#I want to ask my mom why I stopped seeing my birth dad but I’m too chickenshit to bring it up

[queenimmadolla]

𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

(dad!eddie x mom/pregnant!reader)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 • more of the pennyverse here.

Summary: . . . After your eventful labor and delivery, you and Eddie can only wait to see what fate holds for your newborn son as you two finally decide on a name. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst, near death experience, difficult pregnancy, early labor, preterm birth, talk of loss of infants, birth defects, happy ending.

a/n: we have finally reached the rainbow at the end of the storm, my friends. wrapping this up feels so bittersweet, i'm going to miss all the interactions! i don't think i've gotten to talk to this many people here before and i hope it doesn't stop after part three. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. and a HUGE thank you to my partner in crime, @kitmon, for beta-ing this (all three parts) bad boy for me. while Wayne's World is finally over, i'm excited to continue writing for this little family. on to the next thing! word count is 4kish. happy reading! and for the people mad about the long post, sorry, had the 'keep reading' tab on but it kept fucking with the format and eating chunks of it. you're gonna have to scroll. let me know what you think? ◡̈

While Eddie was out like a light, your doctor had also dropped in for a visit to inform you you’d be staying at the hospital for at least another day, which you weren’t too excited about. You were prescribed medication to take during your stay and so long as you felt good, you were allowed to roam about, meaning you could visit your son. 

  Wayne had also dropped by, with a bag he’d packed full of Eddie’s clothes and things he thought he would need. He hadn’t wanted to wake Eddie up, either. After making sure you were okay, he ended up taking Penny home with him. You’d debated on letting her stay, but you figured Eddie would be vehement on staying with you and she’d want to play with her toys soon. Wayne had promised to bring her back for visits.

  Then it was just you and your sleeping husband. Eddie slept through the morning, past the afternoon, and into the evening. You were just about to run out of patience—eager to see your baby—when he finally woke up.

  “Wha’ happen?” He rasped out, voice groggy and eyes squinted almost shut as he stretched, letting out an inhuman grunt. 

  “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” you glanced at the clock on the wall, “or goodnight, I guess.”

  “Night?” He followed your gaze, eyes shooting wide open when he realized how late he’d slept. “Oh, shit. It’s seven.” 

  “I’m aware,” you were entirely amused, “Your breakfast, lunch, and dinner are on the counter.” You pointed over to the counter and cabinets lining the wall.

  Eddie was starving, he tossed the blanket aside to get up and made quick work of all of his meals, to your surprise. 

  Watching Eddie eat was always so entertaining. He ate so chaotically, messy like a gremlin. And not just when he was starving. 

  “Where’s Pen?” He asked through a mouthful of food. 

  “With Wayne and Maude. He stopped by and dropped off some things for you.” You pointed this time to the duffel bag resting near his makeshift pullout bed. 

  The burger you’d got him for lunch was clenched in his teeth, the wrapper around it preventing its contents from falling out, as he rifled through it, pulling out a clean shirt, a pair of sweats and some boxers.

  “Why didn’t you wake me?” He asked, again with a mouthful of food as he unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his legs. 

  You watched as he struggled to get his feet out of them without using his hands, aggressively shaking them off his right ankle. He cursed under his breath once they were off and you couldn’t help but elate in the fact your husband was still a dork.

  “You were tired, snoring up a storm—’’

  “—I don’t snore.”

  “—And looking like you were in a coma.”

  Eddie snorted as he devoured the rest of his burger before he was able to go put on the clean boxers (you’d made sure to lean forward so you could get your eyeful) and yank on the sweats. Then he pulled his shirt off and you responded by clapping your hands appreciatively.

  “Now, give me a little twirl,” you swirled your finger downward, with a smirk and Eddie laughed as he threw the shirt at you.

  “Knock it off, six week waiting period still applies to you so you’d better not tempt me.”

  You whistled as you pulled his shirt off your head, holding it to your chest, “You might have had the dinner but I definitely got the show.”

  “You’re incorrigible,” but he was still grinning as he yanked the clean shirt over his head. 

  You waited until he was comfortable, with his food, on the pull out before you informed him, “My doctor came by, too. Said I’m stuck here for another freaking day.”

  Eddie pulled the fry he’d been about to eat away from his mouth so he could tease you with a pout. He was actually glad, you’d be surrounded by medical professionals so if for some reason something happened, they’d be able to take care of you. Plus, he’d be by your side every day until then. This was his last day off, but he’d call Norm in the morning and let him know he’d have to take the next couple of days off. He’d saved up more than enough paid time off at the shop, something he’d chosen this particular one to work at for offering. 

  Of course, when he’d gotten the gig as a teenager, he’d only been concerned about using that time to try out a new strain or micro dose. 

  You rolled your eyes and slumped back into your bed, “Jerk. She also said I could move around. After you finish eating, will you take me to go see him?”

  Fuck, Eddie would take you right now. He was about to set his tray aside when you hissed. 

  “Eat.”

  He held his hands up in defeat, but finished off his food a little faster. 

  While he finished eating, you’d gotten out of bed (yes, he almost had a heart attack and you had to threaten him to keep him from hovering) to freshen up. By the time you were done, so was Eddie.

  You’d dug around his bag until you found one of your favorite shirts of his and put it on, under the stupid hospital gown, along with a pair of his sweats.

  And you hadn’t wanted to, like really, really didn’t want to, but you allowed him to push you to the NICU in a wheelchair. It was the only way you were allowed to leave your room. Why didn’t you want to? Because Eddie insisted it was a game, full on running to propel the wheelchair, even spinning you around in it, when he wasn’t pretending to crash into things. It was fun, but you were sure the hospital staff didn’t appreciate it.

  When you finally got to the NICU and the nurse placed your baby in your arms, you knew everything you’d been through was worth it. Every single second you got with him was precious and worth the possible sorrow that may follow. 

  “He does look like Penny,” you agreed, lifting him up to press a kiss to his forehead. He was in better looking condition than you recalled, not pasty or almost blue, and breathing. You remembered the shock of fear that had shot up your spine when he hadn’t been after you’d pushed him out.

  He was small, smaller than Penny had been for obvious reasons, and while it made you sad that you hadn’t been able to keep him in you to develop more, you were still happy to have him.

  “Although, I think their noses are different,” you mused and gently stroked your finger over the small tip of his nose, tubeless since he’d been removed from his incubator to be placed in your arms. He scrunched it up at the contact, and you were delighted with his response, “he’s got your’s, Eddie.”

  “You think so?” Eddie was taken with that nose scrunch, absolutely entranced. He’d seen you do it in the wee hours of that very morning.

  “Oh, yeah. He’s perfect. I wonder whose eyes he has.” Selfishly, you hoped a pair of big, brown baby cow eyes, like his father’s and sister’s, were under the eye cover.

  “You can take it off,” The nurse hovering nearby informed you, he was handling another baby but he’d heard your comment, “he’s done with his phototherapy. The lighting in here isn’t harsh either, so he’ll be just fine.”

  He stopped what he was doing to hand you a couple of wipes, “Just moisten the edges and it will come right off.”

  You did as instructed, Eddie hovering over you in anticipation. Once the edges were saturated with the warm wipe, you carefully peeled the eye mask away, heart squeezing as your baby boy blinked them open. Well, that was a stretch, he blinked them into a squint.

  He glared up at you like that for a few more moments, before his blinking became rapid and then they were finally open, forehead scrunched up in curiosity as he stared, little mouth just barely parted. 

  “Hi,” you giggled out, absolutely ecstatic to see a pair of familiar dark eyes peering up at you. 

  “Guess that answers that.” Eddie’s smile was soft as he watched you press another kiss to his head, your fingertips mingling with the fluff on his head. He couldn’t help but notice how enthralled his son looked with you, little fists curled near his face.

  “You are so perfect,” you cooed down at him, finger stroking his cheek, he blinked at the contact, gave your hand some serious side eye for surprising him then returned his awed stare to your face. “I love you so much, my little grump. You’re gonna be okay, yeah? ‘Cause you’re just like your daddy, aren’t you? Gonna make it out even when you’re dealt the shorthand.” 

  Was Eddie Munson about to cry again? Yes.

  “Perfect, perfect, perfect,” You enunciated each one word with a kiss to his head, “We still have to name him.”

  The morbid image of a potential name for his son, etched into stone came to the forefront of his mind and Eddie felt a stabbing pang in his chest as he forced the image away.

  “You know, I technically chose Penny’s,” you drawled, craning your head to look up at him, “I think it’s only fair you name him. Since you won’t let me name him Eddie Jr.”

  Eddie stared back at you, gaze intense before it shifted down to the little bundle in your arms, at the face peeking out from the blankets.

  He hadn’t wanted to name his baby after him, wanted him to be more than just a namesake. With Penny, well, her name meant something to him. Unconditional love. 

  It didn’t actually translate to that, but it had belonged to the one person in his life—other than you—who showed him affection, emotion. 

  The baby’s eyes moved away from your face, catching Eddie’s stare and something about it prompted a thought, a fact really. 

  Eddie was wrong. He was so, so wrong in his thought process. The weight of the realization almost had his knees buckling as he stared back at that little face.

  For the first time, Eddie thought of his son’s name. Etched in stone or not, it was the only one worthy of him.

  You’d let the nurse know and he retrieved your son's birth certificate for you. You loved the name so much and since Eddie had been the one to decide on it, you insisted he write it on his birth certificate as well. It had to be the neatest thing Eddie had ever written.

  It hadn’t been easy to let the nurse take your baby back, away from you and you had teared up, afraid it would be the last time you’d see him.

  Eddie had been upset too, in the last few moments you were allowed with him, he’d let his little guy hold onto his finger and reminded him of their earlier talk. He had to make it through tonight, so he could go home with them. After a few parting kisses, tears and reaffirming your love to him, he was whisked away to his incubator and you and Eddie made the sullen trip back to your room. 

  He held you in your bed while you both cried. 

  And cried.

  And cried.

  Eventually, the two of you fell asleep, the sheer emotional exhaustion too much for either of you. 

  When you woke up, it was to sunlight streaming through the cracks in the curtains and the nurse taking your vitals. Eddie was still lightly snoring into the side of your head and just as the nurse finished, both Dr. Eisenberg and Dr. Houseman entered your room.

  “Good morning!” Dr. Eisenberg chirped. Dr. Houseman silently made herself comfortable leaning against the counter.

  “Morning,” came your groggy reply as you shook Eddie awake. He peaked an eye open to glare at you but the moment he caught sight of both doctors, he snapped awake.

  “Sorry to disturb you two, we just figured you’d want to hear the news. Mrs. Munson, although I know you must love your hospital bed, today’s looking like your last day here. Which means I want to hear about you doing lots of walking today. I’m gonna check on you again tomorrow, but if all is well, you’ll be discharged then.”

  Halle-freaking-lujah. 

  Dr. Eisenberg stepped back, nudging Dr. Houseman’s shoulder enthusiastically to take her place.

  “I believe this is the first time we’ve met, Mrs. Munson,” she regarded you with kind eyes before acknowledging Eddie, “Mr. Munson. Nice to see you’ve gotten some rest.”

  Eddie tried not to feel personally attacked.

  “I come bearing news of your son. He made it through the night, with no issues. He’s out of phototherapy, responding well to feedings—that’s very important—and while his breathing is fast, it’s also a good sign. It doesn’t leave him breathless, so it may just be his excitement at being in the outside world and getting to use his lungs. He doesn’t tire more than would be normal for a newborn, either. We’re gonna keep him a little longer, let him develop a little more and ensure the hole starts to heal up, but I give it no more than two weeks before he goes home.”

  The amount of weight lifted off both your shoulders and Eddie’s was almost disorientating. Your baby made it. You’d get to take him home! You wanted to cry, jump around, do backflips, but you settled for leaning into Eddie, who was blinking an awful lot.

  “Alright, I think we served our purpose. We’ll let the two of you have some peace.” They both gave you grins as they made their way out of the room, though Dr. Eisenberg stopped, effectively halting Dr. Houseman as well, “By the way, LOVE the name you gave him. Really fits the little guy.”

  Dr. Houseman nodded in agreement before she was ushering Eisenberg out of the room.

  You held each other again as you cried, this time tears of joy and relief.

  Wayne stopped by again, this time with Penny and a bag of necessities meant for you (packed with care by Maude because Wayne was too embarrassed to go through your drawers). She’d begged Eddie, literally wrapped herself around one of his legs until he agreed to take her to see baby brother. He hadn’t wanted to, would much rather have them meet at the trailer when the two of you could finally bring him home and not when he was still in an incubator, patched up to machines, but he relented.

  Wayne kept you company while he took her to see the baby. She hadn’t asked any questions about the babies, only stating the stork must be getting ready to take them to their mommies and daddies because they were in boxes. 

  When he’d pointed out her brother, she couldn’t look away, placing both hands on the glass as well as her forehead to stare at him. 

  “My little baby potatoes.”

  “He’s not—alright, sweet pea.”

  “I getta keep him, huh, daddy?”

  “Yeah, you get to keep him.” Eddie found himself blinking away tears, comforted to know he wasn’t lying to her, didn’t have to be obtuse to avoid telling her the truth anymore. 

  “Okie dokie, les take ‘em home.”

  Eddie chuckled and pulled her a little ways from the glass to press a kiss to her cheek, “He has to stay here for a few more days, but he’s gonna come home.”

  “Pomise?”

  “I promise.”

  She eyed him suspiciously, “You won’t fuwwet ‘em?”

  “Forget,” Eddie corrected but Penny didn’t amend the word like she would normally do when reminded of the proper pronunciation. She still had a little difficulty with her ‘r’s so if a word had the letter in it and she said it right the first time, great, if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be fixing it, “And that was one time, sweet pea, I came back for you like a minute later.”

  Penny maintained an impressive, nonstop commentary about all the things she was going to teach her baby brother to do during the walk back to your hospital room. At some point, she’d asked Eddie to swing her the rest of  the way, which he scoffed at because that would make him look ridiculous to the staff.

  Needless to say, by the time they got back, Eddie was sure the staff would be making fun of him.

  Wayne hadn’t asked to see the baby, he was content knowing the little fella would be coming home with you. He still had that image of him in the truck stuck in his head, and he’d rather replace it with a baby in a car seat instead of an incubator. He and Penny stayed a while. She took your doctor’s walking orders (that Eddie foolishly mentioned in front of her) seriously and demanded you walk back and forth around the room with her. It was no problem until it just got annoying but you entertained her anyways. 

  Then all your friends had shown up, waiting strategic intervals of time to slip into your room as small groups so the nurses wouldn’t notice. They’d brought tons of gifts and Eddie had to sneak them to the NICU entrance, a few at a time, so they could see your baby through the glass.

  After what a c-section was had been explained to the boys, Dustin’s respect for you skyrocketed, which you hadn’t thought would be possible considering his high opinion of you in the first place, and Lucas thought you had to be some kind of superhuman to survive that, he was amazed. Poor Will and Robin looked like they wanted to throw up when Steve’s girlfriend explained how some of your insides had been briefly removed to get to the baby.

  It had been Nancy and Jonathan who got the group out of the hospital, and just in time. Your main nurse had come to check on you with all the suspicious hallway activity. Wayne and Penny left when visiting hours were over and you convinced Eddie to sleep on the bed with you, you always fell asleep fast when you got to cuddle up to him and you needed the night to pass already so you could get discharged. 

  You were impatient the next morning, Eddie watched on in amusement as you got ready, fluttering about the room until you finally slipped into a shirt and some comfortable pants with a high waistline (nothing was pressing into your scar until that bad boy was healed), then put your hospital gown over them and climbed into bed to disguise your getaway outfit. 

  Your plan was of course foiled when Dr. Eisenberg arrived and had you walk across the room a couple of times. She’d been amused with your expectations, but stuck to her promise and a nurse was wheeling you out after you were discharged.

  Wayne, Penny and Maude greeted you when you arrived home, and while you were pleased to be in your own clothes and trailer, you wanted your baby with you. 

  “What happened to the spot?” You’d asked Wayne, at some point while Maude and Penny were showing Eddie a new dress Maude had made for her.

  You were referring to the stain you were sure your water breaking had left—unfortunately, rather bloody as well. 

  “Maude got rid of it. Took ‘er a couple ‘a days but she managed to scrub it out, ‘s why she couldn’t come see you, reckon she figured you wouldn’t wanna see it.”

  The widow from a couple of trailers away—and Wayne’s lady love—was shy as hell, but you were positive you loved her. 

  You and Eddie made sure to visit your son as often as possible. While Eddie worked, you spent most of your mornings and afternoons at the hospital, learning from the nurses about his improving condition and how to care for him. You’d learned he was fed a couple of special formulas, though they still encouraged you to breastfeed. On day seven of his hospital stay, you got to nurse him for the first time. 

  It was difficult, he wouldn’t latch properly no matter how hard you or the lactation consultant tried at first. It took him a while to get the hang of it, and it had been mildly uncomfortable for you, but eventually he did start latching. Day eight was spent encouraging him to latch each time. You knew you’d have to feed him those special formulas, but that was the extent of sharing him with a bottle you were willing to go. It was 50/50, and they’d informed you as soon as he caught up in development, and started gaining weight, the need for the formulas would lessen and you wouldn’t have to share him.

  GOOD.

  On day nine, you and Eddie got to bring him home. It hadn’t been completely planned, Dr. Houseman had suggested it the day prior, hadn’t guaranteed it and hadn’t been expecting you to have a carseat and anything else you might need for the ride home, but when she mentioned that he was good to go—though he’d have to be seen regularly to ensure his heart was in healthy condition and healing—Eddie bolted to retrieve the car seat he’d had waiting for his little dude and came just about running back.

  “Don’t look so sour, baby,” He cooed as he tucked his little baby in and secured the harness around him. His son’s face was scrunched up, glaring at Eddie while he buckled him in. Clearly, he wasn’t a fan of the car seat, but he changed his tune when Eddie gently squished his cheeks between his thumb and index finger, the baby immediately relaxed, eyes wide as he stared up at his daddy. Then Eddie was tucking a blanket around him, and lowering the visor to protect him from the cold air.

  It was wonderfully symbolic how peaceful the drive home from the hospital with your son had been compared to how chaotic the drive to the hospital, with him, had been. 

  Wayne, Penny and Maude were waiting for you again. Penny practically attacked Eddie’s legs as soon as he made it through the door with the car seat. 

  “Whoa, sweet pea! Careful, daddy doesn’t want to step on you.”

  “I wanna see ‘em!”

  “You will,” You promised as you shut the door behind you. Wayne and Maude were perched on the couch as Eddie placed the car seat down and squatted so he could carefully take the baby out of it. Penny’s energy seemed to disappear, she was stock still, watching as Eddie lifted the visor, removed the blanket, unbuckled the baby and finally pulled him out. 

  Maude’s reaction was instant, sounds of adoration slipping past her lips as the baby scrunched his back while Eddie lifted him, tiny arms pulling up near his head. 

  Wayne laughed, relieved to see the baby looked nothing like he had when he’d first seen him. In fact, if he didn’t know better he’d think Eddie brought home the wrong one. 

  “You wanna hold him?”

  “Bring ‘im ‘ere.” Wayne held his hands out and Eddie carefully placed his newborn son in them.

