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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 3 months

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The Danger Zone (Part 21) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 3.3k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Breast Feeding; Life with a Newborn; Hospitals; Post-Labor; References to Mental Health Issues; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You and Jake enjoy your first few days with your daughter.

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Jake walked out of the maternity ward, causing your extended family to quickly get to their feet. He let out an incredulous laugh as everyone moved to gather around him, still not fully believing that he was officially a father now. There were a handful of questions thrown at him, but Jake was still lost in his own world.

He was a dad. He had a little girl waiting for him.

“How are they?” Penny asked, her hand on his shoulder bringing him out of his stupor.

“They’re both healthy. She did great and there weren’t any complications. Baby Girl came out kicking and screaming. She’s six pounds, three ounces. And she's sixteen inches long.”

“And her name?” Maverick asked softly.

“She wanted to tell everyone all together,” Jake replied with a wide smile. And it was going to be near impossible to remove the smile from his face. That awestruck, completely in love smile was practically permanent at this point. “So, she told me to come and bring you all back.”

The group left the waiting room, starting the short trip down the hall to visit you and your baby. Coyote quickly pulled Jake into a bear hug, squeezing the life out of his best friend. Releasing him, Coyote smacked Jake supportively on the back.

“I knew you’d make back it in time,” Coyote replied with a grin.

You were cuddling with your daughter on the hospital bed when there was a light knock on the door. You looked up and smiled softly when you saw your family. And even though you were clearly exhausted, you were absolutely radiating joy. And with the beautiful baby girl in your arms, it wasn’t hard to figure out why.

“Hi, everyone.”

“How are you feeling?” Penny asked, moving to sit beside your bed.

“Tired. But she’s finally here.”

You smiled contentedly as you rested your head on top of your daughter’s, still soaking it all in. Sitting up more, you shifted your hold on your daughter, gently rolling towards your family so that they could all see her. You shared a smile with Jake before staring down at your daughter.

“Everyone, meet Sara Seresin.”

“Sarah . . . Seresin?” Maverick repeated slowly, seemingly wincing as he did so.

“After Sarah Kazansky?” Emma asked kindly.

“No, there’s no ‘h.’”

“Well, that makes a huge difference,” Coyote replied, bobbing his head up and down as he shared a side-eye look with his wife.

“Sara Seresin,” Phoenix stated, staring at you like you had grown two heads in the process.

“That’s . . . a beautiful name,” Penny assured you, pinching Maverick in the side.

Jake snapped a picture of everyone’s reaction before turning back to you and your daughter. You tried to fight the laugh at your simple prank, but soon enough, a giggle escaped your lips. Ignoring everyone’s incredulous stares, you adjusted your daughter’s hat.

“We didn’t name her that,” Jake told everyone, earning a series of sighs of relief.

“Oh thank god,” Maverick stated, holding a hand to his heart. Patting your brother on the back, he added, “No offense, Bradley.”

Your brother shot Maverick a look as Jake leaned down to pick up your daughter. Jake carefully took your daughter into his arms, holding her gently against his chest as he turned to the crowd. Everyone seemed to hold their breaths as Jake slowly moved his gaze from his daughter’s face to them.

“We named her Maisie.”

"Maisie Caroline," you added softly.

“Oh, that’s so beautiful,” Penny cooed, squeezing you into her side.

“Much better than Sara Seresin,” Coyote stated under his breath, earning a side-eye look from Bradley. “What?”

“Who wants to hold her?” Jake asked, looking around the room.

Maverick urged Bradley forward and stepped to the side, eyes already brimming with happy tears. Bradley held out his arms and Jake carefully placed your daughter into them. Bradley gently cradled your daughter against his chest, staring down at her with wide eyes as he felt her wiggle.

“I was expecting her to be bigger,” Bradley admitted quietly, turning back to you.

“I’m glad that she wasn’t,” you replied, earning a round of quiet laughs.

“She’s so beautiful,” Emma praised, looking over Bradley’s arm at your daughter.

You and Jake shared a look before you smiled and nodded, reaching out to gently nudge your husband forward. Jake turned back to your brother as Bradley adjusted your daughter’s blanket. He stared down at your daughter as he came to stand beside Bradley.

“Meet your goddaughter,” Jake stated quietly, causing Bradley to turn to him with shock.

“You’re serious?”

“If you don’t want to be—”

“—Thank you,” Bradley interjected instead before Jake could retract his statement. Glancing down at his niece, who was peacefully snuggling into her blanket, Bradley turned back to Jake. “Really, thank you. I know that I wasn’t very supportive of your relationship in the beginning.”

“That might be an understatement,” Jake deadpanned.

“And we didn’t get along for a long time.”

“Since we met.”

“And I stand by it.”

“As do I,” Jake agreed, ignoring the fact that you were rolling your eyes at them.

“But Emma and I are here for you guys if you need anything. Babysitting. Deployments. Anything. Really. You’re a part of our family now. Forever, actually, because of Maisie.”

Jake nodded in appreciation before Bradley turned to give your daughter to Maverick. Although Jake trusted both men with his life—and already had—he couldn’t help but hover during the transfer. His hands were practically itching to cradle your daughter as Maverick carefully took her into his arms.

“He’s already not letting her out of his sight,” Penny whispered to you, amused.

“Not if he can help it,” you agreed with a smile. “She’s got him wrapped around her tiny little finger.”

Maverick cradled Maisie against his chest, holding her protectively. Bradley walked over to give you a hug as Maverick took in the fact that he was holding Goose and Carole’s first grandchild. Goose was a grandpa. Carole was a grandma. To the most beautiful little girl that Maverick had seen since you were born.

“She’s so beautiful,” Maverick croaked out, sniffling as he tried to not let his tears drop down onto your daughter. Turning to you, he added, “Your parents are so proud of you, sweetheart. And they’re here.”

“I know, Mav,” you returned, trying and failing at not crying at his words. Bradley hugged you tighter as you dried your tears.

Turning to Jake, Maverick offered your daughter. Jake quickly accepted your daughter back into his arms and immediately smiled wider as he held his daughter once again. Jake greeted your daughter softly, as if he had been parted from her for too long. Maverick nodded to himself, very proud and thankful that Jake was ecstatic to be a dad to your daughter.

That little girl was going to be loved, that much was certain.

“Congratulations,” Maverick told Jake, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you,” Jake returned softly.

Maverick walked over to check on you and Jake walked over to where Javy and Nat were standing, waiting patiently for their turn. Javy squeezed Jake’s shoulder supportively, staring down at Maisie with a wide smile.

“She’s beautiful, Jake,” Javy replied, giving his wingman a side hug.

“She gets it from her mom.” Jake shifted his hold on your daughter as he turned back to Javy. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Of course, I want to hold her.”

Jake maneuvered your daughter safely into her Uncle Javy’s arms. Javy had plenty of nieces and nephews, so he wasn’t a stranger to the move. Javy smiled down at Maisie and cooed softly, watching her nose wrinkle as she wiggled in her pink blanket. She stuck her tongue out, causing Javy to laugh.

“Yeah, she’s your daughter alright.”

Phoenix walked over to your hospital bed with a paper take out bag. Holding it out to you, she offered a supportive smile as you shot her a questioning look.

“Your post-baby meal. As promised.”

“You’re amazing,” you breathed out, happily taking the bag from her.

“And whenever you stop breastfeeding, I’ll drop off some wine. You’re going to need it raising Hangman’s kid.”

Everyone stayed for a little bit longer, but no one wanted to intrude on your and Jake’s time with your daughter. You fell asleep not long after Penny and Mav left, leaving Jake and Maisie alone in the hospital room for the first time.

Jake laid down on the couch and rested your daughter against his bare chest again, taking the nurse’s advice on skin-to-skin contact. Maisie’s little head had a surprising amount of hair and Jake slowly ran his finger through it to keep her soothed. Smiling down at his daughter, Jake looked over to see you still peacefully sleeping.

“You scared your mom earlier today, coming early like that. And me too. I thought that I had time to surprise your mom. I was going to get her some nice flowers, set up your nursery, and the rest of the house. But nothing went according to plan with our entire relationship, so I should have expected that you would pull something like this.”

Your daughter wiggled around against Jake’s chest, curling into his body warmth as he continued to brush her hair and back softly.

“And you’re the best welcome home present that I’ve ever received, sweetheart,” Jake added, unable to stop smiling. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before leaning back again. “I’m always going to be here for you, okay? Don’t you ever forget that. I love you. I love your mom. And I’ll do anything to protect the both of you, alright? From anything.”

Jake laid there with your daughter, content to simply watch her, until she started to get fussy. Wiggling and feeling around, Maisie started to try to feed on him. Jake gently rolled to sit up and held Maisie in his arms. Trying to placate her, Jake hoped that you’d be able to sleep for a little longer.

But then Maisie started to cry even louder, and Jake could hear you shift on your bed.

“Jake,” you called, cracking open your eyes.

“I think she’s hungry,” Jake stated, getting up and walking to you.

Nodding tiredly, you sat up and pulled your hospital gown down. Jake handed over your daughter and you tried to get her settled. After some time, Maisie latched and started to feed, allowing you to lean back and close your eyes, still half-asleep.

Jake kept a supportive arm under yours, knowing that you were exhausted. Staring down at Maisie as she suckled, Jake pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You hummed, but Jake could tell that you were tired. Actually, tired was an understatement.

When Maisie finally had her fill, Jake took her into his arms again. Holding your daughter with one arm, Jake readjusted your hospital gown and pulled the blanket up further.

“Go back to sleep. I’ve got her,” Jake told you softly, gently brushing your hair out of your face. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you mumbled back tiredly.

~~~~~

Your time in the hospital flew by and before you knew it, you were being released. Jake helped you into the back of your car, where your daughter was already safely strapped in. You were still exhausted, but glad to go home to your own bed. You wanted to finally settle into your home with your husband and your daughter.

Jake gently closed the door to the driver’s seat, not wanting to startle your daughter, and looked back at the two of you over his shoulder. He glanced up at the little mirror attached to the head rest that you had been gifted at your baby shower, which allowed him to look down at your sleeping daughter.

“How’re you doing?” he asked you, causing you to smile softly.

“I’m ready to go home."

“Me too,” Jake agreed, returning your smile.

Starting the car, Jake backed up out of the parking spot and began to drive home. You kept a close eye on your daughter, but Maisie was content and slept through the short ride. Well, it would have been short, but Jake insisted on taking the backroads, driving the speed limit, and yielding to just about everyone or everything. But the three of you eventually made your way home.

“Welcome home, Maisie. Welcome home, Jake,” you stated with a small grin.

Jake got out of the car first and walked around to grab your daughter's car seat. And then the three of you walked into the house together as a family for the first time ever.

Jake quietly noted the boxes that were still piled up around the place but didn't comment about it. Breaking away from Jake’s side, you slowly made your way over to the kitchen and picked up the note that someone left for you.

Your fridge and freezer are full of meals for the two of you. Enjoy this time with your daughter and don’t worry about cooking. Just focus on your family. And you know that you can always call me if you need help. With Love, Sarah.

“I should call her,” you stated, showing Jake the note. He picked it up and noted the writing on the back.

“And don’t worry about calling me, I know you’re thankful,” Jake read aloud, causing you to laugh to yourself.

“I wonder when my mom-senses are actually going to kick in,” you mused, looking down at your daughter.

“They’re already there,” Jake insisted, setting your daughter’s car seat on the ground gently. “Now, what did you want to do while she’s still sleeping?”

“We should probably put her crib together.”

Jake found the box among the stack and pulled it out. You sat on the couch, keeping an eye on your sleeping daughter. Jake opened up the box and handed you the instructions before he started to lay out all of the different pieces.

“Did you want me to read them to you?” you asked, flipping through the instructions.

“I can figure it out,” Jake insisted, causing you to look up and raise an eyebrow at your husband.

“You’re just going to figure it out?” you repeated slowly.

“How hard can a crib be to put together?”

Twenty minutes later, you were sorting through all of the baby clothes that you had been gifted to pull out the size that fit your daughter as Jake quietly muttered to himself. Knowing that he would stubbornly refuse to admit that he was struggling without the directions, you decided to try and shift his focus.

“Now that I think about it, did you want to set up the bassinet first?” you suggested.

“Which box is that?” he agreed, standing up.

“The one sticking out on the right side,” you stated, trying not to laugh at your husband.

Jake, however, could hear the smile in your voice and turned back to you. Walking over to you, he leaned down so that you were eye level.

“I will figure out the crib,” he insisted softly.

“I know you will,” you assured him, running your hand down his cheek. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you added, “You’ll look at the directions while I’m asleep, won't you?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Jake pecked your lips again before straightening up and moving to grab the box with the bassinet in it. You smiled to yourself before looking down at your daughter. You leaned down a little bit, placing your finger in her curled fist.

“Your dad is really stubborn. Please tell me that you didn’t get that trait from him.”

“I can hear you.”

“Shh, this is a private conversation,” you teased, causing Jake to smile and shake his head.

