#saw this and just sat eith my head in my hands for a few minutes recovering

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following Jon Matteson on twitter is a crazy ride

I JUST WOKE UP JON

[kurooandkenmasslut]

TENGEN UZUI X WIVES X PREGNANT!READER !!

Cake!

Notes: s/n means 'sons name'

"Don't you dare move a muscle (name)!" Tengen, your husband called. He has been keeping his eyes on you for the past 8 months, especially since you were expecting in a few days. You didn't cook like you always did with hinatsuru, your co-wife, and cooking for others seemed like it was her and your kinda thing.

Hinatsuru told you to lay down and not to stand to hurt your 'poor legs.'

"Hina, what are you making for dinner? Im kinda cravin- argh-" "(name), are you okay?" "(NAME)!" your co-wife called you in alarm, suma, asking if you were okay, even though it was painfully obvious that you were indeed not okay since your hand was gripping on tightly onto the couch and sweat dripping down your temple.

"I'll call tengen! TENGEN!!!" suma screamed, but then got hit on the head by your co-wife, makio, and told her to stop yelling and to just go get him. Tengen, his presence known as the 'Sound Hashira/Pillar' had heard your grunt of pain from a mile away and has been running down the stairs quickly.

"U-uhm guys? I-I think.." you stammered. It was happening. You were gonna give birth to you, tengen and your wives baby. Tengen put his arms under your legs and his other arm on your back. "Girls, I have to take her to the butterfly estate, quickly." He said, his voice wavering in slight worry for what your about to go through. He sent his flashy, fast, and serious crow to the butterfly estate, notifying his presence. He was deadly fast, almost flying to the estate.

"Tengen!" You groaned. "Yes yes I know my dear, we're almost there, just a minute and then we'll be there!" He said, his legs moving faster than he's ever did before. He stayed true to his word because you two did arrive less then a minute later, the doors slammed open, shinobu's lavender eyes searching for something, and that something is you and tengen. As soon as she saw you, she called the other nurses working there and they rushed into the room they prepared for you. The pain was bad, you were groaning non stop, and tengen hated seeing you in pain. He'd do anything to spare you some pain.

He bit his lip nervously, they took you out of his arms and laid you down onto the bed. You clutched tengens hand tightly, slightly prepared for what's about to happen.

"Just a few more pushes (name)!" Shinobu said, it was so overwhelming for you. You yelled, screamed out in pain. "Push (name)! You can do it!" "You can do it honey! Just keep going!" All the yelling stopped and for a second, it was quiet. But the silence ended with a baby crying loudly. You groaned out in relief.

"It's a... boy!" Shinobu announced, everyone cheered in the room while you mentally cheered, too exhausted to even speak, nevermind a cheer. "I'll go wash him now and give you some time alone." She said, smiling eith her eyes closed. You two nodded before all the nurses left the room, one asking if you needed anything just to call.

You were exhausted, but you opened your eyes again and looked at tengen, his face showed love. His eyes glimmered with tears, his mouth pointing upwards showing his gorgeous white teeth. His thumb gliding over your knuckles softly. His fuchsia eyes looking- no, admiring your face. He took his other hand and wiped away your tears.

"You did amazing, my love." He mumbled, which made you have a silly smile on your face. Shinobu came back with your baby washed, him sleeping soundly. You softly gasped at the small baby, although you never seen him until now, you've always loved him. And your sure you and tengen and your co wives do too.

Talking about them, someone knocked on the door three heads popping out of the door once tengen said that they could come in.

"(Name)!!!!" Suma cried, your sure she cried more tears then you did. Makio slapped her arm and she yelped and ran to tengen. Hinatsuru calmly walked over to you and sat on the edge of the bed, her violet eyes filling with tears once she saw him. The sight of you in a hospital gown (don't ask me how you got in it) and the newborn in your arms just made her tear up. Suma and Makio walked over to you and also took in the sight. Suma tried to hold in her cries while makio teared up. Suma laid down next to you cuddling to your side.

"Tengen." "Yes my dear? Do you need anything?" Tengen got up, ready to go out and ask the nurse to whatever you wished.

"Do you wanna hold him first?" That question shocked him, it made his legs weak. He nodded firmly before taking his trembling legs and over to you where you were lying. Your wives had moved out of the way, watching the most important moment of their lives happening before them. Tengen reached his arms out, and you placed your son into his arms. He brought him over more closer to him.

"Hey little guy.." He cooed. "So this is the little troublemaker that has been making my wife distressed huh?" He scolded in a whisper way. He looked up at his wives, they already knowing what they mean. Hinatsuru was first, he placed him into her arms, and he started waking up.

"Hes got your eyes, tengen." Hinatsuru mumbled and Tengen grinned. "Well of course, he's my boy after all." he bragged and you laughed. Tengen looked over at you. Suma was next, and she cooed and cooed over him. "Awhhh!! Just look how big and adorable his eyes look! Kyaa!!" She squealed. And last but not least, was makio. He started playing with her fingers. Suma was beside her and looking closely at his face. Big mistake. He then poked her eye with his small finger, making suma recoil. "I like him!" Makio grinned, and suma sulked.

Then tengen looked over at you. "Dear, you should rest, your exhausted." He mumbled and kissed the side of your head. You nodded before drifting off into a deep slumber.

TIMESKIP!

Your son, s/n, was 2 years old today, so you and your wives started decorating the house before tengen and your son came back. Hinatsuru was a few months pregnant, so she couldn't do much, but you and your wives were still very appreciative of her effort.

The plan was that tengen would take s/n out in the town and do some fun stuff with him for a few hours and then you and your co wives would decorate and make the cake.

"oi! Suma! Your doing that wrong dumby! You aren't supposed to put that in yet!" Makio scolded suma and hit her on the head, which made suma cry out in pain. "Ladies, please stop yelling, hina is sleeping." You said, you took the role of hinatsuru on trying to get them to stop messing.

Suma clutched onto your arm. "(Name) (name) (name)!!!! MAKIO'S BULLING ME!!" she squealed. You just patted her head and told them that the cake needed to be in the oven now. You and makio started decorating the cake while suma did some touches to the house decoration.

You heard some ringing, sort of like beads clashing together. But to your relief, it wasn't tengen, it was his crow. "Message from tengen uzui! Ahem.. I am on my way home with s/n! I know as soon as I enter our flashy home, it's gonna be even flashier! S/n is very excited!" The crow read aloud. As soon as you heard that he's coming home, your mind started a small panic and you rushed into making the writing for the cake.

The front door opened. And s/n looked about in darkness and hung onto tengens neck. Tengen entered the kitchen and turned on the lights, and him and s/n got a fright because you, suma, makio and hinatsuru were hiding behind the counter. Makio and you laughed at their reaction.

"Yayayayaya! This cake is delicious! I love cake, I love cake, I love cake.." suma sang and it seemed like s/n seemed to catch on because..

"Cake!" He squealed. Silence. You all stared at him in shock. "C..Cake?" You mumbled and teared up. You then rook s/n to your side and started smiling as teared rolled down goir cheeks. "He said his first word! He said it!" You weeped. You were happy but then a tad bit sad that he didn't say mama first.

S/n smiled and giggled. "Cake Cake cake cake cake!" He ranted and you all laughed. Tengen went close to your ear. "Wanna make another one?" He whispered silently and grinned, making you all red. "OI I HEARD THAT!" suma and makio screamed. "Hey hey hey! I was joking!" But was he really? He glanced over at you and winked, yep, he definitely was not joking.

[shutup-itsthewifeimagines]

ONLY us PART 4

As soon as the call cane through they were 10 minutes away, Riven ran through the school onlookers watching as he ran to the courtyard. Harvey had the greenhouse ready for his newest patient. Within seconds a car sped through the gates and stopped Marco ran out with Nyx in his arms still shaking. Riven quickly took her and sprinted to the greenhouse gaining unwanted attention. Bloom was holding Sky's hand as they walked into the greenhouse to see Riven pacing. "What have you heard so far?" Sky asked impatiently. "So far-" Riven tried to respond bug was cut off by Nyx's screaming, within seconds Riven was in the room holding her hand.

Marco was telling Dowling and Silva everything that he knew, a of them were confused as she had lived whilst no-one that had been captured by the burned ones was still alive to tel the gut-wrenching tale. When they entered the greenhouse the could see Riven stroking her face as she held desperstely onto his hand with an iron-grip. When thetorturewas complete the room came to silence. Her eyes opened the wound was still there at least till the burned one was dead. "Can everyone leave?" Dowling said. Everyone else had gone but Ruven had yet to leave. "Riven go" Dowling said but Riven's head shook Dowling began to say her words again but was stopped by Nyx's weak voice "no" Riven sat back on the bed and stroked her face calmly. "What happened?" Dowling began to question. "I was taken as my father stood there and watched doing nothing" She said nonchalantly. With that the two teenagers stood up and walked to Rivens room. As they walked through the doors they broke out laughing at what she said to Dowling. "I can't believe that Nyx Silva just stood up for herself against Farah Dowling" Riven said a smile growing across his face. "Did you see her face?" Nyx said as they walked to Rivens room. He hummed in response.

When the two got to his room Riven helped her onto his bed. "Riv pass me a fag" "Seriously you come back from being captured, you walk away from Dowling and you ask for a fag?" He said laughing. "Just give me one I haven't had one in a week" he laughed and passed Nyx one. As they smoked a sense of calm washed over them. "You know I was broke without you" he said looking at her  "I think- no I know I love you Ny-" He said smiling. But was stopped as the door swung open. "Dad?" "Nyx get to your room now" "What the fuck?" "Don't speak to me like that young lady" he said louder, Riven grabbed my waist but stopped as he saw my dad's glare.

As Nyx limped out of Rivens dorm all he could think about was how much he lived that girl. Nyx walked into her room only to be shouted at. "What the hell was that Nyx? I thought I told you to stop calling him, now for that youw I'll be locked in here." He said eith that he left and locked the door. After a few hours I started to get dizzy, I clicked on my phone and tried to call Sky- no answer. Then I tried Riv still no answer before I knew it I passed out on the floor.

Sky ran into his room Bloom hot on his tail. "Riv have you seen Nyx?" He asked catching his breath. He hadn't answered the phone as he and Bloom werebusy. "No why?" He asked looking at his phone seeing a missed call. "I missed a few calls" Sky said trying not to mention what he was doing. "Shit. So did I. Last time I saw her she went of with Silva, he was pretty angry." With that they both started sprinting to her room. The both of them started pushing against it till the lock broke of and they were inside. Riven looked around till he found her passed out bleeding on her bedroom floor. "Sky!" Hh shouted he lifted up her shirt to see the infection was almost a her heart. Shit. He started chanting "Please don't leave me" under his breath. Sky ran into the room to see his sister on the floor. He picked her up gently and sprinted to Harvey's Greenhouse. "Do something!" He yelled gaining everyone's attention as he slammed open the glass door Riven on his tail.

Harvey sprang into work. Doing everything he could well that was until. Her heart stopped. Her lungs took there last breath. Nyx Dusk Silva was dead.

[lilahisntsadanymore]

hiii! can you do a rafe x fem!reader fan fic where rafe is super bummed out and has the worst day and just needs y/n’s affection? ty!!

Hey! Thank you for the request and I'm sorry it took me a while to write. I hope this is what you wanted:)

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Broken mirror

"Hey, Y/n, could you come to my house soon?" said Rafe's voice when Y/n picked up her phone.

"Sure. You don't sound alright, what happened?"

"Just...come. Please."

Rafe sounded hurt, sad and as if he was done with everything. Y/n put on her shoes quickly and rushed to Rafe's house that was a few minutes of a walk away.

Many thoughts ran through Y/n's head, she was really worried. Anything could be the reason of Rafe's sadness. Problems with drugs? Obviously. Problems with the drug dealer? Even more possible. A fight with Ward? Probably.

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At the door of the Camerons' house, Y/n was greeted by Rafe's father, Ward. He had a smile on his face, but it was fake. This man had this vibe in him that was screaming there's something evil about him. He is great at manipulating people, so most of them didn't notice that, but Y/n knew he is a bad person. She wouldn't ever forget all the stories Rafe told her about Ward, how he clearly favors Sarah and shows Rafe affection only when he needs something from him. And Rafe was always ready to help his father, because he needed his appreciation that he never got.

"Oh, hi there." Ward greeted Y/n.

"Evening," the girl replied coldly, "is Rafe in his room?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because I wanted to see him."

Not waiting for Ward to say anything else, Y/n walked upstairs to Rafe's room. She knew the way, because she was coming over quite often. And she would come there even more often if Ward and Rose found out Rafe is dating Y/n. Not that they were oblivious to it, they had suspicions, but didn't pressure Rafe. And neither Rafe nor Y/n wanted to tell Ward and Rose about their relationship, it was just better that way for now.

Y/n knocked on the door of her boyfriend's room. She did it softly, but loud enough for Rafe to hear.

As soon as Y/n stepped inside, Rafe walked up to her and hugged her. After pulling away, Y/n closed the door behind her and looked at her boyfriend's face. His eyes were a bit puffy with dilated pupils.

"Were you crying?" The girl grabbed Rafe's face in her soft hands. "And doing coke?"

Rafe frowned at the disappointed look on Y/n's face. He knew she didn't want him to use drugs, but he couldn't stop.

She threatened to leave him a few times before if he didn't stop, but she never left. Rafe took Y/n for granted. He didn't care about fighting his addiction, because he knew Y/n wouldn't leave no matter how many times she threatens to do it. Was it toxic? Was Rafe toxic? Maybe. Would he admit it? No.

Rafe put his right hand on one of Y/n's hands. Then she noticed blood on his hand, mostly on his palm. She let go of his face.

"What the hell did you do?" Y/n asked, trying to not sound angry. She thought that her being angry was the least thing Rafe needed right now.

"I-... I was pissed off, okay?" Rafe replied hesitantly and gave a quick glance to the opened door of his bathroom.

Y/n walked to the bathroom and saw a broken mirror. On the floor there were small pieces of it. She looked at Rafe eith compassion. She felt sorry for him.

"Come here." Y/n said so she could wash his hand. He was hesitant about it, but eventually let her. She took the ring off of his finger, then turned the water on. Cold water was running down Rafe's hand as Y/n was washing blood away.

Rafe couldn't stop looking at his girlfriend. She was so caring. So beautiful. He loved her so much and was so thankful for her. He didn't know what would he do without Y/n.

"Did you squeeze the broken pieces in your hand or something?"

"Uh...maybe."

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Once Y/n finished cleaning Rafe's hand, they sat down on his bed. Without a word, Rafe embraced Y/n and started crying. Y/n hugged him, sliding her hand up and down his back to comfort him.

"I need you." Rafe muttered, hiding his face in his girlfriend's neck. "I feel so pathetic."

"I'm here, Rafe. Calm down, I'm here." Y/n whispered.

After a few minutes Rafe managed to calm down and stop crying. He pulled away from Y/n. She looked at him and asked:

"So, what happened? Can I help?"

Rafe chuckled softly. He thought it's so cute how she always tries to help. He usually wouldn't let her, but still.

"I doubt you can," Rafe put his hand on Y/n's lap, "it's some unfinished business with Barry, a fight with those Pogues, and dad has been overly difficult to deal with recently."

"Did you get in trouble with Barry again? Do you need money?"

Rafe thought a few seconds about the answer. Y/n lent him some money to pay Barry before. He hasn't given it back, because he was out of money currently. He would need to ask Ward. As much as Rafe wanted to borrow some more money from Y/n, there was some dignity left in him that stopped him from doing it.

"No, no, I'll be alright."

"Okay. Do you want me to talk to the Pogues?"

"Oh no, I don't want you to have to deal with...them."

"And since I can't really help with your dad, is there anything else I can do?"

"Yes...just, stay with me."

"I'll stay here as long as you want."

It was all Rafe needed in that moment. To feel the closeness of the girl he loved. They spent the whole evening in Rafe's room. Rose interrupted once, brining them some tea. Warm tea and cuddles with Y/n were perfect.

"I love you." Rafe said. "Please don't ever leave me."

"I won't, I love you too much to leave." Y/n assured, placing a kiss on Rafe's lips.

The girl didn't even know how much Rafe needed her that day. Her affection helped him heal on the worst day he's ever had. She was the sunshine that would never disappear from his sky, even if clouds were the darkest shade of gray.

Rafe hugged her tightly and kissed her. Sometimes he felt guilty for asking Y/n for help. He felt as if he was making her deal with his problems and it couldn't be good. But Y/n didn't mind. She loved Rafe and wanted to always be there for him.

[justatidalwaveoffeelings]

Ok, so I don't write. I have never written a fanfic. This doesn't have a name and it's probably poorly written. It's Rachel's point of view around the time of Cammie's second kidnapping attempt. I was bored and I had this idea stuck in my head so here it is. I debate not even posting it but what the hey🤷🏼‍♀️

@averagejoesolomon you totally got me hooked on the Rachel only calls Matt, Matthew. So all the credit to you on that one!

This whole thing is basically read at your own risk. Haha

Just like that, what she had left of her world was crumbling. It happened so quickly. Rachel hadn't seen what had happened. She just knew that one moment she had been talking to Cynthia McHenry and the next she felt her instincts as an operative hit her like a swift punch to the gut.

Something was wrong. She looked around the ballroom looking for Cammie but she didn't see her. She didn't see any of her freinds or even that Goode boy. Never one to be dissuaded from her mission, she  decided to look for Abby. She at least she might know where her neice was.

As much as her sister annoyed her, she was happy to have her back in her life. However temporary it might be. She was aware how an operative's life gets crazy. She knew her sister was dedicated but she didn't know how far they would be pulled apart when she stepped out of the field after Matthew's passing. They had just recently talked about why there hadn't been much contact between the two of them in recent years. Why Abby had walked farther away from Rachel and Cammie and deeper into her various covers. Rachel knew the guilt the came with losing Matthew. The countless nights that kept her up thinking about what might have happened if she told if him to stay home. If she had pulled the "wife card" and asked him not to keep secrets. She knew that Abby had been hurt. Rachel had never lived through anything harder. It didn't surprise her that everyone else who also loved him felt the same. When he died there was a very real whole in each of their hearts. She had suspected Abby just didn't know how to miss Matthew with her. After all, her sister had never been one to grieve in front of others. Rachel hadn't know just how deep routed her sister's guilt and regret had dragged her. Rachel regretted not going to get her baby sister back sooner after Matthew's passing but she hadn't wanted to press Abby too hard in a time of grief for both of them.

Now, if only she could FIND HER.  Her sister always had a knack for being where she wasn't supposed be. So, if Rachel could think if the most inconvenient spot for someone to be she might find her.

When she had finished looking around the ballroom the hair on the back of her neck started to stand on end. She felt a cold sweat start. Her blouse was too tight. She pulled at her collar and silently chastised herself being so obviously uncomfortable. Rachel wanted to tell her instincts to shut up, that nothing was wrong. She knew better though, something was off.