  “Well, ‘yer in better shape, ain’t you?” He commented down at the little guy. As soon as those eyes were on him, he knew there had been no baby mix up. He was Eddie’s kid.

  “‘Shoot, another one with ‘yer eyes?” Wayne chuckled and Eddie’s chest puffed with pride. His next joke was directed towards you, “He’s lookin’ like Penny did when she was a baby, you sure you ain’t a copy machine?”

  “Not anymore,” You scoffed, smiling at the sight as you leaned into Eddie’s side. He slipped an arm around your shoulders, hand moving to the side of your head as he pulled you even closer to kiss.

  “He’s a cute lil’ fella. What’s his name?”

  Eddie smirked against the top of your head before he answered him, “Wayne.”

  “Hmn?” Then, without looking up from that little face, Wayne figured Eddie hadn’t heard him and was asking him to repeat himself. “‘Said what’s his name?”

  “I heard you, his name is Wayne.”

  Wayne looked up at the two of you then, eyes wide and unbelieving.

  “Wha—?”

  “His full name is Wayne Edward Munson,” you had to make sure they knew Eddie compromised and was willing to allow you to use his name as his son’s middle name, the smile on your face was smug. “Wayne.”

  Wayne cleared his throat, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. 

  “‘S really…” He trailed off, throat thick as he swallowed, head nodding a couple of times. 

  “I didn’t always imagine myself as a family man growing up,” Eddie confessed, “but when I did, I imagined having these crazy, weirdo kids who I’d love and who would love me back. Teach them to play the guitar, how to appreciate good music, play Dungeons and Dragons with. Was already afraid I’d mess up, though. And they’d stop loving me.

  “When we had Penny and she,” Eddie pressed another kiss to your head, “suggested we name her after my mom, I thought it was perfect. Naming the baby I was afraid would one day stop loving me after someone who never did was perfect to me. I was struggling real hard on names for him, didn’t think Edward was worthy of him. Then he looked at me. In that moment, all I could think about was how much I loved him. I couldn't help but wonder if that was how you felt when you saw me.”

  Eddie wasn’t the insecure kid he used to be—well, not as insecure. He’d been unsure of it at the start of his stay with Wayne, the older Munson was never very vocal with his emotions, though he had on occasion told Eddie he loved him. It wasn’t a machismo thing, Eddie was sure Wayne just didn’t know how to express emotions. It was how he’d been raised. Regardless, Eddie knew Wayne loved him. 

  Loved him when he was a baby, born from the woman he loved and not even his own son. Loved him when he saw him sporadically throughout his early life. Loved him enough to try and fight to keep him when his mom died, though the law gave him back to his dad. Loved him when a social worker showed up on his doorstep with him in tow, a broken shell of a boy. Loved him in those few awkward first interactions as they learned how to be around each other again. Loved him when he started getting in trouble, when police officers started escorting him home, when he’d had to pick him up from the police station, when he knew he was selling things and partaking in a business Wayne didn’t particularly approve of, loved him through it all. By blood, he might have been an uncle. By all other means, that man was his father. And his name was the only name worthy of his son. No rock star could compete. 

  “So, we named him after the other person in my life who never stopped loving me.”

  Eddie could see the shine on Wayne’s eyes as his mouth set in a firm line. 

  Finally, Wayne managed to rasp out, “‘Ye’ah, you’re right. Not for one secon’.”

  Not for once second had he stopped loving his boy. 

  Wayne looked down at little Wayne, whose stare was no longer scrutinizing, “You got ‘yerself a good pair ‘a parents. ‘Couldn’ta asked to be born in a better family.”

  “Uhm, ‘scuse me, I fuwwot his name. What’s he called?”

  “Wayne, baby.” Eddie chuckled and Penny leaned against Maude’s legs, craning forward to get a good look at her brother.

  “Waynie. I like it! Can I put ‘em in my stoller now?”

  “No, Penny.”

  After the flood of emotions that your living room became that morning, Wayne and Maude had stuck around for a couple of hours before they said goodbye to Penny and baby Wayne and made their way home. So, about a three minute walk, tops.

  You settled onto the couch, next to Eddie who had Penny curled on his lap, with baby Wayne, ready to nurse him as Eddie searched for something to watch. You’d just gotten Wayne to latch when Eddie made a pleased sound and you glanced up to find out what had amused him.

  On the tv was an episode of Saturday Night Live, specifically the beginnings of one of Mike Myers’ most popular sketches as Eddie’s favorite character from the show. 

  “Just in time,” At the mention of his son’s name on screen, Eddie glanced down at the baby attached to your boob, whose gaze flickered to the side to meet his as if he was aware of gaining his dad’s attention. 

The corners of Eddie’s lips twitched as his big eyes stared at him, “Yeah, yeah. I know. Welcome to Wayne’s World.”

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Rescuing Ellie: Part One

This is the first chapter of a new series I'm hoping to start in which Ellie is fostered and then eventually adopted by the Miller family. I can't promise when updates will be but I'm hoping it won't be too long until the next one is posted, enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of trauma, Joel and Sarah being too cute, Ellie possibly being neurodivergent is touched on slightly, childhood trauma, I think that's everything, Sarah calls reader 'mom'

Words: 1,9k

Prompt: You, Joel and Sarah and made aware of Ellie’s existence as your little family prepares to add one more

Joel was pacing around the living room, Sarah sitting on the couch with a book in hand sharing a smirk with you. “Dad! Sit down. If they walk in and see you pacing like a mad man they’re gonna turn the opposite way. Relax.” Sarah told him sternly and he nodded, making you laugh. Sarah had always been able to make him do as he was told. 

“Is the bathroom clean? Did we vacuum the kitchen?” 

“Joel, baby. I love you but please shut the hell up. Everything is clean, everything is tidy but the house still looks homely and welcoming, ok? The social worker would be stupid to think that our home wasn’t good enough to bring another child into.” You said to him and he nodded, taking a seat next to Sarah and letting his arm extend around the back of the couch as she leant on his shoulder. 

“What book are you reading kiddo?” He asked and she smiled. 

“To Kill a Mockingbird. Miss Garcia recommended it so mom took me to get it from the library on Friday.” She explained and Joel shot you a small smile.

Sarah wasn’t your biological child but that never stopped the three of you from acting like a true family. You had met Joel in a bar when Sarah was just 4 and, after a few dates, you finally got to meet his little girl and the pair of you were on your honeymoon a year later. Giving birth had never been something you had wanted to do, stories from friends and family completely putting you off the idea, but Sarah was desperate for a sibling and you knew, deep down, that Joel would love to have another kid in the house.

A knock on the door had Joel shooting to his feet, almost falling into the table, as he walked to the door to let the woman. “Mr and Mrs Miller, it’s good to see you again. And I take it this is the Sarah I got to know so much about?” She asked with a cheeky smile and Sarah laughed. 

“Yeah my dad can get carried away with his bragging.” She said and Joel blushed, you squeezing his hand before he stepped aside to let the woman in. 

“Well, I’m sure you're aware of why I’m here. I’m Courtney, the social worker who’s been asked to come and have a look around, make sure everything is up to scratch and walk you through the next few steps.” She clarified and the three of you nodded, Joel gesturing for her to take a seat and then taking his seat back next to Sarah who was laying her book on the coffee table. 

“To Kill a Mockingbird? You like reading?” Courtney asked Sarah who nodded quickly. 

“I was always read bedtime stories from dad or my uncle Tommy when he lived with us and then mom would help me read the harder books because those too are hopeless when it comes to words with more than three syllables.” She teased and Courtney laughed while Joel looked at Sarah with faux offence while you snorted into your hand. 

“Well I can already tell that the three of you have a lovely dynamic going on. We’ve already discussed that it is your intention to foster a child and then adopt once the child is settled, correct?” She asked and Joel nodded. 

“We don’t think it’s fair for a kid to get used to living with us and then we just change our routine once another kid comes along, you know?” You said and she nodded. 

“Well, would you be able to show me around?” She asked and you nodded, Sarah opting to stay seated while you and Joel led her around your home. 

“That room at the back is mine and Joel’s, Sarah’s is on the left and then the room on the right is obviously the spare room. We’ve left it pretty plain so that we can decorate it to their tastes but the room design is their choice.” You explained and she nodded. 

“And you said you have two bathrooms?” She asked and Joel nodded. 

“There’s the ensuite in the master bedroom and then the bathroom on your left is the bathroom that Sarah uses.” Joel told her and she nodded with a bright smile. 

“It seems you’re all quite prepared for a new arrival. I believe there is someone in our system who would benefit greatly from being included in your family. If you’d like, I can set up a meeting for the pair of you to meet her and then another a few days later where you can bring Sarah along so the girls can get to know each other a little bit?” Courtney suggested and you and Joel both nodded quickly. 

“That’d be great.” 

“If we go and take a seat, I can go over some of her details and we’ll see what you think.” 

Sitting back on the couch, Courtney pulled out a folder and Sarah peeked over the book. “Someone that eager to come live with us?” She asked and Joel rolled his eyes, nudging her slightly. 

“Not when they find out you’re here.” He teased and she scoffed. 

“Your old man grunts when you get up off the couch would be enough to scare anyone away. Surprised mom didn’t escape when she could.” She threw back at him and you looked to both of them. 

“That’s enough with the pair of you, let’s listen to what Courtney can tell us about the girl ok?” You said and they both nodded, Joel smiling gently at you. 

“So, her name’s Ellie, she’s 10 and she’s pretty mature for her age. Became independent at a young age and is generally intelligent if that’s something that interests you. She does have slight trauma which can cause occasional nightmares and she can be generally nervous around new people but is fiercely protective once she gets to know someone.” Courtney said and Joel sat up straighter. 

“Sarah, you wanna go to your room for a little honey? We’ll call you back in once we go over some of the finer details?” He asked her and she nodded, collecting her book from the table and heading to her room. You looked at him confused and he cleared his throat. 

“When you say trauma, are we allowed to know what that trauma is?” He asked and you looked at him shocked. Was this going to be a dealbreaker for him? “Woah no not because of anything bad. I just meant would there be anything that we could do to make the transition a little easier. Like is it better to have her meet us one at a time or maybe Sarah first or-.” You breathed a sigh of relief as he explained himself. “Kids have trauma, it doesn’t put me off fostering her just because she’s had a shitty past. I just don’t want her to feel like she has to feel a certain way once she joins us, you know?” He said more to you than to Courtney and you nodded. 

“It’s probably better that she meets the pir of you first. Ellie’s mother died during childbirth and no one knew who her father was which meant that she was placed straight into foster care. She’s had some really bad experiences with foster homes which is why we are extremely careful of who we place her with. She struggles with men quite a lot which is why we always ensure that there are more women than men in whichever home she goes to. The best thing you can do for her is to just be yourselves. She has an extremely good judge of character so she’ll see straight through whatever facade you try to put up.” Courtney encouraged and you and Joel nodded, you watching as your husband took in all the information he could. 

“The only other guy that’s ever really here is my brother but most of the time his wife and son are with him. Would that be ok once she gets settled?” He asked and Courtney nodded. 

“As much normalcy as possible will help her settle. She doesn’t like to be a burden so feeling like your routine is being changed for her will make her feel awkward. We’ve had many fosters change their mind with Ellie due to some of her personality traits.” Courtney revealed and you frowned. 

“Personality traits? What do you mean?” You asked and she frowned slightly. 

“Many of the fosters believe that Ellie may be neurodivergent which could lead to some of her other traits such as her short temper and her objections to certain food textures or smells. She also struggles to divert from certain routines and some families found that hard to adjust to and it was making Ellie restless. It should also be noted that Ellie isn’t the ‘typical girl’ that a lot of families are searching for. She has very strong tastes in the clothes she wears and how she is viewed and will refuse to cooperate if it goes against what she wants.”

“We don’t expect her to stick to any kind of mould. As long as she’s her own person we don’t care.” Joel said and you nodded. “Would she be interested in any kind of sports? Sarah plays soccer so maybe signing her up for that would be a good idea?” He asked and Courtney shook her head with a smile. 

“Ellie is quite small for her age so she gets pushed around a lot whenever it comes down to sports or physical activity. Her favourite hobbies are music and drawing but I’m sure she’ll tell you all about that once you get to meet her. Once you find a topic she enjoys, the girl can talk for hours.” She said and Joel’s eyes lit up, your husband’s love for music shining through and Courtney seemed to notice. 

“Well, I can see you’re clearly excited to meet her so I’ll let you guys talk it over and once I’ve spoken to Ellie I’ll email with a date for you to come down to the home and meet her if that’s everything you had to ask.” You both shook your heads and Joel called for Sarah who bid goodbye to Courtney and then the three of you flopped onto the couch, Joel’s head dropping into Sarah’s lap as she shot him a stink eye for interrupting her reading. 

“Well that seemed to be a success. I can’t wait to meet her.” Joel said and you chuckled, Sarah just resting her book on his face and continuing to read.

“I say we order pizza to celebrate.” You suggested and Sarah cheered while Joel grumbled. 

“I hope it’s your money that’s paying for it.” He said and you and Sarah both burst into laughter. 

“Of course not. Don’t you wanna provide for your girls my manly husband. Inn’t that what all you Texas men are built for?” You teased and he scoffed, laughing as you kissed his cheek. 

“Make sure to order a ham and pineapple for the monster bookworm.” He told you and you nodded. 

“If anybody’s order was going to be forgotten it’d be yours dad. Just accept that mom loves me more.” Sarah said, prodding his cheek and you smiled. 

“What is it you want Joel?” You asked sweetly and grunted. 

“All I ever want is cheese and it’s always forgotten.” 

“Shut up you giant man baby.” You pushed his face into the couch cushion and he pouted. 

“Thought I was your manly husband?” He asked with a slight smirk showing on his face until Sarah hit him with her book.

“Stop flirting with my mom. You’re ruining my appetite.”

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fluff #tommy miller #joel miller the last of us #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel and sarah #sarah miller #tlou hbo #joel and ellie #the last of us hbo #joel x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x wife!reader #joel miller x you #joel x you

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 5/?

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“Are you going to tell mom and dad?” Danny asked, effectively killing the silence in the car.

“I should,” Jazz said while tightening her hold on the steering wheel. She sighed, “but I’m not.”

Some of the tension melted from Danny’s body.

“You are going to tell me everything, though, right? Or at least the cliff notes version? Just so I can have some peace of mind.”

“Smooth, Jazz.”

“I’m serious, Danny. You told these people your secret identity. Before telling mom and dad!”

“I didn’t mean to! Skulker attacked, and I had to have access to my full powers to protect them!”

“You were reckless. Why didn’t you wake me up before leaving the house?”

Jazz’s voice was starting to rise higher.

“You could’ve been kidnapped!”

Danny snorted.

“I’m serious, Danny.”

“I’m fine, Jazz. I can take care of myself.”

Silence reigned in the car again. They made it back to Fenton’s Work, but neither sibling made any moves to get out.

“What I’m about to tell you can kill you, Jazz, so this is your only chance to back down.”

Jazz said nothing and folded her hands over her lap. Danny sighed.

“I was born high in the Himalayan Mountains in a hidden city called Nanda Parbat. I wasn’t born normally. I was made in an artificial womb; I wasn’t supposed to exist. My mother is the daughter of the leader of a cult called the League of Assassins.”

Jazz took an audible deep breath but kept quiet.

“My brother was supposed to be the only one born. The perfect heir to the Demon’s Head, Ibn Al Xu’ffasch. The Son of the Bat. I was named the Spare,” Danny said bitterly, “I could never measure up to my perfect older brother. I cried after I killed. I wasn’t good at fighting; I was too soft, too weak.”

“Damian was perfect. Why would they need the runt of the litter? I was exiled at seven. My grandfather is, was over 500 years old. We think. He lost track of his actual age. He used something called the Lazarus Pits; now I know it is ectoplasm. He bathed in them to keep himself alive.

“You’re using the past tense.”

Danny nodded, “Damian told me he’s dead.”

Danny took a deep breath and continued.

“Since I was a waste of space, he sent me away to see how scientists interact with the Lazarus Waters outside the League. He ordered me to kill the first three people I ended up with. I don’t know why he didn’t with you guys, but I’m glad.”

“You, mom, dad, are the only true family I’ve ever known. I sent ‘reports’ that were the most basic of basic. They can be found online. Eventually, after being here for three years, they stopped writing back. I was so relieved that they seemed to have forgotten me. I understand if you think I’m a monster. I’m a killer, Jazz.”

Jazz hugged Danny.

“You’re not a monster, Danny, and you’re not a waste of space. You’re my baby brother, and I would kill for you,” she declared, meaning it.

She noticed how Danny talked about himself compared to Damian. He believed himself lesser. She didn’t believe it. Her little brother had taken up the mantle of protector of Amity and had become the Ghost King after protecting their small city from the threat of Pariah Dark. He was a hero; he deserved to be treated as such.

“Thanks, Jazz,” he hugged his sister back, enjoying the warmth.

He let go after a while.

“There’s more. There’s a reason Damian is known as the Son of the Bat. His, our birth father, Bruce Wayne, is Batman.”

____

Damian didn’t sleep that night. He wanted it to be morning as quickly as possible so his father would call the Fentons.

How did he go from forgetting his brother to being impatient to see him? It didn’t help that he felt…something when he saw how easily Danyal followed Jasmine.

(How would it have been if he had been close to his brother? Would Danyal have looked at Damian the same way he looked at Jasmine?)

He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t!

Damian walked into the sitting room. Father was already there, drinking a cup of coffee. He sat before his father and started chewing on some fruit.

They had gotten rooms in a themed hotel. Three guesses as to what the theme was. The whole damned city seemed obsessed with ghosts.

There was a picture of Phantom smiling into the camera.

Damian had done some research instead of sleeping. Apparently, Phantom was the main hero of Amity, though there was another heroine called the Red Huntress. There were mixed reviews of his brother. The younger generation viewed him as a hero (as they should.), while the older generation saw him as a menace.

There had been an article when Phantom had done a string of burglaries. Because of his red eyes, Damian had concluded his brother had most likely been mind-controlled. It happened. Even Superman has been mind-controlled.

“So, father, when will we be calling the Fentons.”

His father sighed and put down his coffee.

“Soon, Damian, but we must consider how we will approach this. Danny has already expressed his wishes. He doesn’t want to come with us.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’ve read into the Fentons; they’re menaces. The father has news segments for when he’s on the road! The mother has gone on record stating that all ghosts should be studied and are evil. Their papers are heavily prejudiced, with no scientific evidence to back it up. It’s clear Danyal is in danger here.”

“Damian, he’s happy here. He has people who love him.”

Damian crossed his arms, “He’s being a hero without any adult backup. He’s here alone facing Justice League-level threats.”

Bruce sighed. Damian brought up good points, but Bruce knew his son wasn’t thinking about Danny. He was thinking about assuaging his guilt. A part of Bruce wanted to do the same thing.

He could take care of Danny; he had the money. He had years of experience in the vigilante/hero business and could get other heroes to mentor his youngest son (God, another son he had failed.), but he had to consider Danny’s needs.

Bruce took a deep breath, “I’ll get your siblings. It’s time to call the Fenton.”