~~~~~

Jake set Maisie down in her crib, which he built while you took a nap. If he used the directions or not, he would never admit it aloud. Not unless you gave him a pout, anyways. You walked into your bedroom, having put away some milk for Jake to grab in the night for Maisie, and smiled tiredly when you saw Jake hovering over your daughter.

“How is she?”

“She’s asleep.” Turning to you, Jake walked over and grabbed your hands. “Now, it’s time to take care of you.”

You and Jake stepped into the adjacent bathroom. After you anxiously rambled to Jake about leaving Maisie alone, he very gently pulled her crib over to be next to the door—but not blocking it to avoid steam and just in case there was an emergency—and placed a baby monitor receiver on the towel rack beside the shower, just in case you couldn’t hear her.

Jake gently undressed you before undressing himself. Testing the temperature of the water, Jake stepped in first before offering you a hand. You couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped as the hot water hit your sore body. Leaning against your husband, you curled your head into his chest.

Being very gentle with you, Jake lathered your hair with shampoo before washing it out for you. Rubbing his hands together with body soap, Jake carefully washed your skin, knowing that the residual hospital smell was bothering you.

“I could get used to this,” you murmured, running your hand through his hair.

After applying conditioner to your hair, Jake held you in his arms as you leaned against his chest. He rubbed your back as the water rained down on the two of you. Pressing a kiss to your head, Jake rested his head against your own.

He didn’t want to bring it up with you yet, not until he could assess the situation himself. But he was worried about you.

When he would check in with Coyote and Phoenix while he was deployed, they mentioned that you weren’t like yourself in the last few weeks of your pregnancy. And Penny confirmed that for him, when he had a moment to talk to her privately at the hospital.

And he hoped that it was just part of your pregnancy and was now nothing to worry about, but he wasn’t just going to dismiss it.

You were his wife. You just had your baby girl two days ago after finishing up your third trimester without him. You moved into this house without him. You had your baby shower without him. You did a thousand things without him because you were forced to just deal with what life threw at you.

And he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you or Maisie. The past nine months, you had been doing the heavy lifting. And now it was his turn to do that.

Turning off the water, Jake stepped out to grab a towel. He dried you off and after helping you into some pajamas and pulling on some shorts, Jake led you back to your bed. He helped dry your hair as you applied some moisturizer.

“How do you feel now?” Jake asked, causing you to smile up at him.

“Better, thank you.”

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips that Jake was happy to return. Jake put the TV on and the two of you cuddled in bed as you quickly started to fall asleep. Jake held you into his side, rubbing his thumb on your hip.

“I love you,” he told you softly, causing you to hum.

“I love you too, Jake.”

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dairy-farmer · 2 months

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I call this the Highlander Au! >:Dc There can Be Only One! (Unless he REALLY enjoys the process and the world stops going to shit for like... FIVE god damned minutes!) (The second is sadly unlikely)

Tim? Fully Cis gendered male. Not terribly ATTACHED to this, physically, but certainly identifies as Male and has a male body.

Maybe it's been all the near misses. The "all my friends fuckin DIED on my and I mentally spiraled like you wouldn't believe". Could be him finally reclaiming his life. Or yet another horrible mental spiral. Who knows!

But he's decided.

He wants to be a Dad. *sound of various Bats choking and/or dropping things*

Is even seeing anybody? Nope. How the FUCK is he gonna get a baby?! Oh, normal, Bat Paranoid fashion. Cloning tube. Same way Damian happened. He just needs to figure out the maternal DNA and he's golden. Figure out where to hide his tech to stop Villainous Baby Snatching Plots.

Because that's a very real concern.

No you can't talk him out of this. Timmy want himself a baby. Is already designing a nursery and studying child development books. Parenting manuals, getting those little animal onsies, lazer death grids to ward of Ra's ninjas. The works.

Bruce is off to the side, quietly having an aneurysm and choking to death on his own spit. Baby boy? Fatherhood? OFFSPRING!? Alone and not going to LET HIM HELP!? But why would he help!? Bad idea! But. But he needs to BE THERE to TAKE CARE of TIM and the future BABY! Aaaaaaaaa-!!!!!

It's a... "Fun" time. Dick is nearing a nervous breakdown. Bruce not far behind. Damians having Feelings(tm).

Then! At a Wayne Charity Event(tm)? Small glowing child. Looks alien. Is getting upset. People backing away IN A HURRY because they just watched this child WARP REALITY to turn the nearest table into candy.

Tim is there as the face of the family. A hero. Already feeling generally Paternal. Upset baby is Bad. So he goes in, dispite clear protests. Gets low and talks soothing.

But the alien Wants Her MOMMY!

And? Oh. Well there goes the protective amulets JLA Dark made for him. Now he's in an alien dress and? Very much no longer Cis. Guess he would have and DID inherent from his dad's side of the family, no boobs. Tiny. At least he got his mom's killer legs.

And the kiddo isn't scared any more. Since he "looks like mommy".

Except not even remotely, because she warps into being an HOUR later, looking for her daughter and is made of pure light. Thanks him. Doesn't FIX anything. And just leaves. Gee, thanks lady.

There were REPORTERS there. Tim Drake has tits now. Front page news. Great. Ra's is GOING to know and get WEIRD about it.

Tim shrugs. Off to Leslie we go, though. Check up time!

Yep. Full lady bits action. And, hey! Shiny new spleen! So that's nice.

It DOES change his plan though. He didn't, you know, collect any "samples" yet. But? Does... does he NEED too? He COULD concoct a story of "rich person hires mystic to get penis back" after going and getting magiced back.... OR?

He could have someone put a baby in him! *simultaneous Bat Choking Noises*

MUCH easier to defend. THEN he could be changed back, after the baby is weaned. The problem is who to trust? Ra's is ABSOLUTELY going to do everything in his power to get his seed inside Tim new puss. So a seed bank is out. And-

*hands slam on the table*

Obviously! We can't trust anyone outside this house! Villian plots and Ra's specifically! Bat paranoia! W-we will just have to make this sacrifice for you!

.....Weirdly intense, but okay.

Objection! Says Tim's newly no longer Dead team mates. Tim tried to CLONE Kon! OBVIOUSLY it should be Kon! And Bart! Bro Threesome! Let nature decide! (Then kid number 2 is the other Bro, is only FAIR)

ALSO a good point. He did have that promise, if one of them ever got turned into a girl. And a Kon baby WOULD be nice...

Shit! Grayson pulls "last of my legacy and I have so much to make up for" cards!

Is betrayed by his OWN FATHER (Bruce! How COULD YOU!?) Who plays "you saved me from the time steam and nearly died for me, let me help(emotional)" to devastating effect!

Cheating! Howls the Speedster! You're CHEATING!!!

And Tim stands there... kinda confused but finding he's actually Really In To This as people argue over how much THEY want to be the one to put a baby in him? He's never felt this badly WANTED. Desired.

He may not want to go through the whole "actually carrying a baby for 9 months then pushing one out" thing more then once.... but the fighting over him thing? This might be awaking something.

And, well, Kon already made a good point. Why try to control it? Let nature decide~

Everyone can help.

The argument stops dead. For all of the seconds before "who goes first?" Occurs to everyone.

Sadly for THEM, Bruce is a bastard willing to play dirty to get what he wants. And his house his rules. He goes first. After all, he no doubt smirks, none of THEM have the... experience, to handle a virgin properly.

He refuses to allow Tim hurt on his watch.

Got it? Good talk. Tim, with him.

Which is what leads to Tim clawing at the bed and begging like his life depends on it, soaked in sweat, hours later. As Bruce STILL gently, teasingly, RUTHLESSLY eats him out. Puddles worth of lube ruining the sheets and easing his way, as he works calloused fingers DEEP to find spots Tim didn't know he had yet. As they rub and tease and fuck against those spots so relentlessly it feels like Tim's coming apart.

He didn't even know he could MAKE half these noises.

His hole is so wet and sloppy, it's like it's given up. Like his body can do nothing but quiver and twitch under Bruce's hands. Given how big he is? Probably the point. Because he crawls up to loom over Tim like a giant. Presses kisses to his whimpering, sweaty face. And rocks into his exhausted body, filling every inch of him.

It doesn't even hurt. Something that big probably SHOULD for his first time, but Bruce isn't a legendary playboy for nothing. And it just fills and Fills and FILLS. Rubs against everything in a way that makes his toes curl. Makes him want to gasp and cling, even though he's so exhausted.

Bruce just shooshes him. Pulls him close. He won't have to do a thing. He can just cling to Bruce and feel good. Bruce is here. He's got you.

And it's the best thing Tim's ever felt. Forget masturbation, sex is AMAZING. Bruce rocking then thrusting then pounding into his body. Holding tight like something precious. Hammering his good spots still he sees stars. Til he's nearly sobbing, hiccuping, from how good it feels to have his insides all messed up.

Bruce fills him up. All gooey and warm. Picks him up and carries him to a clean bed to get wiped down and tucked in. Cleans up then joins him. Fills him back up and tucks him close. He feels boneless and precious. Sleeps like the dead.

Discovers sex with a puss is AWESOME.

Next morning, he's barely out of Bruce's room before Dick is scooping him up and dragging him into his room. Almost franticly bending him in half as he presses him to the bed, kissing the air out of him. Holding his face as he whispers filthy praise into his lips. Hips relentless as they slam home, pounding at just the right angle.

Like he's trying to make for YEARS of mistakes by pouring it all into pleasure NOW. Clinging tight and trying to fry Tim's brain with how good he can make him feel. Dick buries his faces against Tim's neck and rutts like he's making up for lost time. Fucking Tim through orgasms, spilling again and again, like he's determined to drain his balls dry and wring every last bit of pleasure he CAN out of Tim's exhausted body.

Tim has to threaten to hit him with an alarm clock to let him up. Tim wants LUNCH damn it. They missed breakfast. By a LOT.