She felt eyes. She pretended to check her make-up in a small compact while checking behind her. She locked on a familiar pair of green eyes staring back at her. Of course he was there. She had just checked the whole room and hadn't spotted him once. If Joe was about to poke fun about her being off now was not the time. When she turned to face him she realized that he wore an expression just as grim as her own.

"You got the same sick feeling in your gut?"

Before she could respond something seemed to dawn on Joe.

"Where's Cammie, Rachel?"

"I don't know. I've been looking for her, or her roommates. Even Abby."

"Zach". Joe mumbled the boy's name. "He's probably with her, right? Did you see them slip out?"

"No, well maybe, but if I knew that I wouldn't be so gosh darn worried now would I, Joseph?!" She hadn't meant to snap but she was feeling worse by the second. Now her instincts seemed to be at work on her stomach.

When the shot went off they didn't question where it had come from. They didn't need to wait for some sort of command. Old habits did truly die hard.  They were across the ballroom in seconds. Not drawing the attention of a single onlooker. They slipped out the back door into a dark ally. The Circle. They were there. Beside her Joe started to speak into thier comms unit. There was a big problem. Rachel looked for Cammie. She was being snagged back down the ally, toward the safety of the door by Zach. Neirher of them was bleeding. She was able to breath agian. The bullet could have been a warning shot. It didn't feel that way though. Where did it land?

She brought herself back to the scene. They were after her daughter and she had to protect her daughter. The kids were fighting like operatives. That was something the headmistress in her couldn't have missed and was quietly proud of. Now only if they could all get out of it. Other gallagher girls rushed out beside her, ready for the fight, ready to protect Cammie.

The second that Rachel could she ran at Cam. Yelling Cammie's name she threw herself against her daughter, deeper into the shadows of other gallagher girls. Farther into safety. Only after the immediate securing of Cammie did Rachel realize that people were still screaming. It was Macey standing over.....

Abby. Abby. Abigail. She knew Cammie was secured. Joe would help make sure of it. She needed to get to her sister. She needed to help her sister. She was bleeding from the shoulder, there was so much blood pooling beneath her. Rachel couldn't breathe. She couldn't catch her breathe. Rachel had always been cool under fire; a natural operative. This felt so different. The operative in her was mad for missing the fight. For not getting there in time. The mother in her was scared and hurting for her daughter. The sister in her felt cheated and so very crushed. She couldn't lose Abby on top of everything else. Her heart beat to one terrible pulse-  She was not ready to lose anymore family. She dropped to her knees beside her sister. She didn't know if she had told Macey to go back to her roommates but she got up and walked away. Rachel pressed some leather jacket into her sister's wound. She didn't realize that she was crying until she saw her own tears falling on Abby's face. Rachel was screaming. She really. couldn't. breath. She heard screaming and crying in the background. Cammie. She couldn't take this or rather she didn't want to. Her sister way dying in front of her and her daughter was being emotionally tormented. She debating getting up, but she couldn't stop crying. She didn't want Cammie to see her so emotionally distraught and she couldn't bring herself to her feet. Cammie would have to be strong.

Joe was on the seeminly knew what she was thinking because instead of coming toward Abby he commanded the women around Cammie. Keeping her safe. Cammie's sobbing became softer. Rachel's didn't.

She didn't get up when the paramedic team arrived. She wasn't going to leave Abby. She couldn't lose her. She didn't feel like a good operative in control. She felt like a big sister, weak from all that crying. She felt Joe behind her. Pulling her up from her knees. Trying to tell her to let go of Abby's hand. She forced Joe to let go of her arms. Desperate to be the one who fixed it. To do something, anything. All she could do was tell the medic what she saw, and tell Abby that she was going to be ok.

When she turned back around he was there. Teary but not crying yet.

"She's strong. She'll pull through". He tried to reassure her but his voice shook. His hand on her arm felt unsteady. Joe never cried. It was going to be a long night. She had to keep busy. She went to check on her daughter. She couldn't lose any more of her family. 

Rachel saw the footage. She knew in that it all happened in a few minutes. It felt like this night would never end. She watched that security footage obsessively outside of her office, sitting on the corridor floor with her head on the wall, right underneath Gilligan's sword. Cavan's sword. Maybe Abby was right. They should have thrown it in the lake. Her daughter was asleep inside her office, away from danger for now. Abby was in surgery. Abby might of died. Abby could still die. Every time she let herself linger on that fact she felt like crying all over again. So, she didn't let herself think of it. She watched the security clip again waiting and watching for a clue. Something. She couldn't truly focus on it though. She was too tired or emotionally distraught. It didn't matter the reason, she knew that a truly great operative had to know when to wave her white flag. In that moment she didn't even feel a little guilty about turning off the video.

Joe stepped out of her office. She did a double take, the last time she had seen him look that way was the night he told her about Matthew. He had been crying. Joe Solomon does not cry. There he was though. He face was streaked eith tears and his shoulders shook slightly. She braced herself for the worse but he just stood there. He looked awful. She moved forward to give him a hug. She couldn't help herself, she started crying again too. Rachel hated to cry in front of anyone but she figured that this secret was safe with him, just like any of the other she had shared with him.  She was thankful that she had a freind in him. Thankful that someone else loved Cammie and was willing to fight for her. 

After a moment they separated and sat down on the corridor floors.

"I'm so sorry Rachel. I'm so so sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything."

"Joe. After everything that's happened tonight, we are not going over this again..  Its not your fault". Joe started to cry again. Rachel hadn't seen Joe cry so much. She couldn't resist asking him

"What?"

He looked at her pitifully. "You don't know whats my fault, belive me. I.... I think you should think it's my fault."

She wasn't suprised that he was saying these things. She knew of course that he felt guilty. Matt went on the mission he was supposed to. She just wished that he didn't get so hung up on it.

He continued "This never would have happened if Matt were here. He would have taken care of it, you know?"

Of course she didn't know that to be true but she had felt it as well. She didn't want to dwell on what it could have been so she told him that they didn't know that. That he couldn't control who the director sent on that mission. The circle might have come after Cammie even if Matt was alive. Matthew was just a human being, who made mistakes. They didn't know if Matthew being alive would change everything. Joe didnt seem convinced though and Rachel couldn't blame him. It was well worn territory in a familiar conversation. They didnt truly fight, but when it came to blame about Matthews death they didn't exactly see eye to eye. Rachel thought about Matt. It struck her though that as bad as it was at times it could also be worse. Rachel thought about losing Cammie or Abby or even Joe and shuddered. She didn't want to lose anymore family.

She tried to reassure him

"Hey, it will be ok. We will take care of it together ok? We'll all take care of one another. We will do the best we can. Just promise me we will try. Ok?"

Joe had stopped crying but his attention seemed to be drifting.

"I'll try...ok?" It sounded so defeated. Rachel didn't want to press him further. Everyone had already had such a rough night. She let the conversation go until he quipped.

"I feel like I should be telling you these things."

They couldn't help each giving a small laugh

They sat there. They waited for a doctor to come tell them that Abby would make it. They sat and waited for Cammie to wake up. Theorized ways to keep her out of harms way. They talked about surviving. All of them. Together.

Rachel rested in knowing that at least for that day. She wasn't losing any more family. 

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Dog of the Military- Chapter 15

Chapter 15- Morning Courtmartial

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Roy Mustang showed up outside the dorms at 8:30am sharp. It was 8:37 when Edward came racing down the stairs, in his military blues with a large suit of armor clanking hurriedly behind him.

Ed fairly dove into the passenger seat, with Alphonse squeezing into the entirety of the backseat, and Ed turned to look at Mustang like he was possessed. "Drive!"

"Put your seat belt on." Roy said, giving him a look.

Ed frantically did so, and Roy was heading over to central command.

"Shit are we gonna be late? I couldn't find a hair tie that wasn't red I didn't know what the military regulations were so I transmuted it black." Ed's hair wasn't in its trademark braid- rather, it was in a high ponytail behind him. His uniform was a little rumpled, and his collar was a mess, but these were all things that could be fixed.

"Calm down. We're not going to be late, but we won't be able to stop and grab breakfast like I planned either, so you'll have to hold out til lunch." Roy remarked.

Ed nodded, seeming to calm down slightly at this.

"Are you doing okay?" Roy shot his youngest subordinate a look.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Ed said, nodding. Though there wasn't too much belief behind the statement.

"I'm going to be so nervous, waiting upstairs in the office to hear what's going on." Al piped up from the back.

"Try not to worry too much, Alphonse- the team will be watching the proceedings, and they'll come upstairs periodically under the guise of a break to update you."

"Alright." Alphonse seemed to settle for the moment. Edward's leg kept bouncing nervously, and they pulled up outside central command at ten minutes to nine. They parted ways, with Alphonse heading upstairs and Roy and Ed heading towards the courtroom, deeper on the first floor of Central command.

The hallways were busy with people in all sorts of military blues- Ed's eyes widened as he saw everyone assembled. Roy placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, steering him into the men's room just outside the courtroom.

"Do you have to go?" he asked, giving the boy a once-over.

Ed shook his head. "No. Why are we in here, anyways?"

"Because you were getting overwhelmed and I need to touch up your uniform." Roy said calmly. He started with the boy's long military jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles and straightening the boy's rank pins. He moved up to Ed's collar next, folding it down properly, before looking at Ed's hair- he wet his hands in the sink and smoothed down Ed's trademark blond antenna, before nodding and standing up straight. "Much better. You look like quite the solider, Fullmetal."

"Yeah. Now if only I could feel like one. Brigadier General Basque Grand was out there." Ed muttered to himself, looking down at his boots.

"A lot of high profile people are here, Ed. This trial has ruffled some feathers, I'm not gonna lie. But how you carry yourself in there- how you think and behave- will affect how you're treated."

"They'll just look at me like a kid anyways."

"Stop it." Mustang hissed, using two fingers to tilt Edward's chin up so the boy was looking him in the eyes. "I know you're nervous, and you have a right to be, but self pity and doubt have no place here, Edward."

Roy reached down into Edward's pocked, putting out the boy's state alchemist watch and dangling it in front of him. "You are the Fullmetal Alchemist. I watched you put blood sweat and tears into earning this watch. You are a prodigy- you have seen atrocities and come back eager to live on anyways. You are a soldier under my command. I didn't give you this watch. You earned it. You could kick the asses of nearly everyone in that court room, save myself and a few others, without a problem. So you act like it- you look them in the eyes and you tell them everything. I need you to trust me, Edward- if you testify to the best of your abilities, he'll be found guilty. I promise."

Ed looked up at him- eyes that were swimming with uncertainty becoming hard with determination and purpose. The fire was burning bright again, and Ed pursed his lips and nodded. "Alright."

"Don't forget- you're the Fullmetal Alchemist, Hero of the People. Make them remember that."

"I will."

They both turned, exiting the restroom and striding into the courtroom, down the aisles and to their side of the benches. Their court appointed lawyer, Marissa Jennings, was a pretty woman in military blues with dark hair and brown eyes- she nodded to Mustang as they found their seats behind their table. Ed hadn't met the woman, but Roy had had countless meeting with her over the past two weeks to prepare, and he was very familiar with her.

On the other side of the courtroom, behind the small table sat Colonel Banks and Lieutenant Shaw, and the defendant's lawyer, an older, be speckled man in his sixties eith salt and pepper hair and a gray goatee.

Before both tables was the Judge's desk on an elevated platform, and to the left was the bleachers for the jury- a group of about twelve. Behind the tables where the prosecuting and defending parties sat, there was a small wooden railing and benches for spectators to watch.

Roy noted Basque Grand sitting behind Colonel Bank's side of the courtroom, as well as a smattering of unfamiliar soldiers. Banks had clearly brought his men as well.

But it was no match for Ed's side of the courtroom. Havoc, Breda, Falman, Furey, Hawkeye, Scheska, Hughes, Armstrong, and several of the receptionists that Ed would help by fixing broken vases and flower pots all sat at the ready. The proceedings were about to being.

The door to the courtroom flew open, and Roy nearly fell out of his chair. Scowling in the doorway, General Olivier Armstrong strode into the room,her sidearm and sword at her side, with Miles beside her, his sunglasses present as always.

She stalked into the room, and it nearly fell silent, before flopping to sit beside her brother, who sat in support of Edward, exhaling harshly through her nose.

"Olivier- so glad you could make it! You hardly ever respond to my letters." Armstrong had started to sparkle.

Olivier scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself. I came here because I was pissed, not because of that sappy letter. This whole torture fiasco happened at Goldenfield- the North is my territory, and when bullshit happens I like to see who's held accountable." She brushed her bangs from her face. Though Roy didn't miss the way she craned her neck to get a look at Edward.

Who knew- perhaps General Armstrong actually cared?

"All rise- the honorable judge Mason Freeman presiding." the baliff barked. The sound of chairs scraping as everyone in the room hurried to stand was the only sound.

The judge- a rather wise looking man in his sixties- strode to his desk with ease, before he was sitting down. "Good morning. At ease, everyone. Let it be noted on the record today the case of Flame vs Banks has begun."

Everyone sat down, and the judge nodded toward Ed's bench.

"We will begin with the charges brought against the accused. Colonel Roger Banks, you have been accused of the unlawful imprisonment and torture of a state alchemist, Major Edward Elric. How does the accused plead?"

"Not guilty, Sir."

The judge nodded. "Very well. We will hear your arguments shortly. For now, let us proceed with the incident reports received, beginning with the mission report from the Fullmetal Alchemist himself. Jennings?"

The woman representing Ed stood up, shuffling papers. "Of course, your honor. On the fifth of September, Major Edward Elric received orders to head north and conduct a covert mission for the Amestrian military. He returned on the morning of September ninth, as planned, but rather than being allowed to return to Central city and report to his commanding officer, the boy was detained, restrained, beaten, and abused. The medical records show Edward received six cigarette burns to the lower left abdomen, a broken rib, a 3 inch laceration on his left bicep requiring 17 stitches, 3 lacerations on his back, from a knife, one of which required an additional twelve stitches to close, a black eye, and severe contusions to the chest. His mistreatment lasted for a day and a half, at which point his superior arrived, discovered the Major's condition, and got the boy medical help. I will now read, verbatim, the mission reports submitted to the court by Edward Elric and Roy Mustang, followed by the Doctor's report regarding Ed's injuries."

The first hour of the court session was the lawyer reading Ed's mission report, then Mustangs, and continuing on with the doctor's report. Ed was rather relieved that he could just sit and listen. It was clear the woman representing them was more comfortable in a courtroom than he was.

"This concludes my report of evidence from the prosecution, your honor." the woman finished.

The judge nodded. "And does the defendant have any evidence which they wish to present?"

The elder lawyer stood. "Yes, Sir. I am presenting the reports of Colonel Roger Banks and Lieutenant Shaw, verbatim."

"The secret mission Edward Elric was sent on was of immense importance for national security. Following our rendezvous, Edward expressed his interest in returning to Central city as soon as possible. I agreed this was the best course of action, but as the boy's superior, righteously demanded that he give his report and findings to me before leaving. Fullmetal adamantly refused, and when repeatedly prompted, answered with blatant disrespect. Had it been a matter of lesser importance, I would've written the boy up and let him go. But due to the immensely sensitive information the boy had, I felt I could not let him leave without reporting to me. It wasn't in the best interests of the nation."

"Following his staunch refusal and obstinence, I disciplined the boy physically, and continued to do so. I am not a man without conscience, but I had to put the good of the nation over the good of one unruly boy. I was nearly to the point of extracting the information when the boy's commanding officer- who identified himself as the Flame Alchemist- trespassed in my office and intimidated my Lieutenant into taking him to see the boy."

"When I attempted to confront the man for his intrusion into my office and blatant disregard for my command, I was brutally assaulted, receiving first degree burns on my hand, and my life threatened if I refused to leave. By the time I felt it prudent to return, the Flame Alchemist and the Fullmetal Alchemist were gone."

Roy frowned at the report.

The lawyer paused, clearing his throat. "Now- onto the incident report of Lieutenant Margaret Shaw, dated October twentieth-"

Roy's hand touched the table the defense lawyer had her paper's spread out, and he shifted in his seat to sit forward a little.

"Objection!" The lawyer was cut off by their lawyer, and everyone looked over at him, even the judge.

"What is the nature of this objection, Jennings?"

"Mr. Elric was reported to have been scheduled to return from his mission on the ninth of October. His commanding officer retrieved him on the afternoon of the tenth of october. The fact that this report was filed so late is likely due to the fact that Lieutenant Shaw wouldn't have filed a report about the imprisonment and abuse of power at all, had it not been for her commanding officer receiving a summons for court martial a few days earlier and covering her tracks."

"This is all speculation, your honor." the elderly defense lawyer protested, moving his glasses further up his nose.

"Jennings, you may continue, but keep it short." the judge advised, looking interested.

"I'd like to know the date Colonel Banks filed his incident report." Jennings asked.

The defense lawyer shuffled his papers. "October nineteenth was the date Colonel Banks filed his report."

"Interesting. So this alleged abuse of power occurs from the ninth to tenth of October, Colonel Banks is assaulted so viciously by the Flame alchemist in the line of duty, and yet despite all of this, he waits nine days to file a report. And his subordinate, who also witnessed such abuse, files her report one day after. Despite the fact that officers are required to file reports of incidents within forty eight hours. It almost seems as though the defendants were scrambling and after receiving their court summons, sat down and put their story together to avoid any gaps and inconsistencies, and then submitted them a day apart."

"My report is my own, Ma'am. While it is true that Colonel Banks and I discussed the matter after receiving our summons, my report was filed directly to central- Colonel Banks never read it." Lieutenant Shaw spoke up.

"I can attest to this, as I notarized the document." the lawyer agreed.

"I see. Still, the timing is awfully convenient. That's all I have to say on the matter, your honor."

The judge nodded. "The defense may continue."

Lieutenant Shaw's report was read verbatim, as well. It didn't contain the blatant falsehoods Colonel Banks had- rather, Shaw had chosen to stick to facts.

"At approximately 9am Edward Elric returned to our fort and expressed a desire to go home after completing his mission. He proceeded to another room with Colonel Banks and I didn't see him afterwards. At approximately 10am, I received a call from the boy's commanding officer, inquiring if Edward had returned as planned. I confirmed that Edward Elric had indeed returned and that he intended to get a train out of central soon."

"In the afternoon, at approximately 1pm, Colonel Banks was stepping out for lunch. I still had not seen Major Elric and inquired if he'd purchased his train ticket home yet, as he seemed eager to do in the morning. Colonel Banks said the boy was resting upstairs before he left, tired from his mission. I noticed the Colonel carrying Elric's black coat and inquired why- he told me he was going to get it cleaned for the boy so he could travel home in comfort."