____

Danny woke up with a twisted stomach. It was so bad he couldn’t even eat his cereal. But he couldn’t leave either. He wanted to be there when Bruce called. Jazz sat in front of him and gave him weak smiles. Her bags were almost as bad as Danny’s.

Both Fenton siblings jumped when the phone rang.

Neither elder Fenton noticed their children’s mood.

“Fenton household,” Maddie answered.

“Hello,” Bruce’s smooth voice came through the phone. Danny thanked his advanced hearing, “May I speak to either Madeline or Jack Fenton, please?”

“Maddie Fenton speaking,” his mom said, “to whom am I speaking?”

“My name is Bruce Wayne,” his mom cut Bruce off.

“Bruce Wayne, as in Wayne from Wayne Enterprises,” his mother asked excitedly. Jack Fenton got up and put his ear close to the phone. Danny’s stomach got heavier.

“Did you finally take a look at our inventions and want to have a meeting to sponsor us?”

Considering Danny had destroyed any message his parents had sent to Wayne Enterprises for the express purpose they would never meet, the answer was no.

“No,” Bruce said, “Well, it’s hard for me to say, but I recently learned from my youngest that he has a twin. I have another son.”

Maddie and Jack looked at each other, confused.

“Yes, what does that have to do with us?”

“I have reason to believe that Daniel Fenton is my biological son, and I wish to take a DNA test.”

Next up, the Fentons officially meet Bruce and Damian Wayne

#Forgotten Demon Twin #dc x dp #dp x dc

[ambcass]

Dad! Miguel Diaz x Mom! Reader

Miguel thinks he will be ready for THE baby, right?... WRONG! He was a complete pathetic mess. When reader gave birth to her baby, Miguel couldn’t wait to meet him/her but when he did and tried holding him/her the baby started crying uncontrollably. He tried calming him/her down but couldn’t while you were lying on your hospital bed giggling. He needed you and your help ASAP but obviously, he knew that you needed rest. 

“Babe. Are you okay?” is what you kept asking because it seemed like he would drop the baby in an instant. “If you need my help, I’ll be glad to help.” Reader chuckled. A few minutes later Miguel finally gave up the tough guy act and gave the baby back to reader. The baby quickly calmed down and started to sleep. Reader and Miguel just stared at each other with shock. Miguel stood aside a little disappointed because he thought he was ready. He crossed his arms and sighed.

“Sorry mi amor, I thought I was ready. I am not gonna be a good father, am I?” Once Miguel said that, reader looked like she was about to slap the shit out of him. She looked at Miguel with awe and smiled. “Miguel. Why would you say something so awful? You’re gonna be a gonna be a great father. She/he may be a mama’s girl/boy for now but who’s gonna help me when the baby turns into a teen and then rebel against me? Trust me, he/she is gonna want their dad when that happens.” Miguel smiled and pressed a kiss on reader’s forehead. “C’mon, I doubt he/she would have the right mind to rebel against you. You’re too scary” Miguel teased while reader rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just wait for (baby’s name) to be 15. Then you’ll see what I’m talking about.” Miguel was just in awe at reader, not really caring what reader just said at all. Just focused on reader’s beauty. 

“You’re gonna be a great dad Miguel. (Baby’s name) Diaz sounds so badass too. He/She will be cool just like her/his dad.” Reader smiled. Miguel pecked reader’s lips and creased her cheek. “You’re just as a badass, reader. Well, I’m more badass than you but that’s beside the point.” Miguel said sarcastically while grinning like an idiot. “You’re gonna be a great mom and I really really do love you, reader” Reader couldn’t stop smiling and feeling flustered. “Well, you better love me, Diaz. I had your baby!” Reader exclaimed while eyeing the baby. Miguel gazed at Reader and the baby with admiration.

“I love you reader”

“I love you too, Miguel”

a/n: YALLL WSP W ME AND RUSHING ON THESE. CREDS TO @miguelnation

#xolo mariduena #blue beetle x reader #cobrakai #miguel diaz #miguel diaz headcanons #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz x you #miguel diaz x female reader #fluff #cobra kai fluff #ambcasswrites #ambcassspeaks #xolo mariduena x reader #xolowithfacialhair #cobra kai season 5 #cobra kai time skip

[chrisevansonly]

Rough Patch Headcannon🐥💛 (Little Duck AU)

Pairing: Dad! Chris Evans x Momma Evans (Female Reader)

Summary: things aren’t always as they seem in the Evans household, and currently, it’s tougher than rough

Warnings: angst, mental health, arguments, fluff towards end:)

Back on bedrest once again after you got home from your appointment with Chris, Arlie was down for a nap so it made it easier for you to hide away in your shared bedroom, not wanting to talk to anyone or talk about anything

You didn’t think this pregnancy would be easy, especially with baby boy growing everyday and getting bigger and bigger, but the aches, the constant pain you were in mixed with a very active toddler were draining you more than you’d ever admit

It started 3 weeks ago when you noticed you felt down, you’d experienced this feeling before after giving birth to Arlie, the dark cloud swimming around over top of you, the weight on your shoulders, that on top of the unbalanced hormones with baby boy, were cause for disaster

It also wasn’t fair that you’d been so snappy with Chris recently, he never took offence to it, never got angry, he knew you were in loads of pain, he just wished he could take it from you

“Okay…please be good so I can wash my face baby..”

The plead seemed to work momentarily before he pushed roughly on your ribcage, a frustrated groan leaving your lips before angrily tossing your face products to the side

You couldn’t help the sudden sobs that escaped as you tried hard to hold it together and not have a total breakdown, Chris shoving the door open in worry a few seconds later

“Hey, hey, whoa honey…what’s going on?”

“I can’t t-take this pain anymore, all it is and a-all it has been is p-painful and I c-can’t even do anything a-anymore!”

Chris almost didn’t know what to say to try and console you, you didn’t stay in the bathroom long enough for him to hug you, opting to move back and get into bed

“What can I do to help you in this moment sweet girl?”

You shrugged and it was like all resolve left you

“Nothing. I don’t want anything, there’s nothing that can help, I’m giving up, I want to just be in pain in bed, alone and god I don’t fucking know!”

The minute you heard a soft whimper and a quiet “momma…?” your heart stopped and you cursed quietly to yourself, looking over to see Arlie, mr.duck clutched in her arms as her bottom lip wobbled, her eyes glassy

“Hi my love…come in”

“Why you yelling momma…? don’t like it.”

She walked close enough for you to help her on the bed, her little arm covering your bump and she rested against you

“I’m sorry duck, I didn’t mean to scare you, Momma just isn’t feeling well that’s all…”

Chris watched quietly sitting at your feet, his hand squeezing your ankle gently

“I s’owwy you not feeling well momma…I can help you feel better!”

A tired smile showed on your face as you rubbed a hand over her head, the frustration leaving your body only to be replaced with that sinking feeling of sadness and dread

“I bet you could my love..”

Chris could see the sudden drop your mood, leaning over to tickle Arlie’s little feet, a giggle filling the room

“Come on baby girl, let’s go make some of Momma’s favourite snacks, maybe do some art for her?”

Arlie sat up nodding her head before kissing your head softly

“Bye momma! Be back soon!!”

She ran off towards the hallway, Chris couldn’t help the laugh he let out watching her excitement at the idea of helping cheer her momma up, truth be told he wanted to help his wife in any way he could

“I’m sorry i’m being such a horrible wife and mom..I don’t know how you still stand to be around me”

It was instantaneous how his hands reached to hold your face, your eyes shifting to meet his

“I love you, I love you so much I would do anything for you, you know that…right?”

After you nodded he continued

“You are the best mother to Arlie and our little guy, and you are the best wife a man could ever ask for. I know things have been so incredibly hard, and you’re in a lot of pain, so much so that I wish we could swap places because seeing you hurting like this and not knowing how to help you is killing me..”

You hadn’t even realized you’d started crying until he swiped his thumb across your cheeks

“I-I’ve been so horrible to you…”

“You’ve been frustrated, in pain and going through a really rough time, I haven’t taken any of that to heart because I know that isn’t you…what I do want is for us to work together to help you get comfortable, and to help this beautiful brain of yours feel better..”

Chris moved to pull you into his side, his lips pressing a few kisses to your temple

“DADDY ‘HUWWY UP I NEED HELP!!”

You let out a soft laugh, the first one in a few weeks and Chris joined you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips

“I missed that sound, we’re gonna take care of you and figure this out I promise you, now I believe little miss and I have some work to do to get our favourite girl feeling better”

“I love you Chris…”

He stopped at the door, turning to send you a smile

“I love you more sweet girl”

It was nowhere near over, you were nowhere near that happy and bubbly woman you’d once been, and that was okay. For the first time in 3 weeks you felt a little less down, the weigh on your shoulders eased the slightest amount. Although it still hurt and you were still struggling, knowing you had your little girl and your ever so sweet husband in your corner, made things a tiny bit lighter…and you’d take it🤍

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[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 2

Masterlist 

Warning: mention of chemotherapy and symptoms, mention of death 

Word count: 3.3k

Tony held open the door for you to head back into the tower. Exhaustion was the best way to describe how you were feeling. Every part of your body was sore. To your surprise, a small body ran into your legs. You looked down at a young girl with shoulder-length brown hair and eyes identical to yours and Tony’s. “Hi,” you smiled. She blinked up at you. You could see the gears in her brain trying to figure out who you were. “You must be Princess Morgan I’ve heard so much about.” It was a little white lie. The CEO and billionaire kept their daughter out of the limelight as best as possible. But they did announce her birth. She took a step back, glancing behind you to look at her mom and dad. 

“Who are you?” She asked. You smiled. Now that was a complicated question as it wasn’t a simple answer. How do you tell a child that you were her sister? 

“I’m a friend of your dad's,” it wasn’t a total lie but not the full truth. You didn’t like lying to kids just because they were younger wasn’t a good enough reason to lie to them. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“Why is that?” One of the reasons you loved kids so much was their thousand and one questions. You heard hurried footsteps walking behind the younger girl. It was the Black Widow. 

“Sorry, Pepper,” she said. “This little nugget is very sneaky.” She attacked Morgan’s sides which made the girl dissolve into a fit of giggles. 

“Don’t worry about it Nat,” the CEO said. “We are done talking.” Morgan gasped suddenly, bringing the attention back to her. 

“If you're friends with my daddy, does that make us friends?” She asked. Ah. The minds of children were so simple, you envied them. 

“Do you want to be friends?” You questioned. She nodded, jumping on the balls of her feet. 

“New friend, new friend. Let’s go play,” she grabbed your hand. 

“Morgan,” Pepper’s voice was stern with a hint of amusement at her daughter but Morgan stopped in her tracks. “You have to ask before you drag someone off.” She sighed, dropping her hand. 

“Can you play with me?” She asked. Oh, it was so hard for you to say no to little kids. You saw Pepper speak with eyes, ‘You don’t have to.’ But you nodded. 

“Lead the way, Princess Morgan,” she giggled, grabbing your hand again and dragging you off. 

*

Pepper watched with a fond smile on her face as the duo ran off. She was surprised by how well you handled everything. You had to be no more than 25 but you walked around with such grace and a positive outlook on the world. She looked at her husband, who has been oddly quiet since they learned of your condition. “Are you okay?” She asked, rubbing his arm. Her gentle touch seemed to snap him out of his trance. 

“FRIDAY, please call all available Avengers to the conference room,” he ordered the AI. “Tell them it’s urgent.” He took off towards the conference room without another word. Natasha raised her eyebrow, questioning his odd behavior but Pepper shook her head. It was better to explain it once. She and Natasha walked to the conference room in comfortable silence. There weren’t many Avengers in the tower. Kate and America were on a mission, Yelena was in St. Petersburg, Bruce took a short trip to New Asgard, and Rhodey was in DC with Maria and Nick. Once the fight with Thanos was over, the Avengers went back home and tried to help those who came back. Her mind seemed to wander back to you. Were you part of the population that Thanos’ snapped away?

She remembered reading about Jessica’s passing. Their paths crossed once at a conference in DC and Pepper would have never guessed she had a daughter. A daughter who shared half the DNA with her own. It was a small world. 

When Pepper entered the conference room Tony was already standing up front. She chose to stand next to him, offering any support she could give him. “I appreciate all of you coming on such short notice.”

“What’s going on Stark?” Steve questioned. 

“It has to be serious. I’ve never seen him like this.” Sam mumbled. 

“That’s because it is serious,” he snapped. The Avengers looked at each other, having a silent conversation with one another. They’ve done enough missions together to speak without saying anything. Tony sighed. “Sorry,” he apologized. “As many of you know, Y/n claims to be my daughter. Her mother and I were together before Pepper and I.”

“Where is her mother?” Bucky asked. 

“Dead,” Pepper answered. “She died in a car accident a few years ago.” 

“She has cancer,” Tony told the team. Pepper could hear the slight shake in his voice showing how much this was affecting him. It was a lot. A stranger showed up, claiming to be his daughter, and telling them she needs help. “Chemotherapy isn’t working anymore. She needs a bone marrow transplant if not she has 6 months to live.” 

“Jesus,” Sam mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, Tony,” Natasha said. “But I’m a little confused about why you called a meeting to tell us this.” Pepper was with the Black Widow on this. It made sense to tell the team all at once but she saw Tony chew on the inside of his cheek. 

“My guess is Mr. Stark is going to ask if you all can see if you are a match for Miss. Easton. Only 2% of the entire population are registered bone marrow donors,” Vision said, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a 1% chance for a parent to match their child, 50% for siblings, and 29%-79% for everyone else.” Tony nodded, resting his hand on his chin. 

“I’m asking a lot,” he said. “Especially to help a total stranger but I’m all she has left.” 

“You're wrong, Tony,” Wanda smiled. “She has us.” Pepper looked at the Sokovian. 

“I’m guessing you knew,” the CEO said. A slight blush rose on her cheeks as she nodded. 

“As soon as she introduced herself. For someone so young, she’s not scared.” 

 *

You glanced over Morgan’s shoulder as you heard footsteps approaching. It was Pepper. “Come on, come on,” she tugged on your arm. “You have to continue the story!” All her toys were laid out in a makeshift battlefield, two sides facing each other. You smiled at the CEO before returning your attention to the young girl. 

“So there they stood, the king's men facing the Swarm’s army. The king’s army were strong men who were called forth to protect their homes. But,” you picked up a stuffed animal. It was a dragon, a gift from Natasha and Bucky that Morgan informed you of. “The Swarm didn’t just have men but a dragon that breathed fire,” you noticed Pepper being more interested in the story. You set the plushie down. “The king’s hand steps forward, with the spellbound sword ready to fight the dragon. But a voice in the crowd told him to stop,” Morgan was bouncing where she sat. “The king’s daughter, Princess Phoebe stood forward and took the sword. She faced the army,” You choose one of her Barbie's as the princess, maneuvering her arm to mimic she was holding a sword over her head. “And she said, ‘I will kill the dragon and lead this army to victory. Who will join me?’ But no one stepped forward.” Morgan gasped. “The princess wasn’t worried. She knew she would have to earn the men’s trust. So, she faced the dragon,” You grabbed the plushie. “Alone.” 

“What happened? Did she win?” She asked. You sighed. 

“It was a long and hard fight,” you paused for dramatic effect. “She killed the dragon, led her father’s army to victory, and became the first Queen to sit on the throne of Krucia.” Morgan jumped up to her feet and cheered at your story's ending. She saw Pepper standing in the doorway. 

“Mommy, did you hear?” She ran over to her, throwing her body at her legs. “The princess won! She won!” You smiled at the interaction, it made you miss your mom. 

“I did,” the CEO smiled. “What do you say to Y/n?” She let go of her mother’s legs and ran back over to you. You were surprised when she hugged you tight. 

“Thank you for playing with me,” you hugged her back. “Can you tell me another story?” 

“Maybe tomorrow. I have to come up with another one. Now let’s clean up your toys,” the pout that formed on her face made you laugh. “If Princess Phoebe can beat a dragon you can clean up your toys,” you said, tapping her nose. She sighed but nodded. It didn’t take long for you both to put her toys away and the playroom was soon spotless. 

“Morgan,” Pepper said, once the last toy was put away. “Your father wants to see you in his lab.” 

“Am I in trouble?” She asked. You stifled your laughter at Pepper’s reaction, not expecting her daughter’s question. 

“Did you do something to get in trouble?” Pepper countered. Morgan shrugged, skipping past her mother. You giggled, slowly standing, and ignored the ache in your body. “Not many people get her to clean up her toys. I may have to steal that story.” 

“Go for it,” you said, placing your bag on your shoulder. “I have a ton of them.” You smiled. “I draw comic books,” you answered Pepper’s unasked question. “I learned that I can hold a child’s attention longer with pictures instead of words. I bet I’ve made up stories about all of you.” She laughed. 

“You’ll have to show us them. I’ll show you to your room.” You followed the CEO to the elevator. She told you that she was taking you to the floor below her and Tony’s. You were grateful they were giving you a place to stay, especially with how tired you were. She must have seen it in your eyes as she rubbed your back and opened the door for you. 

You were shocked, yet not surprised to see a small apartment. The door opened to a personal kitchen and a living space. Pepper walked into the living room which consisted of a dining room table, couch, and TV, and opened up the blinds to show the view of the city. “Tony knows how to spend his money for the best views,” you mumbled, walking over to the window. 

“You aren’t wrong,” Pepper said, glancing over to you. “He rented out the top of the Empire State Building for date night.” You smiled. 

“Romantic.” It was. If you had a partner and the money to spoil them like that you would do the same thing. 

“Your room is over here,” she said, leading you down a hallway, past a small closet, and into a bedroom. It was simple. A queen-sized bed was pushed against the wall with a private bathroom and closet. “We’ll make a trip to your apartment to get your things and if you need anything ask FRIDAY. She’ll order it for you.” You nodded, sitting on the bed. 

“Thank you,” you said. “I know I came here and turned everyone’s life upside down so I appreciate it.” 

“Your family,” she said simply. “Besides with this group it’s the most normal thing,” you laughed which quickly turned into a yawn. “Get some sleep and come find me if you need anything.” 

“Thank you, Pepper.” She smiled and left your room. When you heard the door close, you let out a slow breath. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders on how well today went. But you knew you had to be realistic. Even though they agreed to help doesn’t mean they will be matched. It was a small percentage that Tony would be a match. There was a Plan B. It took a very long time for your doctor to convince you to reach out to the billionaire. Doctor Lucas Carpenter. He was a family friend and he had the honor to watch you grow up, something he liked to remind you every single day. So Plan B was to increase your chemo dosage and the frequency of the treatment. 

You rubbed your forehead and emptied your bag onto the bed. You plugged in your phone charger and attached your phone. The pill counter you used was put on the bathroom counter and the rest of your belongings were thrown on the floor to be dealt with later. You climbed underneath the covers, taking off your beanie and throwing it on top of your bag. It wasn’t long before the exhaustion of the day caught up with you and you fell asleep.    

*

“Daddy!” Morgan ran into her father’s lap. Tony had just enough time to set the swabs down before catching his youngest. “Mommy said you wanted to see me.”

“And what has Mommy said about running in my lab?” He asked. She smiled. 

“But she isn’t here now.” Tony sighed, shaking his head with a soft smile on his face. The billionaire sat Morgan down on his workbench. 