But then work calls. Damn it. So he has to get dressed. Double damn it. And he does it, but refuses to be pleased about it. Resolves things. Even gets ahead on work. Only for DAMIAN to walk stiffly into his office. Sus.

The gremlin hands him a frankly VERY well put together report on why he, Damian AL Ghul... should be allowed to fuck a baby into Tim. He has brought along a slide show and genealogical report.

.......Explain.

Damian does. He REALIZED some things about himself. When Tim was discussing becoming a Father. Using the same method as he, himself, was created. Went through a whole "go to the Kent farm and have a life change adventure" character growth arc, as you do. And? Now realizing that he potentially COULD be DIRECTLY involved in the Hypothetical Child's life instead of as an uncle?

He wants in. They could be glorious, combined. AND he firmly believes Tim will be a magnificent Mother. Let him Father your child.

It's a bad idea. Tim knows this. He literally JUST slept with Bruce yesterday and nothing good comes from sleeping with AL Ghul's. They Obsess. But? Fuck it. Maybe THIS is the thing that finally stops the Tim-Gremlin cold war and bring peace to house Wayne once and for all. He unbuckles his belt. Walks over to his resting room.

And Tim KNOWS, even as he's being urgently fucked into the fold out bed, that this is an AWFUL idea. No way in HELL, from the desperate and sloppy thrusts, clinging, panting and whines, is this NOT Damian's first time. He's utterly undone.

Pounding load after load into Tim because it feels too good to stop. All enthusiasm and no skill. Half the pleasure Tim's even GETTING is his own hand, relentlessly teasing his own clit. But? Oh. The feeling of being wanted so BADLY. Of cum, gushing and gushing into him. Knowing it's HIS hole that's so good, it's driving Damian incoherent.

He feels... sexy. It DEFINITELY does something for him. He may not be able to go back. Could see himself enjoying being a milf.

But of course. Business hours end. And he PROMISED! Is swept up by Bart for their threesome. Which, after several rounds and untold loads of near-no-refractary-period speedster cum dumped inside him? Is kinda spotty, in his memory.

All he knows for certain is he wakes up to his sheepish best friends, "Sorry we fucked you unconscious repeatedly" bribes, no voice, and a warm bath. He's also plugged up and FULL full of that premium speedster/half-kryptonian blend cum, because apparently his friend intend to WIN and nothing says victory like overwhelming odds. He'd call them fuckers, but they ARE and hold no remorse. He can't move.

Carry him you bastards.

When he asks where Cassie is, he learns she's apparently trying to harrass the magic users into a making her a temporary "turn me into a dude" amulet. Both as a gift AND so she can join the race for Father Of Tim's Baby. Huh. Interesting new options.

Obviously, throughout ALL of this, ninjas. Because Ra's has never wanted to smash so hard in his LIFE.

Instead, Tim is out here, on Jason's shitty couch. Getting lifted up and slammed down onto his cock. Called baby girl. Princess. Jason's never been harder. Already planning their kids graduation dinner and baby number three.

Tim feeling precious and taken care of and DESIRED. Like the young adult with a first shitty apartment he never got to be. Something so close to normal. Put a baby in him. Fuck him like you love him, like they do this every Saturday night, then eat pizza and watch trash TV. Fill him up.

And if course~ it's a VICIOUS game of Fuck The Tim keep away, up until one day he starts to show. Then Everyone is loving and coddling and in a "No I Am The Father" cold war. The birth is a nightmare, because Tim is slender and more scar tissue then not. But?

Adorable quarter-Kryptonian! With the biggest blue eyes and Tim's porcelain doll face.

Tim is NOT doing that again. Ffffffuck giving birth. And being pregnant! Granted, the EARLY part? He loved. He glowed. Getting pregnant was AWESOME. But later stages? God awful. Clone tube babies from here on out.

Absolute Devastation in the Tom Fucking Community. Babe no! You can't MEAN IT!

Woah, hey! He never said he'd STOP. "Getting Pregnant" is very, VERY enjoyable. He's just refusing to carry SHIT. Birth control for HIM. Scooping that slurry of "leave it up to Nature" out and storing it. Now... Kon stop being smug and hold your son.

-🐼🐼🐼

😭😭😭 tim getting everyone to come to dinner and they all think it was alfred and are like 'this was a great idea alfred! we should all get together like this more often' only for tim to cough and say well actually i called you all here, i figured you all deserved a heads up since i'm going to be undergoing some serious life changes. everyone's confused and then tim says he's going to have a baby.

immediate panic and some disappointment from bruce because he thinks this is a teen pregnancy and he expected better from tim only for tim to have to yell to interrupt everyone and say there is no 'girl', not yet anyway. he's just announcing that he's GOING to have a baby. they're not yet conceived and now the family is dealing with whiplash of how of course TIM would do something like this now they're sitting their listening to him talk about the ideal gene pool given tim's family has a history of mental issues and he's going into some very detailed things like nurseries and everyone just wants him to slow down because tim is still a kid!!! dick is older than him and even HE doesn't feel ready. so everyone is trying to talk tim out of it while tim insists he's ready, he's been going to a therapist for 11 months trying to deal with his issues so he COULD be ready to be a parent.

which of course baffles them even more because???? dick has been trying to get them all into therapist for years and tim just???? went??? on his own????

bruce is of course the least welcoming of tim's ideas of teen parenthood. because what about highschool, college? at least ONE of his kids has to go to college!

tim however says no, says his GED is more than enough.

bruce tries finding other angles, asking what if he just sets tim up with babysitting gigs? make him see kids aren't that great and tim just huffs and said he already did a bunch of babysitting and volunteering at the children's centers in gotham as part of his adoption application!

which ???? just stressed bruce out even more?! because tim had tried to adopt a baby first? but apparently got rejected because of his age, lack of partner, and lack of job which tim loudly says is unfair because bruce was in his 20s when he took in dick and HE hadn't had a partner or a job!

so the family is protesting, despertly trying to get tim to change his mind,,, then tim gets a womb and suddenly the protests die down VERY quick.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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theshadowrealmitself · 4 months

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Thinking about the post I made about an omega getting transported to a universe without the a/b/o dynamics (unfortunately can’t reblog that original post with this addition cause both posts are gonna be scheduled) and I think a situation like that would really help give me what I want out of omegaverse

What I really want out of omegaverse is all the world building stuff, how a society and its people would function in that situation, but most of the time it’s a reimagining of intense misogyny, which is not my cup of tea

But I think a situation where a person goes from a society like that (without the omega hate) to a society where a/b/o isn’t a thing, would really highlight how different things would be

Technically the omegaverse society is different depending on the author, so I’m making up my own version, and adding in aliens:

Heats and ruts can cause health problems, the stress it puts on your body every month can lead to a ton of issues down the road, and honestly you just don’t wanna have your life be disrupted that much, so going on suppressants is common, especially for people who are single

But going off of suppressants can be deadly, and sometimes your suppressants can start being less effective as time goes on, so calling out of whatever to make sure you can go to the doctors and have that all figured out is not only normalized but also encouraged

(But now you’re suddenly in a universe where Humans don’t go through all that and you’re running out of suppressants and you’re just hoping the scientists, Vulcan ones who are strangely extremely interested in your heat suppressants and keep asking you about rut suppressants?, can quickly figure out how to make more)

Depending on the situation, scent blockers can be used (mostly in the maternity ward, so the medical staff don’t accidentally get their scent on the kids and accidentally cause the parents to instinctively think they’re trying to take away their kids), but it’s more of a personal preference

Alphas, omegas, and even betas can scent mark things, but alpha scents are usually just more noticeable because they tend to be more territorial and aggressive, doesn’t mean that omegas and betas aren’t scent marking things for the same reason, so just because you can’t smell an alpha around, doesn’t mean you aren’t encroaching on someone’s space, you can also tell people’s emotions from their scent

(You hate that in this new universe, no one can smell that you claimed stuff and you have to remember to verbalize it, you also hate that the only ones who can smell you are aliens who have to be weird about it because they aren’t used to Humans smelling like that)

I can never think of anything cool for betas and I hate that it’s usually just like “betas are usually just how Humans are irl”, so what, they don’t have cis guys that can get pregnant and cis women who can sire kids? boring! but I can’t think of anything fun for them!

Claiming bites are a thing, but mostly a thing of the past, still, you never touch go near an omega’s through without explicit consent

(If another fucker tries to go near your neck again you’re losing it at them >:/)

Nests are a big thing, even outside of heats, and kids, and stuff, it’s just really beneficial to an omega to have a safe, soft, place they have complete control over, their instincts demand it

(Apparently nesting isn’t a normal fucking thing for Humans in this universe?? you can’t find the round mattress with the round frame that has a headboard that goes around a majority of the bed to kinda cocoon you anywhere, that’s like, the most basic thing you’d used to find in stores, and now you keep having to find specialty shops that cater to extraterrestrials to find anything remotely similar, or figure out how to replicate it yourself, this is so frustrating!!! you’re gonna be so much more frustrated when you try to find the other supplies needed for nesting)

Instead of heats and ruts being quick things, there’s still a lot of time and clarity before it hits them, so like, let’s say if it’s a default alpha/omega, the omega will obsess over their nest and get it just right while the alpha get their scent on everything else in the room to let everyone else know to fuck off (if it’s any other pairing, then whoever feels the most comfortable fighting if a trespasser comes by, [even though that almost never happens, but there’s always that instinctual worry that if will happen] is the one who gets their scent on everything else and makes sure the room they’re in is secure)

(I love the idea of this omega getting a temporary Vulcan partner because their heat came on quickly, and Vulcans understand their predicament, so the omega is stressing over their nest while the Vulcan is walking around, methodically trying to scent everything because they know that also serves to make the other person not scenting feel secure in that scenario, and then, because I feel like Vulcans are a little bit of control freaks (lovingly) the Vulcan goes over to fuss with the nest as well and the omega is strangely content with that)

That’s what I have for now, may add stuff later

#star trek #humans #aliens #Vulcans #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics

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grandmaster-anne · 1 year

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Relative Values: royal siblings Zara Tindall and Peter Phillips on miscarriage, horses and Harry and Meghan

Interviews by Audrey Ward | Published 29 July 2018

Zara

Peter and I are 3½ years apart. Because I was younger I was always trying to play catch-up with him. When we were little we fought a lot and he was pretty mischievous, but he would often say that if I did something he would get in trouble for it.

I joined him at boarding school in Dorset when I was eight. My mum [Princess Anne] originally said I wasn’t going, but I wanted to go where my brother was and my parents probably got fed up with me as well. It was different back then. They were always travelling. When they separated [Princess Anne and Captain Mark Phillips divorced in 1992] it was obviously sad, but the way they did it was not harmful to us. I don’t remember it as a painful time. And I had Pete.

I loved school, I loved sport and being with my mates all the time. I don’t know how much work I did. You do get homesick, but I had so much fun, and Pete was very protective. All his friends were too. They kept me out of trouble. After Dorset, I joined him at Gordonstoun. He hung out with a group of lads who liked to have fun, but he always knew how to get away with stuff. When he was made head boy, I thought, “How did you manage that?”

After school I decided to commit to riding to see if I was any good. I managed to find a horse called Toytown and it went from there. We went up the levels together, me and Toytown. I had a very good horse in him. Taking part in the world championships was a career highlight, along with winning silver in a home Olympics. My grandmother [the Queen] loves the horses. It’s easy for her to understand it. She’s very proud of all her grandchildren, everyone is doing such different things.