"At the end of the day, I still had not seen Edward. I stepped into the Colonel's office to say goodnight to my commanding officer, and found him sititng at his desk. On his desk, was Elric's coat, cut into scraps. I asked the Colonel if Edward had left yet. Colonel Banks confirmed my suspicions that Edward was still in the building, but said it was a matter of national security that he get the information from the boy. I was in no position to argue with my superior, so I quietly left. On a hunch, I went downstairs to the cells where unruly citizens are kept and found Major Elric hung from the wall by his wrists, dirty and in some degree of pain. He looked up at me and asked if I was there to burn him as well. I asked him how I could help- he asked me for water. I brought him a mug of it and gave it to him quickly before leaving for the night. I trusted my commanding officer to handle the issue."

"Colonel Banks instructed me to have all questions about the Fullmetal Alchemist's condition forwarded to him. I followed these orders, forwarding the phone inquiry of the Flame Alchemist to Colonel Banks early in the morning. That afternoon, however, when the Flame Alchemist arrived, he was quite agitated, and I thought it prudent to show him to Elric immediately to avoid further conflict. Colonel Banks went to speak to the man and returned with a burned hand a destroyed firearm. After I treated my commanding officer for his injuries, I took the suitcase Elric had left in our fort in the room he'd stayed in previously and dropped it off at the local inn on the hunch they were staying there."

Colonel Banks looked over at Margaret, a bit of disapproval behind his eyes, but not much of it.

"Your honor." Jennings, dark haired and bold as always, spoke up. "I would like to ask Lieutenant Shaw a few more questions."

"In due time, Jennings." the judge frowned, squinting at the courtroom clock. "It's nearly noon. I declare a half hour recess, and then we will reconvene for cross-examination of the involved parties. Adjourned." the judge slammed his gavel down, and the courtroom broke into a flurry of activity as everyone rose to grab lunch.

Team Mustang normally would've gathered in the cafeteria, but since Alphonse was stuck upstairs in the office, they elected to grab food and eat with him. Plus, seeing Ed was likely to ease his mind.

Ed grabbed a ham sandwich as they hurried upstairs.

"Nice job Chief!" Havoc clapped a hand on his shoulder as he sat on Mustang's couch and started to eat. "I don't think I've ever seen you sit still for that long before!"

Ed had to fight the blush creeping up his cheeks.

"How was it, brother? Are you alright?" Al asked.

Ed took a bite of his sandwich. "I'm fine. I didn't have to do much of anything, it was mostly lawyers reading reports and making statements."

"Still, you seem to be making quite the case. The lawyer representing you- Jennings- is on her game." Hawkeye spoke up.

"Yes, she certainly is." Roy conceded. Probably because he'd spent over six hours with her going over the particulars of the case this past week. But still, she was tenacious and on the ball, and Roy liked her.

The door to the office burst open, and Hughes came running in. "Ed! You did great out there! Were you nervous?"

"A little." Ed took another bite of his sandwich and chewed.

"Right." the light reflected off Hughes glasses, showing his seriousness, as he stepped forward. "Well, this afternoon they're going to do the cross examinations. So you'll have to go up on the witness stand and answer questions about your report. Everyone will be watching. So you're going to need to have nerves of steel and think on your feet. They'll do anything they can to make you slip up."

"R-right." Ed was looking nervous.

"I figured you'd be stressed, so I brought some pictures of my darling Elicia to help calm your nerves!" Roy was right back to his fawning father self, pulling out a rather large stack of photos. "Here she is in her footie pajamas, and here she is with her new teddy bear..."

Hawkeye exchanged glances with Roy. They let Hughes ramble on for a few more minutes before Hawkeye was shooing him out of the office.

"You should finish that sandwich up- we have to head back down soon." Roy nodded to Ed, looking at the clock.

"I'm done." Ed said simply, setting down the half-eaten sandwich and standing. Ed hardly ate anything- that meant he was nervous.

Roy placed a hand on his shoulder as they ducked out of the office and headed back towards the courtroom. No matter what was to come in cross examinations- he'd do his best to protect Ed.

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Insanity - Chapter 1

Description: She was an angel who came across the devil himself and her existence drove him insane.

Pairing: Sangyeon x Reader

Genre: Mafia au

Warning: Mentions of blood. Swearing.

"Shouldn't have stayed long! Shouldn't have helped Minsu. Should have gone home earlier. God why is it so dark." You ranted to yourself as you closed down the cafe and looked up at the sky. The moon was mostly covered by some cloud and only few little stars were there. You sighed. The lack of moonlight and the lack of proper lightning on the streets made everything so creepy. On top of that it was really late for you. You were jalf glad that you didn't stayed with your parents. Oh they would have given you a whole speech on how dangerous it is if you ever got back home to them late at night. The cafe you worked at was owned by Minsu's family. She was your bestfriend. She was usually the one who closed down the shop at the end of the day which was usually at around 10:30pm. For her it was nothing as her house was just a block away. But your house was a little far. She had a date tonight and had literally begged you to close down for her for the night. You had agreed even though you were a little hesitant. You weren't a fan of staying out till late. Putting the keys inside your bag and your phone in your hand you started walking down the streets. Your breath hitching everytime you heard some sort of noise. You completely stilled in front of an narrow alleyway which was dark when you heard a hush voice. "Fuck fuck fuck." You heard someone curse with a groan in a hush voice. You gulped willing yourself to not look at the dark. You walked forwards gripping your phone.

'What if it is someone who needs my help? What if someone is in dire need of help and if I just walk away they might get hurt and fuck it would be my fault.' You thought to yourself. "Oh screw this!" You groaned stomping your foot on the concrete. You turned back and walked inside the dark alley turning the torch of your phone on using it as the source of light to guide you. "H-Hello! Is anyone here?" You called out shivering. You looked at each side to see who it was. You almost stopped breathing when your eyes fell on a guy. He was... handsome. Sharp features. And you would have commented on it if it weren't for the fact that the guy was literally a stranger, in a dark alley with you and had what seemed like a gun shot wound with blood dripping out. You squeaked. 'Gunshot wound!' you screamed internally. The guy had also looked up at you. He looked surprised and alarmed. "Who the fuck are you?" The guy literally snarled. You stepped back a little. You turned around planning to run away but stopped. "Fuck I can't leave you here." You mumbled. You walked up towards the guy. "Mr. uh sh-should I call an ambulance. Oh my god shit you are... you are loosing too much blood." You rambled. "Don't fucking dare call an ambulance. I can't go to hospital or shit." He growled. "What do I do then! You can't die." You hissed. He looks at you oddly. "Why do you care?" He asked narrowing his eyes at you. "I can't.. I can't just leave someone bleeding out here like this! I am not cruel enough to do that. And if you died here I will be guilty till the day I die." You deadpanned.

"You need medical help. You are l-loosing too much blood Mr." You said. "I said I can't go to hospital." He hissed. You sighed as you took off your bag, opening it. Your pulled out your scarf. 'I am sorry dear beautiful scarf.' "Put your hands away." You said. "What are you trying to do?" He asked not moving his hands at all. "Help. So that you don't die." You said as you pulled his hands away from the wound. You used your scarf to press against the wound. Looking down at the wound seriously. "I am Y/N." You said shortly. You weren't sure why you felt the need to introduce yourself but you did. "Sangyeon. I guess you at least deserve to know my name." He says cockily making you click your tongue. "Press it against the wound. Don't let yourself bleed out too much." You said and he followed your instruction. "Is there anyone you can call? Like anyone who can help you." You asked as you stood in front of him. He smirks looking right into your eyes. "Pretty girls like you shouldn't run after me." He says in a low voice. He couldn't believe how stubborn you were. He sat leaning against the dirty wall of the alley, a gunshot wound on his side.

If it was someone else they would have ran away or called police. But you. You were different. You didn't even knew him yet you were so willing to help him. Sangyeon wasn't so sure if you were too kind for your own good or just plain stupid. You were just like an innocent angel while he was a devil. You weren't supposed to be here. And totally not supposed to try help him. "Give me your phone." He says. You were hesitant but still handed it to him. You saw him dial a number and tap 'call' button. "Sunwoo. Listen. Come to where I am. Yes I am fine! Well as fine as a person who has been shot is." Sangyeon grumbled. He pauses as he listens closesly whatever the other man was saying. He looked up at you making you look away feeling a little shy. "Come fast. I don't know if they are still after me." He says pulling away the phone and ending the call. "You realize you didn't tell the guy where you are." You sassed. "They can track me. Don't worry your pretty little head." He says chuckling. "Are you... really fine?" You asked a bit concerned noticing how he seem to have gotten a bit pale. "I will be fine sweetheart. But I think you should run away at the moment. My men are coming and I don't think they would really appreciate your presence." Sangyeon says.

You bit your lips feeling hesitant but also dying to go home. There were blood on your hand and you were desperate to wash it away. "Okay fine I will... I will go. Give me my phone." You says putting your hands out. "I can't. I have to keep it with myself. My men are going to be tracking your phone to find me so I need it. I will give it back to you soon." He says. You look at him eith your mouths open. "B-but my phone-" You stuttered but stopped. "No can do sweet heart. Now now run. You should go fast." He says with a smirk. You weren't sure if your heart was beating so fast because you were scared or because of the fact that this sangyeon guy, whatever he was, was so so charming and not to forget beautiful. "Take care." It's the last words you say as you gripped your bag, turning around and walking out of the alley. You literally ran towards your house. Shortly after a while you reached there. You huffed as you tried to take deep breathes in feeling the lack of oxygen with how fast you ran and how choked up you felt. You unlocked the door, your hands shaking while doing so. You carefully walked inside the house and into your room. You went to the bathroom directly. "W-why the hell this doesn't go away fast!" You whisper yelled as you rinsed your hands under the water wiping the blood away. After rinsing away all the blood carefully you washed your face and changed into your PJs, flopping down on the bed immediately. Too tired. You mind was a mess. Your heart was still beating fast. That night you dreamed of guns, blood and a certain guy names Sangyeon.

[Next Day]

The next day you woke up early and got ready to to the cafe to open it as the key was with you. Minsu comes to the cafe a few minutes after you had opened up the cafe and were setting up some things. "Y/N!!! I had such an amazing night! Younghoon is such a damn nice guy! He asked for a second date and I agreed. And what the hell! Why did you pick up my calls! I kept calling you last night. Because I wanted to thank you again and also make sure you were okay." Minsu rambles. You gulp. "U-Uh I lost my phone yesterday on my way back to home. Tried to find but I couldn't. Maybe someone took it." You lied. Minsu gasped. "You need to get a new one then! I mean without phone how can we even keep in touch with each other." She says. You chuckled at her. "Yes yes I will. For now let's finish setting up everything. Customers are going to start coming in." You said as you walked at the back to prepare a drink for you and Minsu.

'I hope he is fine.' You found yourself thinking about Sangyeon while making the drink. "Aish why am I even thinking about him?" You asked yourself. "Him? Who is this 'him' huh? A boyfriend perhaps?" Minsu says smiling sheepishly as she approached you. You alnost choked on air at her words. "No one! I was talking about... about my idols! Kai hurt his foot again and I am worried and I keep thinking about him!" You blurted out an excuse. Before Minsu could ask more there was a sound of bells jingling as a customer entered and you were thankful as it stopped Minsu from asking something more. She walks out to greet the customer, leaving you again. You just couldn't tell Minsu about the guy from last night. She will freak out and might end up calling police for all you knew. You sighed to yourself looking outside to see another customer walk in. "It's gonna be a long day~" You mumbled to yourself as you went out to take orders. Hopefully you wouldn't be worrying and thinking about the Sangyeon guy the whole day.

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A Different Time, A Different Place; Ch. 6 -- END

Taihei Chairo was born in the winter, on February 9th, and he grew up a loving, bright, and sensitive young boy. Keri cherished him more than anything on the earth. She did not give him his father's last name. Now that he was five and she was working on her masters degree, her parents helped them get a little apartment of their own- close by of course- so they could babysit when she worked or had class.

And then one fateful spring day after his fifth birthday...

“Mommy look!” Taihei gasped as he kept his eyes glued to the screen. The five year old was the image of his father. Messy blond hair, shining blue eyes, a million dollar smile, “A new hero!! They say his name is All Might!” 

“What?” The woman rushed in from the kitchen, “What was the name?” Her forehead glowed. The sudden anxiety rising in her chest was almost deafening as she came to where her son watched television.

“All Might! Look! There he is!” He pointed to the screen. The blue diamonds on his palms and on his forehead separated him from being an almost perfect of Toshinori. The boy had a quirk, but it hadn’t much manifested yet, “Look how big he is mommy!”

Her big blue eyes fixed on the screen as they filled with tears, “Toshinori...” she put a hand over her mouth.

The boy scrunched his nose, “Mom- you feel- sad- whats the matter??” 

“I- I know him Tai...”

“What! You know that man mom?!”

She pushed her hand over her eyes, trying not to cry. It felt like the air was all kicked out of her lungs at once, “I knew him in high school- I though he was dead.” 

“Well he doesn’t look dead to me,” he said matter-of-fact. 

“Come on Tai- come on get your shoes on I’m taking you to Nana’s okay?”

He looked over confused, “What?! Why?”

“I need to find out why he’s here. I need to find out where he’s been.” She moved to pull on the coat she wore. 

“But mommy I don’t understand!” He frowned. 

She took a shaky breath, “Taihei... my love- come here.” 

He walked over and took his mother’s hand as she pulled him into a hug, “Mom.”

Pulling back she looked at him, pushing her hand in his hair, “Honey... that man on the television... he’s your father.” 

“W-what...?” He looked shocked, “M-my dad? But you said..."

“I said he was gone. That he died. I thought he did die honey...” 

His blue eyes filled with tears, “Well let’s go find him!! I want to know why he didn’t stay!! Why he did that to you!” 

“That’s what I’m going to do baby, but you need to go be with Nana so I can find out first. Maybe it’s all a big misunderstanding?”

“I’ll - I’ll beat him up!” 

She let out a small laugh, “My big brave hero, come on now, mommy’s gonna make things right.” 

“Yes mama.”

 ---------

Her fist pounded on the door, “OPEN UP TORINO I KNOW THIS IS WHERE YOU LIVE!” She shouted, still banging. 

The older man sighed and shook his head, he saw Toshinori on television this morning - Keri obviously had as well. Coming to the door he opened it, “Keri. Come in, please.”

She walked inside calmly, “You made him leave, didn’t you.” Her body glowed with pure rage and sorrow. 

“You don’t understand.” 

“OF COURSE I DONT UNDERSTAND!” She yelled, “But no one made any effort to help me to understand did they?!” 

“Keri, please, you need to listen to me.” 

“Oh no. I think you need to listen to me!” She shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks, “You NEVER liked us together. And then you send him away from me? Torino- I was PREGNANT.” 

“I know you were pregnant. You have a little boy named Taihei.” 

Keri was shocked into silence for a moment before she clenched her fists, “You knew?”

“Not when he left but shortly after, yes. Recovery Girl and I have been watching over you.”

She let out a mirthless laugh, “Oh my god! So what? He just didn’t care to try and contact me when he gets home? After almost six years??” 

“Keri. He doesn’t know.” 

Putting a hand over her mouth she started to pace, “Oh my god. You didn’t tell him?! What am i supposed to do! Walk up to him and say; hi Toshi you have a whole ass child?!” 

“Keri!” He grunted, “Listen to me. PLEASE.” 

She crossed her arms and scoffed, “Talk old man.”

“You were one of the very few people to know that Nana Shimura was Toshinori’s mentor. And the reason is because he is her successor. The villain that killed her, he knows who Toshi is, he would have come after him before he was ready to fight. I had to send him to America. He had to be away- somewhere this man wouldn’t find him. No one could know. Before he left he begged me to keep an eye on you, to make sure you weren’t being watched. He wanted you to go with him, but you already had college plans and a family. It was safer for you both this way.” 

She looked down, tears falling down her face as she sank to the floor, sobbing, “I - I thought I would never see him again- I- I missed him more than you could imagine!” 

He frowned, “Let me call him. Tell him to come here.”

Keri looked up, “Torino... is it worth it?”

The older man huffed, “Do you love him?”

“Of course I love him! He was everything to me!”

“Then it’s worth it,” he moved to call Toshinori in the other room. Keri just sat against the wall as he spoke softly into the phone. After about two minutes he came back, “He’s on his way. He doesn’t know you’re here. He’s... Keri, he- he’s going to feel like a failure. You have to keep remembering he had no idea. Whenever I talked to him he would mention how much he missed you. Ask if you were safe.” 

She nodded. 

 “Does your son have a quirk?” He said softly.

Looking up she nodded, “Yeah. Can’t tell what it is yet though. It’s got something to do with mine. But he can’t feel emotions and he can’t do what I can do. So whether or not he knows how to unlock it is the issue.” 

Torino nodded, “I’m sure he’ll be incredible.”

She nodded, “He’s so much like Toshinori.” 

“I’ll bet. I saw him once... when you were at the park with him. Little blond boy. He’s cute.” 

“Thank you...” she sighed.

“Keri- you know I’m being sincere when I say it was the only way to keep you and the baby safe.” 

She nodded, “I can feel your guilt.” 

“Could you forgive me?”

Taking a deep breath she tried to think about her coursework toward being a therapist. What she should do, “I’m angry Torino, I’m angry I had to go through pregnancy and labor at eighteen all alone. And get a job, go to school, care for an infant...” 

The older man nodded and frowned, “I’m sorry.” 

Keri nodded, “I forgive you. You were just looking out for him, for us. You know… I’d like it if you could meet Tai. You’d like him… he’s just like his father.” 

He smiled a little, “I would love to meet hi—" The two were interrupted by a knock at the door. Keri felt her whole body freeze and she looked at Gran Torino, who gave her a nod. Walking across the room, he opened the front door, “Hello Toshinori.”

“Hey! I’m glad to see you again so soon, Master! Whats going on?” 

“There is something we need to talk about. Something I’ve kept from you while you were away.” 

“What? What is it?” 

Suddenly, Keri stepped forward, looking up at Toshinori - he’d gotten so much bigger, “Toshi…” 

His blue eyes snapped to the woman and his eyes welled with tears, “Keri?” 

She smiled and wiped her eyes, laughing a little, “Long time no see.” 

“God- Sunflower- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he came into the room and knelt in front of her, “I’m so sorry I did this to you.” 

Shaking her head she smiled, reaching out to cup his face, “Torino and I talked. We’re good,” she laughed softly, “You got so huge!” 

He laughed a little and leaned into her palm, “You’re just as beautiful - no, more beautiful than I remember.” He blushed and looked at her, “Are you…I mean - have you been… busy?” 

She smiled, “I was… I was busy hoping somehow you weren’t dead and…” she let her eyes flick up to Torino who nodded, “And too busy going to school, and… and raising our son.” 

His face fell slowly with the realization, “Our…” 

“Our son,” she nodded, “I was trying to figure out how to tell you before you disappeared… I had only just found out and then you were gone.” 

He closed his eyes, “I…. Keri, I am so SO sorry you have had to go through this alone- I should have been here. I should have been here for you, and for our child.” 