“I need you to use your best listening skills,” he tickled right underneath her ears. Her laughter echoed in the quiet lab. It was music to Tony’s ear and a wonderful reminder of the life he had. But it made him wonder what he missed with you. “Y/n needs our help,” he continued once her laughter calmed down. 

“Help?” She repeated back to him. “Is she okay? I was just playing with her.” 

“She’s sick,” Tony simply said. He wasn’t sure how to explain a topic like cancer to his youngest. He and Pepper tried to shield the darker parts of the world from Morgan and they did their best. But she was smart and knew that sometimes her daddy, aunts, and uncles had to go away to keep the world safe. “And we could help her. Do you want to try?” She nodded. He grabbed two cotton swabs, he purposely didn’t do it with the others so he could show Morgan. “I’m going to do a swab of your mouth like his,” he made sure to get the inside of both of his cheeks. Once he was done, he put it in a bag. “See simple. Are you ready?” He wasn’t going to force her to do it if he didn’t want to. She stared at the cotton swap. 

“Will it hurt?” She whispered. Tony shook his head. 

“It’ll just tickle,” he said. He wasn’t going to go into detail about the procedure if they were a match. They couldn’t get ahead of themselves. Morgan opened her mouth and Tony quickly swapped both of her cheeks. “There,” he sealed her sample and labeled it. “All done. Thank you, sweetheart. You're my hero.” Morgan shook her head, hugging her father. 

“I’m not a superhero, Daddy, you are.” At the moment, Tony didn’t feel like one. He was angry that Jessica kept you from him. Tony kissed the top of her head. 

“I love you 3000,” he whispered. 

“Love you too Daddy.” 

*

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” you heard a calming voice pull you out of your dream state. “Come on. We can’t sleep anymore.” You were awake but you did not want to be. Groaning, you buried your head deeper into the pillow. 

“Don’t wanna,” you mumbled. Someone giggled. You opened your eyes, peeking to the side, and saw that it was Wanda. “What time is it?” You asked, flopping onto your back. 

“7 o’clock,” your eyes widened. You got to the tower around 1300 and fell asleep around 1430, you did not mean to sleep for that long. “You’ve had a busy day and we wanted you to rest. But dinner is ready and you need to eat.” That was true. You had a small breakfast due to your nerves and the crackers she got you for lunch. 

“Thank you,” you said, sitting up. “Give me a second and we can head down.” You walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face. 

“We are having lasagna,” she told you. You opened your pill container and pulled out an anti-nausea pill, just in case. “We weren’t sure what you liked.” 

“That’s fine,” you stepped out of the bathroom and picked up the beanie on the ground, whipping it off before placing it on your head. 

“I want you to know you don’t have to wear a beanie in front of us,” you shrugged. 

“It’s second nature to wear it,” you told her as you walked out of your room and to the front door. “Most people stare at me and I get uncomfortable. So who lives on this floor?” You asked her as you waited for the elevator. Wanda explained each floor had 4 apartments and a common space to share. Peter, Kate, and America were on your floor.

“But America is usually in Kate’s room. They’ve been dating for a few months.” Cute. You were excited to meet them. When the metal doors opened, the smells hit you immediately. You scrunch your nose, hiding your disgust as you scratch your nose. It was the worst part of chemo. Not the hair loss or the fatigue, your taste buds and sense of smell changed. Going to grocery stores was a nightmare. It was a common side effect of chemotherapy and it would go away once the treatment was over. But now it was killing you especially since you loved cooking. Cooking was a way to communicate when you didn’t know the language or the way to learn about a different culture. It was a beautiful art form and it was impossible to cook when your senses were out of whack. It changed from day to day. Some foods made you nauseous but a week later it was your comfort food. It was annoying. 

Natasha went to hand you a plate but you held up your hand, showing her the pill in your hand. She nodded, placing the plate on the counter. You quickly filled up a glass of water and took the pill. It was the tomato sauce and garlic that were causing your stomach to twist and turn. “Are you okay?” Tony asked. You nodded, filling up the glass. 

“Worst part of chemo,” you smiled. “My sense of smell and taste gets all weird.” You put some salad on your plate and opted out of the garlic bread, which hurt because you loved garlic bread. Tony smiled sadly. 

“We’ll figure it out, kid,” he said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. It felt a little weird, receiving comfort from a man that was missing your entire life. You placed your hand on top of yours. 

“Yeah, we will.” Morgan wanted to sit next to you. So you sat next to her and Tony and Pepper on the other side of Morgan. Natasha sat in front of you with Bucky next to her. You kept out of the conversation, trying to focus on keeping the food you were eating down. 

“So,” Natasha said, directing the table to you. “Tell us about yourself.” You whipped your mouth with a napkin. 

“Like what my favorite color is?” You questioned with a teasing smile. Natasha rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath, ‘Great now there are two of them.’ You laughed. “I was homeschooled until I reached college. I double majored in marine biology and mechanical engineering then I got my doctorate in marine biology. I lived on a sailboat for a little bit.” 

“By yourself?” Steve questioned. You nodded, taking the last bite of your salad. You wondered if they noticed your untouched lasagna. 

“Aren’t you a little young to be living on a sailboat and getting your doctorate?” You shrugged. Probably.

“I graduated college when I was 15,” you simply said, cheeks burning at their impressed looks. You didn’t like to make a big deal of your accomplishments because you knew you were lucky to have the resources to accomplish everything. But you didn’t miss the proud smile on Tony’s face. And you smiled back. 

#second chance #tony stark x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony stark x pepper potts #pepper potts x reader #pepper potts x daughter!reader #morgan stark x sister!reader #morgan stark #tony stark #pepper potts #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #Steve Rogers #sam wilson #james bucky barnes #Vision #marvel #Marvel AU

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Three Dinguses And a Baby Also on ao3

Nobody had heard from Steve in days. 

It was a little concerning, the guy seemed to always be around, and for him to just go off the grid like this… It was highly unusual. Now, Eddie, personally, wasn’t worried, maybe a little curious, but he was not worried. Robin and the kids? Yeah, but him? No. Not at all. 

And because he was so unconcerned, he dropped by Steve’s house, Robin and kids in tow. 

“Steve, open up man! You good in there?” Eddie asked loudly, banging on the front door. Distantly, Eddie could hear a baby crying, now what the fuck was that about? He pounded on the door again, “Dude, seriously.” He called, looking over to Robin who was wringing her hands together nervously. He heard some shuffling from the other side of the door. 

It swung open to reveal a half dead looking Steve Harrington. “Hey.”

“Hey? Dingus, we thought you were dead!” Robin screeched, Steve raised a hand, “Shh. Please, I just got her to go down.” Eddie arched an eyebrow. The crying he heard from earlier resumed, “Oh fuck. Okay. okay. Come in, just be quiet please.” Steve said, practically stumbling as he opened the door for the group to pile in. 

They gathered semi-awkwardly in the living room as Steve disappeared into the depths of the house, the crying getting louder as Steve returned with a small bundle cradled carefully in his arms. He was bouncing the figure slightly, humming softly as he did so. “Steve, what the fuck,” Eddie couldn’t stop the words before they were tumbling out of his mouth. He watched as Steve sighed, taking in the bags that hung around his eyes. “That’s a baby, Steve.” Dustin practically whispered as the baby finally stopped crying. 

They watched close as Steve shuffled over to the couch, plopping down gently, settling the baby on his lap. “This is Florence, she’s my moms but. I guess my mom got if fucked up on the birth certificate because she wrote Stephano the third instead of the second, so now she’s legally mine. My dad wants nothing to do with her.” Steve blew out a puff of air, rubbing a gentle hand over Florence’s head. “I’ve been calling her Flo, uh. She likes to cry. A lot. In the middle of the night… So.” Eddie sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face, “Dude. When’s the last time you got some sleep?” Steve shrugged, “Uh, I think I’ve gotten a few hours since Flo’s been here… She got here… Uh. Monday, I think?” Robin’s jaw dropped, “Steve, it’s friday. Why didn’t you call anyone for help?”

Steve shook his head, letting it fall back onto the couch. “I didn’t realize it had been that long, I’m sorry.” He trailed tiredly. The kids had now gathered on the floor, grabbing pillows and blankets and piling them up into some sort of nest. Eddie shifted, reaching for the tiny human in Steve’s arms. “Woah, uh.” Steve said, sitting up. “It’s cool, Stevie. I used to babysit all the time. I got her.” Eddie soothed, cuddling Flo close as Steve handed her over. 

“Get some sleep, Steve-o. You need it, bad.” Eddie instructed gently, Robin nodding in agreement, “Yeah man. You look like shit.” She said, not so gently. Her statement went unnoticed though, because as soon as Eddie had a hold of Flo, Steve was out like a light, drool and all. 

Eddie could see the resemblance between him and his sister, especially with the matching drool running down both their sleeping faces. Eddie smiled fondly as he watched Steve sleep, only breaking out of his trance when Robin smacked him lightly on the arm, careful not to disturb Flo. “Dude, you got a crush on him or something?” Eddie had the decency to look shocked, “Wh- What. Psh, no.” He spluttered, flipping Dustin off when he turned around with a ‘really?’ look on his face. “Mind your business, Henderson.” Dustin turned around rolling his eyes, returning to his conversation with the other kids. 

Robin was still looking at him, “You do, don't you?” She asked softly. Eddie sighed, nodding. “I mean, I didn’t- ugh. He’s a good guy y’know? I just. Why did it have to be him? I mean… He’s straight.” Robin looked at him, shrugging, “I mean. You never know…” She said Eddie turned to her, “Are you saying King Steve isn't straight?” Eddie asked incredulously. Robin shrugged again, raising her hands. “Look, all I’m saying is he’s explained to me his fantasies about Han Solo…” Eddie laughed, “He has fantasies about Han Solo?” Robin nodded, “Yup,” She said, popping the ‘p’ “Heard ‘em myself.” 

“In my defense, Han Solo is hot, Rob.” Steve said groggily, sitting up, watching as Eddie swallowed nervously. “Don’t worry Eds. I like you too. Ever since you pressed that bottle to my neck, ‘n if I’m being honest, you holding Flo right now only makes it worse.” Steve explained tiredly, shifting until his head was resting on Eddie’s shoulder. “We’ll talk properly later.” He said, nuzzling in, missing the way Edddie’s face had turned bright red. Robin looked at the two, a grin spreading across her face, “Told ya. Say ‘Hello’ to parenthood, Munson.” She laughed, patting him on the back, and settling into the couch for a nap, or what seemed to be the activity of the day, Eddie decided, looking around at the sleeping bodies. He sighed, looking at Flo, “Nap time it is, huh, Kid?” He said, hoisting her up onto his shoulder, holding her in place, and resting his eyes with everyone else.  

—

When he woke up, Flo was no longer in his arms, and the kids and Robin were gone too, along with Steve, who he could hear in the kitchen, relaxing him a bit. He stood up, stretching his back, sighing as it popped and cracked from sleeping on the couch. 

He wandered into the kitchen, almost falling in love with the sight in front of him. Steve was holding Flo, dancing gently around the kitchen with her in his arms as he prepared a bottle. “G’mornin’ Eds!” Steve cheered, seeming much more rested than when he last saw him. Eddie arched an eyebrow, checking his watch, gasping lightly in surprise when he realized he’d slept through the night and into the next day, no wonder his back was all jacked up. Steve walked over to him, leaning against him, sighing as Eddie wrapped his arms around him and Flo. “I know we need to talk, but let me say this before we get all serious, I’m bisexual, this isn’t some type of experiment for me, I- I’m falling in love with you Eddie.” Steve looked up at him, tears brimming his eyes, Eddie sighed, leaning further into the hug. “Stevie. I’m falling in love with you too.” 

“Really?”

“Mhm. I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Kay,” He said, meeting Eddie’s lips in a sweet kiss, minding the baby in his arms. They pulled a part with a smooch, “We’re gonna have to get Rob to babysit,” Eddie said before leaning in to place another peck on Steve’s lips.

“Oh gross!” 

Eddie turned around, looking at Robin and the kids who’d let themselves in, holding bags of what Eddie could only guess was the holy grail of Mcdonalds breakfast. “Oh shit, breakfast?” Robin rolled her eyes, handing him the bag, “Here you go, you animal.” 

They all moved to sit around the table, eating their respective breakfasts, and talking about the dreams they’d had the night before. Steve was feeding Flo, holding her close and rubbing her belly so she didn’t get a tummy ache. Robin watched as Eddie’s eyes sparkled at the sight and she grinned, leaning over, “We make a cute family, don’t ya think?” She cooed, partially teasing. Eddie shoved her lightly, “Yeah,” he sighed, eyes still on Steve, listening to the older kids laugh as Flo burps. “We really do.”

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #good parent steve harrington #steddie #steddie get together #steddie ficlet #best friend robin #steve has a baby #steve has bad parents #sleepy steve #eddie takes care of steve

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Word Count: 3k

Date Written: 16/02/24

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the acts that happen in the story in real life. Please do not romanticize any behaviors or actions described in this story in the real world.

Warnings: Death, Mentioned attempted murder.

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: ̗̀➛ “Why don’t you talk to me? I’m your mother. I’m here to help you.” You didn’t even bother looking at the woman sitting on the edge of your bed. How could she say that? Yes, she biologically gave birth to you, but she wasn’t the one to take care of you when you’re sick, comfort you when you feel upset, or even help you around the house. No, she was too busy out getting drunk with her friends to do that. “Maybe because I don’t trust you?” Your voice came out a bit coarse as you just laid on your bed. You hadn’t talked in a while—since the last night, to be exact.

: ̗̀➛ You were already an hour late for school; usually around this time you would have met with Evie or something. But you just couldn’t get out of bed. Luckily, someone knocked at the front door. Or, more like, banged. “You see? Even your friends are looking for you.” Your mother, Kelly, would say as she went down stairs to let whoever was knocking in. It was probably Michael or Henrietta. As the door opened, you would realize none of your guesses were correct as you heard your mother say, “Strange. No one’s here.”

: ̗̀➛ She would then walk upstairs, back to you again, before sitting next to you and opening her arms. You, to her surprise, would actually take the offer. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I swear, I’m trying to get better. And so is your dad. Please, you just have to trust us once. I promise.” She would say this as she hugged you and kissed the crown of your head. “Just a few weeks, we’ll be better. Maybe not back to normal, but normal enough. Okay?” You would just nod as you let a few tears escape.

: ̗̀➛ “Now, come on, baby. You need to go to school and be the star I know you can be, okay? First day of tenth grade!” She would kiss your forehead. But as soon as she backed away, she saw you start feeling nervous. “Hey.. It’s okay. I know it’s a bit scary, but you’ve done it before, right?” She said this as you nodded against her neck. She then finally let you go. “Now come on. My baby girl needs to get ready. You’re already thirty minutes late for orientation.” She would say this as she went down the stairs.

: ̗̀➛ You took the cup of water your mom left you before you went to sleep and drank it. It was warm, but nothing to stop your throat from being so sore. Once you finished, you stood up and wrapped yourself in a gown before going into the bathroom. Quickly taking a shower—more like just letting the water run down you without really doing anything—and brushing your teeth. You then picked out the first things you saw. Long jeans, a black long-sleeved tee, and short black uggs. You didn’t really do much with your hair; you just put earmuffs on top.

 : ̗̀➛ Then you went downstairs, you were about to see your dad but remembered that he had already gone to work. Since you were already late, you just took an energy bar and got your phone. You texted Henri since she was the only person you knew who could drive and had a car. A few minutes later, she texted you back say ‘see u in 3’ you then placed your phone in your pocket and sat on the porch chairs. Almost exactly three minutes later, you see a bright red car pull up with someone wearing all black inside.

: ̗̀➛ “Get in.” She would yell, since she was pretty far from you. You took your bookbag that you left at the side of your chair and got into the car. “What’s with all the color?” You ask as you put on your seatbelt. “It’s my dad’s car. Mine had to go for repairs. God, it’s so bright. I feel like I want to claw my eyes out with my nails.” She said this as she started the engine. She then made a U-turn before driving back to the main street leading to South Park High. “Thanks for the ride.” You whispered as you leaned on the closed window, trying to relax because you barely got any sleep the night before. “No problem. It’s better than riding back seat with that little brat I have to call my brother.” She would, in her usually gloomy tone.

: ̗̀➛ After fifteen minutes, you were shook awake by Henri. “We’re here.” She said this as she parked the car near where the goths usually hang out. You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car. You saw Michael and Pete. Firkle was probably at sixth grade meet-and-greets. Pete was on his phone as he complained about something, and Michael would just smoke a cigarette. “What’s up, guys?” You asked them as you sat next to them. “Nothing. I just thought you wouldn’t make it.” Michael would as well keep smoking his cigarette, not looking directly at you.

: ̗̀➛ “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you actually cared about me.” You said this as he rolled his eyes. “Well, you thought wrong.” You would scoff before reaching out your hand to him. He would take the hint and bring out his pack. He placed one in your hand and handed you the lighter as well. You lit your cigarette and handed him the light before smoking a puff of your own. “There’s a party at Wendy’s tonight. Think we should go?” Henri asked as she went through her texts. “Why would we want to hang out with a bunch of conformists?” Pete would ask.

: ̗̀➛ “I mean, if we went, we could make fun of how fake they are.” You responded as you rubbed your cigarette onto the pavement next to you because you were finished. Michael just shrugged, and Pete would just nod slightly. “Fair point.” He said before you all stopped talking all together before the bell rang a few minutes later. “So, it’s settled? We’re all going to the party later.” Henrietta nodded as Michael would just shrug again and Pete would say “Whatever.” as you all parted ways.

: ̗̀➛ You only had one class left until you were free to do whatever. You walked through the halls; it felt like it was becoming smaller and smaller. ‘First-day jitters’ your mom would call them. Your mom… You remembered the first day of elementary school in South Park. You moved when you were eight. You remember meeting Cartman and his mom. She was nice-ish. Well, she did spoil her son, but not exactly in a good way. You were interrupted in your thoughts by someone bumping into you. Right. You were still walking to class; you needed to focus. You walked in before the bell finished ringing, sitting at your assigned desk.

: ̗̀➛ Ah, here comes your desk partner now. Craig Tucker. The second most popular boy at school. The pitcher of the baseball team. “Sorry for your loss, man. I didn’t think he’d die like that.” One of Craig’s fanboys would say this before heading back to his seat. Craig just ignored the boy as he wrote the date at the top of his notes. “Hey.. Conformist. What happened?” Craig would just sigh as he stopped writing and placed his pencil down. He then turned to you and stared at you without saying anything before you tried to go back to what the teacher wrote on the chalk. He decided to finally speak.

: ̗̀➛ “Tweek tried to kill me when I broke up with him. I called the cops, and he went to jail. A few days ago, I found out he got beat up. He didn’t make it.” He would say he was emotionless, but it wasn’t like he was really full of emotion. Tweek was alive. “Chirst. Sorry.” You would say. Strangely—not really strangely, but for you, it was strange—you felt a bit bad for him. His ex just died, and he has to go back to school as if nothing even happened. But at least he wasn’t letting it get to him. When he finished talking, he just turned back to his desk and kept writing. So did you.