I met Mike [Tindall, the former England rugby captain] in 2003. In the beginning of our relationship, Pete was very watchful of how Mike treated me. He wanted the best for me. Did I ever hook up with any of his friends? No way. It was the complete opposite: “Don’t go near my sister.”

I think Pete found it quite strange when I had my first child [Mia, 4]. I’m not very maternal. If someone had a new baby and said, “Do you want to hold my baby?”, I’d go, “No thanks,” but I really enjoyed all of it when I had Mia. I shocked myself. There’s quite a big gap between Mia and Lena: Mia is about to start school; with Lena, who is a month old, I’m going back and doing it all again.

I had a miscarriage in 2016 and afterwards loads of people wrote to me and Mike to say they’d been through the same thing. In our case, it was something that was really rare; it was nature saying, “This one’s not right.” For me, the worst bit was that we had to tell everyone — everyone knew.

At the time, Pete was again very much the protective brother; he was very concerned about me, as was Mike. Everyone was. It was a time when my family came to the fore and I needed them. I had to go through having the baby because it was so far along. I then had another miscarriage really early on. You need to go through a period where you don’t talk about it because it’s too raw but, as with everything, time’s a great healer.

I’ve got a huge amount of respect for Pete, for his work, for his role as a family man. At his wedding to Autumn [Kelly, a Canadian management consultant, in 2008], I was so proud, and it was the same with William and Harry when they got married. I was happy for them to experience the next chapter of their lives. Pete is someone who I’ve looked up to all my life. When I was growing up, he was a great person to have around, he was very level-headed, very calm, considered and grounded. He’ll be there no matter what I need.

Peter

Zara and I always did a lot of stuff together as kids, anything from riding to helping out with the farm — or not helping out with the farm, depending on which way you looked at it. We were brought up in a very active environment. If it wasn’t raining we’d have to be outside; if it was raining we just had to put on the right clothing to go outside.

Most little sisters are annoying and Zara was no exception. She tried to boss me around and tell me what to do. Wild is probably an unfair attribute to attach to her, but she was certainly at the centre of anything that was happening that was fun and boisterous.

I have a huge sense of pride in Zara as an equestrian. What she achieved at the age she did was remarkable. She was never really fazed by — or she never seemed to be fazed by — a major championship or event. People trusted her to deliver in a high-pressure situation.

I’ve worked in sports marketing and sponsorship since I left Exeter University. I’ve spent time at Jaguar Racing, Williams and the Royal Bank of Scotland, where I headed up their global Formula One sponsorship programme.

Harry and Meghan’s wedding was a really happy occasion. The weather and the fact that it was at Windsor helped everyone massively, it just added a slightly more relaxed feel to it. Windsor is such a special place. Autumn and I were the last ones [in the family] to get married there, and it was almost 10 years ago to the day. There’s definitely a different feel to things when they’re not in London or at Buckingham Palace.

Zara and I live 200 yards apart. It’s very difficult to keep my daughters and her elder daughter apart. At weekends it’s always, “What’s Mia doing?” When Mia arrived it was quite difficult to compute. Zara has always been the little sister and suddenly I thought, “Christ, you’ve properly grown up now.” That rather annoying little sister is now a well-respected equestrian and an exceptional mother. If my daughters come close to achieving what Zara’s achieved, I’d be happy.

STRANGE HABITS

Zara on Peter He sings really badly, but my singing voice is not very good either

Peter on Zara I genuinely don’t know. I can’t come up with a single one

#zara tindall #peter phillips #princess anne #princess royal #the times #article #interview

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stray-kaz · 2 years

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Quality Over Quantity : a Billy Russo x reader FF : TWO

There was a hammering on your bedroom door and an ensuing shout of glee.

“We’re going to the fairground, Auntie! Come with us!”

You rolled off the bed and put down the book you’d been reading, then padded to the door on bare feet. You peeked around it to spy Lisa waiting on the other side, bouncing up and down. Apparently the bouncing was genetic.

“Is there going to be candy floss?” you asked conspiratorially, glancing dramatically up and down the hallway.

She nodded, grinning.

“And hotdogs?”

She nodded again and you opened the door all the way and stepped out to join her.

“Well, all right then, Miss Lisa. Lead the way!”

“They are getting too big for the carousel” Frank was saying as you rounded the corner into the living room.

“Never too big for the carousel” you interrupted. “I might even have a go.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“A thirty year old woman riding the kids’ carousel” he said, shaking his head.

Maria smiled at you and winked.

“Billy’s going to meet us there” she told you, barely managing to hide a furtive smirk.

The five of you piled into the family car and Frank headed to the fairground, still shaking his head over you.

Within the hour, you had climbed up on the carousel, just under the weight limit, and were mounting a medium sized yellow painted pony, speared through its back by a bronze pole. Billy stood by the side near you, arms crossed, shaking his head. There was a smile on his face, though, as you grinned and held on, Frankie and Lisa clambering onto ponies before and behind you.

“You’re just jealous because you’re too heavy” you teased him, poking your tongue out.

He copied you.

“You know what the perfect weight is?” he called out, just as the carousel started up slowly.

“What?” you asked, knowingly walking into his trap.

Billy kept pace with the carousel as it sped up, winking at you.

“Me on top of you!”

You rolled your eyes just as you were whisked out of sight, leaving him to wait for you to come back around again. Frank walked up and elbowed him hard in the side.

“In front of my kids, Bill?” he growled. “Really?”

Billy had the grace to look guilty, but he still didn’t take his eyes off you, especially as the ride slowed to a stop and you hopped down, stumbling slightly. He caught you automatically, his reflexes faster than your feet. Strong fingers curled around your upper arms and held you upright.

“You okay?” he asked you, a little amused. “Been day drinking, have you?”

You waved him off, pretending his hands on you didn’t send you reeling.

“While I’m on call?” you said, scoffing. “Not likely.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“On call?” he repeated.

You nodded.

“I have a woman with a baby due any day now” you explained. “I have to be ready at the drop of a hat. And besides, I never drink in daylight.”

“What’s your poison?”

“Vodka” you said, surprising him. “Only. Nothing else.”

Billy opened his mouth to ask a follow up question, but your cell phone rang, vibrating hard against your thigh. You glanced at the screen before pressing it to your ear in a hurry. Billy listened to your side of the conversation, growing concerned in spite of himself. When you hung up, you looked around for Frank and Maria; they had disappeared, off somewhere with the kids. So instead, you looked beseechingly at Billy.

“Can you give me a ride to the hospital?” you asked. “Annie just went in and she needs me. Her husband is out of state and won’t make it back in time and -”

Billy held up a hand to stop you mid flow.

“It’s okay” he assured you. “I can take you. Come on, my car’s this way. I’ll let Frank know when we get there.“

He reached for your hand and grabbed it, breaking into a trot to get you there faster.

Billy was true to his word and called Frank as soon as he had parked, on his phone as he followed you through the main doors and up to the maternity ward. He barely realised where he was until the call ended and he looked around to see photos of newborns on every vertical surface and heard the deep moans of women in pain.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Billy still standing there, staring around him, looking lost. You bit back a smile and went back to him, a few seconds to spare before Annie needed to be helped into a gown.

“Billy, you can leave” you told him gently. “You don’t have to stay. If this freaks you out, it’s fine. I don’t expect you to hang around.”

“What -” he started to say, but was cut off by your mouth on his.

You had stretched up as far as you could go on tiptoe and kissed him briefly, his beard scratching your cheek as you pulled away.

“I’ve got your number, William Russo” you said, and turned your back to run.

You had no idea how right you were.

Tagging: @karamelcoveredolicity @readers-posts

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #liss writes #marvel

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eggtartz · 1 year

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Happy New Year!!! how are the parties going??? (if you celebrate, of course) hope everything is going well!

could request senju akashi married to a reader (fem) who wants to have a baby or adopt one 🥹🥹

a/n : the only party im going is a sleeping party.. lmao this is a cute one anon, thankyou for requesting 🫶🏻

masterlist

senju and you have known each other for a long time now, the two of you meeting when she firstly formed brahman. she saw you as a strong person just like his brother so she had favoured you a lot. after all, you two were the only girls in the gang. however, one day senju received bad news about your wellbeing that you entered the hospital for some reasons.

concerned, senju went to see you to find you in the mother's ward and saw you cradle a baby in your arms "y/n?"

turns out you were seven months pregnant with your ex's child but when he was informed about the baby growing inside you, he left town. lucky for you, the brahman coat was big enough to cover your baby bump so none of the members seem to noticed it. well, not until now. senju sat with you and looked at baby with awe. she always wanted a little sibling granted how she's the youngest. "you wanna hold her senju?"

"her?"

you nodded at her while smiling weakly, feeling sleepy after an exhausting push. when senju went to look at you again, you were already fast asleep. senju felt she was responsible for the baby and you, no way she's letting takeomi and the others go near you. so she went online and learned a lot about babies and stuff the mother needs and go buys them with takeomi's card.

she would visit you and your baby everyday, nourishing every love and appreciation towards you and the baby so you wouldn't get too stressed and would get better. even after you were discharged, senju still visited you. she insisted to buy baby formulas and the baby's clothing for you. she has this one urge to protect you from harm, as if you and the baby was hers.

unbeknownst to the lady, you have developed feelings for her. you have been treated ill by a lot of men in your life, never you actually thought a woman would shower you with lots of love like this. you wondered she might do this over the fact that you were in the same gang. or she did it just because she wants to? your thoughts gets clouded as you were breastfeeding your daughter and you snapped out from your daydream when she nipped a little bit too hard.

as per usual, senju came that day when the home was quiet. she tiptoed into the house so she won't wake up the baby, entering the maternity room silently while glancing at you who's sitting on a chair. senju gestured the lunch she has in her hand and pushed her head towards the kitchen. you nodded and walked slowly, not wanting to wake up the sleeping baby.

"here y/n, chinese. just like you love em!" she opened the plastic container but your usual enthusiasm when you saw food wasn't there. you blankly stared at the food, not saying anything.

"y/n? what's wrong? if you don't like it i cab buy something else, there's a new place right -"

"why are you doing all of this senju? what's the reason of it?"

"what do you mean? im doing this because i care about you"

"and that's all? nothing else?" your eyes looked at hers, finding an answer. senju wasn't stupid, she knew she liked you too but her feelings got the better of her. she's afraid of rejections. she's afraid if she suggests something else that is too fast, you might slip between her grasps.

"yes, that's all" she said ultimately. your tears were threatening to fall as you stood up and went back inside to your room but you felt a strong grip on your wrist.

"i like you a lot y/n. everytime i look at the baby, i think it's mine. i take care of it like it's my baby. i take care of you because i feel like you're mine. like a partner or something. its not just about caring, there's more to it but i don't want to scare you away"

"scare me away? i have seen horrible things senju, scaring me is the last thing you would do"

"i wanna marry you! y/n! would you marry me?!" her abrupt confession stunned you but not for long when you heard your daughter crying again. senju kneeled beside you and took out a red box. you gasped when you realize what the box contains.

"will you marry me y/n?"

years later your daughter has grown up so fast it doesn't feel like it's already been six years. you have married senju when she asked you to, and now the two of you have both retired from brahman and is now peacefully residing in a modest home.

your six year old daughter has been nothing but an angel and today marks the first day where she goes to kindergarten. "mommy! mommy hurry im gonna be late!" your daughter bounced in her seat, sandwich untouched but her school bag already on. "now baby eat your sandwich or you're gonna be hungry. i know you're excited but how are you gonna make friends if you're hungry right?" your wife said while combing her hair back.

your daughter gobbled the sandwich while still bouncing in her seat and excitedly jumped out from her chair. she insisted they have to go now or she won't have any friends. you were trying so hard not to cry, watching your baby grow up so fast. "okay, now what did mommy say?"