She moved closer to him, kneeling with him on the floor, “No- no Toshi it was safer this way. Torino and Recovery Girl were watching over us, though I didn’t know it.” 

All Might turned his head and glared daggers at his mentor before standing up, “YOU KNEW!?” 

“ToshI!” Keri stood, grabbing his arm. 

“YOU KNEW SHE WAS PREGNANT? YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!?” He roared at the older man. Shed never seen him like that before. 

Gran Torino looked up at him, “I didn’t know when you left, I found out when she started showing. You were gone, and I wasn’t about to risk you coming back. It wasn’t safe. For you, or Keri.” 

“HOW COULD YOU!? HOW COULD YOU KEEP MY CHILD FROM ME!? WHAT IF SHE MET SOMEONE ELSE! WHAT IF I DID!?” 

Keri walked up behind him, grabbing his arm, “Toshinori! Stop!” 

“NO! THIS ISN’T RIGHT. HE’S ROBBED SIX YEARS OF OUR LIVES WE COULD HAVE SPENT TOGETHER KERI! HOW CAN YOU TELL ME TO STOP! HOW CAN YOU TELL ME YOU AREN’T ANGRY!” He screamed. 

She knit her brows together, “I thought you were dead for six years. And you’re here, in front of me… and… all all you can do is think to scream at your teacher for protecting us? For doing what your hero training required?” 

“You- don’t."

“No! You don’t. I was the one here raising a baby and going to school and going to work and crying and studying and cleaning up throw up and changing diapers before I was nineteen.” She looked down, “I am not blaming you. I’m not even blaming Torino. Life happened and we’re here now. And you are back in Japan, and you have a son.” She put her hands on her hips and huffed, “Now. What are you going to do about it?” 

The twenty-four year old deflated at the emotion of the woman he loved, and he stepped up to her and he lowered his head, “Well… first… I’m going to ask you if you’re seeing anyone?” 

She scoffed and shook her head, “No… I’m not seeing anyone.” 

He smiled, “Me either. There could never have been anyone but you, Sunflower… I dreamed of coming home to you… hoping you’d… have waited for me.” 

“So what is this?” 

“Well I’m asking you if you’ll be my girl. For good, now that I’m back home where I belong.” 

Keri blushed and smiled, “There's a man in my life you’ll have to ask first, Toshinori.” She reached out and touched his chest, “Come home with me… meet your boy.” 

His eyes welled with tears and he smiled, “My son… what’s his name?” 

“Taihei Chairo… though if you play your cards right it could be Taihei Yagi…” She teased. 

“Taihei — Keri, you named him Peace?” 

Blushing she nodded, “You.. you always said the world needed a symbol of peace… so when you were gone… I…” 

He leaned down, tilting her chin up and beaming, tears running down his face, “I love you. More than life.” Leaning down further he kissed her softly. 

Keri wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back before breaking out into sobs, “Oh Toshi!” 

He held her close as he cried, holding her to him he shushed her gently, “Its gonna be okay baby… you know why?” 

She sniffled and shook her head.

“Because I am here.” He whispered into her ear, “And I am never going to leave you again. Or our son. I know he’s probably going to be mad, but… God I haven’t even met him and I love him — what is he like?” 

She laughed softly, looking up and kissing him again, lovingly, “He’s just like his father. Brave, cheerful, an idealist… he wants to be the number one hero.” 

“He- does he have a quirk?” 

She nodded, “He has markings like mine, but there are more of them and they are smaller. Though we cant figure out what the quirk is yet… but he can’t seem to read emotions or project them so, I’m sure when he can harness it, it’ll come natural.” 

“There are… a lot of things I need to tell you.” He took a deep breath and looked at Torino, “She gets to know, everything.” 

The older man nodded, “Its your burden, Toshinori. If you are going to commit yourself to this woman, then its your call.” 

Keri smiled, “Yeah Toshi? You gonna commit yourself to me?” She laughed softly. 

Toshinori picked her up and she yelped, he grinned his million watt smile, “Keri, I committed to you the day I followed you to that ramen shop for your number. Will you marry me? — Uh, after a little while of course.” 

She gasped a bit, “You- you want me to marry you?” 

He laughed, “Of course I do! I love you, we have a child… I want to provide for you and care for you, and be together until we’re little old people. Keri, please… say yes.” 

Leaning in she kissed him, running her hands in his hair, “Yes… Yes Toshinori Yagi, I will marry you.” 

He spun them around, they laughed and he hugged her close before setting her down, “I’ll have to start looking for a nicer home for us. And don’t you worry about working anymore, okay? You focus on your studies from now on. Then you can spend more time with Taihei.” 

She blushed hard and started to sniffle, “Oh Tosh— you don’t have to…”

“Yes I do. If my hero money can’t go to charity and my family than what good is it? I want to be this. I want to be a husband and a father, and a hero. And I want you to be able to follow your dreams.” 

“Okay Toshi.” 

“Besides,” he smirked, “When I open up my agency, you still have to come and work for me.” 

Keri beamed, “You remembered…” 

He winked and turned to face his mentor. Walking over he sighed and held out his hand, “I’m sorry I yelled at you, sir.” 

Gran Torino smiled a little and shook his hand, “I’m sorry I had to keep something like this from you, my boy. Let me meet the lad soon, eh?” He motioned his head, “Get outta here kids.” 

Keri smiled, “I’ll use Toshi’s phone to text you my number okay? I’ll be in touch about meeting Tai.” 

“Alright, I look forward to it.” 

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The couple smiled, Toshinori holding her hand as they walked along the street, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Toshi.” She smiled and took a deep breath, “Taihei is mad you know… he’s the one who saw you on TV. He was really excited there was a new hero and when I heard the name All Might… I knew it was you - I told him that was his daddy. And that II was coming to see you.” 

“I am gonna have to make it up to him.” 

“He said he was gonna beat you up,” she smirked, “He looks just like you Toshi. Unruly blond hair, blue eyes…” 

Toshinori smiled and sighed, “I’m gonna have a lot of explaining to your parents too…” 

“Everyone will understand. You’re a hero, you were being marked by a bad villain, you had to go away. Its a simple and reasonable explanation.” 

“You are taking this so well.” 

She looked up at him, “This morning I was a single mother trying to pay my bills. Now I’m engaged to be married to Japan’s newest and most incredible Hero. And my son has a father.” 

He nodded, “Speaking of engaged, I have to get you a ring.” 

“Nothing big - please? And I’m not just saying that to sound modest.” 

He nodded again, “I know baby, you’re not a show off type of person. It’ll be good, tasteful.” 

“I know honey,” she rubbed his forearm, “Also… what’s going to happen to your popularity when they find out you have a family…” 

“Well, they’re going to want interviews with you, they’re gonna want to be given an exclusive for the wedding…” 

She sighed and smiled, “I guess it comes with the territory of being married to the next number one.” 

He beamed and leaned to kiss her hand, “You think our son will forgive me?” 

“Of course he will. He’s been missing you too. There's a picture of us from back in the day on his night stand. He’ll be mad for a minute but once you explain it, he’ll understand. He is five.” 

“I have a five year old,” he took a deep breath, “Keri, we’re gonna have to have another one.” 

She laughed and looked up, “Oh?” 

“Cause I wanna do this right! I wanna be there for you and your pregnancy and for the babies firsts!” He blushed, “I mean, I know I still have a lot of firsts for Taihei but… you know… a man wants to have more than one kid…” 

“I’ll consider your application and let you know when I make a decision, but I have to say I’m leaning toward yes… it was a compelling case.” She smirked. 

He grabbed her waist and gave it a squeeze as they walked up to Keri’s parents house. 

“I’m sweating.” 

“You’re seven feet tall and built like the Great Wall of china, don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine.” She knocked on the door. 

The sound of small excited footsteps ran to the front door, “Who is it?!” Cried the voice of the small boy. 

Toshi put a hand over his mouth, hearing his son’s voice for the first time. 

“Its your loving mother!” She called back. 

Taihei flung open the door and jumped into his mothers arms. She laughed and spun him around kissing his cheek before setting him down. Taking a deep breath she cupped his cheek, “Taihei… this is Toshinori Yagi, your dad.” 

“H-hey, Taihei…” 

The boy looked up at him and blushed, tears welling in his eyes, “Y-you look… different than your picture….” 

“I did get a little bigger while I was away…” he gave a small smile. 

Taihei started to cry, All Might knelt down instantly, “Why didn’t you want us— why— why did you leave? D-did you not want me?” 

“Oh no- no Taihei… no that’s not it at all.” 

“Then why! Why did you leave me and mom!” The boy’s forehead and palms started to glow blue before his entire body became engulfed in blue energy. 

“Honey- calm down,” Keri looked surprised - this had never happened before. 

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE US ALL ALONE!?” Punctuated on the alone was a burst of energy that shot forward, knocking All Might over and onto the ground. It looked like a… beam of some kind. Like rings of light flying from his body and hitting his father, “WHY DIDN’T YOU LOVE US ENOUGH?!” 

Sliding onto his ass he put his arm up to try and shield himself from the burst attacks coming from his son, “Taihei— ah—“ he looked down as blood started coming from his forearm. 

“Taihei! Stop it!” Keri’s hand flew to his back, her form glowing pink, “Calm down- calm down baby… please…” 

As soon as the boy was calmed enough by his mother to stop crying, he ran toward Toshinori and jumped into his arms, sobbing, “Dad I’m sorry!” 

He looked at Keri with wide eyes as he wrapped his large arms around his son, crying himself, “Don’t be sorry, son… that was incredible! You’re so strong!” After taking a deep breath, he rubbed the back of his head, “I’m the one that’s sorry Taihei… for not being here for you when you needed me.” The boy just kept crying, hugging his father’s neck. Toshi continued, “When I was younger, there was a really bad man after me. My teacher tried to fight him to stop him, and she died… and after that, your mom was the only person I cared for in the whole world. And to make sure she stayed safe… and didn’t get hurt by the bad man - I had to go away for a while. But I didn’t know she was going to have you… and your mom didn’t know where I went… I couldn’t tell her. To protect her. But I knew I was going to come back. And once I did I was gonna find her. But - I guess she found me first.” 

Taihei sniffled and looked at him, “What happened to the bad man?” 

He took a deep breath, “Someday I’m sure I’ll have to fight him. But its not today. Today I’m not a hero - I’m just your dad. And I am so lucky to be able to meet you, and tell you how much I love you.” 

“You’re not gonna leave again…?” 

Smiling he wiped the boys cheeks gingerly, “No, Tai, I’m staying right here. Your mom and I were talking about getting a house. Would you like that?” 

“A house!? You mean like - with a yard!?” He gasped. 

Toshi laughed and nodded, “Yeah, a yard just for you to play in. We can play any time you want and mom wont have to work so hard anymore. She can focus on school and her dreams.” 

“You… you really wanna do this for us?” Tai sniffed. 

Toshinori leaned forward and kissed his head, “Son, I would move the stars in the sky if you wanted me to. I will never leave you again. I promise.” 

Taihei hugged him again, “I- I love you dad!” 

Keri was fanning her eyes, “You two are absolutely killing me!” She was smiling so brightly looking at her two boys. 

“Come over here then, mama!” Toshinori smirked and opened his other arm. 

Tai laughed, “Yeah mom! Come here!” 

Keri laughed and walked over, sitting on Toshinori’s thigh and wrapping her arms around both her son and her fiancé, “I love you both, more than life.” She kissed Taihei’s cheek, and then Toshinori’s. 

All might just held onto them both, “I am the luckiest man in the whole world to have such a beautiful family…” 

“You’re gonna stay at our home until we get a new one, right dad?” 

Toshi looked at his girl and she nodded. Grinning he looked at him, “Your home is right where I want to be.” 

“OUR home, dad.” Tai hugged him again. 

Keri leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, “Yes Toshi, our home.” 

Toshi sighed contented and then blinked, “Hey! Are we gonna talk about that quirk, boy!? That was incredible!” 

Tai blushed, “Th-that’s never happened to me before! I - I was so angry that I… I don’t know I… I could feel it bursting out of me…. like… like…” 

“Like a supernova,” Keri smiled, “Like a little exploding star!” 

“Supernova!” Toshinori grinned, “That’s a great hero name!” 

The little family talked softly there on the lawn of her parents home, holding each other and sharing little stories and jokes. And for the first time in a long time, even since coming back to Japan, Toshinori felt like he was truly home. He finally had a family.

 And he promised himself he was going to be the best husband and father that there ever was...

THE END -- for now.

[lousimusician]

Faking It

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Ik you're busy working on sex pollen right now but when you could could you do one where the reader has never orgasmed with any of their SO and when they start having sex/dating peter they dont want to make him feel bad so they just fake it? And somehow peter finds out the truth and he just turns super dom and makes her cum like....a lot? Thanks! I love your writing so much!

A/N: I fell in love with this request the second I saw it omgggg, it's so goooood. Thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope I did it justice lol. I also wasn't planning to write whole ass fics for the requests and make them more like blurbs or something, but some of your guy's ideas are so good I couldn't help myself.

Warning: Smuttttt, Oral (fem recieving), language, Peter and the reader are both 18

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Peter had really just been passing through when he overheard the conversation that made his stomach twist with shame and embarrassment.

It had to be around midnight when Peter just finished patrolling Queens and he decided to stop by his girlfriend's apartment for a few minutes.

Your window was open, and just as Peter was about to crawl through was when he heard it.

You were facetiming MJ while laying on your bed, and the two of you seemed to be in deep conversation, when he heard her say, "So you've been faking it this whole time?"

Peter stopped, interest piqued to find out what exactly you had been faking.

You groaned and tugged on your hair. "Yes."

"Is he that bad or is there another reason?" MJ asked mindlessly while she worked on her homework.

"No he's good, it's me. I just- I have a hard time.. y'know..-"

"Orgasming?"

You groaned again. "I hate this conversation."

MJ put her hands up in surrender. "Hey, you were the one that wanted to have this sex talk."

You rolled your eyes. "Anyway, I think I'm just scared I won't be able to and then he'll be all embarrassed and then I'll be embarrassed, so I... fake it. And it wouldn't be the first time either, I did the same with Ian and Devin."

"And Peter has no idea?" MJ asked, looking up from her homework.

"Well I hate to brag but by the time I started dating Peter I got very good at faking it." You said pathetically.

"(Y/N) that is the saddest thing I've ever heard, don't worry you're not bragging." She responded sarcastically.

"Yeah, I know. What do you think I should do? I just feel so guilty."

MJ shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know man. Just talk to him I guess, how long can you go pretending anyway."

You shook your head. "Yeah... I'm just- I'm gonna go to bed now, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"See ya." MJ said before ending the call.

Peter backed away from your window, but lingered on the wall as everything you and MJ said sunk in.

And Peter didn't know how to feel anything other than embarrassed and betrayed.

You faked it,

Every. Single. Time.

And Peter began replaying every time the two of you had sex.

The first time you two were together, to when you had done it in the janitors closet, to when you told each other that you loved each other, to even just last night.

How had he never noticed before.

Peter punched the wall in frustration, before swinging back to his own apartment.

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"Hey Peter." You greeted your boyfriend the next morning at school, after arriving at his locker.

Upon hearing and seeing you Peter immediately remembered the anger he felt last night, so with gritted teeth and a clenched jaw responded with a simple, "Hey."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his tone but ignored it anyway. "So are we still hanging out later."

"Sure." He said without looking at you.

"Oookay?" You said confused by his attitude. "I'll talk to you at lunch then." You said, backing away before heading to your own class.

The rest of the day had gone by in a similar fashion. Peter was very off and you couldn't figure out why, except for that it had to be something with you because he was only acting coldly towards you.

The walk to his place with him after school was quiet and tense, and it was setting you on edge.

You tried to fill the silence with idle conversation but when his responses came off as less than interested, you finally gave up all together. And even when you reached his apartment, the two of you went straight to the bedroom silently save for the greetings to Aunt May.

The second Peter stepped into the bedroom he threw his bag down next to his desk and immediately pulled his homework out, and started on it even though it was a Friday, further proving to you that he was ignoring you.

Meanwhile, you on the other hand, decided to sit on his bed without a word.

You pulled out your phone and occupied your time with the device. 

And that was how the night slowly progressed. You shooting glances at him, while Peter pretended not to notice as he continued his homework.

It wasn't until May popped in to tell you two that she was going out for a few hours with her friends that you finally said something.

"...Peter?" You asked quietly, and all you recieved was a hum in response. "Are you mad?"

Peter continued writing, "No." He said simply but with a bite that told you he was definitely angry.

"Did I do something?"

"No." He said again, jaw clenching.

"If you don't tell me, I can't fix it."

Peter stopped writing and began tapping his pencil against his paper, trying to figure out what to say. "...You've been faking it." He said as if the words burned his tongue, gaze fixed on the textbook in front of him.

You sat up on your knees, jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed. "H-how-?"

"I went to stop by your place last night-"

"Y-you heard." You stuttered out in a small voice, shame seeping into your conscious.

"Yeah I heard." He said bitterly. "Did you really fake it every time?" He finally looked at you.

You gaped at him, torn between telling the truth and lying but the look he gave you told you it would be wisest to tell the truth. "...I did."

The pencil in his hand snapped.

"P-Peter I'm so sorry, I was just so embarrassed-"

"Oh you're embarrassed?" He asked sarcastically. "Imagine how I feel knowing that everytime I slept with my girlfriend I've never been able to make her cum."

"No! Peter it's really not your fault. The last two guys I dated were never able to make me cum either."

"Great, now I'm like those two assholes." He muttered, standing up.

You shot up off the bed, stepping closer to Peter. You placed your hands on his cheeks so he would give you his undivided attention. "Listen to me Peter." You said sternly. "I love you so much and I am sorry I never told you. You are so amazing in every way and if I'm being completely honest...I've never been able to make myself cum eith-"

You were roughly cut off by Peter's lips crashing against yours. Your hands fell to his chest, while one of his gripped your jaw firmly and the other tightly held your hip. "Stop talking." He muttered, his lips going to your neck.

"W-what?" You asked breathlessly.

"I said stop talking." He repeated more firmly this time. He picked you up and tossed you onto the bed, raising a hand to shoot a web at the door to keep it locked in case May came back early.

Peter moved on top of you now, leaning back. "This is how it's gonna go, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make you cu-"

"But Pete-"

"I'm speaking now." 

"S-sorry." You said, biting your lip.

"I'm going to make you cum alright?" He said pulling off his sweater, "And you're going to communicate with me this time to make sure- take off your shirt." You did as he said, taking your bra off too. "To make sure you do cum, and you're not going to fake it okay?"

You nodded profusely.

"Good. Now, you can talk." He said as his hands began undoing your jeans.

"..What if I can't though." You whimpered.