: ̗̀➛ After class, you figured you’d just go home and try to take a nap until the party. You grabbed your bookbag and waved Henri and them goodbye before walking home. It helped waste time, and it got you tired enough to actually want to sleep. When you got home, no one was there. Of course not. At least you knew they were out working instead of doing other things. When you went to the kitchen, you saw cut-up fried potatoes, which had to have been fried in an air fryer, brown rice, zucchini and green beans on the side, and grilled chicken breasts. You took a bite out of the chicken. And of course, it was vegan.

: ̗̀➛ You sighed slightly before getting a text. You grab your phone and check while trying to sit on the tall fancy stools your mom bought when she got the house. It was still too big for you. When you finally got on, you saw the message from Pete. ‘b at wendy’s by 10pm. it’s starting early.’ The text read. You would just send a thumbs up before you put your phone down and eat in silence. Once you were done, you placed the dishes in the sink, still feeling too tired to wash them. You went up the stairs to take a nap and placed a timer for nine. It wasn’t like you had much prep to do for yourself. You would just change your outfit to something more slutty.

: ̗̀➛ Once you got to your room, you would plop onto your bed face first. You then turned into a more comfortable position and fell asleep within a few minutes. You woke up hours later feeling a bit groggy, but shook it off. You got out of bed before going to the bathroom and brushing your teeth before washing your face. You would also think about adding make-up, but that would cause too many break-outs. Your mom only bought the non-allergic kind, and it was only lip gloss. So you just add that and some eyeliner.

: ̗̀➛ Once you were done there, you put on a black tight-fitting crop top with noodle straps, and it was loose around the clevage. It was slutty enough for me to get into the party without becoming one of them. You also wore the same jeans you wore in the morning with black platform boots. You decide to just put your hair in a low ponytail. When you finished, you took out your phone and texted Henri to come pick you up. You went down the stairs and waited on the couch for her text. You would just watch TV; it was just some crappy reboot of a crappy old show, but it’s not like you had much else to do. A few minutes later, you heard the sound of aggressive honking coming from outside before getting a text.

: ̗̀➛ You walked outside to find Henri, Pete, and Michael in the same bright red car you rode in before. “Get in, frontseat.” Henri would yell because she was pretty far away. You got into the front seat and tied your seatbelt. “So, everyone is ready?” You asked as you checked your phone for the time. It was almost ten o’clock. Everyone would just groan, but you knew it meant everything was fine. Henri would start the car and start driving to Wendy’s house. Like you, Wendy was one of the richest girls at school. Unlike you, however, she actually knew how to use her riches to her advantage. She is now known as the most popular girl at school. It’s not like you cared about your family’s money, but it wasn’t that you weren’t grateful either. You just felt empty. Numb. Sure, you could try to ‘fill the void’ with money, clothes, and diamonds, but what’s the point in that? You would just end up just as shallow and superficial as the ‘popular girls’.

: ̗̀➛ While you went on that tangent in your head, the car finally came to a stop. There you were. At the party. You got out with everyone and walked in. Immediately, you’re met with booze, people making out, and ear-bleedingly loud music. “God, I regret coming here.” Michael would groan as he just decided to go outside, near the pool. The music wasn’t as loud there. Henri followed the booze, and Pete... He just kind of stood there. Maybe he was overwhelmed. You decided to just follow Michael’s lead and go near the pool. You decided to stand next to him so you wouldn’t be close to anyone. “You’re in my personal bubble.” He said this as he sipped a bit of beer from his can. “Sorry."  “It’s fine. I don’t really mind.” He would say this before turning to you. “Are we going to talk about what happened last week?” He asked.

: ̗̀➛ You kind of froze up. You didn’t think he would actually bring it up. Even if you were alone. “Um, I thought you didn’t want to talk about it. We were both just really drunk. You said this, stiffly holding your drink. You were kind of hoping this whole thing would blow over. “Whatever. If you don’t want to talk about it, It’s fine. But when you do, Text me.” He said as he was about to leave. “Wait.. Meet me in the closet in five.” You said that as you left to go to the closet. When you got there, you locked the door as you waited for Michael to come back. After around fifteen minutes, someone finally knocked on the door. You opened it and dragged him in. “God, what took you so long? I said in five, not in five hours.” You complained as you leaned on the wall.

: ̗̀➛ “Well, be more specific. There’s like fifteen closets in this whole house... So… What did you want to say?” He asked. “I don’t want.. It will ruin our sort of friendship." You whispered, hoping no one would hear. You started feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation and felt like you needed to be alone. “I have to go. I’ll text you.” You said this as you went out of the closet and went upstairs. You doubted anyone would be on the balcony, and you could barely hear the music because you were so high up. And as weird as you might find it, you actually wanted to be able to hear your own thoughts again. You quickly came up with a can of beer and some weed. What? Something to help you relax.

: ̗̀➛ You sat in one of the fancy chairs and placed your can on the table with the marijuana brownies that were in the plastic. You then saw the famous redhead. Red Tucker. Basically, Wendy's a bitch. She seemed pretty drunk, but you still didn’t expect her to sit next to you. “Hi. You new here?” She would say this as she wobbled in her chair. She could barely even keep her eyes open. “No. I went here since elementary school. I literally grew up with you.” You said, slightly offended, that someone with whom you spent so much time didn’t remember you, but it could also be because she was wasted.

: ̗̀➛ “Oh.. I didn’t recognize you because you looked so different. In a good way. Like, you somehow look  hot." What a backhanded compliment! “Uh… Thanks?”, “No prob. You know, if you dressed better and acted normal, you would be pretty good to hang out with.” She said she reached for a brownie. “Could I have one? I’m hella stressed.” You would just nod your head as she took one and bit into it. “Mm, this is really good. You know, you should give the recipe some time. And maybe we could hang out or something.” She mumbled as she finished the brownie. “You should eat one. You look constipated.” She said as she took another one, but this time she moved it in the font of your face, like a parent with their child when feeding them. “Open up.” You did as she asked you to and bit into the brownie.

: ̗̀➛ Being the lightweight you were, you immediately get higher than clouds at even one bite. A few minutes later, you were on Red’s lap as she fed you brownies. “You know, Wendy’s a whore. She acts like I’m just her servant who’ll do anything she wants just because she asks me to. It’s totally unfair.” She would hick in the middle of her sentence before she lifted you off. “You know what we should do? Truth or dare. And since you’re the highest, You go first. Truth or dare?" She asked you. “Dare.” “Good, I dare you to sit on the railings.” She dared you as she drank your beer. “What? I’ll fall.” “No, you won’t. If you want people to stop thinking you’re a pussy, Do it.” She told you. It’s not like you could argue with her. So you just did it.

: ̗̀➛ You used your chair to get onto the railing, and Red took the chair from under you while still helping you balance until you were okay. “Now, let go. Trust me, you'll feel better.” She said this as she backed away from you a bit. “Okay.” You whimpered, as you didn’t exactly want to die. You removed your hands from the railing. And nothing happened. You stayed still, barely moving an inch. “There, see how easy that was. Now, I’ll be back. I’m getting us some more booze.” She said this before she left. You were now relaxing at the edge of a 4-story building. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel scared anymore. You were at peace. For the most part, anyway.

: ̗̀➛ Red was still busy getting drinks while she bumped into a cute guy. “Shit. You look hot.” The guy would say, ‘Hot.’ Was all Red thought as she forgot about the drinks and made out with him? Which led to... other things. As much as it was pretty annoying that she just left like that, you were finally alone with your thoughts. Until you felt your jeans slip on the sliver rod. You were about to fall, but you caught yourself with your hand just in time. You climbed up to the rod again, but this time, your platforms would slip and...

SPLAT!

And just like that, you were gone. Dead, at sixteen.

─── ⋆⋅☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆⋅⋆ ───

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[spicyclover]

Ultimatum | part two

Summary: You give Charles an ultimatum. His apartment or you.

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The troubled mind is how Charles travels to Paris for the FIA awards. He would have liked you to come, but after the last visit to the doctor and what happened between the two of you… The doctor put you to rest for the previous weeks of your pregnancy.

During the appointment with the doctor, he found you stressed and anxious, which is not good for the baby. He then asked you about the sudden anguish, and you hesitated to answer by turning your gaze to Charles, who was looking forward to your answer.

You answered in a small voice that you didn’t feel very comfortable in Charles' apartment because of the many visits and that you didn’t like it. The doctor replied to find you a quiet place and that the dad should make a little effort to rest his wife.

Neither had retained the doctor’s final comment. Charles was very anxious to leave, and he was angry and disappointed. Disappointed that you didn’t tell him that you don’t feel more comfortable in your apartment and mad that you put your daughter in danger because you don’t want to disappoint him.

He didn’t tell you or the doctor at the end. He didn’t even wait for you to get to the car. You could feel his anger for miles, and it hurt.

« Charles? » You ask, trying to catch his speed at the same time.

He didn’t listen and continued his way to the car.

« Charles! » This time, you scream his name. 

« What? » 

« Can’t you wait for me? » You ask nicely, walking up to him. « I’m… »

« Don’t! I don’t want to hear you right now, » he said, taking your hand and moving your body faster toward the car.

« Let me go! » You try the getaway from his grip. 

« Get in the car! » He screams at you, causing the people around the two of you to turn. 

« No! »

« Am serious. Get in the fucking car! » 

« No! I’m going home alone. » You declare, starting to go in the opposite direction.

« Donc maintenant, madame veut rentrer à la maison? » He says with eagerness in French.  

« Don’t speak to me like that! I’m not your friend, but your girlfriend, first of all, and I don’t understand why you are so mad. » 

« I’m mad because you prefer going back to your apartment instead of mine. I’m mad because you don’t talk to me about anything. You didn’t say that you felt uncomfortable or didn’t like my family. »

« I didn’t say that. » 

« Well, c’est pareil! »

« I told you I don’t feel comfortable at your place. You don’t want to listen, so I stop saying anything because I’m tired of fighting with you, your mom, your friends, etc. I’m tired of feeling like a fucking idiot. I never do anything right for your mom anyway. So yeah, I would rather be at my apartment than at your place. » you say to him, defeated.

He answered nothing. He looked at you badly, not knowing what to say. You caught your breath and decided to leave this place. He watches you walk away without saying anything before getting in your car and going at full speed.

After this exchange, you didn’t talk for a week. Your best friend went to his house to get the stuff you left there. Narrow-minded either, you know it can last weeks if neither of you takes the first step, but it won’t be you.

You got the rest you needed, mainly by being alone in your apartment. You even bought the furniture and accessories needed for the baby’s birth. Max, George, Carlos and even Pierre came to see you during that time.

You know very well that Charles sent them to find out how you are, but you were pleased with their help when it was necessary to assemble the furniture. With your belly rounded, it’s practically impossible for you to do this alone.

One night, you were sitting quietly on your couch eating a nice tartiflette when you got a notification on your phone.

It’s a video one of your friends sent you from a famous club in Monaco. We see Charles hugging a girl, dancing with his hand practically in her panties. The video ends with them heading toward the toilet.

You remain forbidden in front of the video for several minutes, this one playing in a loop before your eyes. Betrayal is the feeling you feel the most. So that’s what he does after each of your arguments.

You didn’t answer anything, but your Instagram and messages were quickly filled with notifications. You throw your phone across the room, crying yourself to tears.

That’s why weeks later, he’s at the ceremony alone, his eyes red with tears and fatigue.

One thought in his head: how will he get you back?

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #fluff

[rowretro]

𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: mentions of toxic / obsessive parents, mentions of abuse

✧taglist✧:  @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strawbsj @nikipedia07 

✧CHAPTER 4✧

“Fraid there were no missing baby reports… I’m assuming it’s child neglect, we can check the CCTV cameras of the area to find the parents… And the baby’s birth certificate already tells us who we’re finding.” The police officer said as Riki sighed, the girl pouted, hugging the baby close to her. After running to the hospital, to ensure the baby’s health, the 2 were able to take the happy healthy baby to the police station.

“For now you can take her to an orphanage that can take care for now” The police officer suggested. The girl left the building as Riki jogged after. “Oi stop running off like that- do you even know any orphanages nearby?” Riki asked as the girl looked him up and down as if he were crazy. “No, I don’t need to know, I’m taking her home.” the girl simply said as Riki stared at her dumbfounded.

“Are you crazy? You might end up hurting the poor thing.” Riki said as the girl rolled her eyes. “I used to babysit my dad’s whore’s baby, I practically have experience. And an old crib in the attic.” The girl said as she walked home. “W-wait. Get on my bike.” Riki simply said as y/n frowned “what?” the girl asked as Riki groaned “I said get on idiot. You’re not raising the child alone.” He said and now y/n was the one staring at him as if he were crazy. 

Jay answered the door, hearing the doorbell, practically ready to lecture the girl on being out late for so long. “Hey Jay Jay!” The girl said with a bright smile as Jay blinked “Are you ok?” Jay asked as y/n shrugged. “Yeah I’m more than ok- I’m happy late night walks are so nice” she said with a smile, hugging Jay tightly and turning him away from Riki, using this chance Riki snuck in and up to her bedroom with the baby. “Jay jay- you don’t have to babysit me-” She added as Jay frowned.

The girl pulled away as Jay stared at her, clearly suspicious of her actions “You’re up to something.” Jay trailed off as y/n laughed nervously “what? Of course not -” “please. I’m not stupid. I saw Riki sneak in.” Jay said as the girl’s eyes widened. Hearing this, the male stepped out, his shirt slightly unbuttoned near the top, and hair a mess, y/n’s lipstick smudged on his collar. The girl stared at him, clearly disgusted. “So you two fight like tom and jerry at school but behind our backs you’re dating?!” Jay asked as Riki clicked his tongue “You better keep this to yourself hyung…” Riki trailed off. 

The girl was trying to deny, but Riki slinged his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. “Can’t let anyone know bout this… especially Sunoo” Riki said as he ruffled the girl’s hair roughly. Jay sighed as he grabbed his suitcases. “If Sunoo asks, I was babysitting you the whole time he was gone.” Jay simply said as he left. “ARE YOU CRAZY?! IS THAT MY FAVORITE LIPSTICK?! WHY THE DUMB EXCUSE?!” the girl yelled seeing that Jay drove off. “It’s one person, plus what other excuse could you probably come up with to shoo Jay away?” Riki asked as the girl rolled her eyes. “Just help me get the crib dumb bitch-” she snapped as she stomped off.

While y/n spent her time building together her old crib, in her bedroom, Riki was out shopping for baby products. “Nishimura? Why are you getting baby food?...” Jungwon asked as Riki blinked, glancing down at the food then back at Jungwon “I heard it tastes good-” he simply said as Won frowned. “So… you decided to get it?” He asked as Riki nodded, throwing it in the trolley. “Well why are there nappies? Bro are you going through something?.. OH MY GOD DO YOU HAVE A SECRET LIFE?!!! WHO IS THE MOM-” Jungwon asked, catching the attention of the whole store.

Riki heaved a sigh as he flicked the male’s forehead. “You idiot. No- I'm just picking up baby shit for a friend- she had a baby and she wants to keep it a secret.” Riki explained calmly as Jungwon shrugged. “So this friend… someone in our school?” He asked as Riki frowned “No- someone you don’t know… anyways- help me find a carry cot-” Riki simply said as Jungwon dragged him to an aisle, as Riki pulled the trolley with him.

Upon arriving in the building, he realized the apartment was cleaner than it was before, he entered y/n’s bedroom seeing that the door was open, only to find the baby in a sturdy crib that looked brand new. “Who else did you tell about our issue?” Riki asked as the girl frowned “No one-” she said as Riki shook the crib a little to see if it’d break “Theres no way someone as weak as you did this.” The girl rolled her eyes at his statement and took the shopping bags out of his grasp “Look after the baby for a little” she said as she left the room, organizing the shopping then going out back.

Riki groaned, sitting by the crib, bouncing his basketball. “I can’t believe I’m stuck in this loser’s house with another girl. Not even a girl my age” Riki said as he frowned at the baby. The baby cooed up at Riki as he stared down at her. “Hey, you and I can be good friends, All I need you to do is annoy the shit out of y/n kay?” Riki said as the baby stared up at him, fascinated. “So your name is Yeseol?... that’s a cute name” he said as he reached his hand out to the baby, her little hand gripping onto Riki’s finger. “Don’t worry… the police will track down your mommy soon… till then you can make a mess, cry and scream, and yank on y/n’s hair” Riki said with a smile.

Y/n was sat on the floor, staring at one of the butterflies that flew from plant to plant, either side. A Monarch butterfly. The first insect that comes to your mind if you think about a butterfly. Memories started flooding in. Oh how much her mother used to obsess over every little thing she did. Her hair, her clothes, what she ate, what she did. Every little thing. Oh how she wated her to be as fragile and as beautiful as a butterfly, prettier than the typical Monarch butterfly. How she’d belittle her for her choice in clothing and her. Oh boy when the woman saw y/n anywhere near other kids, boys or girls, the girl got screamed at and beaten for absolutely nothing. 

She felt chills run down her spines as she remembered those little things… Now she’s dead, it’s even more scary. Like her ghost is lurking somewhere around the greenhouse. The girl hugged her legs, covering her face into her knees, not even flinching one bit when a few butterflies landed on her. From outside, Riki noticed this luxurious and rather vintage looking structure, curiosity striking him as he approached the pretty greenhouse, he could see from the clear entrance, the vivid colors and pretty wings of the fluttering insects. He rocked the baby girl as he stared in awe.

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

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[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

wrote a tiny lil ficlet about t4t steddie having a baby, kind of an amalgamation of all my many posts on the subject. yes i AM going through it rn why do you ask

Stevie's been taking Eddie's pregnancy pretty hard. She's excited of course, and it was her idea in the first place (not that Eddie's complaining), but sometimes Eddie catches her watching him with tears in her eyes, and it breaks his heart to see his wife upset over something so beautiful.

He's assuming it's a jealousy thing. They haven't talked about it much. Once, when his belly was just beginning to show, they lined up sideways in front of a mirror, Stevie in front, so that all that was showing of Eddie was his bump, sticking out behind Stevie like it was her belly swelling with their child. She'd cried then too, but before Eddie could say anything she'd covered his face in a thousand little kisses and pretty thoroughly distracted him for the next hour.

Right now, they're sitting at the kitchen counter eating dinner. Stevie asks him to pass the salt.

Eddie looks down, where the salt shaker is sitting by his left elbow. “Hmm… I mean I would but I’m just… soo pregnant….. don't know if I should be doing all that heavy lifting.”

Stevie snorts and rolls her eyes. Eddie's been doing this for the entirety of his pregnancy, which he maintains is his right as a pregnant person. Most of their friends are pretty done with his shit, with the exception of Dustin, who's developed a case of baby stress that frankly concerns both Stevie and Eddie. If Eddie so much as sighs too hard Dustin is already up and asking what he can do to help Eddie and his future goddaughter. D&D has been interesting lately.

“Eddie. Please?”

Eddie puts a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’m sorry Stevie, do you want to endanger our baby?”

He's expecting another laugh, or one of those dry, sarcastic remarks that made him fall in love with his wife in the first place, but instead he's met with silence. He turns to Stevie, who is once again staring at him with tears in her eyes.

“Hey, baby,” he says, rubbing one hand along her arm and bringing the other to her face to wipe the tears away. “I was just kidding, I know you don't want to hurt her. You can have the salt if you want.”