"make friends and be nice! if they're mean, kick their butt!" your daughter giggled. you were glaring at senju who acted nonchalant because that was for sure her influence. the both of them bid you goodbye and soon enough it was already noon where your daughter would come home from her first day in kindergarten.

when you heard the car honking, you dropped the dishes you were doing and ran to the door. your daughter jumped to hug you while happily swinging her feet. "mommy i made so many friends!"

she spent the whole day telling what she did, how her teacher looked like, how she had so many friends. she didn't take a nap at all, so when its finally nighttime she finally was knocked out on her bed. senju placed a blanket on her tiny body, kissing her forehead.

"she's a bit lonely don't you think?" you asked.

"yeah. maybe we can get her a puppy or something so she can have a friend to be energetic with"

"what about another sibling?" senju stopped her actions and stared at you. "but we can't?"

"adoptions available darling, i've seen a an orphanage nearby. kids there are nothing but sweet, think we could? adopt one of them?"

"im okay with it as long as you're okay with it too. but what about her?"

"oh i think she's gonna like having some company" you smiled at senju while she kissed the top of your head. your six year old is nothing but an angel, she'd love having another sibling. so the next morning, while she was in kindergarten, the two of you visited the orphanage and saw many kids from all ages. there was this boy who had white lashes like senju but facial structures as yours. he was seven years old, entered the orphanage when's he's three. the two of you agreed to bring him home, to love him, to take care of him like he's your own.

"ma'am? where are we going?"

"oh you poor thing, see we adopted you so now we can go home together. also you don't need to call us ma'am anymore okay? you can call us mommy or mama or anything you like" you glanced at the mirror, watching as the boy teared up but quickly gained composure and wiped his tears. "mom would be nice.." he whispered. you held hands with senju while her other hand was driving, thinking that you two had made the correct choice.

"okay so this is your new home. what do you think?"

"this..? it's so cool! ma- i mean mom, do i have my own room?"

"yeah it's this one. i don't know if you like blue but i just-"

"it's so cool mom! thankyou.." the enthusiastic child sat on the bed while still trying to wipe his tears away. you approached him and took out a tissue to wipe his snot "no need to thank me. if it's anything, i should thank you for existing in my life. now my life feels one thousand times better"

the boy hugged you and you hesitantly hugged back but you felt senju joining in the hug, making the session feel a bit warmer, comfier and feels a lot like home.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers fluff #fluff #senju kawaragi #akashi senju #tokyo revengers senju #senju x you #senju x reader #senju x female reader #senju fluff

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bovine-providence · 1 year

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A New Addition, Part 4: Althea’s Arrival

Morel is away on a mission when the baby decides to come out.

[CWs: pregnancy, labor, breastfeeding.]

Morel was away on a mission when you felt the first contraction. Cursing under your breath, you had just known this would happen. And his job was very important, which made it all the more frustrating that you couldn’t blame him for going on a mission so close to the baby’s due date.

“I promise I’ll be back before you know it,” he told you tenderly that early morning at the door, before he headed to the marina where his boat was docked. He cupped your cheek, smiling down at you.

“But… the baby’s almost here,” you whined, holding your belly. You winced as the baby kicked hard, rubbing the now-sore spot.

“The sooner I get this mission done, the sooner I’ll be back,” Morel soothed as he pulled you in for one last embrace before tilting your chin up. You desperately pressed a kiss to his lips, and too soon you watched his back as he trudged away to his boat.

Now, you were running through your mental checklist of what to bring with you to the hospital as you awaited the second contraction. A call to the midwife assured you that you still had time before you needed to be at the hospital. Sighing in relief, you opened your texts and scrolled to Morel’s number. Ordinarily, you would send him a text first, but you felt this warranted a call.

You listened as his phone rang but he didn’t answer, before a voice advised leaving a message and hanging up.

“Morel, it’s ______. I had my first contraction, so I’m going to need to go to the hospital in a few hours. Please call me back soon. I love you!”

You hung up, the call doing little to assuage your concerns. You hoped he picked up soon.

———

It was four hours later, and time to head to the hospital. As you finished packing your bags into your car, you anxiously checked your phone; still no response from your husband. It was uncharacteristic for Morel to not answer you in so long. A thought popped into your head, that maybe something had happened to him, but you shook it away. Right now, you had to focus on delivering your baby.

But you couldn’t shake the thought off, not completely. As you put the key in the ignition without starting it, you made another call.

On the second ring, Knov answered.

“______?”

“Knov, yeah, hi.” You took a deep breath as another contraction passed. “This isn’t a social call, I need to see if you know where Morel is. He isn’t picking up.”

You heard Knov clear his throat at the other end of the line.

“I know he’s wrapping up his mission, and he said he would be in a dead zone as he finished up. What’s this about?”

“I’m going into labor.” The line was quiet as you waited for Knov’s response.

“I’ll see what I can do. Stay safe, alright?”

“Yeah, sounds good, I’m about to drive over to the hospital now.” You hung up on your husband’s best friend and started the car before driving to the hospital.

———

You arrived safely at the hospital and had been quickly escorted to the maternity ward, where you currently lay in bed as a nurse periodically checked on the status of your dilation.

You felt alone. And more than that, you felt anxious. Trying to focus on the breathing and mindfulness exercises the midwife had taught you wasn’t working when all you could think about was if Morel was alright, and if he could make it in time. You had your doubts.

The time passed like that until the nurse deemed you dilated enough to begin active labor. Sending one last text to Morel, you nervously were prepared to bring your daughter into the world.

———

Morel wanted nothing more than for his mission on this island to come to an end, unable to see how the timing for his being there could be any worse. He didn’t show it to the others, but he was irritated and wanted to be with his wife as the end of her pregnancy drew near. The connection on this island was spotty at best, so he and ______ had been unable to really update each other very much on what was happening.

He smiled at the man who handed him a message, explaining that there was someone on the ancient landline telephone requesting him by name. Morel hurried over, wondering if you had managed to get ahold of this phone number, but it was more likely to be someone from the Hunter Association.

“Hello?”

“Morel, thank god.” Morel was surprised to hear Knov’s voice at the other end of the line.

“Knov?”

“I’ll keep this brief. ______ called me because she wasn’t able to reach you; she’s gone into labor.”

Morel felt his blood run cold. Shit, of course this would happen.

“I already spoke with the higher-ups, and you can leave now and a replacement will finish up your mission.”

“Thanks.”

“She should already be at the hospital, so head there.”

“Appreciated, Knov.” Morel didn’t bother waiting for his friend’s reply before hanging up and immediately making his way towards his boat. He wasn’t going to hold back in his need to return to your side.

———

Pushing, panting, pain. That was your world at this time. You pushed as hard as you could as the midwife guided your progress through the labor. You panted at the exertion of trying to bring your daughter into the world, and you felt pain that was unimaginable before this moment. Your hands gripped the handles that lined your hospital bed, but were hardly a comfort. You wanted Morel!

At the midwife’s instruction, you pushed once more before needing a moment to collect yourself. You tiredly looked over to the side when you heard a soft footstep, and gasped.

You would recognize Deep Purple’s Nen creations anywhere.

The smoke soldier gracefully stepped to your side and placed a hand over yours, rubbing your thumb.

The midwife looked up in surprise, but you nodded your head.

“It’s alright,” you reassured. The smoky hand squeezed your own in agreement. Somewhere, wherever he was, Morel was keeping an eye on you. You had to remember to thank Knov later.

———

Morel gritted his teeth as he ‘watched’ you in labor through the smoke soldier. It was a poor substitute to his being there, but it would have to do for now. You had seemed so relieved to see Deep Purple’s creation, which made him feel guilty. Just a little longer, honey, I’m almost there.

He was almost at port when your texts and voicemails came through on his phone, tracking the timeline from your first contraction to your anxious text that you wouldn’t be able to use your phone during labor. He briefly scrolled through, finding the relevant info about the hospital and your room number for his arrival.

He couldn’t dally any longer. Leaving a smoke soldier to handle docking the boat, Morel raced towards the hospital.

———

Your eyes were screwed shut in pain; this was the worst yet. The midwife was trying to encourage you to push more, but you couldn’t. It was too much.

“I can’t,” you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks. “It’s too much.”

“______, I need you to try,” the midwife insisted, checking the baby’s progress beyond where you could see beneath your gown.

“I swear I can’t! It hurts!” Your outburst prevented you from hearing the door opening, but you gasped when a large hand wrapped around your own, different from the now-dismissed smoke soldier.

“I know it hurts, pretty girl, but I need you to try.”

The sound of your husband’s voice made you turn to him.

“You made it,” you smiled tiredly at him before wincing as the pain rolled through your body.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Morel assured, his presence helping to ground you.

With the midwife’s guidance and Morel’s comfort, you apprehensively started pushing again.

———

It was another two hours before your daughter’s cries filled the room. Once you and baby Althea were cleaned up and your daughter’s vitals were measured (a clean bill of health), the medical personnel left, allowing you and Morel to properly bond with your newborn daughter. Looking at her, you smiled tiredly. She was going to take after Morel by sharing his silver hair, but she had your eyes, which peered up at you quizzically.

“She’s tiny,” Morel chuckled quietly as he stroked a chubby cheek with his finger. Althea looked surprised at the contact, blinking up at him.

“I’m sure she’ll be big in no time,” you murmured. “And besides, she felt a lot bigger when I was pushing her out.” You looked over, playfully chastising him. “Your genes didn’t exactly help with that.”

“Sorry, can’t help it,” Morel chuckled. You both went into alert as Althea shifted in your arms and her face scrunched up before she began to cry.

“I think she’s hungry,” you muttered as you adjusted so Althea could suckle at your breast. Her crying stopped immediately as she latched.

It was quiet as you both watched your baby have her first meal.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” Morel finally spoke up. You glanced at him.

“Hey… it’s part of your job. I knew what I was getting into when we started dating. And you were able to get here in the end.” You shot him a half-hearted smile. “It isn’t easy, but it’s what we knew would happen.”

“I know, but…” Morel shifted as he continued watching his daughter (his daughter!) feed from your breast. “I still wish it worked out better. Well. I’m here now and things on the island wrapped up without trouble, and that’s what matters.”

As Althea got her fill from your breast, you tilted your head up at your husband.

“Why don’t you hold her?”

Morel looked down at you, and then at Althea, before grinning and carefully maneuvering her into his arms. You watched as your daughter stared wide-eyed at him, and how he smiled tenderly at her. She was so tiny in his arms, almost like she’d disappear if she were any smaller. You heard a sniffle and realized Morel was beginning to cry.

“I love you so much,” you heard him mutter to Althea before he raised her higher to plant a kiss on her forehead. She cooed happily at the sensation before settling down in his arms again.

As Morel looked over at you, tears flowing freely from behind his sunglasses, no words needed to be spoken about how loved your daughter would be.

#Hunter x Hunter #HxH #morel hxh #morel mackernasey #morel mackernasey x reader #morel x reader

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life-with-my-three · 2 years

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The last (almost) 5 weeks.

We’ve decided this baby is Garfield. She really doesn’t like Mondays.