"That's why you're going to talk to me, princess." Peter said gently, voice losing its roughness at seeing how worried you were. He pulled your jeans off your legs. "You're going to tell me exactly what you need, and I'm going to re-learn everything about your body." Peter pulled off your panties next, leaving you completely naked. "...Grab the headboard for a second." He said, an idea coming to mind.

You cocked an eyebrow but did as he said anyway and jumped in surprise when he webbed your hands together. 

You turned your head, looking at your hands, before looking back to Peter with a confused expression.

"I want the only thing you focus on to be on what I'm doing." He said, moving down your body so he was situated between your thighs.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders and you struggled to look down at him because of your bound hands. Without warning Peter flattened his tongue going from the bottom of your slit to the top, making you throw your head back into the pillow with a moan. 

He did the same thing again only this time his lips latched onto your clit.

"Ahh~ fuck." You hissed.

His mouth worked against you until you were a whimpering mess, your hips beginning to grind against his face desperately, making him bring an arm up to pin you to the bed.

He knew you needed more but he wanted to hear it from you first so he pulled away and muttered. "Start talking princess." Before latching his lips back onto your clit.

"Y-your fingers." You stuttered. 

He hummed against you, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure down your spine. Peter brought his free hand to your pussy and slid a finger in easily due to how wet you were.

His tongue worked your clit as he started thrusting and curling a finger into you.

And it felt good, it always felt so good. Which was why it was so goddamn frustrating to feel so much pleasure that went no where, built up to nothing. 

But tonight you were as determined to cum as Peter was at making you.

"M-more~" You gasped out. Peter complied sliding a second finger in, his ministrations speeding up and using more force. "Peter~" You moaned. "Don't stop~ f-fuck."

The two of you sat there for god knows how long and Peter was finally starting to understand why you would fake it.

He pulled away, fingers still thrusting into you. "C'mon pretty girl, tell me what you need." You just looked so desperate to cum. Mouth gaping open as you whined and begged, your hips trying to move with him if not for the arm pinning you down, and it was driving Peter crazy. He was so hellbent on getting you to cum that he hadn't even registered how painfully hard he was, his own hips beginning to grind into the mattress for a sense of relief.

"I-I don't know." The words coming out as a frustrated sob, making Peter's heart clench.

That was when he got an idea.

Peter had always been aware of how gentle or rough he was with you, because if he didn't he could seriously hurt you due to his super strength.

But right now he realized that maybe that was just what you needed.

So with new intent, Peter slid a third finger in and started thrusting them into you, curling them to hit your g-spot perfectly. Mouth reattaching to your pussy again, he stimulated you with more force and strength behind every movement than he had ever used before.

And your reaction was immediate.

You practically screamed in pleasure. Body shaking almost violently, as your legs were wrapped tightly behind his back.

Your mind had gone fuzzy, never having felt this much pleasure before. And it was seriously fucking you up. 

An unfamiliar knot started forming making you more and more desperate for Peter. And just as you felt you were about to fall over the edge for the first time.

Peter stopped, removing his fingers and mouth.

Your eyes shot wide open. "P-Peter." You sobbed. "Why'd you s-stop." 

Peter crawled up your body, thumb wiping away the tears you didn't realize had fallen. 

He kissed your lips before saying. "Couple of reasons. First, that's what you get for not telling me about this sooner, and second, I realized that I want to be in you the first time you cum." 

You whimpered as he backed away so he could undo his pants. Your eyes raked up and down his lean muscular body, your fingers starting to itch with wanting to touch him.

"Can you dissolve the webs?" You asked.

He paused, looking at you for a second. "..No."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "B-but Peter-" You whined.

"No. I kinda like you like this, and I have a feeling you're going to need to hold onto the headboard because of how hard I'm gonna fuck you."

Your cheeks burned, he was never usually this forward. "Peter!" You spluttered.

He ignored you while he finished undressing himself, getting up to grab a condom before easily finding his spot on top of you again once he finished putting it on. He pressed his lips against yours again in an intoxicating kiss, while he gripped his cock to line up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, making the two of you moan into the kiss.

He pulled back slightly. "I'm not going to go easy on you." He said breathily, lips grazing yours as he spoke. "Think you can handle it?"

"Mhmm," you hummed.

"Good." He said, sitting up as a hand went to your leg to hike your thigh onto his hip, while his other hand started gripping the top of his headboard.

He admired the way you looked with your hands bound as you stared up at him wide eyed. 

And without any warning he pulled back and snapped his hips roughly into you. You arched your back as a moan passed through your lips.

Peter kept a fast and rough pace, fucking into you hard. And he had found himself enjoying it much more than he thought he would, not having to hold back and be mindful of his powers.

You had been clearly enjoying yourself too. Your head tossed back in ecstasy while you moaned and whined incoherently, forgetting how to form words. You couldn't think at all, only being able to feel Peter.

The relief you felt when that unfamiliar knot started to form, letting you know that Peter may actually get you to cum, was amazing.

"P-Peter I think I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a moan.

"Y-yeah?" He grunted out, picking up more speed. "Then do it pretty girl. Cum." His hand that was on your thigh trailed down to your clit and he started rubbing it in rough circles. 

The extra stimulation was what tipped you over.

You came with a loud scream of Peter's name on your lips. And you came hard. The pleasure feeling so unreal that you couldn't believe you had gone this long without ever experiencing it. Your vision turned almost black, seeing stars. 

You had cum so hard you hadn't even realized Peter came too, until after you came down from the high.

You were panting, absolutely breathless, feeling Peter's weight on you as he was slumped against you now.

Your body was shaking, and you muttered out. "Holy shit."

You could feel Peter's smile against your shoulder. He pulled out, making you jump at the feeling and he rolled off of you, panting just as hard while the two of you stared at the bottom of the top bunk.

"You're amazing." You muttered again.

Peter laughed, grin widening. "And to think you could've been cumming this whole time if you just told me."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah I know... I was just embarrassed."

"Don't be."

You hummed. "Can I stay the rest of the night?"

" 'course. I prefer you stay anyway."

"So.. can you dissolve the webs now?"

Peter turned his head to look at you, making you turn to look at him too. He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't think we were actually done, did you?"

You looked at him confused, "W-what?"

His hand ran down to your pussy again, finding your clit, making you jump. "I plan on making up for every time you faked it, by the end of the night."

"B-but what about May? She'll be back soon."

Peter glanced at the time, seeing that it was only 9. "Aunt May goes out with her friends once a month and she never has gotten home before 1 or 2 in the morning. We have time."

You stared at the glint in Peter's eyes, and knew you were utterly screwed. "Oh fuck."

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Reality- Chapter 15

(A/N): I am going to go ahead and put a trigger warning on this chapter! If any mentions, or thoughts of suicide trigger you in any way, please skip over at least the beginning until the second paragraph of Saeyoung’s POV, or the entire thing!! I’m going to put a short summary of what happens in case you want to know what happened, but are afraid of it triggering anything. Remember that there is always a reason to live <3. 

(Y/N) POV:

I don’t know how long it has been since I’ve been back. I’ve lost track of time. I’ve given up on everything… I tried everything I could. I read so many articles about traveling between universes, I attempted to fix the portal, which failed epically. I played Mystic Messenger for many days, but it just hurt. It wasn’t them, not the real ones. I haven’t touched my phone in days, maybe even months at this point, I really don’t know. I don’t know what I was expecting. Living there was too good to be true. Saeyoung isn’t coming, maybe they’re even happy to have gotten rid of me. I’m tired here, even though I haven’t been doing anything at all. I haven’t eaten in a while, I haven’t moved from my bed in a while. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know why I’m still living. No one has checked up on me, the RFA isn’t coming, I have nothing. I am nothing. I was too much of a burden that they sent me away. I don’t want to live anymore. I have no reason to. I have nobody, I have nothing. I got up and out of my bed for the first time in weeks. I headed to my bathroom and grabbed a bottle. I brought it to my couch and sat down. I wonder how long until people find out...probably a while. I stared at the bottle in my hands. It’s easy, just take them. Why are you hesitating, you have nothing. I sighed. I never thought I would get to this point... I opened up the bottle and dumped it into my hands. I closed my eyes and moved my hand closer to my mouth….but a noise startled me and I stopped. 

I looked up and saw my front door swing open. Someone had opened it. Oh, they’re running towards me, wait this isn’t how this was supposed to go. What is happening? What are they saying? Oh wait, it’s Saeyoung. No, not just him, Saeran is here too. Why is he taking them from me? Give them back! It’s my only option. I can’t live like this anymore. My knees hurt. Why do I feel warm? Who’s there? I felt my face, I was crying. I looked around me. I’m on the floor, how did I get here? I watched Saeyoung as he pulled me closer to him. He looked disappointed. Of course he is, look at what he walked in on. He probably really thinks of me differently now. I thought I heard him saying something, but I don’t know what. My brain isn’t functioning right now. It’s probably the lack of food and water, or lack of sleep. Or lack of literally everything I’ve been denying myself. Why are they here? What happened? Am I going to be okay? Why do I care? Why is it getting dark around me? I didn’t take them did I? Maybe I did….maybe this is goodbye...it wasn’t supposed to be like this….

Saeyoung POV:

As soon as Saeran and I went through the portal, we made our way to (Y/N)’s apartment. When we got there I knocked, but there was no answer. Concerned, I quickly picked the lock and opened up the door. My mind wasn’t ready for what I saw. (Y/N) was sitting on their couch, a handful of pills in their hand. They looked, well, small. It looked like (Y/N) had lost a lot of weight, not in a good way. Their hair was messy, there were dark circles under their eyes. I did this. This is my fault. Saeran immediately moved when he saw what was happening, I was frozen. Saeran shoved me out of the way and ran over to (Y/N). He moved their hand, and took the pills and the bottle. I watched (Y/N) scream, and reach out to Saeran to get them back. I did this. Why do I always hurt the people I love? I watched Saeran move out of the way as (Y/N) fell to the floor. Saeran looked at me, and I broke out of the daze I was in. I ran over to (Y/N) and hugged them. I had begun to cry. I held onto them as I sobbed. I should have listened to Saeran. I should have focused on getting (Y/N) back, I should have known something was wrong when Jaehee couldn’t contact them. I should have done better. After a few minutes I noticed that (Y/N) was no longer conscious. I looked for Saeran. He had moved to the kitchen to make sure the bottle was out of sight, he was coming back with a glass of water. He moved me to get to (Y/N). They were barely conscious, but drank the water, before losing consciousness again. “Saeran,” I managed to get out. 

“We need to get her to a hospital. I don’t care if it’s one here or one there, she needs to go,” Saeran interrupted me. All I could do was nod. I picked up (Y/N) and we headed for the nearest hospital. We probably should have gotten an ambulance. What is going to happen to them? We got to the hospital and checked (Y/N) in. The doctors made us stay back since we weren’t family. We knew we would be getting questions from a nurse to find out what had happened. Saeran did most of the talking. All I could think about was what I could have, what I should have done. When the nurse left, Saeran turned to me. “The nurse says we’re good. She said it’s up to us what we want to do with (Y/N). (Y/N) hadn’t been taking care of them self, the doctors have got fluids and things running through them. They say they’ll be up in about an hour. While (Y/N) is asleep we need to decide what we’re doing. (Y/N) needs help. We can send her somewhere here, or take her back and do something about it in our universe,” he told me. 

“Yeah,” I mumbled. This made him angry. 

“What do you mean yeah? Can you snap out of it?! (Y/N) would be dead right now if we hadn’t gotten there in time. It’s our fault. We need to figure out what we’re doing. We need to be there for them! I don’t care what stupid things you are telling yourself right now because it’s not important. What’s done is done. All we can do is hope they forgive us and be there for them!” Saeran stormed off, realizing he was getting worked up and didn’t want to cause a scene. I sat down in a chair and thought. No one likes mental health centers, Saeran almost killed people in one because of how much he hated it. I want to help (Y/N). They were happiest in our universe, so I think we take them back and then get them help. Hell, I probably should too. I waited for Saeran came back, before heading into the room they had (Y/N) in. 

(Y/N) POV: 

I woke up confused. My body hurt. The lights are really bright. I felt something grab my hand. I looked up and saw Saeyoung. I looked around. I was in a hospital room, Saeran was sitting in the corner watching me. I looked back at Saeyoung. “What happened?” I asked. My voice sounded harsh, and my throat hurt. Saeyoung smiled. 

“Which part?” he asked. 

“All of it. How am I here? Why are you here?” I sat and listened as Saeyoung told me everything. The agency sent me here and threatened Saeyoung. They took down the agency and came here when they found me, you know. Then I passed out and they took me here. “So you didn’t get rid of me?” I whispered after he finished explaining everything. 

“What? Why would you ever think we wanted to get rid of you?” Saeyoung asked. 

“Stupid. Obviously they thought that. They woke up in their universe, with no explanation. To everyone’s knowledge we were the only people who could do anything like that,” Saeran rolled his eyes at Saeyoung. Saeyoung’s face fell, I watched a tear fall from his face. 

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked. “I should have listened to Saeran and focused on getting you back before taking down the agency. I was worried that they would harm you if I got you back without taking them down first. But I was wrong. I was the only one that hurt you. I wouldn’t ever want to get rid of you.” I looked up at him and tried to smile. 

“You are stupid,” I giggled. “But I knew that. I understand why you did what you did. You just did what you thought was best. It’s not your fault my mind is messed up.” Saeyoung looked up at me. 

“But I’m still sorry.” 

“I know. It’s okay.” I thought to myself. I didn’t really know what to think. I don’t know what to do or where to start. “What are we going to do?” I finally asked. 

“Well, it’s ultimately up to you, but Saeran and I talked about it. We think it would be best to go home and then get us some help,” Saeyoung answered. 

“Which home? And who’s us?” I asked. 

“Home home. And you and Saeyoung,” Saeran answered this time. I nodded. I knew I needed help, I’ve known for a while and didn’t do anything about it. Look where it’s landed me, a hospital. 

“If it’s okay, I’m going to sleep some more now,” I mumbled to them. Saeyoung smiled and nodded. I woke up a few hours later. I felt something by my side and looked to see Saeyoung leaning on me, asleep, still holding my hand. I smiled a bit. Maybe he does care. I just overreacted, took things too far. I should have trusted him. 

“How are you feeling?” I heard Saeran softly ask. I moved my head to look at him. He looked uncomfortable, but concerned. I knew he had gone through similar things as I just did. 

“Better I guess. I want to apologize to you,” I told him. 

“For what?” he asked, genuinely confused. 

“I’m sorry for trying to do what I was going to do…” I looked away. 

“You don’t have to apologize. Your mind was just lying to you, telling you that was your only option. It happened, but we got there in time to stop you. I’m sorry it took us so long. I know it’s not a fun place to be in when you think that’s your last option. It’s hard, but you’re a lot stronger than I am (Y/N), you’ll be fine,” he responded. I was surprised. I had never heard of this. Someone not being angry for someone trying to end their life. But I suppose he knew what it felt like to have someone yell and ask what’s wrong with you when you do something like that. It was nice he didn’t. 

“Thank you though. For saving me,” I told him.

“Thank you for letting me. I don’t want to lose you either. I’m sorry it took us so long.” I felt Saeyoung stirring in his sleep. He slowly lifted his face, his glass askew on him. He looked up at me and smiled a bit. “Good morning,” I told him. 

“Morning. How are you?” he asked. 

“Better.” Just then a doctor came in and asked about our plans. We told him I would leave and get into therapy. The doctor suggested I be under constant supervision, which I really wanted to oppose, but I knew I needed it. The doctor let us go, and we checked out. We headed back to my apartment. I decided to shower and make myself decent before returning to their universe. Before I could go into the bathroom, Saeran ran in. I was confused at first, until I saw him exit the bathroom with anything sharp or dangerous. He meekly smiled at me. I nodded. I knew he should. I got into the shower and it felt refreshing. I got out and changed. I walked out to my living room and informed the twins that I was ready. They nodded and we got on the bus to head to the portal. I was nervous, but also felt oddly calm. I was going back, sure my life would be slightly different now, but I was happy there. So I could be happy again right? 

When we got through the portal, I once again was out for a day. When I woke up, Saeyoung and I talked about what was going to happen. He and Saeran decided that I should stay with them so someone could be with me, which I agreed to. He then gave me a few options of therapists to see so I could decide and make an appointment. I looked through the options and decided. We made our appointments for tomorrow. Saeyoung wanted to make sure I started early, which was probably best. The day was weird. I didn’t spend a minute alone, except for when I was in the bathroom, but even then, one of the twins would be waiting outside of the door for me. They made sure that I ate plenty, all three meals plus snacks. If I refused they would look at me and refuse to let me not eat. The twins each tried to give me space, but I knew it was hard when they wanted to make sure I wouldn’t do anything. I didn’t really have too many negative thoughts though. Around 4, I was watching a movie with Saeyoung when he broke the silence. “The RFA all wants to see you,” he began. “But only when you’re ready.” 

“I think I could, maybe in a few days,” I paused. “And maybe only a few at a time. I don’t want to have to answer too many questions. Did you, you know, tell them what happened?” 

“No, I don’t think it’s my place to do so. You can tell whoever you want and whenever you’re ready.” I nodded. I watched a smile creep up on his face. “Do you want to go get dinner somewhere? There’s a small cafe I know of that doesn’t get too crowded.” I thought about it. I hadn’t been out in a long time. I took a deep breath, I was nervous to go out. “Sure.” Saeyoung and I got up and ready to go out. I thought about changing out of my sweats, but decided not to. We told Saeran and then got into his car. The drive wasn’t too long. Their bunker is far outside of the city, but the cafe was in a nearby small town. When we got there, we walked in and ordered. It was nice. When we sat down to eat, it was silent for a bit. Neither of us really knew what to talk about. Soon, we were talking like normal again. Saeyoung made sure to make me laugh a lot. After we left, we went to a nearby park. I sat down on a swing next to Saeyoung and looked at the ground. I heard him chuckle. I looked over at him. “What?” 

“It’s kinda like when I first met you right now. You, in sweats and your hair pulled back, in a park at night,” he replied with a smile. 

“Yeah, I looked like a wreck then too.” 

“I don’t think so, you look amazing to me.” 

“Yeah whatever,” I said, moving to bump my swing into his. He laughed. 

“I knew then that you struggled with mental health. I should have been better about it all,” he told me. 

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“Well, it’s not like your mental health just suddenly gets better. You even told me how you felt! People are fine for a few days, maybe even weeks, but then it’ll all go downhill. When you told me how you felt, I should have been better at being there for you. Been better at showing you how I felt.” My breath caught in my throat. How he felt?.... Saeyoung looked at me and took my hands into his. He looked into my eyes and smiled. My heart felt like it was beating much faster than it ever should have. “I love you (Y/N). I have for so long. I was afraid to say it, I didn’t want to push you into anything. But I should have told you sooner. I should have told you that I am so in love with you. I should have told you how much I care about you, how much I want you to be happy. I should have said that I don’t want to be with anyone else, that I love your personality. I should have been more forward, I should have shown how much I cared. I should have told you that I loved you sooner. I love you. I do. I really do.” I began to cry a bit. 

