Okay so @lazylittledragon I am so sorry to just randomly toss this at you and run, but I COULD NOT RESIST AFTER THAT LAST MOMBIN POST!!!! For anyone that hasn't seen it this is inspired by this amazing amazing art
tw: Pregnancy and Childbirth
“Steve I can’t do this-” Robin choked out, unable to complete her sentence as a new wave of pain crashed over her. The plastic of the birthing pool squeaked under her knees as she tried to find any position that would be even slightly more comfortable, her fingers squeezing tightly against Steve’s that were trapped in her iron grip.
“Yeah you can! Robinbird, look at you. You’re already doing it!” Steve said, completely in awe of her, acting like she was doing something special when she was just barely managing to hold on.
He had done this for the whole pregnancy. Every little thing, every milestone, all of it a marvel to him. Like she was brilliant, special, thriving when Robin had spent most of the last nine months alternating between crying, yelling, and crying some more. All of this over something that women went through every single day.
God she had been a mess and now she was messier than ever.
“No, Steve, I mean I don’t think I can do this alone,” Robin sobbed, the tears she had managed to hold back all day finally breaking through. She was hurting, confused, scared, and more than anything she wanted her own mama here with her, which was really something she never thought she would want.
One and done. One and done. She was only going to fuck up one kid. Just like her mom.
A delirious giggle cut through her sobbing, and Robin leaned her forehead against their conjoined hands, continuing to babble.
“I thought I could, I really did, but he’s here, and he’s mine, and I can’t do it alone, Steve. I can’t do this alone-”
Because that was the scary part, wasn’t it? She was alone. She had chosen to do this all by herself, ignoring every person, including her sainted mother, who tried to convince her to wait till she had a partner. She had ignored them all, so sure of herself and her abilities, and now all she could think about was how easy it was going to be to fuck this kid up when there was no one there to help her.
“Alone?” Steve said with a wild laugh, a slightly feral look in his eyes as he raised his free hand up and cupped Robin’s cheek, lifting up her head and brushing away her tears, letting her lean into his familiar, safe, touch, “Now who’s being a dingus?”
Robin shut her eyes against the latest contraction, taking a deep breath in, smelling Steve’s cologne as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, holding onto her tight through the pain. He had always done that. Period cramps, headaches, flu and colds, whatever had happened, Steve had been there.
Steve was here now.
Steve was here.
“Robin, you are not alone. You have never been alone, and you will never be alone,” He whispered furiously into her ear, reading her mind the way he always had, “As long as there is breath in my body, you and this baby will never be alone.”
He had proved it over and over again. Running to get ice cream at three am, holding her hand at every ultrasound, standing in front of their 'how many times have we cried' board, kneeling here on the floor for god knows how many hours it would take to get this GD baby out.
“You’re here?” Robin said softly into the space between just the two of them, her voice wobbling and shaky, but still alive.
“Forever.” Steve promised.
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Lizard 100% somehow using her connections that she gained while training under Rob Lucci to find Doll's mother and reunite them because she never got to know her mom. (and Lizard never tells anyone this but she views Robin as her mom and when they first see each other after the time skip she cries and calls her mombin)
Doll has up to this point believed that her mother was deceased. Shanks lied and said that she got really sick a couple of months after Doll was born and passed away, and she never considered that that might not be true.
Finding out that he not only lied about her mother dying, but also pretty much ruined her life by kidnapping Doll might be the start of her villain era. Holding her on the ship like a prisoner for her whole life is one thing, pretending like Uta didn't exist was another, but what he put Kailani through actually sends her over the edge. She goes from simply being fearful of him to actively hating him, she wants to see him suffer for what he's done.
A reunion between the two would be messy but heartfelt. Kailani hasn't been in a good state of mind since Doll was taken away, and she's drunk basically 24/7. It would take some time and effort, but once she realizes who Doll is, she's holding onto her for dear life and sobbing hysterically. Kailani has a large extended family so they're all going to be getting in on this, too.