At 23+2, I dropped the kids at school/kinder, and drove into town. It was only supposed to be a five minute appointment. Go in, have my blood pressure taken and then back home. Except my BP was somewhere in the realms of 170/100 (so very high). They dragged my butt in a wheel chair from clinic downstairs, up to labour and delivery, after two similar readings 5-10minutes apart. BP was still the same. Was loaded with meds. I have the crappiest veins, so multiple people trying to get an IV cannula in at once. 1:1 nursing, and one doctor doing an ultrasound sound, one doing history, one doing other testing. They were on the phone with the perinatal emergency transport service. Luckily my BP did come down, but they already loaded me with magnesium sulphate, put a catheter in and arranged transfer to a Melbourne hospital with a suitable NICU.

I was transferred to Melbourne, and taken to the delivery ward. BP luckily stabilised and I was able to be transferred to a normal antenatal ward by the next morning. I was admitted for 10 days and pretty much bed bound, so BP only spiked one other time requiring meds. Bloods were all good. Although there was a couple of tests (mostly protein levels) that were good than outside normal limits and then good again. Who knows.

Managed to get home after my PTSD episode. Then the following Monday, I wasn’t feeling well. I was in bed for a bit. Did my BP (but on my crappy home monitor) and it was very high again. Told Aaron to ring maternity as I wasn’t feeling good. I don’t have much memory after that for about 24 hours. They had of course said to come in. My mum came around, Aaron pretty much handed the kids on her whilst I went and sat in the car waiting to leave. When he came out to drive I was slumped over, unconscious, and covered head to toe in vomit.

An ambulance was rung. They took me to local emergency. Emergency departments have been so hectic lately, and there was apparently no beds, so in the hallway Aaron says there was an anaesthetist, two paramedics, an emergency doctor, a consultant obstetrician, a few OB registrars, and emergency nurses all trying to get an IV in. I was conscious by now, but completely out of it.

I’m not sure exactly what happened and when because again I was not very conscious, but I know the first dose of steroids were given to strengthen bub’s lungs, magnesium was started (again) and I was put in an urgent ambulance to Melbourne. In Melbourne the consultant came in and said their goal was to try and keep me pregnant for another 24 hours so I could have the second dose of steroids, but we should be prepared to deliver within 24 hours.

The next morning probably my least favourite doctor came in. Ruled that I was fine, despite everything that had happened. They are actually the ONLY doctor I have ever requested have zero input in my care. That I didn’t want anywhere near me on the previous admission. Mainly because her whole attitude was very if it wasn’t 100% textbook then it can’t be right, and it majorly triggered PTSD, because that is the same issue that almost led to me dying when I had Harriet. She pretty much sealed the deal when she asked me how the pain of my headache was, I said exactly the same, Aaron made a comment asking if it was slightly better because I managed a couple of hours of sleep, and she clung to that for the next couple of days. She was/is 100% more willing to accept someone else’s opinion on the pain I was feeling than me the person actually feeling the pain. I mean I slept because I was in and out of consciousness but whatever.

After this because I was “fine” they took me off all meds. From what I was told, I was completely unattended for over an hour and when someone came in, I was unconscious on the floor. Leading to a code.

I pretty much self discharged the next day as I was done. Because of these episodes though, I’m not allowed to drive (obviously) and I have to have another adult with me at all times. I get it but it’s extremely frustrating.

It’s ironic. I was completely untrusting of my local hospital at the start of this pregnancy, and right now I trust them with my life much more than the major hospital. I have a handful of midwives who are just amazing, and the doctors have been also.

Today i had another basic check in appointment, which happen twice a week minimum considering how things have been. I went in, the midwife noticed I looked extra crappy, and of course my BP was 150/95 (normal when I’m resting, is 110-120/65-80). Half an hour later it had gone down to 140/90, so still high, but had gone down. I was taken up to delivery again. Luckily by the time I was there it had gone back down to 135/85 (acceptable). Bloods/urine all the usual tests done. Although again crap veins so it took 6 attempts and 4 staff members to get blood (it ended up being an anaesthetist on a second go with the ultrasound). By the time they got blood and I been laying down for 3 hours, my BP had gone back down to 115/80. So I was actually allowed home (yay).

The general perspective is that I’m essentially a ticking time bomb, and no one locally thinks my body is going to hold out much longer. Things are staying “stable-ish” at the moment, but my body is working so hard to achieve that, that any little activity besides laying/sitting in bed/on the couch just derails everything. Exhaustion from my body working overtime is next level.

Saturday is officially the third trimester (28 weeks) so that’s the next major goal. We’re all hoping my body can hold out until 32+0 so that I can deliver locally. No one is sure if that will happen though. I only live about 10 minutes from the hospital which is why I’m allowed to be home at the moment, but it is on the proviso that I have an extremely low threshold for getting my butt there if anything changes.

So yep, it’s been a big 5 weeks. I’ve been vague about things going on but the energy to type this out just hasn’t been there (not that it is now). I kind of wish I had typed out more of what happened leading up to Hatt’s birth as it’s a very blurry time and it makes working through the trauma hard, so I just need to have it written down somewhere.

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(camila queiroz, cis woman, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that CARINA SERAFINA QUEIROZ is a THIRTY-TWO year old MODEL that’s been in Chicago for TEN YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL 1 with the power of VOICE MANIPULATION. That must be why they’re ASSERTIVE and SPOILED. If you ask me, they remind me of the flash of a camera, voices eerily echoing off walls, a smile that puts you at ease. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

basics;

FULL NAME: carina serafina queiroz NICKNAMES: rina GENDER: female BIRTHDATE: april 25th SPECIES: mutant AFFILIATION: neutral

personality;

ALIGNMENT: lawful neutral ZODIAC: taurus MBTI: isfj POSITIVE TRAITS: passionate, determined, independent, intelligent NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, hedonistic, possessive, materialistic

backstory;

CHILDHOOD/TEENAGE YEARS:

born in rio de janeiro to human parents. she’s the only mutant in her family besides her grandparents and aunt.

her mutation has been known since she was born. her cries echoed off walls in parts of the hospital that were nowhere near the maternity ward.

her parents weren’t particularly happy about having a mutant child. especially one with such an annoying power. it’s safe to say that they rarely got any sleep, and neither did anyone in their neighbourhood.

eventually they had to move to somewhere secluded. every cry was heard, every word she spoke when she started to talk rang through the homes of those within her powers radius. they had no choice but to leave their neighbourhood.

when carina was old enough to understand rules and instructions (around 5/6) her parents hired someone to help her control her mutation. it took a few months, but eventually she could control where to send her voice and who around her would hear it.

the rest of her childhood went pretty normally. she went to school, had friends, loved her mom and dad, and was a normal little girl. her parents grew much more affectionate once she could control her voice.

grew into a typical, rebellious teen. drinking, smoking, piercings, staying out late. nothing major, though. she used her power to amuse her friends at parties, but she never used it to anything bad.

moved from rio de janeiro to america when she was 16. her father got a job at a law firm in new york that paid much more than his current job. her mother got a job at the same firm.

her first two years at an american high school were a nightmare. her english was very limited and broken. it made it hard to make friends. she became very depressed and withdrawn due to this. there were only a few students who understood spanish, and even less student who understood portugese.

ADULTHOOD:

after graduating high school, carina’s parents forced her to attend college to study law. most of her family are lawyers and they weren’t going to let carina choose her own path in life.

when she was 18 (2008), she met levi. he was studying veterinary care, which immediately appealed to her because it meant he loves animals. they fell for each other pretty quickly. her english still wasn’t great, but it was good enough for him and her college friends to understand her. spending a lot of time with levi definitely helped her get better at the language.

the glamour and glitz of new york city had her captivated. she was scouted to be a model while attending a fashion show one day, and she agreed to go for a shoot.

much to her parents absolute disgust, carina dropped out of college after a year or so. she pursued a career as a model and they cut her off financially hoping it would force her to change her mind. it didn’t. so they cut her out of their lives for being a huge disappointment.

in 2011, levi proposed to carina. she said yes! they had a lovely wedding, attended by people they loved. her parents didn’t attend, but her grandparents did. her abuelo walked her down the aisle.

carina was offered modelling opportunities in illinois a few months after the wedding. levi was excited for the move and found himself a job there. they packed up and went on their merry way. they were excited to start fresh somewhere else!

in 2013 carina fell pregnant with their daughter, charlotte. they’d been trying for a baby so they were both absolutely ecstatic. carina had to put her modelling career on hold for a couple of years but didn’t mind. starting a family mattered more.

2014 soon arrived and charlotte was born! carina’s screams were heard in every hallway of the hospital, as well as cussing in spanish. levi and carina were both completely in love with their new bundle of joy.

during 2016, carina goes back to work as a model.

everything goes perfectly until 2018. levi is so dedicated to routine and his job that it drives carina crazy. there is no spontaneity in their lives. everything is about sticking to a meticulous routine. it reminds carina of how rigid her parents were. she doesn’t want this for charlotte.

after too many fights to count, carina ends up sleeping with a guy she did a modelling shoot with. the first time was a mistake, the second time... not so much. he was exciting and passionate and flirtatious. he desired her and gave her attention. it turned into an affair.

carina wanted to tell levi but she didn’t know how. she still loved him, but it wasn’t the same as it was when they first met. the spark had faded to nothing. she couldn’t break his heart, though. he loved her so much, and there was charlotte to consider. their little girl needed her parents together.

one day, levi finds a condom wrapper that he knows doesn’t belong to him. carina keeps the affair going for a further three months until she can’t take it anymore and asks for a divorce because they can’t come back from this. she betrayed him and she doesn’t want him to forgive her. she wants out so that they can both be with people who deserve them.

unbeknownst to her, levi gets drunk that night and casts a love spell on his family. after asking for a divorce only the night before, she wakes up the next morning completely in love with him again. i’m talking romcom, sickening levels of in love.

things continue like this for two years. carina continues modelling, she comes home to her husband and they talk about their day and are as loved up as a teenage, puppy love couple. charlotte is the perfect daughter, too. always making her parents proud and being an absolute delight.

THE STEPFORD WIFE & DIVORCE YEARS:

one day in 2020, levi broke from his routine. he didn’t pay attention to carina for days. because of this, she turned into a frightening stepford wife. huge smile, completely subordinate to levi and charlotte. something felt off, but she couldn’t snap out of it.

after a couple of days, carina approached levi to remind him of their anniversary. she had the exact amount of months and days counted out. this wouldn’t have seemed so strange if it weren’t for her hand oozing blood everywhere.

bones the dog had bitten her, and she hadn’t felt a thing. her smile stayed plastered on her face, she continued her chores around the house, she helped charlotte with her homework.

she waved off the horrible injury, grinning at levi like something out of a horror movie. picture mom from umbrella academy but... eerier because carina isn’t a robot.

realising that he’d cast a love spell, levi came clean to carina. the spell broke and she was furious, disgusted, and felt violated. she couldn’t believe that he’d cast a spell on his own family. she demanded a divorce and left with charlotte.

she stayed with a friend for a couple of months until she found a suitable apartment for herself and her daughter. they moved in, decorated it together, and settled in happily. levi had signed the divorce papers; carina was finally free after being locked under a spell.

in 2021, carina won sole custody of charlotte. the court ruled in her favour due to what levi had done. they couldn’t award custody to a man who would cast a love spell on his own family.