“Saeyoung, you know that what happened wasn’t your fault right?” I asked. He didn’t move. My chest began to hurt. He can’t think this is his fault. “It isn’t your fault. I knew how much you cared about me. It’s just my brain. I love you too Saeyoung. And I appreciate that you didn’t rush me into anything, even though I knew that I love you. I’m happy when I’m with you. And I’m going to work on my mental health, because I want to live. I want to live so that I can love you. Maybe it’s not the best reason, and it’s too dependent on someone, but for now, it’s what is stopping me from trying again.” I reached over and hugged Saeyoung. When he wrapped his arms around me I was reminded that someone cares. Even when I feel like that, someone cares. After a while, we made our way back to the bunker. I was still tired, so I headed to bed early. I slept for a few hours, before being woken up by bad dreams. I sighed as I sat up. I should be over this by now. Don’t go see him, he’s asleep. I decided to get up and get some water. When I got into the kitchen I noticed Saeran in there. He smiled at me. 

“Can’t sleep?” he asked. I nodded. I knew he also struggled to sleep. He passed me a glass and I filled it. “What’s on your mind?” he asked. 

“Everything,” I smiled. “Nothing dangerous though. How did you get through it?” 

“I wouldn’t say I’m completely through it. There are definitely still days where I wonder why I’m even still here and trying. But it’s usually on the days that Saeyoung decides he needs to spend time with me. As annoying as he is, it helps.” I smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, it’s hard though.” 

“It is, but it’s easier if you have people who help you. Saeyoung might not quite  understand what it’s like, I’m here for you too (Y/N).” I looked at him. 

“Thank you. I’m going to head back to bed, have a good night.” 

“You too,” he replied. I headed back to my room, but hesitated before going in. It wouldn’t hurt anybody if I just...Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Saeyoung’s door. I could see a light coming through so I knew he was up. He was probably working. I knocked on the door and I heard him mumble to come in. He swung around in his chair and looked at me when I came in. “Oh (Y/N). Is something wrong?” he asked. 

“No, well...kinda. I just had a dream that woke me up. What are you still doing up?” I asked him. 

“Well, I was working, but now it seems I have something more important to do.” I furrowed my brows. 

“What?” I asked. He got and came toward me before hugging me. 

“Making sure you get to sleep,” he answered. He picked me up and put me on his bed. 

“Oh uh, are you sure? I’m fine alone…” I mumbled, embarrassed. He nodded. 

“Yep! God 707 is here to make sure his 606 sleeps comfortably!” I shook my head. He wrapped his arms around me as he laid down. It felt wrong, but also right to be next to him. I smiled into his chest. Maybe, with you here, I can get through this. I can get through the thoughts my mind has put me through for years.

SUMMARY FOR THOSE THAT WANTED TO SKIP OVER IT:

Basically, Saeyoung and Saeran saved (Y/N) when he got to their universe. They took them to a hospital to get them immediate help, before returning to their universe. The twins decided to keep (Y/N) under constant supervision, so their first day with the twins was weird being followed around. Saeyoung and (Y/N) decide to go out to eat at a small, empty cafe. They head to a park afterwards where they are honest with their feelings to each other. They return to the bunker, where (Y/N) has a bad dream and is woken up. They have a short conversation with Saeran about how hard it is dealing with mental health, before going to Saeyoung, who decides to make sure they sleep comfortably. 

[calypsoff]

Eighteen

Shaking my head lightly “you annoyed?” Barry asked me between him packing his case and looking at me “a little, she’s barely responding to me. She is busy, like she called me and in the background I just hear someone say Rihanna we need you back, I hate that shit. Like why do I need to be there!?” Barry snorted laughing “you sound like you just want her attention on you, she is working Chris and she wants you to be supportive of that and be there to you know, I don’t know rub her feet. Hug her, maybe she wants you to see what she does, why are you the way you are? I mean seriously, enjoy the time. Hair is being paid for, you just turn up!” Barry is excited but I see it for a different point of view, I just hate the shit. He’s going to be all pointing like that is her boyfriend, I am Chris, shit is weird “but she hasn’t called me back? I’ve called her for the third time now, I could be dying” Barry laughed out “you’re annoying, be there for her. Don’t be a pain, which I see you will be. Shit, I am so excited for this. I’m going to be on Rihanna tour, she followed me you know. On Instagram!” He is so excited, they all see it differently then I do “I got my chains on, these are pussy magnets. Foreign pussy” TJ randomly came in to tell us they “be quiet, but yeah. I will get my shit together” getting up from the bed “if she dumps you I will be the man to take over” shaking my head laughing, Barry so stupid but I just hate that she is not picking up her calls, I miss her a lot. I am not even being funny about it, I just miss her so much. Just speaking about random shit, when she is answering my calls it’s straight to the point, then it’s like because I think she knew I wanted to speak longer she goes haven’t you got some clothes to promote, that pissed me off but it’s annoying me, she knows it and I hate it. Now she’s not even answering but yet promoting this shit tour on her page.

We got an Uber to go to the airport, we got a late flight out and got a cheap hotel because the flight is leaving in the early hours and if I am not there I do not want to hear Robyn about it “I expected more, like where is the driver?” Looking behind me and at the backseat at TJ “and who are you!?” I spat laughing “I am your best friend, I just wanted to be escorted. Like dang we are flying commercial, where the fuck is the good stuff” shaking my head at him “you think your girl is angry at you because of the whole girl thing in Virginia” Barry had to remind me “I didn’t ask for a picture with her, she just took it but I think she is just busy, genuinely too” turning back around, I can’t believe my picture with that girl in the bar ended up on blogs, I looked so wasted and then Robyn didn’t really care for it but she wasn’t amused, she just said be careful and that I need to remember who I am dating like she doesn’t remind me every few days, I think it did annoy her a little. The girl was on my lap and I don’t even remember that part at all. Actually thinking back to it, she could be angry about that, I don’t know anymore. She hasn’t kept in contact with me at all, I am pissed off myself, she hasn’t said anything to me, and I am started to become annoyed.

We checked into the cheap hotel, still Robyn hasn’t contacted me, and I don’t think she will until the day. But she has posted a rehearsal picture, nice of her “I personally think that as her boyfriend we should be held in a higher status, ok maybe not us but you yes, we are in a cheap hotel sharing a bed” I jumped on the bed laughing “it’s cute, I am the big spoon” I pointed at TJ “mhmmm, I like being the small spoon. Just to feel your body heat on me” rubbing my face laughing “nigga dumb, well what we doing then. We in New York?” Barry shook his head “if we have to be there in the morning, sleep that is what” I guess he has a point, looking up from my sneaker seeing TJ recording “niggas on tour” putting two fingers up at him “my nigga Breezy and Breeze” I feel a little fed up and we haven’t done anything, I just feel it because of the lack of contact. I feel annoyed already and this is no good because I know me, I am going to be mean as fuck. I am going to try and be nice but we will see tomorrow. Imagine not speaking to someone that has never been on tour, that doesn’t know what he is doing. It makes no sense to me at all, I would be in contact with her because I would know she is new to it but that is just me.

Barry stared at me, he is annoyed with me but I am more then annoyed with him but I guess we all dumb, we are slightly late but they still processing people and she hasn’t contacted me still, I feel like a second citizen and I am very much ready to go back to Texas. Where the fuck do I go, where do I stand. There is a lot of journalists and fans here in this line, I wouldn’t call it a line. More of a mess of people just stood around “should we be really here? They were screaming earlier because they saw Rihanna’ manager, that is why I asked” TJ is nosey, I nodded my head “I am pissed off, not going to lie. I am here for y’all now. Because I know how excited you all are” that is the honest truth, I did it for them “thanks” TJ said, I chuckled “that is him” TJ pointed “who?” I questioned “manager” he stared at me and I just stared at him, he sniggered, that was not smile. It was more of a snigger but whatever “I don’t care, I don’t even know dude like that, I don’t know what he is smiling at anyways” shaking my head “so is this it?” I am so grumpy right now, but you can’t blame me when this shit is happening, how the fuck am I here and Robyn is wherever, is this her punishment because I didn’t want to initially go with her to California.

Checking my phone, nothing at all. We are currently outside waiting to board to be honest, but there is a lot of waiting around and that alone irritates me but it’s whatever “name?” this girl asked “Barry” seeing a couple of fans starting to run off in a way, I looked to where they was running too “and you?” the girl said, I don’t know who she is “Chris” I mumbled, seeing Robyn walking eith her entourage, black shades on, black tank “excuse me” looking to the lady “you should be up ahead?” she pointed out “nah, that is a mistake. I will be here” walking off, I rather sit with my friends. Looking back at Robyn and she is smiling wide and is going up the stairs at the front end of the Boeing, me on the other hand is entering the back side “shawty got a big crew, she looks happy” pushing TJ to walk, we need to go. I just want to sit and go to sleep, I am tired. Even though we came late, we still left late so it’s whatever.

I am not happy, that is the actual truth and I am pissed the fuck off “aren’t you Rihanna’ boyfriend?” looking up at this random guy sitting in front of us “nah” I laughed shaking my head “uhm I think you are” I shrugged laughing, this guy started to get his phone out and I kind of died inside now because this is awkward, I am sat in the nosebleeds and I look dumb, TJ looked at me and I looked at him, this is not good “yeah, this is you” he turned his phone to me, this is awkward “bro, it’s a mirage” I need him to not “you’re her boyfriend and you’re sat here, already. I am Jason by way, what is it like to date Rihanna? Weren’t you welcome there” this guy is annoying me “just leave it, thanks” I said nicely, I am trying to be nice “did she leave you because you are a criminal” I got up from my seat and gripped his tee “I said fucking get off my dick” pushing him back, the whole flight went silent “sir, can you please sit down or we will need to remove you” sitting back in my seat “I will fuck you up now shut the fuck up” lowering my snapback, I am fucking angry. He is just talking so much fucking shit in my face, how is that even fair.

I feel like the flight is talking about me, I am just going to sleep through the flight. Robyn did call once, that was it. She can go and be what she wants to be “Chris” moving my snapback up seeing Mel “you need to come up front” staring at Mel, do I want to be escorted like a child to the front, no I don’t “I am good here” I said in a whisper, everyone is so quiet and it’s because they are trying to hear “can I just sit in the middle for a minute” Mel said to TJ, he got up from the seat to let Mel sit “I will go the bathroom then” nodding my head, I don’t want to hear it, I am stubborn about this “Robyn wants you to come up front, you shouldn’t be here” Mel said in my ear, rolling my eyes “tell her I am good here, she ignored me all this time and now she wants me to come?” I laughed “we heard, you attacked a journalist, the whole flight knows Chris. Robyn is busy, she will be busy. Don’t be the one to add to it” it’s always about her “I am staying here Mel, it doesn’t hurt to text me and call me. To tell me where to go, shit. Even say we will meet up when I land, nothing. If she wants me to come then she will come herself, and the journalist deserved it” I don’t want to argue with her friends “you don’t do that over here Chris, it’s making her look bad but ok” she got up from the seat, I do not care about that.

TJ did a nervous laugh “we about to kicked out the tour, I guess we get one out of the seven” not going to lie but it made me laugh “nigga said one out of the seven” I said laughing, I expected Robyn to text me, I did. I mean of course she would, to make it seem I am in the wrong, unlocking the phone to see her message.

Twin: What did I say about stressing me out now!? Out of all the days, you fucking HAD to do that, the talk about you being sat there like a fucking dumbass.

Oh she is angry well she can be, messaging her back.

Chris: How yu making this about me when you didn’t message me all fucking day, what did yu want me to do? This is on yu not me.

Twin: Get your ass here NOW! Or this fall out will be bigger then it is

Chris: No

Twin: Tina is coming there, yu come here now

Chris: I will visit

Getting up in a huff “where you going?” TJ asked, side eyeing him, and he let out an oh as he got up to let me out “I will be back” I ain’t staying there, she probably wants to tell me how wrong I was, how I am making her look bad, the usual. This is going to be a long way to the front, not only was I going to attack a journalist now the whole plane knows I am sitting here, and I did that, they know who I am “are you ok sir?” the attendant asked, “uh yeah” walking into the next section up, these are loud as fuck, I mean they are hype as fuck about this trip I guess “party with us Chris?” I don’t even know these people “I will pass on this” I laughed just walking, I don’t want to be in this mood, but Robyn is wrong, now she will be all hurt by it. I feel like I am going to be an ass, I don’t want to be that, but she brings that out of me.

Her bodyguard was about to pounce on me thinking I just came into the first class without being someone in her circle, but he stopped himself, realising who I were. Robyn is busy here I see, having fun. Her smile soon faded, she is not happy, and neither am I. She waved me over and I proceeded to see her, she sat down in her little private seating, nice of her. I didn’t bother to look at others, I am not staying “hey” crouching down to her “why are you sitting there?” first thing she asked “because the very person that is supposed to be there for me isn’t there, you didn’t text me or anything. You haven’t even called, not even a quick text to say hey Chris meet me here, you didn’t even care for me like that, what am I to you?” I am trying to speak at a whisper, but I feel like it is getting higher “I am busy Chris, I expect you to use your brain. And you had to attack a journalist” she thinks I am wrong and I think she is, this is about to be annoying.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Stark’s New Intern” Chp. 15

Summary: Erik is a little weary...

Mature Audience. NSFW. Smut.

"Can't get you off my mind You're like my favorite song Just want to turn you on And work you all night long 'cause I (oh I) I just want to be your man (I just want to be your man) All around the world This goes out to girls all around the world…"

Lloyd—"Girls Around the World"

"What's going on with you? You looked frazzled, Stevens."

Tony watched Erik lumber into the conference room carrying a stack of folders. He walked around the oval conference table arranging the folders for an afternoon meeting as Tony wrapped up his morning conference with his marketing team. Erik's lackluster energy was too obvious despite the two cups of espresso he downed at the coffee shop before coming to work.

"Just tired. Been doing some all-nighters for Janine and Manuj."

It was the partial truth. He had been doing some extra work for his project manager and her right-hand man, but the truth was, he was physically worn out.

From sex.

A lot of sex.

A lot of sex with Giselle and Athena.

He did his best to alternate his fun time with them, but as healthy and seemingly replenishable his body was at his age, a young playa couldn't keep up with the demands. He was fucking both women at least twice a day. Athena in the mornings before going to work, and Giselle in the evenings when he returned to the Oakwood at night. On weekends it could be more depending on where he was on his time off while alternating between the two women. The constant dick appointments were wearing a young nigga thin. He wasn't getting enough sleep. He now found himself avoiding the women for the past three days just to get a break. He didn't want to say no to either of them because he didn't want to cut off the relationships. He literally had two fuck buddies and also Janine his immediate boss to juggle for work and there were only a few weeks left in the internship. As his father used to say to Erik when he was a child, Bast be a rock.

The women themselves knew full well that he was messing around with them both at the same time, and there was an unwritten rule that neither of them would make a big deal about it as long as there was no overlap. Erik kept the trysts discreet, but sometimes there was tension when they all had to be in the same space for intern meetings and social gatherings conducted by Tony. During those times, Erik made himself scarce, hanging near Curtis or Maria, and often times using Valentina as a buffer since neither of the women liked her too much.

His mind was really stressing now because Tony was planning a yacht party off the coast of Malibu and all the interns were invited to celebrate the ending of the internship. That meant close contact with both women at the same time. Yikes.

"Stevens, look at me."

Erik stopped in front of Tony. The man poured Erik a glass off water from the reception table and Erik drank it down.

"You're dehydrated…I see bags under your eyes…what's going on? Janine working you too hard? Too many projects?"

"Nah…I'm good. For reals—"

"You don't look good."

Tony poured more water into his glass and Erik took his time drinking. The water eased the throbbing in his right temple. Shit, he really was dehydrated.

"Take better care of yourself."

"I will."

Erik reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to Tony.

"What's this?"

Tony glanced at the list of numbers.

"Bank accounts. My player's fee, remember?"

Tony had finally gotten around to offering compensation for his prowess in Poker. The man's face gave him a smirk.

"I'll have your fee deposited by the end of the day."

"Lotta zeroes, bruh, spread evenly" Erik encouraged with a smirk of his own.

Tony glanced at his watch then shoved the paper into his shirt pocket.

"The next team is ready for you, Mr. Stark."

Devika held open the conference room door.

"Do you want me to stick around?" Erik asked.

"Yeah, you can fill in for Bryan. He's out for the rest of the day. Do me a favor can you go up and bring me my touchpad and the Robbins folder from my office desk? Devika can get it for you."

A new department swept in past Devika, and Erik followed her out toward the bank of elevators on the fifth floor. Erik glanced at Devika's clothes. She dressed spiffily every day, but today the drip was real, and Erik's eyes glossed over her naked legs in her teal mini-skirt and matching mini-blazer. Devika was fine, but far away fine...untouchable fine…not interested in any game Erik tried to spit but nice about it fine. He used to compliment her all the time about her sartorial choices when he flirted with her his first two weeks at the internship, but she looked at him like he was corny, so he kept his mouth shut. But he was always looking at her. She seemed to like it.

He appreciated the working relationship he had with her. She was always looking out for him, making sure he ate during the day and forcing him to leave the building when he lost track of time on the job.

"Are you losing weight?" she asked as they walked together.

"Maybe, haven't been eating a whole lot lately."

"You look thinner in the face. I'll order you a couple of burgers for lunch."

"You always take care of me."

"Because you don't. I like you heavier, not thinner—"

"Oh, so you admit you like me?"

"You are the worst flirt, you know that, right?"

"Flirting? Moi?"

Her eyes danced across his face and he gave her some dimples. She rolled her eyes.

"Ah damn," he sighed looking past Devika's face.

Giselle.

Heading his way.

He swiped his intern card on the elevator scanner for the executive suites and thank God they opened immediately.

"Erik!"

Giselle moved faster to get to him but the doors swept closed with an easy hum and Erik leaned against the bronze elevator wall as if to make himself invisible. Devika just gave him a strange look and when they reached Tony's floor, he breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't deal with Giselle at the moment.

Devika gave Erik access to Tony's inner office to get his touchpad and paperwork.

"I'll text you to pick up your lunch. Don't ignore it," Devika said as he headed out.

Mind occupied, Erik rounded a corner to sneak a quick chat with Curtis to ask about playing a pick-up game at the Oakwood after work, and he spotted Athena rounding another corner. He pretended not to see her even though she saw him and he hoofed it back to the elevators.

A group of people waited for rides back down, and there was no way he could wait, so Erik made a mad dash back to Tony's office.

"You forget something?" Devika asked when he swept in.

Erik grabbed for the knob of Tony's inner office door, but it was locked.

"What are you doing?"

Erik's eyes darted around, nowhere to hide…except…

He scrambled across Devika's legs as she sat in her chair and dove under her desk clutching Tony's touchpad and folder.

"Erik-?"