Stevie gives a wet laugh. “It's not about the salt, dumbass.”

“What is it about, baby? Because I feel like half the time I look at you these days you're on the verge of crying.”

“I just- I feel-” Stevie sighs, looking up to the heavens like that'll help her find her words. “We're going to be a family, y’know? Like, you're my husband, and we're going to have a daughter, and you're gonna be the dad and I’m gonna be the mom and every time I look at you I remember and I just- I love you so much, y’know? And I love her so much. So like. They're good tears, don't worry.”

Eddie smiles at his beautiful wife, who's always been so full of love he wondered if she might explode, and who now seems to be doing just that. “Jeez, I thought I was the one who was supposed to be all pregnancy-weepy,” he says, definitely not wiping away a tear of his own as he does so.

Stevie laughs. “I think it's a sympathy thing. I’m like this when Robin’s on her period too, I have no idea why.”

“Well you and Robin share a brain, so it's not that weird.”

Stevie shoves him, gently, and then her hand falls to the swell of his belly. “I love her so much, Eds. I can't stop thinking about it, like, doing her hair, teaching her to swim, coaching her softball team-”

“I’m gonna cut you off there, Steph. Bad enough I married a jock, I refuse to give birth to one too,” Eddie says, fondness in his voice betraying him. “I’m gonna teach her guitar and how to play D&D, and I’m reading her The Hobbit every night. Should counteract your DNA enough that she doesn't end up too cool.”

“Her godparents are Dustin and Robin, I think it's physically impossible for her to end up cool,” Stevie says with a laugh. Her gaze softens as she feels a gentle kick beneath her hand. “I don't want her to be cool, though. I just want her to be happy.”

Eddie places his hand over Stevie's, gives it a gentle squeeze. Their daughter shifts contentedly inside of him, and he thinks about how he completely understands Stevie being so happy and full of love that she cries every time she sees him.

“Yeah,” he says, focusing all his energy on their daughter, trying to telepathically communicate the love he and her mother feel for her through their shared bloodstreams. “I think we can do happy.”

#please talk to me about t4t steddie having a baby im LOSING IT #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #transfem steve harrington #transmasc eddie munson #stranger things #my fics

[hestialevy]

~Epiphany ~

Today's the 6th of January, also known as Epiphany day (or Three Kings' Day for some). Christians are celebrating the day of the Magi, when the Three Kings came to see Jesus after his birth.

Traditions calls for a King cake to be shared on this day. The cake is different depending on where you set your eyes to, you may know for example Rosca de Reyes but here we're going to talk about the French one, obviously.

We call it Galette des Rois (there's no real translation), this King cake is made of puff pastry and frangipane (an almond flavored custard) : there's a fève inside (literally translated to fava bean since this is what was used originally) a small porcelaine figurine hidden. If you find the fève you're crowned King or Queen of the day, with a paper crown often sold with the Galette.

Because there's a price (the title and the paper crown) some may accuse the other of cheating, so it's tradition for the youngest one to go under the table and designate a slice to someone randomly.

a few more words for you under

“I am now your King, you may bow to me !”

And because my brain goes brrr and I have an unhealthy obession with Pierreste, of course I had to :

Of course Pierre had to find the fève and that made Esteban sigh, his teammate wasn’t known to be the  humble kind -at least not in front of him. 

They wanted to make a part of the team try a galette des rois, actually having to buy two because he knew one would never be enough for the group. Their engineers had loved the idea, watching Pierre trying to cut even slices for everyone while Esteban explained at the same time the tradition behind it. 

 Pierre was now wearing the golden paper crown on his head, going to every single person and asking for a bow. Esteban had yet to finish his own slice, too busy watching Pierre and his stupid crown, he hated how well it suited him. And the engineers actually played along and were giving him bows that made him smile, it quickly went away as Pierre was now going his way.

“Your turn !”

Esteban took another bite, getting flakes everywhere on his shirt, and giving himself the opportunity to shut his month. He shook his head, hoping Pierre would simply give him.

He did not.

“C’mon Este, I’m the King.”

“I think you cheated. You’re the one who cut them” 

He didn’t actually think that, Esteban wasn’t a kid anymore, fighting Pierre for the crown and begging his mom to choose the “good one” for him. He remembered how the last time he went to Pierre’s house to eat a kings’ cake with his parents he had been the one to designate everyone’s slices. 

“Alright kids who wanna choose ?”

Pierre’s mom had cut her homemade galette, setting each slices in small plates, still a little warm. She watched as the two 12 year old kids both designated the same  plate and she knew they would fight for it.

“I chose first !” started Pierre

“That’s not true, he copied me !”

That’s when Pierre’s dad arrived and sat at the table watching the two boys bicker again for third time that day. 

“Alright Esteban ! Under the table young man.”

“Why me ?”

Pierre turned to him like he had asked the dumbest question ever.

“You’re the youngest”

“We’re the same age”

“Still the youngest here” 

Esteban couldn’t argue more about it, Pierre of course understood that and stuck his tongue out. His mom stopped the exchange by waving her dish towel in front of them.

“Pierre, behave. Esteban, you both fought about it, so we’re making it fair, the youngest choose under the table. Hop hop.” 

Esteban obeyed.Pierre’s mom took a plate and asked Esteban who this one would go to, until they all had plates in front of them. He still decided that going under the table had to be worth something and pinched Pierre’s leg, he had tried to fight back and kick him but only managed to hit his dad. Esteban had somehow made a good choice, because he almost chipped a tooth on the fève hidden, he had been so certain he’d never get it he forgot to be cautious. 

Pierre had been the one to crown him King that day, he had made sure it would fit him first then placed it on his head. 

“My king” 

Esteban had never been able to tell if he meant it as a joke, to mock him or only to play along. 

“It doesn’t taste good to win like that, I don’t cheat Este … I’m a fair King, so, can I get a bow ?”

Esteban smiled. To be fair, he had decided to play along with Pierre’s antics, until he felt something hard with the last bite. 

Spiting out a little porcelaine baby jesus on his plate, he stretched out his arm to get the second crown and handed it to Pierre.

“ I’m King too, will you bow to me?”

#read more #wanted to explain and use this in a fanfic but my brain decided to betray me halway through #so i have 5k waiting somewhere for my brain to finish it #BUT THEN #I had to write this little one #a little gift in exchange for forgiveness #pierresteban #french stuff #frenchpine

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

A Place To Call Home: Brothers

Summary: An unexpected visitor makes the reader question if she knew everything she thought she did about her parents. Meanwhile everyone else is cautious about the whole situation, especially her dad and brother...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 3,800ish

Warnings: language, angst, minor illness, fluffy moments

A/N: This timestamp takes place after the Canada Trip timestamp...

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“Y/N!” called your dad from the porch. “There’s some guy at the door looking for you, says his name is Matt Hemming?”

“Never heard of him,” you said, jogging up the steps, leaving Colin in TJ’s lap in the chair by the pool. 

“He’s very insistent on seeing you,” he said, following you back inside and over to the front door. You stepped out with your dad on your tail, the man standing from the seat under the covered front porch. “Mr. Hemming. Y/N.”

“What can I help you with Mr. Hemming?” you asked. He stared at you, your dad taking a step just in front of you, enough to send a message. But your dad cocked his head, glancing back at you. “What?”

“I’m Matt Hemming,” he said, holding out a hand. 

“Get to the point Matt Hemming,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Y/N his eyes,” muttered your dad. You rolled your own, Matt swallowing thickly and glancing away.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“I was adopted thirty eight years ago at birth in Houston. My biological mother gave me up at birth. She was a sophomore in college when she had me I understand. My biological father died a few years after I’ve learned. My-”

“Did I stay at the same foster house or something?” you asked. 

“Y/N,” said your dad. He bumped your arm and gave you a look. “Listen to him.”

“What?” you asked.

“Y/N I’ve discovered my biological mother was killed in a car accident eighteen years ago along with her husband. She had a daughter that survived. My half-sister.”

“What.”

“Y/N I’m your half brother,” he said. 

“And I’m fucking Santa Claus,” you said. He frowned and your dad scowled. “I don’t care if you are related to me. You aren’t getting a fucking cent out of me or my family, got it?”

“I’m a lawyer. I have more money than I know what to do with it. I found out three days ago I have a living relative. I just...I just wanted to meet my sister.”

“Oh I’m sure you did. You see the last name and see the money opportunity too?” you said.

“I should have listened to mom,” he said, turning and heading back to the driveway.

“We don’t have the same mom!” you shouted, your dad grabbing your shoulder.

“Yes we do,” he said, spinning on his heels. “She gave me up though and kept you so obviously I’m the fucking problem.”

“You’re a grown man. Grow up,” you said. 

“You grow the fuck up, acting like a little rich bitch. Here I thought my sister who also lost her mom and was adopted might have something in common with me. I guess I was wrong about that,” he shot back.

“Whoa, whoa, Matt,” said your dad when Matt started to leave again. He stopped in his tracks, clenching his fists. “You don’t get to come drop a bombshell like that and then leave. Sit down, both of you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you said. Your dad pointed and you sighed.

“He has the same eyes as you. I’ll wait for a blood test to confirm it but that guy might be your brother. I raised you better. Sit down and talk to him while I make a few calls.”

Your dad went inside and Matt crossed his arms, leaning against one of the posts. He kicked at the ground, glancing to you.

“You’re not my brother. Mom would never have given up her kid,” you said. “She had such a hard time having kids in the first place. She-”

“Oh get off your high horse. I don’t blame her for giving me up. Do you know what I’m a product of? Do I have to spell it out for you? What my sack of shit bio dad did?” he said. You shook your head and he nodded. “She was young and I don’t blame her for one second not wanting me around. I’m just glad I don’t look like him.”

“Why make contact now?” you asked.

“My wife thought it’d be fun to do one of those DNA ancestry things for my birthday a few weeks back because I’m adopted. It’s been so much fun,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “My parents said to leave it be. I should have listened to them.”

“People have claimed to be my long lost relatives before,” you said quietly.

“I can imagine. My parents are well off but nothing like yours.”

“Are you scared of spiders?” you asked. He smirked and nodded. 

“Irrationally so my wife would say,” he said, taking a careful seat across from you. “Night owl?”

“Yeah,” you said, Matt rubbing his arm absently. “You grew up normal?”

“Yeah. Pretty boring ass normal life. I knew I was adopted from the time I was young but didn’t matter to me. College. Law School. Wife. A dog. Pretty standard. You didn’t get adopted until you were like almost eighteen right?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. You looked down at the stone pavers, rubbing your heel against one. 

“You got the short end of the stick,” he said.

“I never knew mom was hurt like that. She got the short end of it,” you said.

“You okay?”

“I will be,” you said, Zeppelin riding his bike down the driveway, parking it at the edge of the porch.

“Hi,” he said to Matt, Matt returning it with a small wave. “Y/N.”

“What’d you do Zepp?” you sighed. He lifted up his shorts and you saw the gash on his leg. “Did you jump off that stupid homemade ramp at Bobby’s?”

“Dad’s gonna kill me,” he said. 

“Go to my house and let yourself in. I’ll be there in a minute,” you said. He looked at Matt and he held up his hands.

“I saw nothing,” he said.

“Good,” said Zepp, hopping back on his bike.

“Careful,” you groaned as he took off. You rubbed your temples and Matt smiled. “That’s my thirteen year old little brother. He’s in his get into an appropriate amount of trouble phase.”

“I remember those days. He looks like his dad,” he said. “Go clean him up. I can cover with your dad while you’re gone.”

“Do you have any siblings?” you asked. He shook his head and looked down. “Why’d you look me up? Really.”

“My parents were in an accident a few weeks ago, right after my birthday. They were in their eighties but it was a shock. I just...I feel kinda lost to be honest. My wife told me the worst that could happen is you don’t want me in your life,” he said.

“You have to understand Matt, I’ve been through a lot of shit. I just can’t be the instant sister that maybe you’re looking for.”

“I understand. I should never have come here in the first place. I’m sorry for bothering you,” he said. He stood and you caught his wrist, Matt pausing.

“I said it wouldn’t be instant. Took me almost a year to tell my parents I loved them. Took me almost three to start calling Jensen my dad out loud. If you want to try, I’ll try. Just don’t rush me.”

“After the blood test right,” he chuckled.

“What would a lawyer advise?” you said. 

“Blood test for sure. Go take care of your brother. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“You better.”

One Week Later

“Uh hi,” said Matt the next Saturday, a little stiff as he and a woman walked into your backyard. “Maggie this is Y/N.”

“She looks like you,” she said with a smile, TJ walking over with a beer in his hand. 

“TJ this is Matt and Maggie,” you said. “TJ is my husband. The two smallest are our kids, Allie and Colin. The rest are my siblings and my parents are around here somewhere.”

“Here’s somewhere,” said your dad, walking in through the gate with a cooler, your mom right behind him. He straightened up and smiled. “Jensen. Danneel. You are…”

“This is Maggie,” said Matt. “I take it by the invite your lawyer was able to verify what I said.”

“The blood test said you two are half siblings,” said your dad. “Between us adults though, if you two have anything other than good intentions, I’ll ruin your lives and I’ll have help in doing so. Okay, we good? Who wants a beer?”

“Uh,” said Matt as your mom dragged your dad over to the patio. “That was kinda intense.”

“He did the same thing to me when I started dating Y/N,” said TJ. “Just don’t be a dick and these guys are pretty great.”

“Right,” said Maggie, side eyeing Matt. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

“We knew this would be a little awkward at first. Let’s just...try to enjoy the afternoon.”

“I don’t trust him,” said your dad when you were coming out of the bathroom a short while later. You rolled your eyes and he caught your hand, stopping you in the kitchen. “I don’t care if he’s your half-brother. I don’t trust him. It still smells fishy to me.”

“I was ready to shove him away and I only stopped because of you. Now you changed your mind?”

“Remind me when do you get the money from the trust in your parent’s names?” he asked.

“When I’m thirty,” you said quietly.

“Which is a year and a half away. That’s a lot of money to try and guilt you into sharing.”

“He’s a lawyer.”

“Lawyer’s like money.”

“Dad. I just...I’m a grown woman. Stop being so protective of me. He’s my brother. I don’t love him. I don’t even know if I like him. Let me get to know him before you start trying to defend me.”

“Be careful.”

“Not everyone in the world is a douchebag. Just...if you’re gonna harass people just go home.”

“His story might be true but I don’t trust him.”

“Yeah but you don’t get to decide who I do and don’t trust. Back off on this dad. I’m serious.”

“Y/N,” said Zeppelin a few weeks later when you were driving him home from soccer practice. You hummed, turning down the radio a bit. “Are you and dad fighting?”

“What? No. I’ve been hanging out with Matt and Maggie a lot lately is all. It’s easier to get just a few people together,” you said, turning down the street.

“Can we go to your house?” he asked. You turned slowly up around the corner instead of driving straight, pulling into the garage a moment later. 

“Zepp.”

“Can I have dinner here?” he asked. 

“Sure,” you said. “But take a shower, stinky. You got some clothes in the guest room from last time you slept over.”

An hour later TJ was giving Allie and Colin a bath while Zepp worked on the last of his homework at the counter. When he finished you got out a pint of ice cream and a pair of spoons, sliding into the spot beside him.

“Zeppy. What’s going on. Not like you to not want to be home.”

“Dad’s scared. Mom too. They think Matt’s gonna hurt you.”

“Hurt me? No, he’s not going to do that,” you said, taking a bite. 

“I don’t like him,” he said. You sucked off the rest of your spoon, Zeppelin taking his own spoonful. 

“You just don’t know him. We didn’t know each other once,” you said. “Now I’m your big sister that you love.”

“I always loved you. I think you should stay away from him.”

“Did dad put you up to this?” you asked. “I swear to-”

“You’re my sister,” he said a little loud, both of you stilling. “In five more years I’m gonna be the size of dad and TJ. Just cause I’m your little brother doesn’t mean I don’t get to protect you too.”

“I said something very similar to dad when we had our accident last year,” you said. 

“What’d he say?”

“We fought. We were both really scared. I hope you never have to go through something so scary in your life.”

“I thought you were gonna die. Mom gave me money and left me at the airport to wait for Uncle Jared to get me. She was crying but tried not to,” he said. “I kinda freaked out when Uncle Jared finally got there.”

“I’ve freaked out on Uncle Jared before plenty. He’ll always take care of you,” you said, reaching over to ruffle his hair.

“Y/N. Please be careful. I have a bad feeling. Please.” You played with his hair for a moment, pushing some back, a tiny little mark hidden by his hair. 

“You hit your head when I was watching you as a toddler,” you said. “God the scream you let out. I still remember it.”

“You’re avoiding the subject.”

“Why do you think Matt will hurt me? Because mom and dad do?”

“I don’t know. It’s a feeling,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he stood up. “Whatever. You don’t care. I’m going home.”

“I can give you a ride,” you said but he was already putting on his cleats. “Zepp.”

“Whatever. Have fun with your new brother.” He stormed out with his backpack and you sighed, digging into the ice cream again.

“Hello pops,” you said, answering your phone, halfway through the pint about half an hour later.

“Is your brother staying the night? It’s getting late for a school night,” said your dad.

“Uh what?” you laughed.

“Is Zepp sleeping over?” he asked. “If not can you send him home?”

“Oh god,” you said, immediately going out the front door and looking around. “He’s not home?”

“No...Y/N,” he said, the door opening in the background. You started to jog down the street barefoot, your dad talking but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. Around the corner you saw him jogging up in his sweats, staring at you under the streetlight. “Y/N, where’s your brother?”

“He...he was walking home half an hour ago,” you breathed out, spinning around in circles. 

“Zeppelin!” shouted your dad, so loud the whole block could clearly hear him. “Zepp!”

“He got mad at me cause I wouldn’t listen to him about Matt. He said he was going home though. He said-” Your dad shouted again, TJ running down the street, a few neighbors doors starting to open.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Zepp’s missing. It’s a three minute walk and he didn’t make it home.”

“In the car!” shouted your dad, Zeppelin skulking past into the truck fifteen minutes later. “I swear to god…”

“He was upset and came over to vent. I thought you knew,” said Jared. 

“He’s old enough to know better!” shouted your dad. 

“I ran away,” you said quietly, leaning against your car. “You want to scream at somebody then I deserve it, not him.”

“He is not old enough to be walking that far alone in the dark,” he said. 

“And again, I’m the one that got him upset. I’m the reason he was over in the first place. Take it out on me, not him. He got the message loud and clear.”

“He’s not five. He-”

“I ran away and you didn’t punish me for it. A little hypocritical of you to do it to him when he didn’t even do that.”

“Guys,” said Jared. “If you two are gonna argue I’m gonna finish my conversation with Zepp.”

He went past and slipped into the passenger seat of the car, your dad crossing his arms in their driveway.

“You know I have a point,” you said.

“I’m not...I’m scared and upset. I thought someone took him. I just…”

“I know.” He ran his hands through his hair, putting his back to the truck. “I’m going to stop talking to Matt.”