THE CURRENT YEARS:

carina is still living in illinois with charlotte. levi has visitation rights, and she’s fine with that. their daughter needs her dad. she’s not a cruel person, so she would never do anything to get in the way of their time together.

she does supervise the visits because her trust is completely broken; she tries not to hover too much, though. around charlotte, she is civil with levi because their little girl is the most important thing in all of this. they need to be a family unit for her.

outside of visitation, carina avoids levi when she can. she doesn’t hate him, but what he did is unforgiveable. much like her affair. she doesn’t know if he forgave that, she also doesn’t care.

she travels for modelling sometimes. if it’s not during school time, she takes charlotte with her. if it is, she stays with her great grandma and grandpa who moved out to chicago when carina was going through the divorce. they wanted to support her.

carina has had partners since her divorce from levi, but none of them have stuck. she can’t trust them enough to open up to them properly. she’s always worried that she’s going to be trapped in a doomed relationship again with no way out.

she’s completely fluent in english now, but still speaks with a spanish accent as she speaks spanish at home to charlotte to keep her close to her culture.

carina’s personality is very bubbly, very social, fun loving, a little sarcastic, mischievous, and bright. she loves to party when she can, and she loves being around friends as she has minimal family in the city.

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lillywillow · 2 years

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Tender, Loving Care

Summary: You need to have your nose fixed and Sam is there to take care of you

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Pairings: Sam Wilson x Female Reader

Warnings: Mentions of surgery and pain, tiny bit of angst if you squint, mentions of showering

A/N: I recently had my sinuses fixed which inspired this little fic

You had been plagued by a myriad number of nasal troubles and after your nose had taken a hit on a recent mission, they had only gotten worse. It eventually got to the point you had to go in for surgery to have everything fixed. Sam was fully supportive of you no matter what.

The morning of your operation finally came around. You squeezed Sam’s hand as you waited for them to call your name.

“You okay, Y/N?” he asked, eyes full of concern.

“I’m nervous, Sam. I know this will help me in the long run but… I just can’t help thinking about those medical shows… you know, where they come out with black eyes and sometimes they have reactions or they badly wreak the nose itself…”

“I told you not to watch those shows last night…”

“I know but…”

Before you could finish your thought, the doctors called your name to go in.

“I’ll be right there when you come out,” Sam promised.

You gave him one last kiss before heading in.

…

The waiting for news was unbearable for Sam. First one hour passed, then two and three. He paced the halls, grabbed a coffee, did some more pacing before finally coming to a stop in the maternity ward. There was something he found calming watching the new lives sleep and wiggle in their little cribs, hearing them make their tiny voices heard.

“I thought I might find you here…”

Sam turned to see his sister.

“Hey… what are you doing here?” Sam asked, giving her a hug.

“Thought you could do with the moral support,” she replied.

Sam’s attention turned back to the newborns. Sarah put her arm around him and smiled softly.

“You’re still the same. Remember when Gramps got sick? Nobody could find you for hours and there you were, staring at the babies…”

Sam’s eyes teared up and his jaw tightened.

“I just keep thinking… what if… I mean, I know it’s a standard procedure but what if something goes wrong? What if she…” Sam couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“Y/N is strong and stubborn, just like you. Do you think something like this can take her down? You’re dreaming,” she teased with a playful punch of his arm.

“I know you’re right, but-”

“No. No buts. Y/N will pull through. She’s your wife after all.”

Sam sighed and rubbed his arm.

“You still hit hard,” he complained.

“I want you to remember that the next time you get one of those stupid ideas in your head,” she grinned.

…

It was sunset by the time you were finally rolled into recovery. Sarah had gone home to collect the boys when school finished leaving Sam on his own for a while but messaged him regularly. Surprisingly, you weren’t feeling nearly half as bad as you thought you would. After answering the doctor’s questions and the nurses helping you with your IV drip, Sam was finally allowed in.

“Hi, baby. How are you feeling?”

Sam walked over to you, gently kissing your head and petting your hair.

“Not too bad… I thought I’d be much worse…”

“Yeah? You don’t look too bad. There’s no bruising or anything,” he reassured you.

“Really? That’s good…”

You felt drained and lightheaded as the painkillers kicked in but you weren’t completely out of it. Just having him near you lifted your spirits greatly.

“Sarah and the boys send their love, by the way,” he informed you.

“Give them a big hug from me next time you see them, okay?”

“I will.”

Sam helped you to eat the dinner they provided you when they brought it to you and stayed for as long as they allowed him to.

“Sir, I’m afraid visiting hours are over now,” a nurse told him when it was time.

“Okay. I promise you I’ll be back to get you first thing tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sam.”

Once he was out the door, you desperately willed yourself not to cry in fear of damaging something or dehydrating yourself. This began one of the longest nights of your life.

…

The next morning, Sam kept to his promise and collected you the moment you were discharged.

“How are you feeling this morning? Have you eaten yet?” Sam questioned as he guided you to the car.

“Still not too bad. I didn’t get much sleep last night but they gave me some painkillers this morning along with my breakfast,” you groggily replied, handing him the aftercare instructions.

Sam took them and helped you into the car before reading the list. Whatever he had to do to help make your life easier, Sam would do it in a heartbeat.

…

Once you arrived home, Sam gently guided you inside.

“What do you want to do, baby? Do you want to sleep? Sit and watch TV?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“I wanna take a shower… I feel all gross…”

“Okay. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”

Sam followed you to the bathroom and helped you to undress. He turned the shower on and made sure it wasn’t too hot before letting you get in.

“Sammy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you… help me some more? I feel a little woozy and I’m not allowed to bend my head down…”

“Of course…”

Sam himself undressed and joined you, gently washing your hair and assisting in whatever else you asked him to do.

After you were all clean, Sam got out and dried you off, once again helping you with dressing before getting you settled comfortably on the couch.

“You need anything else?”

“Just cuddles…”

Sam smiled softly.

“I can certainly do that,” he replied, sitting down next to you and letting you snuggle up to him.

“I feel bad you have to take care of me,” you muttered.

“Y/N, look at me,” Sam ordered.

Carefully, you shifted your position to look at him.

“You’re my wife and I love you. I made a promise to always take care of you, sickness and in health. I would bend over backwards to see you smile, fight a whole army to keep you safe. No matter what, we’re in this together.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words.

“I love you too.”

…

That night, Sam was awoken by the sound of bumping. He reached over to your side of the bed to find you weren’t resting on your pillow pile that he set up for you.

“Y/N?” he asked, sitting up in bed, trying to figure out where exactly you were.

“I can’t… I can’t find the door… I need the bathroom,” you meekly whined.

You were tired and disoriented in the dark and spent the last few moments fumbling around for a handle.

“Honey, that’s the closet… I’ll help you get to the bathroom.”

Sam got out of bed and guided you to the right door and to the bathroom. Once again, you were grateful you married someone as wonderful as Sam.

…

Sam was absolutely wonderful for the next two weeks. He made you your favourite meals, made sure your sinus rinses were at the right temperature, took care of your needs. Not once did he ever make you feel like a burden to him. By the time your next appointment rolled around, you were feeling pretty good and you knew you couldn’t have done it without the support of your loving husband.

#Tender Loving Care #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #Nose #Surgery #minor injuries #fluff

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roysexton · 11 months

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“You should seek the help of a mental health professional. The Justice League isn’t very good on that part yet. Trust me.” The Flash (2023)

Early on in DC’s latest cinematic effort The Flash, the titular hero (a manically charming Ezra Miller) averts a literal “baby shower” (i.e. babies and a cute rescue dog falling from the sky) when a Gotham City maternity ward starts crumbling after some criminal attack. (Honestly, I’m not sure what caused the near catastrophe … the opening sequence which also features Ben Affleck’s pitch perfect…

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I was going to just block you and get on with my life, but it sure would be nice if those not even glancing at Palestinian plight while cheering on Israel would take a gander at the words of those actually in the region.

“Health workers in northern Gaza exhumed the first corpses from mass graves in and around Al-Shifa Hospital on Tuesday, after they said Israeli forces killed hundreds of Palestinians and left their bodies to decompose during their two-week siege of the complex.” —CNN

“Gaza's al-Shifa Hospital is "an empty shell with human graves" and "completely non-functional," the World Health Organization said Saturday, after a weeks-long siege by Israeli forces decimated what was left of the territory's largest medical facility.

A WHO team visited the hospital grounds in Gaza City on Friday to assess the damage, the agency said in a statement, and determine whether basic services could be restored. What they found was a sprawling complex of charred and destroyed buildings, hastily dug shallow graves and equipment "reduced to ashes."

"The scale of devastation has left the facility completely non-functional, further reducing access to life-saving health care in Gaza," the WHO said.

It outlined some of the damage: burned surgical and maternity wards; destroyed incubators; an emergency department in ruins; the pungent smell of death.” —Washington Post

“The PRCS said Sunday that Al-Amal Hospital and Nasser Hospital in southern Gaza were both encircled.

"All our teams are in extreme danger at the moment and are unable to move at all. They are also unable to bury the body of our colleague Amir Abu Aisha inside the hospital courtyard."

CNN has reached out to hospital authorities for more detail and to the Israel Defense Forces for a response. Both hospitals were surrounded by Israeli forces for prolonged spells earlier this year.

The Israeli military is still operating at Al-Shifa hospital, Gaza's largest, after raiding it earlier in the week.” —CNN

And if you start going about how these sources are Hamas propaganda or whatever you believe, there were plenty more articles from other presses just these. And lastly, at least Israeli childrens’ own names aren’t dying with their families.

“"We had a lot of catastrophic stories because of the war that affected us, but the one that affected me most is Malak's," Abu Khatleh told an NBC News crew in Rafah late last month. Other children had their parents with them, she added, but Malak "did not and her name was 'Unknown.""

Malak was found in a tree near her family's ruined home in central Gaza, apparently flung into the branches by a strike, which killed the rest of her relatives in November.

Shortly after she was taken to Al-Shifa Hospital in northern Gaza for treatment, Dr. Nasser Bolbol, head of the neonatal unit, told NBC News that based on her umbilical cord, he believed Malak was just 2 days old.” —NBC

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beatriix-kidd0 · 2 months

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why do men

Perched on her side of the bed, her once chestnut locks now a striking shade of blue, tousled in disarray. Evidence of hastily removed makeup marked her face, likely scrubbed away with nothing more than her own hand and a bit of soap. The faint aroma of alcohol lingered in the surrounding air, when she yawns I can smell the unmistakable scents of tobacco and gin. It's a scent that’s become uniquely hers, and I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt as I identify it.

“What’d you do?” she asked

“Nothing. I just finished dinner” I replied

"But what about the rest of the night?"

“Worked”

“But it’s Friday night”

“Not a special occasion.”

She sidesteps the inquiry, swiftly diverting attention. Leaping onto the bed, she nudges closer

to me, like a feline seeking attention, urging me to forsake my laptop. But I won't relent. There's often this maternal instinct, as if I'm her caretaker, and she, my sole troubled ward. I’ve done everything within my power to guide her towards education, career, culinary skills, and financial responsibility. Yet, she seems destined to revel in spontaneity.

“How come we never fight each other?”

“Hmm?”

“I was talking to this guy, at the party, a friend of a friend of Jessica’s”

“Interesting?”

“Unconventional. You might not find him appealing, but I did. He looked like something was

off with him, maybe his teeth or his crooked nose. Tattoos and troubled.”

“So… exactly your type.”

“And... he had a small purple patch near his eye. I couldn't tell if it was from exhaustion or a

street scuffle. So, in my tipsy state, I dared to ask. Guess what?”