The extremely unfortunate part is that Doll can't stay. She knows that if she does, Shanks will show up eventually and she wouldn't put it past him to hurt Kailani again. Leaving her after finally getting to properly meet the woman is excruciating, but she promises she'll be back.
She'll return as soon as she can guarantee that Shanks won't be able to hurt her mother ever again.
As for Lizard and Robin, I personally think she sees her more like a cool aunt than anything. She thinks it would be disrespectful to her mother to call anyone else that title after she died giving birth to her.
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@lazylittledragon did more Mombin (check it out here it's great) which I think means I might be contractually obliged to write more fic that is inspired by it. Like wowza I am obsessed with this concept
Tw: vomiting/morning sickness, reddit, discussions of cancer
Robin was dying.
That was the only explanation.
Dying.
And the worst part was, she was dying of something that was both incredibly funny, and incredibly sad, and she had been so desperate for answers that she had gone to a place no mortal should ever dare to go to.
Reddit.
Posted by u/familyvideobrokeme
I (24F) think that I might have breast cancer, and I have no idea how to tell my (25M) best friend.
So my best friend “Sam” and I have been attached at the hip for as long as I can remember. He’s not just a friend to me, he’s my person (and before you get any ideas- I’m a lesbian, so no, not happening.) we tell each other everything, even the super gross stuff neither of us wants to hear- like seriously he’s asked me to check his ass to see if he managed to pop the pimple he found there before- so I’ve never been in this position before…
But I think I’m dying of breast cancer, and I have no clue how to start this conversation.
It just came on really suddenly??? Like last month I was fine, and this month my boobs just hurt in this really weird way I’ve never experienced before? Like I’m sore and tingly and my bras don’t fit?! Boobs are kind of a joke between us though, so I feel like if I just blurt it out then he will start saying ‘boobie cancer’ over and over at me and we will just end up laughing and he’ll think I’m kidding.
Sam is also my roommate? I don’t know if that matters here? I also haven’t gone to a doctor yet, but there isn’t anything else this can be, right? Nothing else just magically makes your boobs hurt and get big?
Robin had made the post at three am the night before while crying and eating Ben and Jerry’s, and she had forced herself to not look at replies all night, even going as far as to shut her phone off entirely.
But now it was the next day, and she had steadfastly ignored the notifications from Reddit all the way through Saturday Brunch and Bitch.
She couldn’t ignore them anymore.
“You’re good if I work a little?” Robin asked, pulling her laptop close to her and carefully angling it so Steve couldn’t see the screen.
“As you wish,” Steve muttered, completely absorbed with whatever dog video he was watching.
“Dingus,” She whispered affectionately, an odd mixture of love and guilt crashing in her chest as she opened the website and logged into her account. She had over a thousand notifications now, and the comments were still rolling in as she opened her post and scrolled down.
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OP are you sure you’re not in love with Sam
Grapenuts
Dude she said she’s a lesbian
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Robin rolled her eyes. She had expected that, but she didn’t expect it to be the top comment. She quickly scrolled past.
Cheercaptainfromhell
OP I would definitely go to a doctor before anything else!
SmeddieSmunson
Seriously how has she gotten this far without going to a doctor??
The answer was easy. Robin was terrified of doctors. Why go to a doctor when Steve had EMT training?
Because in this instance she couldn’t ask Steve for help.
Robin kept scrolling.
Frenchiefreis
You might be pregnant honestly…I would take a test first
Headphilosopher
She’s a lesbian so I doubt it, but pregnancy can also cause those symptoms-
Robin snorted to herself, side eyeing Steve to make sure he didn’t look up when she did.
Did everyone just ignore the part where she said she was a lesbian?
…was Robin ignoring the part where being a lesbian didn’t mean fuck all when it came to her chances of getting pregnant?