“Don’t do that because your brother-”

“Zepp’s not my blood. But I love him. I’ve loved him since I met him. He gave me his doggie that first day. That kid has always loved me and I’ve always loved him and I just about had a heart attack tonight. He came over to tell me he doesn’t like Matt, he doesn’t trust him. Told me someday he’ll be bigger than me and he can protect me too. He’s only thirteen but he’s right. He’s my fucking brother. Not Matt. Matt is...superficial and manipulative. It’s there and I see it and I ignore it cause it’s like, oh my brother. But I got a brother. I don’t need another one. If he doesn’t trust him, if my family doesn’t, then I’m going to listen to my family.”

“You know that’s just about the sweetest thing you ever could have said about your brother. I wasn’t the only one scared tonight.”

“I was kinda a dick at the party a few weeks ago.”

“I was kinda a protective dick.”

“Yeah but I like that most of the time.” He smiled, Jared climbing out of the truck. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s pretty sure you’re gonna tear his head off,” he said.

“I think it’s time your brother got one of his own little talks,” said your dad, heading to the truck. 

“Go easy on him,” you said.

“Think the ole ice cream down on the dock trick will work?” he asked.

“Never a bad call,” said Jared. He waved and hopped in the truck, the two of them heading out as you leaned against Jared’s side. “He’s alright. Just trying to look out for big sis.”

“Cody home?” you asked.

“I already asked him to run a background check on Matt. I think it’s in his car,” he said just as Cody was jogging out the front door. “Codes where’s that file I asked you to run?”

“I left it in the kitchen. I gotta run back to work,” he said as he stopped in front of you. “That fucker comes near you, call me.”

“Matt?” you asked. Cody nodded, glancing at Jared. 

“Dad can you please not tell Uncle Jensen until tomorrow? I have to tell my boss what I found out and it’ll go better if he doesn’t get a call from a lawyer first.”

“Alright. What’s the big secret?” he asked.

“Your blood test that matched for a half sibling with Matt? His little wife works at the lab. She used other people’s samples and changed the names. I called and got the manager there to re run the original sample you provided. Matt is not related to you at all.”

“But our eyes-”

“Colored contacts. Bought on a credit card a month ago. He’s a con artist from the bit of digging I was able to do. On the surface level, his story adds up but it’s not his story. I verified with your mom’s college a picture of her when she was supposedly eight months pregnant and she was very clearly not pregnant in it.”

“So he’s another asshole after money with some bullshit story,” you said. 

“Talk to your boss, Codes. TJ and Jay and Dee need to hear this first thing in the morning though,” said Jared.

“They’ll probably skip town as soon as they know we’re onto them. I wouldn’t be surprised if they already have if the manager gave Maggie wind of running a test over again,” said Cody.

“Go to work. We’ll figure it out in the morning,” said Jared. “Be safe.”

He hummed and hopped behind the wheel of his cruiser, heading back onto his shift.

“You want a drink?” asked Jared.

“I should go home,” you sighed. He rubbed your arm and you looked up at him. “Maybe one vanilla bourbon milkshake?”

“That’s my girl,” he said. You followed him inside, smirking when you saw JJ and Tom watching a movie on the couch. “You two want milkshakes? Or are you gonna share?”

“Share,” said JJ without moving from resting her head on his shoulder. You ducked into the pantry to grab the liquor, Jared bringing the tub of ice cream in.

“Do you…” you trailed off, Jared chuckling. “You know?”

“Oh we know. Jay and Dee have for a while but we get it. They had diapers changed together and now...now they’re figuring out something new for them so as far as parents are concerned, we’re oblivious until we’re told.”

“You guys are kinda sweet.”

“Oh we did the same thing with you,” he said. “We tried to not tease too much.”

“I never in a million years thought I’d find a boyfriend let alone TJ.”

“I never in a million years thought I’d adopt a kid. Funny how it works out.”

“For every TJ there’s ten times as many Matt’s in the world,” you said. 

“For every Matt there’s someone trying to be a TJ. Most people are better than you think. You included.”

“I’m not like TJ,” you said quietly. “Even he told me I should be careful about Matt and I just…”

“Tried to see the good in someone. For a person that went through what you did as a kid, that’s kind of remarkable you know. You were not like that when we first met.”

“Why do bad people like me,” you asked, throwing some ice cream into the blender.

“I don’t know kiddo. They haven’t stopped you yet,” he said.

“No one tells you that even when you’re a parent you’ll still feel like a teenager that has no idea what you’re doing.”

“I’m almost fifty and still don’t know what I’m doing. You figure it out be sure to let the rest of us know,” he said. 

“Thanks for talking to Zepp.”

“I know how to calm down an Ackles no matter what size they come in.”

“Jared. I’ve been a Hanover for five years.”

“Whatever you say little Ackles,” he said, ruffling your hair. 

“Dad,” groaned Zeppelin as he tossed his backpack in your backseat a few days later. Your dad just hummed, Zeppelin throwing his head back. “I can walk to Y/N’s house.”

“Entertain me,” he said. Zeppelin groaned again and got in the passenger seat while you laughed. “Y/N.”

“Yes father?” you asked. He walked over and slipped you a hundred dollar bill, your eyebrows raising. 

“Go have fun tonight. Take him out to eat, go mini golfing, do some fun shit. He’s been pretty down on himself past few days.”

“I wonder who he gets that from,” you said, pushing the money back in his hand. “And he’s my little brother and I don’t get to hang out with him that much, just us. So this is on me. Alright? Take mom on a nice date or something.”

“Alright. He’s got soccer at eleven.”

“Goodnight dad,” you said, heading back to the car.

“You okay? After this week?” 

“Like I said, I only need one brother. I’ll see you guys at the game.”

“Drive safe.”

“I will. Promise.”

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#spn #supernatural #jensen x daughter!reader #au #jensen ackles x daughter!reader #Jensen Ackles #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #rpf

[bridgyrose]

Is it possible you could write more Ladybug swapped at birth if you have any/want to?

(As you wish, so shall it be)

Ruby sat on the roof of the dorms, hands shaking as she looked at a picture of Summer on her scroll. Her ears still rang from the argument that her parents and Taiyang had about where she belonged and who were really her parents. Of course she believed that Taiyang and Summer were her birth parents, but they still werent the ones who raised her and not the ones she’d call mom and dad. With a sigh, she leaned back and turned her scroll off. 

“Thought you’d be here.” 

Ruby sat up for a moment and watched Yang sit down next to her. “And how’d you figure that?” 

“Mom would do the same thing when she had trouble trying to figure things out.” Yang sat down next to her and sighed. “You really are a lot like her.” 

“Right…” Ruby laid back down and looked up at the night sky. “That’s not exactly helping.” 

“If it makes you feel better, I dont think dad will actually take you home.” 

“What makes you think that?” 

“For one, he’s not going to fight your parents, and two, as much as he wants you home as a reminder of mom, he really doesnt need much more than what he already has. Besides, Blake picked up enough of mom’s habits.” 

Ruby looked over at Yang. “What do you mean?” 

“You’ve seen how she is. Protective, adventurous, willing to help anyone no matter how much danger she puts herself into…” Yang leaned back and smiled a bit. “And in a way, after meeting you, I see why dad would want you back home. But, that’s not your home no matter how much we want to get to know you as family.” 

Ruby sighed and closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the breeze across her skin. “And… what exactly is home for me? Sure, I grew up in Menagerie, but that wasnt really home. And Patch wouldnt be home either. Maybe in another life, but not now.” 

Yang sighed and moved a bit closer to Ruby. “That’s… not exactly an easy question to answer. If you ask me, its where you’re from. But if you asked mom or dad? Home is where you make it.” 

“Where I make it, huh?” Ruby smiled a bit and opened her eyes to stare at the stars and the moon, her fingers running over the shingles of the roof. Her thoughts immediately went to Blake and her smile, how comfortable she felt with her, the warmth that ran through her every time she was near her. After a few moments, she sat up and stared out to Vale. “I… I think I understand. And Taiyang… your dad… he uh… he wants to get to know me, right?” 

“He does, he’s just really bad at wording out what he actually wants.” 

“I’ll get to know him, but I’m not going to live with you and him. I’m still not ready to go back with my parents that raised me, let alone with someone I dont know.” 

Yang nodded and sat up. “He’ll understand. Wont be happy, but he’ll understand what you mean.” 

“Think they’re done arguing yet?” 

“Probably.” 

Ruby slowly nodded and took a breath to relax, her heart racing for a moment as her mind let Ghira’s and Taiyang’s words run through. She gave a quick flinch as she felt Yang’s hand on her shoulder, slowly relaxing again once she realized she wasnt going to get hurt.

“You know you’ll be okay, right? None of us are going to let you get hurt.” 

“I guess I’m just nervous. The last time I was in an argument like that, Adam…” The words stopped as Ruby pulled her arm to her chest and picked herself up. “Lets get back to the dorm. If they’re still not finished arguing, I’ll find somewhere else to be for a bit.” 

Yang nodded and got up to follow Ruby. “Are you sure? Weiss and I will gladly get them to stop-” 

“I’m sure. I’ll be fine, I’m just not fond of the yelling.” 

“You know you can talk to us, right?” 

Ruby nodded and quietly made her way to the tree she climbed up and made her way down to the dorm window. Her body froze for a moment as she caught a glance of Taiyang leaving the dorm room, waiting until he was out of sight before opening up the window. She made her way back to her bed and laid down, getting ready for the morning and whatever else it’d bring. 

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #yang xiao long #drabbles #family swap au #family swap #ladybug

[adrianasunderworld]

Leona’s birthday is next week- and I want you and your followers thoughts on something I’ve seen in discords, Reddit posts, and chat rooms. In the first bday card- which would be the one English players can expect, also can’t wait to see who pies Leona on the JPN version he mentions his father brother, sister in law and Cheka… but not his mom. I’ve seen translations for the original Japanese version, and he still doesn’t mention his mom.

When asked about his family he mentions his sister in law, Cheka, Farena, and a sickly father. But nothing from his mother…

I’ve seen theories that range from she was incredibly distant to him since he was the second born, that she’s like Leona and wouldn’t be the kind to say happy birthday. And the one I think is sadly the most plausible is that she died shortly after Leona was born/ during his birth.

One point for this theory is that Leona and Farena have a huge age gap. Farena is older by ten years. One Reddit user mention that this might be why Queen Kingscholar died since she was much older then when she had her first born. I think it’s more likely that the first Queen had developed some kind of illness that got life threatening after she gave birth. And died shortly there after.

Leona was 15 when Cheka was born and who was there to scold him for missing the ceremony? Farena… it seems Like at some point during his life his dad stop caring about youngest child and being the big brother Farena picked up.

Another reason this might be true is the way he was treated when he was young. Assuming Leona/ Vil/ Jack/ Jamil got their UM when they were roughly 11/10 ish? Azul seem to prefect his by middle school and he studied very hard to do so. All four have what could be consider dangerous and deadly unique magic. Vil can poison anyone, Jack can turn into an apex predator, and Jamil can use mind control- Turing things to sand doesn’t seem that deadly, or that bad consider in canon people can track, brainwash, forcibly put people into comas- sand doesn’t seem that bad? but if he was already associated with death and pain then turning anything to sand just solidified how servants treated him as the bad or unworthy prince.

Idk if this makes sense? I don’t speak English as my first language and I’ve mostly been playing JPN twst and have only recently started playing the English version. Seeing your post about Leona make me happy and you seem to have a wonderful following and am curious to see what you and others think.

Best wishes

-a Leona lover🦁💛🤎🧡

That actually makes a lot of sense. I've kinda assumed that, in true Disney fashion, a parent who is not present is usually dead. So if Leonas father is sickly, and there is no mention of his mother, then she must not have been around since he was young for her to never be mentioned at all. (Also is his brothers name Farena in Japanese? I feel I see a few of variations in the spelling so I'm never sure. idk. I’m gonna go with Falena, because I play the English version, and the spelling I'm familiar with.) 

So her dying from childbirth would be an obvious reason for resentment. Or it could be a case of Falena just being the golden child. He was the crowned prince. The only child. A bright and cheerful boy that everyone loved. Leona was the unplanned one. The one who was more serious and "moody". No one in the palace, be it servant or family seemed to know how to connect with Leona. So they shifted all their attention and energy onto Falena. I don’t think anyone quite knew what to do with Leona. If I'm being honest, I don’t think Leona was planned. In my experience, most people I've known who have large gaps between children, usually didn’t plan it. Not all. But most. (This is assuming the king and queen weren’t trying for another and had trouble conceiving all that time. It’s possible. But considering how ignored and cast aside Leona was, I doubt that. That doesn’t feel like how you would treat the baby you’ve been wanting and trying for roughly a decade to have.)

I think in a way Leonas situation is similar to Jamils. Jamil was taught that he will always have to play second fiddle to Kalim. That for every game he won, he had to let Kalim win twice. Jamil is smart and powerful, but purposely kept his grades average so as not to outshine Kalim. Leona is smart. He is powerful, but no one has ever praised him for anything. He feels like no matter what he does, he will never surpass Falena in any meaningful way. He will always be second to his brother the same way Jamil had to be second to Kalim. The main difference is that Kalim and Jamil are learning how to equals, where as Leona doesn't see any way for him and Falena to have equal footing.

And I say all this as someone who has a similar age gap with their younger sibling: Falena probably did have to take over for their father at some point. Sure they had servants and nannies and tutors. There was no trouble finding people to take care of Leona. But who was there to raise him? The servants are gossiping about him. Their father is running a country, presumably by himself. And we don’t know when or for how long their father got sick. So he may not even be in good health at this point to have the energy for a small child. Who does that leave? Falena. I don’t think Falena is malicious or anything. I do think he loves Leona and cares about his well being. But I don’t think he knows how to connect or talk to him a way that isn’t that of an authority figure. Yes they're brothers, but its hard to form that relationship and connection when you're so used to being a parent rather than a sibling. When Leona misses Chekas ceremony, he isn’t talking like a brother, he’s talking like a parent scolding their child.

This, coupled with the fact that the servants we see talking about Leona is an hushed tones, “Be quiet, someone will hear you!” Type deal. I don’t think Falena truly grasps the root of the issue. He’s the golden child, the one everyone praises, no one would ever talk about what they think of Leona to his face. So I don’t think he realizes how deep the resentment goes and why. I think to him, it just looks like Leona is mad he won’t ever be king. But Leona has never been shown he can do anything else, his efforts were never rewarded, while Falena can do thing if he wanted and still have everything. The Heir and Spare deal.

As for his unique magic, I think it’s a more simple reason. Again, bringing the Scarabia into this. But it’s the polar opposite of Kalims magic. Kalim says even though summoning water isn’t that impressive in the grand scheme of things, back where hes from it was once a big deal. Before they got running water, spells like Kalims were incredibly important out there in the desert where drinking water was scarce. I’d say the perception of Leonas magic is in that same vein, but on the opposite side. The Savanna is grass lands, full of all sorts of plants and animals. The last thing it needs is to be dried out. So I can easily picture magic like Leonas that does just that would not be viewed in the best light in his country. Just in general.

Yeah, on paper, turning things to sand doesn't sound that bad. But I think were forgetting one key detail:

Leona can straight up mummify a person alive if he wanted. That is horrifying all on it’s own. Even without cultural/ historical perception.  Just going to put that one out there.  

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #twst leona #falena kingscholar #i think i covered everything

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What's the Difference

A STORY BY

MIKE

Jennifer was born on May 19, 2020. I had stood by, an 18 year old boy-man, the wall watching the miracle of birth as my beautiful wife Kim struggled with her labor. It was so sudden, and there she was, our baby girl baby came out of her mom, and I watched as a nurse quickly took her from the doctor. She sucked some gunk for her nose, rubbed some cream over her eyes then still covered in gunk she wrapped the baby in a towel. That's how she brought my Jinny to me, “Here, hold her while we clean up her mom.”

I knew something was wrong when another nurse took the baby from my arms, saying, “Come with me and let’s get the baby cleaned up.”

Twenty minutes later, I was told Kim had hemorrhaged, and there was nothing they could do to stop the bleeding. She had passed away without ever getting to hold or see Jinny.

~

I was crushed and it was crazy hard at first, but soon enough, I got my act together, and while I missed her mom a lot, a lot, Jinny became the center of my world.

We went through it all together, colic, learning to walk, the cuts, bumps, scrapes, and bruises. She was about 3 when the tubes were put in her ears, and then at 7 had her tonsils out. And along the way, we did all of the girl stuff, you know, dance lessons, swimming, girly things, but it was never long to last, because she soon would lose interest. So we would move on to something else.

She was 9 when she came home from school and said she wanted to play softball. They had played a game in her gym class at school, and she loved it.

And so softball it was. She was on the school team and joined the city girl's softball league and flourished at it. I was having a blast watching her grow and took her to every game and ball practice you could think of, and though it all we had become inseparable.

~

We’d had the same pediatrician since she was a baby, and when she was, if I remember right, she was just going into JR high school she had to have a sports physical. I, of course, went to the room with them, and as they went through the exam, DR. Renay closed the curtain for part of the exam and I could hear she was asking Jenny all kinds of questions through the curtain. After the curtain was pulled open, Jinny smiled at me as I made faces at her behind the doctor's back. Finally, she couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. She looked at Renay, “I’m sorry, but my ass-hat dad is sitting back there making faces at me. It’s something he started doing when I was little to get me to relax when we came to see you.” She looked at me, “Daddy, I’m not five anymore.”

Chuckling, the doctor rolled on her stool over to her small desk and began typing on her computer. “Well, I don’t think that's such a bad thing.” She turned on her stool and smiled at me. Then she turned to Jenny, “Jenny, honey are your breasts sore? It didn’t seem like it when I examined them, but I still need to ask.”

“Sometimes at night, but not bad, or I would have told Dad.”

Renay turned back to me, “Ok, the doctor part is never over, but now I'm talking to you as both a doctor who is also a woman. She looked at Jenny. You’re starting to develop and change into a young woman. That's why they seem a little sore. So as time goes by and your breasts grow, they are going to hurt. Um, no, they can be really painful, we hope not, but anyway, they will start to hurt. When you get home from school or baseball or wherever, a couple of Tyonal will help, and you ice them just like any other sore muscle, believe me, it will help.” She held up her hand and began to move it. “Also, by moving your hand in a slow circular motion like this, you know the drill, wax on wax off, doing it gently rubbing them much like a sore muscle in your leg or arm.” She looked at me, “I think Jenny will know when she wants to wear a bra every day, but in the meantime, as she develops, you may want to think about getting her a couple of sports bras to kind of help with all of the bouncing around involved with baseball.” She looked back at Jenny, “And it’s not going to happen tomorrow, but I checked, and while your hymen is still intact and in place, it is torn. I’m guessing that's from the vigorous activity of baseball. But anyway, I would suggest using tampons when you start having your period. They are not as messy as a Kotex and also help to keep any odor away from down there. Oh, and honey, I would keep one and a pair of panties in my bag just in case.” She reached up and took the paper she had printed out of the printer and smiled as she handed it to me, “Any girl things I can help you with, please call me.”

~

On the way home, I asked her, “What do you want to do for dinner?”

She smiled, “I think a hot fudge Sundae would be a nice holdover, and then later on, we could order something and just eat in.”

“We can do that.”

Later we ordered Chinese food, and after it was delivered, I called back to her in her room, “Foods here, honey.”