"Shh, you didn't see me!"

Hunched under the desk, Erik heard Athena walk in. Devika blocked his body with her legs.

"Hi Devika, is Erik in here?"

Erik tapped Devika's leg.

"Uh, no, he was here a few minutes ago. He picked up some stuff for Mr. Stark. He should be heading down to the main conference room."

"Okay. Thanks—"

"Did you need something from him?"

Erik's eyes pleaded with Devika to shut up. He could see her face from under her large heavy desk. He was lucky she didn't have the chrome and glass furniture like Tony's office.

"Nothing in particular. Just wanted to chat with him. Haven't seen him in a couple of days."

"I'll let him know you were looking for him if he comes back up."

"Thanks."

Erik closed his eyes with relief.

Devika stared down at him.

"What was all that about?"

"You don't want to know."

"You are as bad as Tony."

She reached down to help him out, but when he gripped her hand, she shoved him back down. Erik reached for her legs to keep his balance and held onto her thighs.

"Is Erik here?"

Fuck.

Giselle.

"No."

"I saw him with you, so I thought he came up here."

"Should be back down with Mr. Stark. Afternoon meeting."

"Huh…I thought he would be with his project manager."

"Not today."

"Okay, thanks."

"I'll let him know you were looking for him. He seems to be very popular today. Athena was looking for him just a second ago."

Erik's face grew tight.

"I guess he is," Giselle said.

Erik waited with bated breath, his fingers clutching Devika's thighs.

His eyes dropped down to look at his hands and he could see her legs were parted wide enough where he could see under her short skirt.

His lips curled up when he saw she had on a blue thong and it could barely cover her vulva. Part of it was wedged in her folds. Erik clutched her thighs a little harder to keep his bearings.

"Bye," Devika said.

As exhausted as he was with Giselle and Athena, there was no pussy like new pussy and Erik could not stop himself from staring. Devika had a nice fat vulva. He wanted to put his mouth on it.

"Erik?"

Her voice made him raise his eyes up. His lips parted and his fingers slid down from her naked thighs to her knees, He widened them. She pushed against him but he was stronger. She tried pulling down her skirt, but there was nothing she could pull down.

"You can come out now," she whispered.

His eyes drifted back to looking between her legs. Her buttery brown thighs looked soft and he wanted to push them back so bad.

"Erik."

She must've seen the growing lust in his eyes because her own stare took on a whole different look.

His index fingers rubbed gentle circles on her knees and he slid his hands back up her outer thighs. She didn't try to close her legs at all. He dragged his eyes back to her center.

"I can see your pussy, Devika."

He felt her legs shudder. He squeezed her thighs.

"Pretty pussy…nice fat one…"

Her saw her vulva throb.

She reached for her skirt again.

"Nah, move your hand."

She did what she was told to do.

"Pull your thong to the side, lemme see it all. I just wanna see it, Devika."

He licked his lips and his gaze drifted back up to her face.

He waited for her to either cuss him out and call HR or Tony…or pull them panties back as he asked.

Her body was responding to his touch. He could hear her breathing getting heavier.

"If you don't want to. It's cool. You just…you got me turned on right now and I'm just being blunt with it, Ma. Sexy as fuck right now. I'm under a damn desk and there's pretty pussy in my face. I'm gonna react. On God, girl, you got a nigga feeling thangs."

She chuckled breaking the tension.

Her fingers slid down under her skirt.

She was going to do it?

He felt his heart race.

"Fuck, Devika…"

Panties slid to the side he saw all of her glory. Part of her thong caught a bit of glistening natural lubricant and spread it across her inner lips. He pushed her thighs open even wider.

"Play with your pussy."

He shifted back onto his backside and felt his dick thicken watching her folds ooze fresh slick from her insides. Her short red fingernails stood out against the cozy brown of her vulva and the pink of her slit. She rubbed her swollen clit and he groaned—

-until Tony and three other men walked into the outer office.

"Hey, did Stevens make it up?"

Devika's eyes darted down to his as she slammed her legs together.

"He left a few minutes ago. A couple of interns came looking for him, so he may be caught up in something," she answered. There was no tension in her voice.

"Text him and let him know he can bring my touchpad up when he's done. Tell him to drop off that folder I asked for to Davidson's office. It's not confidential so if Davidson's gone to lunch he can leave it with his secretary."

Devika reached for her cell on her desk. Erik grabbed his cell from his back pocket and made sure it was on mute.

"Guys, is it okay if we just meet out here?" Tony said.

Fuck.

He heard the group shuffle over to Tony's outer office meeting space. Erik couldn't crawl out because they would see him. Why couldn't he meet in his inner office? He shifted under the desk as quiet as he could to keep his circulation going in his cramped legs.

The men were loud and quite comfortable and Erik could hear them getting up from time to time to use Tony's expensive Italian coffee maker. Devika's eyes met his a few times and she just shrugged at him. He'd have to wait it out and hope Tony didn't ask for him.

Devika sat in her seat, and as Tony's meeting progressed, her legs opened wider torturing Erik under the desk. She pulled her chair close bringing her fat vulva even closer. Teasing him wasn't helping him in his cramped state, so he took advantage and stroked her legs starting at her ankles and working his way up to her thighs again. She pretended to type on her laptop, but Erik knew she was actually enjoying him being trapped between her legs.

She squirmed a bit in her seat and Erik pushed back her skirt. Feeling bold, he reached up with his right hand and touched her outer lips, the clipped pubic hairs already slick. He traced his fingers up through her engorged inner labia and pinched her clit. He saw her eyes squeeze shut as she kept as quiet as a church mouse. Her legs quaked around his arms and he dipped two fingers into her wet slit. Her mouth fell open and the desire he saw in her eyes made the root of his dick throb hard in his pants.

Moving is fingers in and out of her with slow gentle thrusts, he could hear the stickiness getting louder with his manipulation. He wiggled his fingers back and forth to hit her walls and her legs bounced up and almost hit the underside of her desk. He glanced down at the bulge in his pants. They were being so reckless, and he didn't care.

"Devika, could you darken the walls please," Tony called out.

She leaned over to the side and Erik knew she was using a remote to make the glass walls of his outer office darken with a tinting fixture so no one could see what was going on inside. When she leaned back into position, Erik slipped his fingers back inside of her, digging in her a little deeper. He watched his digits work her slowly and her pussy pulsed, opening and closing around his fingers, a bit of creamy fluid spilling out when he took his fingers all the way out to play with her clit. Erik loved when a woman's pussy opened and closed with pleasure, the spasms pushing the bottom half of her vulva with light rhythmic pulses. The movement reminded Erik of a heartbeat. He wondered how it would feel around his dick. 

He whispered things to her moving his lips but not letting any sound come out. She could tell he was saying filthy things to her and her pussy and mouth reacted by both opening and closing. Erik's fingers were shiny and milky from her juices and when he poked his lips out to keep from groaning, Devika's mouth opened wider and her eyes slammed shut as he felt her pussy cum all around his fingers. The tight pulls nearly made him nut in his pants as he watched her soft wet pinkness kiss and suck his digits with hard tugs. The spasm petered out after a few minutes and Erik pulled his fingers out and licked them. She tasted good. Her pussy kept twitching and her pink slit acted like it needed his fingers back inside it again.

Devika cradled her face with her hands and he rubbed her thighs to calm her shaking legs.

Tony and company left for lunch after an hour.

Erik crawled from under the desk with cramped legs and a tight back. With the office blacked out from the outside, he sought out Devika's lips and she accepted them.

"Lock the door," he whispered in her ear.

Devika did with a wave of her hand, and he lifted her onto her desk.

Whatever fatigue he felt from fucking Athena and Giselle dissipated the moment Devika took him raw, hot, and oh so ready.

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[im-tops-bottom]

An idea my sleep deprived mind came up with

After the stupid civil war, Tony spends more time making better suits and weapons for everyone.

Thor and Bruce had returned a year later saying Loki tricked them and had been working alongside their sister Hela who destroyed Asgard. Now they are heading for earth with Thanos. They're bringing the war to them.

So yeah Tony Stark became real busy. Especially since he had to not only organize Pepper and Natasha's wedding, but also bring the rogues back, attend SI meetings and make new products for the company to sell. Sleep left his dictionary and was replaced with more energy drinks and more coffee.

At least he had Shuri and Peter to help take some of the load. Those alphas are going to grow up to be the best the world has ever seen. Tony is proud of them.

A week later the rogues return, Tony manages to organize several different products and a few updates on previous ones to keep the board happy for the remainder of the year, get at least one new suit for each hero and all new tech courtesy of the kids (especially when Harley came over for a visit and got several new types of arrows organized), and also managed to get a 3 hour sleep on there.

After everything was done, a day later was the wedding. Tony had ignored the rogues, the paps and anyone else who he didn't deem family. It was pretty much easy as he mainly kept to himself in his isolated corner. It was better when it was nearing close to midnight and everyone was tipsy amd chatting away, he had left to return back to the compound.

A couple of days later everyone decided to do some training, well mostly everyone.

"Thor have you seen Tony? He should be here training"

"he has barely left his lab. Always looking for better ways to upgrade everything for when Thanos finally reaches us. None of us know exactly what Thanos is bringing so it'll be best to be better prepared"

Steve frowns before rolling his eyes and giving up. Ever since everyone found out about Steve's secret and wjat happened im sibera, Steve had been working non stop to seek forgiveness from his team. Ever since finding out from Thor and Bruce that Tony had been right all along he had been seeking Tony's forgiveness for everything. It had been a difficult process since Tony hates Steve and is terrified of Bucky. He Huff's as he starts training.

The next day is when everything turns to shit. Tony finally decides to join everyone for lunch when Loki Grace's them with his presence. All his attention had mainly been on Tony which made everyone nervous.

"what do you want green bean?"

"only to make the battlefield even"

"what do you mean by that?"

"we need to take Earth's greatest defender down a notch or two"

"good luck taking down Captain America"

"who says it was him?"

Tony gets sent across the room via green magic hitting him. He growls as he stands up. He drops a few seconds later as he has an urge to vomit.

"that should do the trick"

"what did you do to Tony?"

"a person can't fight if they're pregnant. Now hmmm who should I make the father?? Oooh I know"

That night Tony had locked himself away in his room not letting anyone aside from vision who can go through walls in. After a panic attack followed with a massive rant, vision had calmed him down saying it wasn't good for the baby.

"you'll work something out tony Stark. You always do."

The problem with all of this was that Tony was a firm believer in bonding with someone first before having a baby. He always had beta's to get him through his heats just in case. Now not only is he having a baby whose father is the winter soldier but said alpha is buddied up with boyfriend Captain alpha tight pants. How is an unmated omega sub (he was really into BDSM) meant to cope having a baby. All sorts of emotions and hormones are going to be kicking in soon. He was not prepared.

"those two alphas can go get fucked if they think I'll let them anywhere near me. I'll let them see the baby once it pops out but until then they can stay away from me"

"Tony maybe you should sit down and half a civilized talk with them. anyone you want can be there with you while you guys clear the air. After that maybe you could think about everything with a clear head"

Tony sighs as he lays down with his head om Jarvis lap.

"your right. I'm sorry about being closed off. I never meant to but I'm just scared and angry."

"it's understandable now go shower and we'll go and get the both of you something to eat."

3 months later tony is sick of everyone. They are too careful around Tony. Do everything around the house. Does the heavy lifting for everything. Makes sure Tony eats and sleeps properly. Banned him from alcohol and coffee. Amd have tried to push him to talk with the super soldiers. Everyone except Pepper and Nat who is always present whenever tony is alome with the soldiers.

Tony relaxes on the couch one night while watching a movie. He tenses as he feels Wanda's presence. She sits at the far end of the couch to start off with and then Tony feels a headache come on as she slowly slides down the cpuch towards him. In frustration he turns his head amd growls as he watches her eye his stomach.

"would you just hurry up and get over here dammit"

Wanda smiles as she slides all the way down. She slowly raises her hand and it annoys Tony so he quickly grabs it and places it softly on his tummy. They both jolt in surprise.

"did the baby just?"

"yeah I think they did"

"wow"

"I know right"

They sit there and watch a new movie while smiling everytime there was movement. They snuggled up laughing amd chatting away before they got into the serious conversation Tony had been holding off since the two met. Afrer crying and hugging they returned back to their original position and carried on watching the movie.

After the 4th movie played, Wanda in all her beta goodness tried to keep a tense Tony calm. It didn't take long to find out why he was tense when she looked up and saw a growling Bucky amd a worried Steve.

"get away from him witch"

"Steve take your guard dog and get out of here. She's allowed tobe here"

"tony I don't thi-"

"you don't ever think and that's your problem not mine"

Everyone tensed as Bucky's growling got louder as he got closer to Wanda. Wanda sighed amd looked at Tony. They have a silent conversation before nodding. Wanda gets up after kissing Tony's stomach and head.

"have a good night Tony"

"yeah you two Wanda".

Tony watched Wanda leave before glaring at Bucky who completely ignored him and sat on the couch and dragged Tony onto his lap. He was trying to figure out what Bucky was doing until it was too late.

"WHAT THE FUCK JAMES? DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST DO THAT? STEVE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT GET HIM OUT OF HERE I WILL KILL HIM"

Steve rolled his eyes as he sat on the couch and nuzzled Tony as well. His had held Bucky's while they laid it on Tony's tummy.

"I'm gonna murder the both of you in your sleep"

"we need to talk Tony"

"you come in here, scare a kid-"

"she's not a kid"

"away, amd then mark your god damn territory! Seriously! Now I'm gonna be smelling like the both of you animals"

Bucky growled as he nipped Tony's shoulder letting out a "good" before carrying Tony back to his and Steve's bed where they lay claim and Mark Tony over and over again until their scents become one.

The next day while the soldiers sleep Tony heads over to Wanda's room. She smells him and says "oh no" before calling the girls. Food, drinks, chick flicks, games, blankets and a few other things come along as the girls have a girl's day in with Tony. Tony tells them what had happened and the girl pamper him which calms him down. He smiles as he gets a massage from Nat while Pepper is painting his toe nails amd Maria is doing his finger nails.

Tony tenses as there's a frantic knock at the door. May opens it up as Thor rushes in saying that Tony needs to head down to the medical bay quick. Tony and the girls follow Thor quickly and 10 minutes later tony is a mess again.

"Loki did this? I'm gonna kill someone real soon."

Turns out tony is gonna have two babies. Both girls. One belongs to Bucky and the other belongs to Steve. Speaking of the two, they rush into the room along with everyone else. Tony yells at them and then explains to everyone who didn't know, what had happened. Clint points out that Loki must have known what happened.

With much reluctance Tony allows Steve to carry him back to the super soldier room so they can cuddle some more. The cuddling turned out to be more scenting, more claiming, more marking. Tony says fuck it and bites Steve and Bucky's bond marks right back. Hard enough that they bleed for a minute before healing which shocks the soldiers.

"you want me? Okay sure. But I'm going to make it a living hell for the both of you. You wanna talk? Fine lets talk. Talking starts now."

Alot of yelling amd talkimg comes into play and everyone says what they need to say. Tears and pain come in but no one gives a shit as they finally clear the air. Tony makes an effort to let them know that babies and bonding doesn't change anything and they need to work real hard for his forgiveness and trust. They promise they will.

"do you also promise to not tear Wanda's head off Everytime she is near me?"

"that witch messed with you. She is still an untrained Hydra agent who has powers. No"

"fine I'll get her a tutor who can train her. I'll ask Xavier or Stephen to help out. Once she is trained then can we sit down for cuddles and watch movies eith the girls in peace?"

"fine but Friday will keep an eye on you guys"

"ugh fine"

Months later finds Tony go into labour while everyone fights thanos and his army. Captain Marvel comes in and saves the day and breaks Loki and hela from thanos'hold much to Thor's relief.

Steve and Bucky race into the hospital room and stand guard as they watch Tony give birth to two adorable pups. One with blond hair and another with brown. After Tony scents them, he passes them to Steve snf Bucky so they can scent them as well. They take the babies while Tony gets some rest amd introduce them to their new family.

As Tony falls asleep hr smiles at his mates knowing nothing will be the same ever again. It also didn't help that Bucky said they plan on properly getting Tony pregnant.

5 years later finds a hectic mummy Tony running making breakfast while everyone takes a baby each to bathe, change amd feed. Tony is pissed off because of his stupid mates.

"20! I HAVE 20 FUCKEN CHILDREN! 10 EACH! AMD YOU TWO STILL WANT MORE! AM I RUNNING A SCHOOL HERE! IM SURE THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL! I HATE YOU TWO"

"language honey. There are children around"

"and besides. We did say that our families were known for giving birth to more than 2 children at a time. We can't help that it probably double due to the serum"

"Steve was fine. I had 2 to 4 children. YOU ON THE OTHER HAND! I GAVE BIRTH TO 9 OF THOSE LITTLE RUNTS! 9 BUCKY! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Bucky laughs as he walks over to Tony and hugs him. He places his hand over Tony's tummy and lets out a happy sigh.

"and I have 8 more on the way"

"and then it'll be my turn"

"it sure will Stevie. It sure will"

"I really really hate the both of you"

"hey! It comes with benefits. You aren't doing much work now as everyone else is having fun doing it for your and loving their Jobs, you are also hurt free, and have a proper eatinf and sleeping schedule."

"we also get to spend more time with you with lots of cuddling."

"I feel like if I wasn't an Omega then you guys would have just tied me down to the bed amd kept an eye on me 24/7 so I couldn't leave"

"if we didn't love the feeling of seeing you with our pups then that would have been a guarantee. Our kink? Pregnant Tony"

"even better kink, our Tony pregnant with our pups,,"

"now since breakfast is ready, eat up sweetie because we are horny"

"I'm five seconds away from fucking Tony on the kitchen table. Do we have to wait.?"

"well no"

"great"

Bucky picks up Tony who yelps and carries him away. Steve stands there and stares at everyone.

"right. I'll grab our breakfast and everyone can dish themselves out some."

Steve races to their room with food and drinks in hand....well on a tray

[its-me-screeching]

Phantoms - chapter 1: The familiar stranger

My newest Merelsa project! Told from Merida's perspective. For more info, see my AO3. Otherwise, enjoy the ride!

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It was a regular autumn evening in October, rain pattering against my window like the great biblical flood would be taking place anytime soon, and there was a knock on my door.

I did not pay attention to it.

I retracted my hand from the bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos positioned on my lap and brought the snacks to my mouth. They tasted bland, I thought to myself, like they always did these days. No matter how much I pained my mind, I couldn't recall a time in which food had tasted like heaven.

Another knock. I still wouldn't answer the door.

I stretched out on my couch, reached for the remote of the television, and reduced the volume. The reporter on the news droned on in his monotone voice, speaking of global warming, war, a car crash nearby or something equally terrible. I didn't know exactly what he was saying; all I knew was, I didn't want to hear it.