Yes she was ignoring it because it was once just once and they had barely even gotten to do anything at all and-
Robin scrolled again, growing more and more desperate
Rummingbird
That doesn’t really sound like breast cancer to me My mom had similar things happen when she was pregnant though-
Another scroll. Another flutter of her heart.
No. It wasn’t that. She was dying. Dying was bad but the idea that she was…that she could be…
HyllyBRd
OP have you considered that you might be pregnant? I know that you’re a lesbian, but if you’ve had penetrative sex in the last month then you might want to consider-
“Are you going to be good for me?”
Robin gasped as the memory hit her, closing the reddit tab with a slam of her finger on the mouse pad, her entire body starting to softly shake as she panic opened a google tab.
Boobs hurt????
Not exactly the most scientific way of phrasing that question, but Robin needed an answer that didn’t involve nine long months of what the fuck. Luckily there was a read more question that got right to the heart of the issue.
What kind of breast pain indicates pregnancy?
It was going to say something completely different to what she had, and Robin was going to laugh, and then she would turn to Steve and let him know she was dying of boobie cancer.
It wasn’t going to be the same.
It wasn’t.
Robin looked at the screen.
Fuller. Sorer. Tingly pain that felt unlike anything else. Aka exactly what she had.
Robin’s fingers moved on autopilot, asking another question of Google
How late should my period be before I worry?
Worrying about what? She knew about what, but she couldn’t bring herself to type it, she couldn't even think of that word yet.
Google said after a week of missing your period it was time to see a doctor. Robin’s period was over three weeks late.
And a month ago-
A month ago…
“Fuck you’re so tight,” The woman above her whispered. Robin whimpered, unable to help herself as the stretch-
“I need to use the bathroom.” She blurted out, slamming her laptop shut and practically throwing it off of her, stomach twisting into knots.
“I’ll tell you what I tell my students Bobbin,” Steve said, barely looking up and completely unaware of her meltdown, “You don’t need to ask me for permission to go take care of your bodily functions,”
“Oh, shut up,” Robin replied, laughing breathlessly. It was such a stupid joke, such a meaningless stupid joke. But it was safe, and it was familiar, and if the sneaking suspicion creeping down Robin’s spine was true, then nothing would be safe and familiar again for a very long time.
She stood up, stopping to press a kiss to the top of Steve’s head as she walked by, just because that was familiar too and she needed it. Steve hummed, leaning over to bonk his head against her tummy as she passed him.
A bonk on the tummy that may or may not be-
Nope. It was a no. It was definitely a no. There was no possible way.
Robin was going to be sick.
She basically flew the last few steps to the bathroom, managing to lock it tight before she threw up in the sink. It was disgusting, and messy, and she pushed the tap on before kneeling down at the porcelain throne and continuing to hurl.
I need Steve.
It wasn’t even really a thought. She couldn’t think while throwing her guts up, that was an experience that required every bit of her attention and mind power.
No, not a thought, just an instinctual message from the universe, a pull from somewhere deep inside her that felt like more than just a truth.
Because Robin didn’t need Steve because she was throwing up. Or because she thought she might have boob cancer.
Robin needed Steve because she knew she was pregnant.
“Fuck me,” She groaned, leaning back from the toilet only to lean forward once more as the rest of brunch came back up.
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chá de caja
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Nome científico: Spondias mombin L.
Na medicina popular e na indústria farmacêutica é crescente a utilização
do cajá. A casca é aromática, adstringente e emética, constituindo um bom
vomitório nos casos de febres biliosas e palustres. Tem reputação de ser antidiarreica,
antidesintérica, antiblenorrágica e anti-hemorroidária, sendo a última
propriedade também atribuída à raiz. Já o chá das flores e das folhas alivia dores
de estômago, cistites, inflamações da garganta e dos olhos, e atua como tônico
cardíaco, relaxante muscular e estimulante sobre a atividade uterina. São úteis
contra febres biliosas e constipação do ventre.
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