It wasn’t anything different than she had done at least a million times before. She came out of her room in nothing but her white cotton panties.

In fact, for her whole life, both of us had spent a lot of time just barely dressed, if we dressed at all. She saw me looking, and I guess I had got a funny look on my face. We had a habit of eating at the coffee table while sitting on the floor, and she was quiet as we blessed the food and began to eat. I asked, “What's wrong?”

“ When Dr Renay asked, I didn't want to say anything but my boobs really hurt. I guess that I am afraid things are going to change just because I’m growing boobs. We, you and me, have been who we are my whole life, so what’s the difference if I get boobs or not?”

I sat quietly and ate as I mulled over what she had asked, “I guess there isn’t any. I just don’t want to be creepy, Daddy.”

She laughed, “I’ll let you know.”

A few nights later at bed time I was walking past Jinny's bedroom and her door was open. “Dad.”

“Ya.” I went back leaning on her door jam looking at her laying in the dim light from the door. She was covered to her waist with the bed sheet.

“I’m out of Curel, do you have any?”

“Sure, hold on and I’ll get it for you.”

A couple of minutes later in my boxers I walked back into her room saying, "Here ya go.”

“Will you do it for me?”

“I don’t know honey, I…”

“Dad, you have been touching me in one way or another all my life. I think you trying to make my boobs stop hurting so bad will be ok.”

I didn’t say anything, I just sat down on the side of the bed and put some of the sweet smelling lotion in my hands and rubbed them together. I started with her left breast and began to move my slick hands over it. I felt it as her light pink nipple grew hard under the palm of my hand and took my right hand putting it on her other breast. I rubbed them in a circular motion like the doctor told us to do, “Are you ok?”

“Um hum.” I saw the slight smile come to her lips, “But are you?”

“Yes,” I don’t know what made me do it, but I pulled on her nipples just a little, “But I think this is something you could do.”

“It is, but I like this better.”

And so it became something we did every night right before lights out.

~

The next big event came at her Saturday baseball game. She had gotten a good swing and hit the baseball hard. I sat watching her and knew she was running full steam trying to turn a double into a triple. I was yelling but in my head I was, “Come on you got it come on!” Then as she got close to 3rd base she dropped onto her butt going for a foot first slide into 3rd base. It happened so fast, the cleat on her left shoe somehow snagged and set tight in the dirt, and the momentum of her slide turned her sideways in a spin and as her hand slid across the base she let out an almost blood-curdling scream. Her body had turned but her stuck foot meant that her leg didn’t. Suddenly all she could do was lay on her side crying out while her hands were around her thigh holding her leg.

When I got to her besides the pain there was fear in her eyes, “Daddy it hurts so bad!”

I know it was only a few minutes but it seemed like an hour before the ambulance got to us and a couple of hours later we rolled out of the hospital with her leg in a brace from her ankle to her hip. The doc said it was a very severely pulled hamstring. He wanted her off her feet for about a week and then to start slowly walking on it. He said she would be able to take the brace off if she was laying around but had to have it on to walk, and she would be in the brace for at least a month.

His prescription was to keep it elevated for at least a few days, put ice on it, and massage it.

We got her home and thank the lord the Tylenol with codeine had time to kick in, I don’t know that I could have got the five-foot-six-inch young woman in the house if I’d had to try and carry her 125 pounds of muscle.

I said,  "It’s almost a toss-up between your bedroom and the recliner.”

 “Nope I want to be out here with the big TV.”

And so that's where she was, and that's where she slept that first night.

And I slept in mine not 5 feet from her.

I was in the kitchen making coffee when I called my office and took the next few days off from work. It wasn’t hard, hell I own the company, and my secretary of 6 years told me not to worry, she had everything under control and would call if she needed me.

I had just put down my cell when Jinny called out, “OH! OH SHIT! DAD!”

Her eyes were big when I got to her, “What is it?”

“I got to pee!” I got her crutch and pushed the recliner down. I had just got her to her feet and she began to cry, “Oh daddy I'm sorry.” and pee began to run down out of her panties.

“It’s oh honey it’s not the first time I have had to clean you up, we got this. Can you stand there while I get some things?”

She leaned onto her crutch, “Yes,” she ran her hand over her face and pushed her blond hair back out of her wet with tears eyes. I came back in with a warm wet washcloth and I sat the towel I had brought in with me  on the arm of her chair, “Daddy, I know you have done this before but not that I can ever remember.”

I was on my knees in front of her, “You were three when you were housebroken.” As I pulled her little bikini panties down I realized they were not going to fit over the massive plastic leg brace, “I’m going to have to cut the side of your panties to get them off.” I pulled out my razor-sharp pocket knife and a half second later her panties were in the puddle of pee on the floor. I did everything I could to keep this whole thing from being any more humiliating for her than I knew it already was, and working quickly I had her all washed up and was helping her sit back down on the recliner with a clean dry towel under her butt.

I got her a rubber scrunchy for her hair with a brush and as she fixed her hair I went in got a cup of coffee and made us some ham and eggs. The rest of the morning I puttered around the house cleaning and picking up, then at lunchtime ordered pizza for us.

Talking over a mouth full of pizza she said, “You didn’t say anything.”

I instantly knew what she was talking about, “What should I have said about what?”

“That I have hair down there, crap Dad it's on my legs and under my arms and, well, just, well it’s everywhere! I mean dad it’s even in my butt crack.” She looked me in the eyes, ”Don’t sit there and act like you didn’t see it.”

“Yes I saw it, and no I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to embarrass you any more than you already were.”

“I’m ok, I guess it helped that you didn’t make a big deal out of any of it.” She looked at me, “Most of the girls, well I’d say all of the older girls shave everything.” She shoved more pizza into her mouth, “I read that shaving isn’t a thing in Europe.” She shrugged, asking, “What’s the difference?”

“Well, it's cleaner. I mean it's hard enough to keep the folds in a girl's pussy clean and dry without it being all wet and covered in pee. In my mind no matter how much you wipe it, unless it's washed with water, it still has pee in some places. I would guess that between your legs and under arm pits kinda go hand in hand with that whole smelly thing, but shaved legs are just more feminine.” I pointed to my very hairy legs, “You don’t want to look like this.”

Jenny smiled, “I have never heard you say pussy before.”

I chuckled, “What should I call a woo hoo?”

She laughed out loud, “No and it’s not a pee pee either it’s a dick.”

“You're pretty smart for a girl that's still peeing in her panties.”

She tossed some pizza crust at me laughing, “That’s not fair.”

~

“Mr. King, this is Tammy Higens, the school nurse. I need you to come and pick Jinny up here in my nurses office at the school.”

“Is she hurt, or sick?”

“No, no it’s nothing like that. She has a bit of a mess, and is embarrassed, so I think she should just go home.”

The light of understanding came on, “I’ll be there in, um 20 minutes.”

“No rush, she is fine in here with me. I have her doing some filing for me.”

When I got there she had a gym towel wrapped around her waist. She smiled at me saying, “Thanks Miss H.”

Miss H, a very fine looking woman about 35 smiled at her. “You're very welcome.” She looked at me, “She was pretty well prepared, but sometimes the first time can be a lot. You can be proud of her. She handled it all very well.”

At the truck Jinn smiled at me, “Do you know the difference between a boy and a girl?”

“No, what is it sweetheart?”

“Boys don’t try to bleed to death once a month or have to ask their dad to take them to buy a bra.”

It was 3 days before her 14th birthday.

~

A few weeks later we were having a dinner of BBQed brisket, smoked corn and brown beans. “Daddy we need to talk about things, and I have questions.”

“OK, I’m ready.”

“I had some pretty bad cramps during my period. I wanted to know about it and called Dr. Renay. She is such a sweet woman, but anyway she told me that birth control might help with that. She said the one she would want to give me is called Nexplanon, she explained it as a kind of a capsule that is about a 16th of an inch long placed under the skin of the under part of the arm,” she pointed to herself just below her armpit, “Right here.”

“I’ll talk to Rena about it, but just because I let you do it doesn’t mean you can, well, become sexually active.” I took a bite of brisket, “What's next?”

She smiled, “You don’t have to worry dad. There is only one guy I would ever want to screw and he is totally clueless.” Her eyes searched my face as she went on, “I looked it up on google but I don’t really understand anything about circumcision.” She took up a spoon full of beans, “Why in the world would you do that to yourself or your baby boy? And what's the difference?”

“That kind of came from out in left field didn’t it?” I chuckled, “Ok, well, Jewish people do it to their boys when they are babies. I don’t know enough about Judaism to tell you why. And I have no idea why American women do it to their kids. Some people say it's because it's cleaner. And if you ask someone they will say, oh it doesn't hurt and they won't remember it anyway. That's bull shit. It hurts like hell and I don’t care if they remember it or not.” I looked at her, “I think, hell I don’t know what I think. There are a bunch of nut jobs out in the far eastern deserts, that take their little girls and cut out their clitorises. I read they do it so they can’t enjoy sex. Also up until I think the middle 60 the doctors right here in the U.S. did what they called sexing. If a little girl was born with a button that they deemed to be over sized she was operated on and made into a boy. Same with a baby boy, if he was born with a small penis they would change him into a girl. Tell me that wouldn’t screw them up in the head, always being a boy but wondering why you want to do girl things. Anyway it's all screwed up however you look at it.”

She frowned. “Well thank you for not doing that to me, I like mine,” She chuckled, “A lot.” Her eyebrows wagged up and down at me, “I have seen you and you're not ‘CUT’ are you?”

“No I’m not.”

“Will you show me, what’s the difference?” I kind of gave her a look, “Oh daddy I have seen it before, I just want to know more.”

“Jinnifer.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, “Well shit.” I stood up pushing my boxers down as I did. I watched her lean forward looking “It doesn’t look anything like the cut ones I have seen on the internet.” I couldn’t seem to stop it and as she looked I began to stiffen. Without looking away she asked, “What does skinning it back mean?” By this time I wasn’t quite half hard, “And does it feel rubbery?” Her hand came out so quick I hardly saw it, and then she took me in her hand. “Oh it’s so soft!” She slid her hand down toward my balls pulling the loose skin with it and the head of my dick slipped out of its sheath, “Oh skinning it back, ok I get it.”

 I was getting harder in her hand “Ok honey, you have seen it and need to stop.”

There was something in her eyes, “Does it get harder, um it’s big but if it’s all the way hard is it bigger?” Her hand was moving slowly over my shaft, pulling, pushing and lifting it close to her face as she was looking at it.

My mind was screaming, “Step back. Just pull away.” And again it was so quick I had no time to respond, “Shit Jenny, I’m sorry baby I’m gonna cum!” She moved closer to it and suddenly I was in her mouth and she was sucking it, her hand was moving on my shaft as I emptied pumping rope after rope into her sucking mouth. I wasn’t me in my head as I pulled her up to her feet pulling her to me as my lips found hers. She still had some of my seed in her mouth as I slipped my tongue between her lips. I pulled back looking at her, “God what did you do? I’m so sorry I let that happen, so sorry. Oh honey I didn’t mea….”

“Daddy it wasn’t you. It was me and you did just what I wanted you to do.”

~

It was a couple of days before I could talk to her. I was angry at myself for letting it happen. I was angry at Jinny for doing it and again I was angry because I had wanted it.

I walked in and sat on the coffee table in front of her, “Jinny, we need to talk.” I watched her eyes search my face and saw hurt in them. “Honey I hope you can forgive me for what I let happen the other night.” She didn’t say anything, she just looked at me. I guess, well it was, shit if any one ever found out about it I would be put in jail and you would be living with your grandmother. Its incest and its gainst the law in almost every country on the planet. Honey I’m not going to sit here and lie to you and tell you I didn’t want it, I did. And I‘m not going to lie and tell you I didn’t like it, I did. But I am going to tell you that it can’t happen again.”

She scowled at me a little, “What's the difference between making love and being taken?”

“Making love is kind, gentle and caring, simply letting the heat of lust take you where it will. There is no love in being taken. It just plan and simple I’m going to bend you over the table and fuck you and your wanting me to do it. Its just plain old fucking between 2 people that are really hot for each other.”

She gave me a look. “I love you. You just let me know when you're ready, I’ll be here.”

“Oh sweetheart.” I sighed in resignation, “If only it was that simple.”

~

Things almost but not quite went back to normal. It was her eyes, and for the most part was that when I looked into them I could see the look in them looking at me with my cock in my mouth. That I knew would be forever burned into my brain.

Time moved on as it always does and Jenny went to the University Of Texas on a softball scholarship. She made the hour drive back and forth every day and as she became more mature she took the house completely over and made us a wonderful home.

~

I’d had one hell of a hard day out in the 100 degree Texas heat with no shade. I was so hot when we stopped work at 3:30 in the afternoon I was so shaky I was a little afraid to drive home.

I made it and the truck's AC seemed to help, but I almost collapsed as I walked in through the living room door. Jenny was instantly there, “What's wrong, crap dad your face is bright red. Here, sit here, I’m calling an ambulance!”

I sort of smiled, “I'm just too hot that's all. I’ll get into the shower and sit under some cool water for a while. That should fix me up.”

I was moving to the bedroom and my shower when she turned me into hers saying, “I have the shower bench in mine.”

She was flurry of movement and somehow I was naked and sitting under not cold but very cool water. She left me alone for a minute and came back asking, “Are you cramping anywhere?” She held out a bottle of pickle juice. “Drink this and let's see if we can get your potassium up.” I sort of smiled remembering me thinking the coach was crazy when he gave the girls all pickle juice on hot days in the sun playing softball.

Then she was naked and in the shower with me and staring at my feet began to rub them then up my legs, working up and down from one leg to the other, “This will get the blood moving through you so it can cool off.” From some place she came out  with a thermometer, “Tongue up.” She looked closely at me, “Your face isn’t so red,” She pulled the thin glass tube out of my mouth, “And you're down to a 100.” She still had concern on her beautiful face when she looked at me “Just sit here for a few more minutes while I’m out getting something cold for you to drink.”

I sat there with my eyes closed for I don't know how long, more than just a few minutes I think and relaxed a little when Jenny came back. She was still naked of course, and beautiful, so fucking beautiful. “Ok DA, let's get you outta there and all dried off. She stepped into the shower, shut the water off before turning and offering me her hand. “Just step onto the mat and I’ll get you all dried off.”

At the time I was just a little light headed and was thankful for the help and to be honest her drying my back seemed to make my skin tingle. She ran the towel over me everywhere, even letting her fingers slide the towel between my but cheeks, “Ok turn for me.” And again she started at my feet working up until she reached my balls, I closed my eyes at her touch as it became cottony soft as she gently caressed them, and it was amazing when her hand went to my dick, and I moaned “mmmm.” as she gently dried it even skinning it back to get under the skin. She felt me begin to lengthen in her hand and stood up looking into my eye as she dried my belly. But it was as her hands found my chest that she leaned in and I made no effort to stop her as she kissed me very softly. 

She was a little breathless when she stepped back,  “Um…I have some lemon aid for you in the living room and I ordered Pizza for us.” She picked up a T-shirt, “Here slip this on, I’m afraid once you start to warm back to normal you might get a chill.” 

The doorbell rang and I watched Jenny as she slipped on a t-shirt that was just a little longer than her butt cheeks leaving them barely covered when she went to the door and paid for the pie. She sat everything up and when I slipped off my chair down onto the floor I found I was suddenly starving. The rest of the evening she kept a very close eye on me making sure I was doing better.

~

Bed time came around and I was standing naked in my room. I was just turning to sit on the side of the bed when she came into the room. I smiled at her, “Honey I’m ok and I’m pretty sure I can tuck myself in.”

She gave me a look. “This won’t be the first time you and I have slept in the same bed so hush.” She pulled the T-shirt off over her head letting it drop to the floor. “Besides, what difference in the way the world spins will it make?” 

I couldn’t help myself and it wasn’t lost on her that I had stiffened as I watched her pull the sheet back. I said nothing and got in bed as well.

The lights had been off for a few minutes and I was laying on my back when I felt her turn and move over closer to me. Her lips seemed to be very close to my ear and she spoke very softly, “tell me daddy do you remember us snuggling when I was little?”

“Yes,” I smiled into the dark, “yes and I loved it.”

“So did I.”

 She moved over on her side and as she laid her head on my shoulder like she always had her now full breast mashed into my chest as her leg bent coming to rest on top of my madingley hard cock. “Do you know what the difference is between now and then?”

As though it had a mind of its own my hand went to her back and began moving slowly up and down it, “No what the difference?”

It was kind of in one move as she came over me taking my dick in her hand as she rose up placed it at her opening and slowly slid down on me, “I wasn’t going to fuck you back then, but honey I am now.”

Once I was in her as deep as she could get me she sighed, “I have wanted to feel like this for fucking ever!” She began to move sort of grind her clit into my pubic bone, “Oh yes, yes,” It came to her slowly “oh god o god AAAAA” She jackhammered into me as she came again, “Oh oh, oh god Oh god yes aaaaaaaaaa.”

“Jenny,”

“Yes oh yesss cum with me aaaa, oh so hot, so burning hot. Aaaa”

And her chest came to rest on mine as I felt the inside of her trembling.

I was still in her and hard as her lips found mine and she moaned softly into me. “Mmmm” she broke the kiss giggling, “Daddy can I have more?”

At this point I would love to say we fucked for hours and while I did last longer the second time she did came on me I don’t know how many times.

~

 The next morning we slept late and when I woke her it was with kisses on her lips, then her breasts, tummy and down over her hairless mound. She didn’t last long when my tongue found her clit and I stayed with her as she was grunting while humping into my face, her hands on the back of my head pulling me closer. 

When she relaxed a little I kissed my way up her body and easily slipped into her sheath sliding deep into her belly as I kissed her letting her taste herself on my lips. She had still been close from her cum and came again as I was sliding in. “oh, Oo yesss, fuck me.”

 And I did long slow and steady with her crying out over and over as she came. “When I couldn't hold it anylong I pushed deep into her belly “OOHSIT JENNY!”

Her arms went around my neck as her legs came up around my waist locking me into her. She whispered into my ear, “I love having you in me like this. I moved to kiss her as softly as I could while she held me like that until I grew soft and slipped out and she whispered “I love you.”

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

 I went down the hall to my office and the lock box. She was sitting up Indian style on a folded towel and she was smiling when she looked at me, “No one ever told me you would make such a mess out of me.

 I chuckled, “Sorry.” as I moved back onto the bed and facing her with my right foot tucked up under me and sat facing her while placing a small wooden box between us. I opened the box “This ring belonged to your grandmother.” I laid it on the bed and looked at her, “Jenny, shit I don’t know where to start.”

“Just tell me.”

“I would love it if you got your nipples and belly button pierced and I would also love for you to wear this ring in your button.” I reached into the box taking out another ring “Give me your left hand.” And I slipped the ring on her finger. “I guess if you and I are going to live as husband and wife you should wear your mothers ring.”

I saw tera come to her eyes, “Oh yes, yes I can think of nothing I could ever want more than to live as your wife and for us to take care of each other just as we have always done.” She tilted her head to the side “But after tonight,” She grinned, “you will be called Mr. or husband by me. Oh how I have wanted you to be my Mr. and yes I’ll happily get the piercings done for you.” She shook her head, “But right now I want a bowl of ice cream and your scooping.