Maybe a new character?? If not, I can’t think of a strong character who could help them, especially associated with Elias
Okay!! I think that’s everything. I’ve been filling my sketchbook with TMA art, I love it. Final thoughts, uh, hate Peter, worried for Martin, worried about Melanie, overly analyzing everything, etc, etc. I hate my brain can’t ever stop when listening to this.
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imagine tying up and overstimulating sub!chad meeks martin
⟡ chad squirmed as you tightened the handcuffs around his wrist. his eyes were covered by your black handkerchief, his skin crawling with tingles as he felt your hot breath near his ear. “be a good boy, and i’ll help you out.”
he whimpered, bucking his hips up at the sound of your praise, he sounded fucking pathetic when he whined out, “i’ll be good, mommy, anything for you.” his words made you smile. you ran your fingers softly down his naked chest, watching as he trembled under your touch. he moaned out, his cock twitching, almost asking to be touched.
you used your nails and lightly traced the tip of his dick. chad shivered at the friction and felt his heart beat faster. he whined, “don’t be mean.” you smiled, and cupped his face, kissing him passionately. when you pulled away from him you lightly struck his face, slapping him. chad moans loudly, his dick twitching.
“mommy does what she wants. got it?” chad whines and nods, his hips bucking once more. he let out a choked sob as you grasped his cock, squeezing just to tease him. you straddled him, his cock just inches away from your aching cunt making him whine out and whimper. “okay, i’m sorry, mommy.”
you smiled and started pumping him slowly. your free hand traced light circle over his chest, your nails tickling his abs which he sucked in at the soft contact. his sounds send vibrations straight to your core.
you started pumping him faster, moving your hand from his abs to his hair, running your fingers through it.
you took in his current state. his mouth hung open, an easy way to let all of his filthy words and sounds out, sweat started to drop from his forehead, his hands tied up above him with pink fuzzy handcuffs. he looked completely fucked out, and it made you wet.
he started panting as you brought him closer to the edge, watching as he squirmed and moaned. “m-mommy, fuck, i’m so close. i can’t take it, i can’t,” he started repeating, his words turning to whispers as you pumped him faster, grinning and watching him during his desperate state.
“you can take it baby. and you will. do it for mommy.” that brought him to the edge as he moaned out, bucking his hips and letting his head fall back onto the wall behind him. little begs and thank yous left his mouth, “thank you, mommy, thank you so much. oh fuck.” his cum shot on his stomach as you pumped him through it, he began to feel sensitive and squirmed.
you smiled and took off his blindfold, finally seeing his beautiful face again. “i couldn’t last any longer without seeing your face, you’re so pretty.” you grinned and gently cupped his cheek as he started to smile.
you reached for his cuffed hands, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “my pretty boy,” in his ear, releasing him from the bright fluffy restrictions he was once cuffed with.
he watched with big eyes as you got some of his white stuff on your finger, bringing it up in between your lips and sucking on your finger during the process.
he sighed and threw his head back. you smiled when you saw his dick hardening again.
“okay, now you’re teasing me on purpose.”
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Subway Cars
Mindy Martin-Meeks X F!Reader
MasterList
Warnings : Violence, Swearing, Mentions under aged drinking
Summary : You and Mindy just accidentally hopped on the wrong subway car while meeting up with the others...
Mindy held your hand tightly on the subway. You looked around trying to spot anyone that looked suspicious.
"It's a bit odd we're stuck on here with Ethan.." you mumbled. Mindy let out a laugh, "Yeah I know.". Mindy put her hand to her head and sighed.
"What's up?" You asked softly. She put her hand down, "I got us on the wrong fucking subway car. ". You cupped her cheek "It's fine. We're gonna be okay.". Mindy shook her head before looking off into a different direction.
"Hey let's move somewhere else..." She led you by your hand to the back of the subway.
"You sit there I'll stand." She offered. You looked at her, "No, Mindy you have a bad headache.".
"I swear to God if you don't sit down." Mindy said with a soft smile. You grinned, "Fine." You sat down in the seat by the drunk strangers. The smell of cheap booze stung your nose. The lights would flicker for pauses of time. You looked over to see Mindy breathing heavily. You stood up, "Mindy?!" The lights flickered again.
"Sit down. I'll be okay." She whispered. You slowly sat back down, the lights flickered again. She gave a sad smile, you tilted your head at her confused.
The lights flickered.
You looked over to see a hooded figure looming over Mindy's body. You pulled them off of her, "Get away you sick fuck!!" You yelled. The lights flickered, a sharp pain echoed in your leg. The subway car doors opened, the lights flickered again. They were gone, you kneeled down by Mindy in pain.
"Oh my god..." You panicked taking off your jacket. You wrapped it around her wound and applied pressure.
"Are you hurt?" She asked between sobs. You shook your head, "No, I need you to keep your hands on your wound. Okay?". Mindy weakly nodded, you tried to stay calm. You fumbled to get your phone and call 911. Mindy looked down at your leg, "You're bleeding!".
"I'll be fine!" You fussed.
You and Mindy waited in an ambulance. The cops swarmed around the building trying to find a way in. Mindy gently bumped her shoulder into yours.
"Good thinking back there... With your jacket." Mindy grinned.
"I learn from the best." You joke. Mindy looked down, "I'm sorry you had to go through this.". You looked at her, "What?". She awkwardly laughed, "I warned you when we started dating. I didn't think it'd happen again... And you got hurt!". You shook your head, "No. I don't regret a thing. Besides I got over my fear of heights.". Mindy looked at you, "Yeah, I'm sorry you had to.. do that.". You shrugged, "It was cross the ladder or die so...". Sam and Tara walked out covered in blood. Mindy stood up quickly, "Be careful." You warned standing up beside her. Sam smiled at the two of you, "You guys are okay?".
"I've seen better days." You said softly.
"Who was it?" Mindy asked. Sam sighed, "Quinn and Ethan and their deranged father.". Mindy laughed, "I knew it was him! But I gotta stop missing the killer monologues!". You rubbed Mindy's back gently, "I'm just glad it's over.".
"Yeah." Sam smiled down at Tara before walking off. You watched them walk away, "I need a drink..." Mindy mumbled.
When Chad was rolled out of the building Mindy put her arms up in celebration. She smiled, "You made it!", He put a thumbs up towards her. You shook your head, "Come on let's go.". You gently wrapped your arms around her hips.
"I can't wait to start a movie marathon after this." Mindy said as you walked towards the ambulance. You sighed, "I'm thinking of a campy ghost movie.". Mindy nodded, "That's a great idea.". She smiled giving you a kiss before climbing into the ambulance.
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