“He had baggy eyes”

“EEEHH” She makes the same sound my alarm makes when It’s 6 AM, proving I was in the

wrong. “Wrong, he got into a fight. With his best friend”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, Oh, I said the same thing. But you know, men do this all the time. They waited for the

park to close, jumped off the fence, and just hit each other. For fun”

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard”

“I thought the same, but I didn’t say it. I believe he realized mid-sentence how utterly

absurd it was. Perhaps if he were more 'with it,' street fights would find him accidentally rather than him seeking them out. Maybe he felt like, as a man, he had the obligation to hit something”

“Nicholas did something similar once, with his brother, when they were kids. They ended up

going too far, one of them ended up bleeding, don’t remember who. But his mother was horrified, grounded them for weeks, made them promised they’ll never do that stupid thing again. I suppose us women will never quite understand the male species.”

“And why did he do it?”

“Hit his brother?”

“Yeah”

“Simple boredom, I suppose. Just men being 'manly'? I think they just wanted to try.”

It dawned on me—I hadn’t mentioned Nicholas in a while. Post-breakup, I'd proclaimed

myself single and scarcely mentioned his name. His name, felt like a forbidden world, a sharp sting whenever it surfaced, an unexpected silence always followed. Yet, we was entrenched in almost all of my anecdotes of the past years. We both understood the gravity of me mentioning his name, yet maintained a mutual silence.

"I suppose 'Fight Club' is like my favorite movie, though" she abruptly declared.

“My favorite thing about the movie it's the characters' struggle with insomnia, the inability to

sleep. That, I can relate to. But the desire to be in physical altercations? Not so much”

“Maybe because we endure monthly periods and push babies out of our vaginas.”

“Probably”

"Let's give it a go!" She grabbed a pillow, brimming with childlike excitement.

“What?”

“Fighting”

“No”

“Why do you have to be so boring?”

“I won’t fight you”

“Think about all those times I made you wash my dishes, and my clothes…”

I promptly silenced her with a pillow to her face. The room echoed with laughter and the soft

rustling of feathers settling, a silent acknowledgment of our differences yet a shared appreciation for the fleeting moments of uninhibited joy.

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I originally wrote this short story heading into Memorial Day weekend, but after some minor edits, I also decided to include Veterans Day. It’s a shorty dedicated to our fallen heroes. I’m a little weird about my writing. Many of my stories written will never see the light of day. I was convinced that it could be worth sharing with my friends.

People in the military develop lifelong bonds. It’s a bond so deep that even if the friends are reunited years later, they can fall into a familiar camaraderie as if it were just yesterday. That said, seeing your family excitedly waiting for you as you step off the airplane after a long and harrowing deployment is a joy not easily put into words. Anyway, without further ado;

Maternity

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Having been deployed to many places overseas, I’ve developed a high level of respect for Marine security. Every time I hit the rack at night, I knew the security team was second to none, and I could sleep comfortably. They’re steadfast, stoic, and take their job very seriously. If you have ever been at the wrong end of Marine security, I feel bad for you. Odds are, you’ll remember the unfortunate experience for the rest of your life. I’ll go even further and say you were likely being a dumbass or drunk and probably deserved it. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not throwing stones. I’m speaking from experience.

It wasn’t hard to draw mental parallels between them and the staff at the maternity ward of a hospital in Washington, D.C. The staff didn’t hold weapons, but the mentality was the same.

“Fuck up, and I’ll string you up.” They will, of course, frame their request to be more palatable, but that’s the idea.

Think I’m wrong? I’ll give you a quick spoiler for the next episode of “Fuck Around and Find Out.” Maternity prioritizes the health and safety of mothers and newborns. Your feelings are a very distant priority. If you find yourself confused or combative about their priorities, I’ll tell you outright that it won’t go well for you.

Again, at the risk of sounding redundant. Odds are, you’ll remember the unfortunate experience for the rest of your life. I’ll go even further and say you were likely being a dumbass or drunk and probably deserved it.

See how I drew that parallel?

Access to maternity is highly restricted, and badge access is granted only to the worthy. Cameras monitor everyone coming and going, and the latest technology keeps watch over all the newborn’s vitals. Nurses maintain a vigilant eye on the station, which monitors infant vitals twenty-four-seven, and doesn’t allow anyone to go near a baby who isn’t authorized.

The nurses and healthcare workers are caring but strict. New parents can relax in comfort knowing the nurses keep a militaristic watch over their new charges. Family can safely bond with their newest member.

Despite all that technology, it couldn’t keep me away. My wife and newborn daughter are inside. I’m not there for any nefarious reasons, but no camera saw me, nor did any nurse notice my presence. No one on either side of heaven or hell can keep me from any place I want to go. I was serving in Afghanistan when I learned my wife Chelsea was in labor.

The first thing I did was try to locate her room. Before I could, I saw something that made my blood run cold. An imposing black-cloaked figure stood over a cart of a newborn infant. His skeletal hand hovered over the mute baby, and he stood nearly seven feet tall. Red glowing eyes turned to look at me from inside a chaotic gothic helmet with spikes extending from the top.

The typical response to this terrifying figure would be enough to make someone cower in fear and dread.

I’m not normal. I’m a United States Marine, and NOT NORMAL comes with the territory. Once a Marine, always a Marine.

Ooh Fucking Rah!

“Remove your hand and leave. You’re not wanted here.” I growled, and my K-bar was in my hand before I knew it. It radiated a distinct light of its own.

The mother and baby were oblivious to my presence because the woman started screaming. “Nurse! He isn’t breathing!” A loud panicked wail was heard, and a nurse rushed past us into the room. Evidently, no one could see the looming black figure except for me.

As I turned back, the cloaked figure was gone. Rushing from the room, I ran down the maternity hallway, glancing into each room. Finally, I reached Chelsea’s room and came to a screeching halt. My wife held my baby daughter in her arms and smiled at her with an expression of elated joy reserved for new mothers. My baby daughter noticed the demonic figure next to her and immediately started crying. The realization of what this thing was about to do filled me with dread, and I acted without thought, entirely determined to protect my family at all costs.

Lunging forward, I struck out with speed I didn’t know I possessed. I scored a hit across his shoulder. The dark figure let out an inhuman screech and pulled its arm back. The massive figure approached me, and it was clear how big this thing truly was. The cloaked figure took a slow lumbering swipe at me, which I dodged easily and countered with three quick slashes across its torso.

He finally landed a backhand blow, and I was sent crashing into the wall behind me. Black tendrils shot out from the wall and wrapped themselves around my arms, pinning me in place. My knife was yanked out of my hand, and more tendrils joined the others around my legs and waist. A cocoon of black slowly enveloped me as I feebly struggled with impotent rage.

The looming figure approached me and stood within a few feet. “I was only going to take yours, but now I will take everyone’s little spawn.” His voice was deep and menacing. The horrible tone of its voice carried a suboctave, making it sound like two people were speaking simultaneously. It turned and extended its arms to the sides. A chorus of screams was heard through the department as the mothers and hospital staff discovered that all babies in maternity had suddenly stopped breathing.

I closed my eyes and stopped fighting, “No, no, no, not like this. Please, God, I can’t watch my daughter die like this.” A quiet prayer escaped my lips.

There is an aphorism. There is no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole. Also, parents suddenly stop being atheists when their children are at death’s door.

Warmth flooded into me, and when I opened my eyes, I noticed the room growing brighter, as if the ceiling suddenly started glowing. The creature yelled in rage, and the shadow tendrils vanished as the light dispelled whatever dark magic was cast. I didn’t know at first what was happening, but then I did. The desperate prayers of the mothers and fathers added to the light. The insistent prayers for divine intervention to save their baby illuminated the room. Their prayers unknowingly manifested on my behalf, making me their avatar of violence and retribution. The room kept growing brighter and became blinding. The light hurt this demon, and it turned and tried to flee out the door. It stopped and yanked its arm back when it discovered the door had become a barrier of light. I was trapped inside with it.

Correction, the asshole was trapped here with me. The shitstain trapped himself in a room with an extremely pissed-off Marine father.

The light dispelled the dark tendrils, and the knife was still glowing at my feet. Scooping it up, I charged the demon. It was too distracted by the mysterious light to defend itself against my onslaught. I slid the knife under the helmet into its brain, and the horrible abomination finally stopped moving.

Divine light from the knife exploded from within the helmet, and when the blinding light finally faded, the room returned to normal, and my knife was gone. Standing up and yanking open the door, I heard the parents and staff gasping as infants all started breathing at once. Cries followed, but the parent’s delight at having the unexpected crisis fade filled me with indescribable relief.

The only baby not crying was inside my room. My head snapped around, and I was afraid my daughter didn’t start breathing for a moment. My daughter looked up at my wife in surprise, then turned her beautiful face toward me. Emotion flooded my soul, and for the first time, I locked eyes with the one person to make my sacrifice worth it. She had my eyes.

Chelsea and I had trouble conceiving. It took several attempts with a fertility specialist to make our dream come true. It lifted an enormous burden off our shoulders when we finally got word Chelsea was expecting. It took no time for us to come up with a name for our daughter when we found out the gender.

Hope.

My beautiful daughter Hope smiled a toothless grin and pulled her wrinkled hand from her swaddle to extend it toward me. My wife noticed Hope’s attention wasn’t on her and turned in my direction for the first time.

“Your wife can’t see you, only your daughter.” A gentle yet masculine voice came from behind me.

“I know,” I said. My heart broke. I wanted to hold Hope so fucking badly. The denial of holding my daughter was crushing, and tears filled my eyes.

“You did well. That was Azazel’s most powerful lord.” It was an angel who spoke behind me. The same angel came to me when I died in Afghanistan by jumping on a grenade. The action saved my company at the expense of my own life. My last ardent request was to see my daughter before taking me to the next place I was supposed to go.

I didn’t care how powerful the demon was. My attention was fixed on my wife and daughter. Yes, Hope definitely had my eyes. Silently, I knelt at their side, yearning for the briefest of touch. Tears flowed much more freely, and I knew what would happen next. I never looked at the angel behind me. He gave me a few moments to revel in the happy sight before placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“You were a faithful husband and a good man. Your daughter will be carefully watched. I promise you. You WILL see her again.”

“Little comfort. You’ll watch my daughter’s first steps instead of me. You’ll see her leaving for school for the first time. You’ll see her riding her bike by herself for the first time. You’ll see her in her beautiful dress at her prom and Hope’s graduation. Worst of all, you’ll get to see her at her wedding. An unknown face will walk her down the aisle toward her future husband instead of me.” Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, and she still extended her little hands toward me, wanting to be held. The anguish of being unable to fulfill such a basic need tore painfully at my heart.

The angel squeezed my shoulder and moved to stand next to me. “Yes, but thanks to your sacrifice and who you defeated, countless fathers will have the blessing of experiencing those things with their children. Will you take away their experiences so you may have your own?”

I thought about it, but I knew I wouldn’t. I shook my head. It didn’t lessen the pain. Tearing my eyes away from the two women who meant the world to me felt impossible. It was supposed to be one of the happiest moments in a man’s life.

The divine being squeezed my shoulder compassionately. “Rest easy, my brave friend. I have the watch.”

Turning to the angel, I couldn’t meet his eyes. He knew I would never be ready to leave her willingly. The door barring the exit earlier flared to life, turning into another portal of light. Instinctively, I knew it was the door to my next life.

Approaching the portal, I turned back to look at Chelsea and Hope. Hope’s beautiful face looked worried, and her delicate lips trembled. It wasn’t until I started to step through the portal that I heard Hope’s wailing cry of anguish.

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