I cast a third glance at my front door, from which the knocking still resounded. Whoever was standing there would grow tired fast enough, their knuckles reddened and hurting from continously molesting the entrance to my humble apartment. The noise, annoying like a fly buzzing in your ear every second of the day, didn't cease.

Perhaps I would have answered the door quicker if I had but the faintest idea of who could be standing behind it. Thinking back now, if I knew who it would turn out to be, I would've bolted for the door in seconds, anxious to see the person behind it.

Instead, I took my time, letting my eyes roam around my apartment, deciding fast that this was not a place I fancied letting people into. I saw my collection of unwashed plates and cutlery displayed on the kitchen counter like the ruins of a once glorious castle, and a layer of dust on the floor, thick enough to tickle my bare feet if I stood up. And the scent… was not to write home about. I would try to urge myself to clean my home at least once a day, and after around five minutes, I would tell myself I'd do it 'later'.

'Later', I learnt soon, came to mean 'never' if you said it often enough. I felt my face heat up slightly, a blush appearing on my cheeks and heat creeping up my neck, as I sat on my couch, motionless, experiencing something akin to embarassment at the situation I'd gotten myself into.

And yet the knocking continued, and now it felt like an angry beast trying to make my eardrums burst.

It was time to get up and open the door, even if whoever was at the door would see my apartment and faint, were it for the smell or the mould surely gathering on plate number seven in my kitchen.

As I stood up from my couch and trudged through the dust, vowing to finally take to vacuum cleaning later (never, never, never), I called out 'I'm coming! Wait a second!' and continued to wonder whoever it could be at the door

It couldn't be a family member, for I hadn't had any contact with any of them for well over a year. My relationship with them, especially my mother, had been complicated, I'd been told, and after my incident, tension rose and I ceased all contact with them.

Not for the first time, I questioned if it had been a family member, perhaps my mother, who had led me to abuse Nepenthe in such a way.

Nepenthe. A drug, bittersweet on your tongue, but stinging in your brain like acid. There are many reasons to take a drug; the enhancement of your senses, the increase or decrease of focus, to calm down or to go wild. Nepenthe was never like that; Nepenthe made you forget. And when you overdose on it, you'll face the true meaning of amnesia.

I overdosed, two years ago. There were memories, or one terrible, terrible memory, that I couldn't bear to live with. Then I took more I could handle, wiped my mind blanker than unused paper and that was that. When I woke up in a hospital bed, to the smell of disinfectants and feeling like I could vomit my guts out if I tried hard enough, I remembered almost nothing but my name and age.

I would remember in time, the doctor, a friendly Asian man, told me. He'd sit down on the side of my bed, not close enough to feel threatening and he would tell me I'd be fine. He'd had more patients like me, he said, and they all regained their memories as time passed on. As they returned to their own lives, the tiny, insignificant events and people they knew would trigger their memories, cause them to recall who they were before, piece by piece. Hearing a loved one's voice, seeing a show on TV, smelling what was once their favourite food, could be enough to make someone recover a memory they once held close.

I did regain some memories, but I knew my parents were hiding something. I suppose they were afraid I'd try to forget again if I eventually remembered what caused me to take that much Nepenthe in the first place. There was something missing from my life, like someone had taken a vital organ from my body that I could only hope to retrieve someday. I tried to prompt my family to tell me why; why would I do it, why, this was hell, I was in unknowing agony in fucking hell, please tell me what was so important that I'd do this. But my parents, indifferent as always, refused to speak.

They were doing what was best for me, they said. I understood. I understood what was best for me. I moved out of their house, to a different city, and hoped I'd be able to make new memories to fill the void Nepenthe left in my heart.

And still, I was hooked on that lost past, consumed by trying to recover the forgotten. It prevented me from functioning, stopped me from communicating with others and be social like normal people, made me go out at night to walk from somewhere to nowhere in hopes of catching a glimpse of something or someone I used to know well. I was stuck in incomplete existence and knew well that I wouldn't shake that feeling of hopelessness unless I figured out why I'd decided to ruin my own mind and life once.

Then there was the knocking on my door. For mere seconds, I allowed myself to think my parents would be standing on the other side of it, that they would tell me they would discuss the issues of my memories with me over dinner. Deep down, I knew it could only be my landlady, though, for it was possible I was behind with my rent. A small jab of misery on a list long enough to fill a novel.

I opened my door and fell speechless.

"Hello, Merida."

I didn't know her. That was all I could think about. This girl, with her platinum blonde braid and blue eyes, skin paler than snow, was not someone I was familiar with. And yet, it felt like I'd known her for decades.

"Do we know eachother?" I asked, feeling the vague sensation of a nervous nausea pooling in my stomach.

The girl smiled, and somewhere, deep in the back of my mind, I thought I could recall laughter, distant and unreachable. But it was there.

"I don't blame you for not remembering me. I know what happened, but you see…. We were friends once."

I raised an eyebrow. "Friends?"

"Friends. Good friends."

I crossed my arms. "What's your name, then?"

"I'm Elsa. Elsa Arens."

Many questions formed in my head. A fraud, I thought, she's looking to take advantage of my situation. Some people are experts at sniffing out where to get money… though, to be honest, if she knew my name, she'd also know my as a supermarket cashier provided me with just enough money to be able to have dinner every night, nothing more. I wasn't a millionaire in a movie, there was nothing she could take away from me. And this girl knew my name.

I felt my nails digging into my sleeve. "If you want, you can come in for a second. It would be easier to talk that way."

'Elsa' nodded. "That sounds like an idea."

Her voice, I thought, had an edge to it as cold as the autumn breeze outside. There was warmth in it, sure, but it was hidden. I would have to do my best to bring it out.

I took a few steps back. "Don't mind the mess," I said, getting ready to close the door behind her.

I was sure she was aware of it. The smell, the dishes, the dust, all of it. She didn't look around when entering the living room, but I saw her eyes move everywhere, soaking up my mess. I settled on my couch, leaning against the armrest, and she sat opposite of me, far more elegant than I could ever hope to be.

"So."

"A start." Elsa eyed me with a stern look. "Do you believe me?"

"Partially."

"Partially?"

"Yes, partially. If you were a good friend of mine, why didn't you come see me at the hospital? You know what happened, you know the aftermath, and we're two years further now. It took you two years to come and talk to me. That doesn't sound like a very good friend. Does it to you?" I sounded aggressive, more than I wanted to. Every bit of pent-up anger that had been building up over the years came spilling out of me, like a sleeping volcano coming back eith another eruptiom. I didn't want to be this angry with her, but considering the circumstances, I knew I had a right to.

Elsa leaned forward with a remorseful look, shoving my abandoned bag of bland doritos away with one hand and resting her chin on the other. "I'm sorry. I should've contacted you sooner. I just… I had to leave. I would've been there for you if I had the chance."

"What could possibly be more important than a friend who needs your help?"

"It was urgent business."

I almost laughed at it. A cruel laugh. "Urgent business? Sounds to me like you were in prison or something."

"Prison?"

"Yeah, could be. What did you do? Theft? Murder? Fucking hell, you better not be a former friend-turned-killer who's showing up to get my help hiding from the police."

Elsa's eyes widened. "No, no, nothing like that. It's the other way around, actually."

"Did you just accuse me of murder?"

"I meant that I'm here to help you, Merida. You don't have to do anything for me."

Now I did laugh, slumping on the couch even more. "Help me? Now? Is this you arriving fashionably late? 'Cause this isn't a fancy fucking party, Arens. This is 'urgent business'." I mimicked her own words, prying for a reaction.

"Look, I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I'm sorry I had to leave, but I'm here now, am I not?"

"Yes, you're here to help me. Help me with what, exactly?"

"Have you looked around, Merida?" her voice grew icier with each syllable. "You're a wreck. You need to get your life back on track if you want to be alive when next year comes around. You're dead now. I mean, you're obviously alive, but you're not living."

"I'm not a zombie."

"But you're moving through life as one."

She was right and I didn't like it. For all my dreams of being reconnected with my past, this was too much. It overwhelmed me, as if someone had drenched me in enough chloroform to make me sleep a hundred years, only to wake up to a reality even colder than the old one. I made up my mind.

"You need to leave."

"Oh, if you want me to, I will." Elsa stood up, not in hurry. "But your parents… they won't tell you why you overdosed, right? The only way for you to find out is through them, right?"

"What?"

"I know what you tried to forget. I know why."

Upon hearing this, I shot off of the couch like a gun from a bullet. I stared into her eyes, currently as welcoming as the cold, brick walls of my apartment building, and made sure she could see the determination in my own. "Tell me, please. I have to know."

"I can't tell you. You need to recall it yourself."

"No, I don't have to. I don't need to know anything else about you, god, you seem like an awful friend after what little I learned about you today. I don't need to know anything but this."

"If I tell you," Elsa stated without losing her cool, "years of lost memories will crash down on you in a few seconds. That's not healthy. You might even suffer from brain damage after. So you see, I'm opposed to telling you."

"Tell me then," I continued, "the whole story. Who you are, who I am, who we were. Tell me about your urgent business you had to leave for. This friendship we used to have. I'll gather memories and eventually, you'll be able to… you'll be able to tell me why."

Elsa sighed. "It's a long story. It would take me days to tell you all of it, Merida. I can't reduce 13 years to an hour."

"13… years?"

"It seems like you underestimated the extent of our friendship. It's not a problem."

"So, what do you propose?"

She raised an eyebrow and it was terrifying. Somewhere, hidden in my mind, many more moments like this one were locked away. It baffled me.

"I'll help you get your life back together, in a way. We'll clean this mess. We'll go some places together, make some new memories while you recover the old ones, and eventually, you'll find out why you overdosed."

"Sounds simple, but effective."

"Any objections?"

I narrowed my eyes. I'd become too curious to have any serious objections. "I still feel like you went to prison or something equally bad."

"Believe what you want to believe. I'd tell you about my reasons for leaving, but I can assure you, that would cause your mind to collapse too."

Too many memories still gone to know the truth. I knew what I had to do.

"Fine. Help me get my life back on track, Arens. Help me figure out what happened to me, and I'll decide in the end if your reasons for abandoning me in the past were good enough."

A small, almost adorable smile appeared on my guest's face. "Thank you."

On that strange autumn evening, I took my first step to uncovering the truth I now know. It was and is a terrible truth, one I still want to forget sometimes. It is also, however, a truth that needs to be told, to be remembered, for both knowing and not knowing broke me down just the same. I will write it down, for all who wish to read the tale, and I will never forget again.

[whiskey-bumblebee]

Kylo imagine where the reader has complications during childbirth and he's afraid she might die just like Padmé? But also you're amazing like honestly!!

Complicated

Pairing: Kylo Ren/ReaderWord Count: 1605

Kylo gently took your hand as the landing protocols began. The metropolis of Coruscant opened up beneath you, and you noticed that he was watching eagerly out the window.

“Not used to being a passenger?” You teased. 

Quietly, you were glad Kylo had opted to sit with you in the back of the ship rather than piloting it. After you’d entered your third trimester, Kylo had effectively taken leave of his duties and chosen to shower you with more attention than he’d ever given you.

He leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“Was everything comfortable?” 

You hummed and rested your head on his shoulder as the ship touched down.

According to Kylo, the Finalizer didn’t have natal facilities worth gracing with the heir to the Supreme Leader, and as far as you knew, the Order wasn’t all that forgiving to anyone who misused the industrial-strength birth control everyone was on.

So, here you were on Coruscant. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to have some time with off-duty Kylo and your newborn.

Kylo stood and extended a hand to help you to your feet.

“You’d think they’d be more stable considering they’ve swollen to twice their normal size.” You huffed as you slowly rose from the plush seat.

Kylo smiled and one of his large hands rested on the small of your back.

“Come on, let’s go meet your team.”

                                              * * * * * *

You winced as the cold gel was wiped on your stomach and Kylo sat up straighter, alert.

“You okay?”

You smiled and squeezed his hand. “It’s just cold. Stop worrying.”

“Easier said than done, Princess,” He said quietly.

“Everything’s going to be fine. The doctors and nurses are wonderful, we’re on the safest planet either of us has ever been on, and everything’s been planned down to the type of bread I’ll have for lunch once it’s done.”

“I thought we’d decided you were having yogurt to boost your calcium-”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, and some wholewheat bread for fiber and carbohydrates. Really, Kylo, I’ll be fine.”

“I trust you…” He mumbled. “I just don’t trust myself.”

“Well, fortunately for you, I’ll be the one ejecting.”

The nurse chuckled.

“What if my genes-”

“Your genes are fine.”

The nurse piped in, “Mr Ren, all fathers worry about everything being perfect, and I can assure you that there are no labor complications that will stem from your genes. From here on out, it’s up to us and your lovely wife to make sure everything runs smoothly, and I can assure you they will.”

“We aren’t marri-”“Actually it-”

You both stopped, and you nodded for Kylo to continue.

“Actually, it’s not Mister,” He corrected. “It’s Supreme Leader.”

“Right,” The nurse smiled cheerily. “Well Supreme Leader, I’m sure everything will be quite alright. And before either of you can start worrying again, look at this.”

He pointed up at the screen, showing you the baby wiggling back and forth.

“Alive and kicking, in the downward position, ready to go.”

Kylo squinted at the picture, still trying to comprehend how a night of passion 9 months ago could result in a living, breathing human.

Half perfection, half fucking disaster, He thought. He frowned, Just like me, I suppose. And we all know which half took the reins.

“So everything is as it should be?” You asked the nurse.

He smiled and nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! I can’t wait to see how your little g-”

Your eyes widened.

“You can tell the gender?”

“Of course, do you want to know?”

“I didn’t think they could see that,” You said quietly.

“We sure can,” The nurse’s bright mood dimmed slightly. “Haven’t your other ultrasounds… No?”

Kylo shook his head. “The equipment where we live isn’t the best for that sort of thing. Their abortion equipment, however, that’s state of the art.”

The nurse looked taken aback.

“Oh,” He said softly.

They don’t offer abortions in Coruscant, You thought at Kylo. They aren’t legal here.

Kylo glanced at you, confirming he’d heard.

Forgot. Sorry.

He cleared his throat, cutting through the silence. “So it’s a girl?”

The nurse nodded. “A little girl. Have you thought about names?”

“We thought we’d wait until we knew the gender,” You mused, a million possibilities filling your mind.

So many strong women had played important roles in your life, and surely Kylo would want something to honor his family through his maternal side.

“Well, I’ll see you in the morning so we can induce your labor and hopefully by lunchtime we’ll have an heir to the throne,” The nurse smiled.

                                                    * * * * * *

Sweat beaded across your forehead as you pushed again, chest heaving eith exertion.

“Wait, wait, stop pushing for a minute…”

Kylo’s grip on your hand totally slackened and he jumped to his feet.

“What, what’s happening?”

His heart almost stopped, time slowing as he glanced between you and the doctor. He could feel his heart pumping against his chest.

He closed his eyes, willing the images forming in his head to disappear, but they remained.

Headlines proclaiming Padmé Amidala’s death in childbirth whirled in his mind, and he remembered his grandfather speaking to him of his anguish at the loss. Two generations ago, and it seemed it was about to repeat. He couldn’t lose you. 

It simply wasn’t an option.

He felt sick to his stomach.

“Listen, Doctor. I don’t care what you have to do, I don’t care if we have to lose the baby… Just keep her alive. Please. She’s everything to me… She’s all I have,” His voice broke.

“Please. I’ll do anything,” He whispered past the lump in his throat.

The doctor nodded solemnly.

“It isn’t severe, just not ideal. What’s happening is called a nuchal cord.”

Kylo flipped through all his memories of late night reading about childbirth, and came up blank.

“It’s when the umbilical cord becomes wrapped around the baby’s neck.”

Selfishly, Kylo allowed himself a breath of relief. It wasn’t anything that threatened your life. Only his daughter’s.

The words shook him to the core. 

My daughter.

Suddenly, he was filled with the sense of something bigger than him, a protective urge that led him to ask, “What can I do?” Before he’d even thought it.

“If you can call a nurse…”

“I can do it.”

“Alright, Supreme Midwife, you’re the expert.” The doctor rolled his eyes slightly and situated himself back between your legs.

Kylo was too anxious to protest the sarcasm and returned to your side.

Delirious with painkillers and tiredness, you mumbled.

“What’s happening?”

“We need you to keep pushing so we can get her out. She’s wrapped herself in the umbilical cord.”

“She hasn’t even seen the world yet and she’s already trying to hang herself?”

Kylo cracked a smile.

“Supreme Leader, I need a spare pair of hands here.”

Kylo ducked back to the doctor.

“If you could gently pull on the baby’s head, I can untangle the cord.”

“What if you pull and I unwrap?” Kylo suggested.

“Then we’ll have to swap sides.”

Kylo’s heart sped against his chest as he moved to the right and waited to see the neck.

What if this was it? What if he did something wrong and…

He shook his head slightly as the doctor called for you to push.

The neck appeared, and wrapped around it twice; the cord.

“Put on a pair of gloves and get to it.”

Kylo leaned over and pulled a pair of green gloves onto his hands.

“Gentle now, that cord is how the baby is getting oxygen. Don’t squeeze or pinch it.”

Kylo nodded soberly and started unwinding the soft cord.

“All good down there?” You asked, head foggy.

“Perfect, Princess. You’re doing so well. Can you push one more time?”

“I’ll try. Just for you, Kylo.”

“Thanks.”

The neck came more clearly into view and Kylo unwound the last loop, then he noticed a thickness in the cord.

“Doctor?”

The doctor swore under his breath. “It’s a knot. We need to get her out now.”

Kylo felt as if he could pass out, eyes swimming with tears. He could see his daughter’s soft pink lips and delicate eyelashes. Losing her now would be…

“Push, push, push! Almost there!”

“Ren, the scalpel.”

The baby slid out as Kylo grabbed the scalpel, hands shaking.

“Cut it about 3 inches away from her bellybutton.”

Kylo took the pink tube in his fist gently and pressed the scalpel just below his little finger, then pushed through the cord.

The doctor rested two fingers on the baby’s chest and nodded.

“She’s here.”

Tears fell down Kylo’s cheeks and he gasped softly.

“Oh my God.”

“She’s out?” You asked.

“Yes,” Kylo breathed, wiping her down with a soft cloth.

Her eyes blinked open and Kylo smiled, sobbing.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Let me see,” You said hoarsely.

Kylo glanced at the doctor and he nodded.

Softly, Kylo gathered the crying bundle into his arms and brought her to you.

He wept as he saw the two of you together for the first time, then laughed.

“I never cry like this,” He told the doctor, smiling and wiping his eyes.

The doctor smiled. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to do some tests.”

“Amidala,” You whispered.

“What was that, Princess?”

“Amidala,” You smiled. “That’s what I want to call her. Is that okay?”

“That’s beautiful.”

Kylo reached out to touch her head and she grabbed the side of his hand.

Tears filled his eyes again.

“Good afternoon Amidala,” He smiled. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.”