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The Secret To Shinhwa’s Longevity? The Answer is Their Leader, Eric Mun.

Eric Mun, one of the best leaders, if not the best, sets an example of what true leadership is. What has he done for Shinhwa that the group stayed intact, becoming the longest-running idol group in Kpop, with no disbandment & no member change?

Let’s start from the very beginning. After winning a street dance championship in the US, Eric was selected by Lee Soo Man in March 1997 & he debuted as the leader of the 6-member-group Shinhwa on 24 March 1998

In 2003, Shinhwa’s 5-year-contract with SM came to an end. At that time, many 1st generation groups faced disbandment, like H.O.T, Secks Skies, S.E.S. So it was expected that Shinhwa would disband too. Following the group’s contract expiration, SM wanted to disband the group & offered solo contracts to only some members. But Shinhwa’s aim was that the 6 of them would stay together as a group and could not be separated. So, Shinhwa refused the solo contract offers with SM, which was undoubtedly a shock in the industry. So far no artist had ever dared to offend the big boss of the Korean entertainment industry, and they were the first.

So, what did Eric do to avoid disbandment and keep the members together after the contract expired? 

Eric, the leader who chose to keep his group together over money. His first priority was his group. 

He was offered solo contracts that were FOUR times more than the other members. “Honestly, others would think about those offers for a month, but Eric rejected them immediately, just to let the members be together.”

Truthfully, how many people do you know that can make such sacrifice, whether in real life or in idol world?!!!! .. Eric could’ve said, ‘screw Shinhwa’ and then accept SM’s offer to double his contract 4 times on the condition that they disband Shinhwa and he go solo.. But Eric’s genuine love & loyalty for his group couldn’t be replaced by money or securing a place in SM. He turned down the offers IMMEDIATELY & & took Shinhwa to another company, which was even a great risk as they were leaving the big boss of kpop entertainment to start again in another much smaller company. The result didn’t matter to him as long as remained with the members. 
imagine that Eric accepted those tempting solo offers, then we wouldn’t have Shinhwa anymore. The fact that the six of them are able to stay together now, Eric contributed A LOT to it.

and to Eric, his choice wasn’t a sacrifice .. it was the best decision he has made in his life.

After Eric chose Shinhwa over money & suggested moving to another agency, then came the next problem. Leader Eric had to fight for the rights to “Shinhwa’s” name.

After Shinhwa left SM among much controversy & refused to extend their solo contracts, then came a huge problem. The members needed to continue using the same name “Shinhwa”. But since SM still owned the rights to Shinhwa’s name, so Eric had to put himself through a crash course in legalities to resolve Shinhwa’s contract issues. Eric was the one who negotiated with the management and no one will ever know how much hardship he had to endure during the negotiations. Eric went to court against SM to retain the rights for Shinhwa’s name. He even studied law to find a way for Shinhwa to continue being active under the same name. (Bear in mind that he was only 24 years old back then!!) .. He paid a HUGE sum of his OWN money to buy the name’s rights.. Eric really went through hell during that period until in the end, Shinhwa won & left SM with the rights to their name.

Can you imagine that a young man in his early 20s, gave up on massively tempting solo offers and chose to go through hell & fight for his team just to remain with his band mates & keep the group intact?!!! .. who else can do such thing?!! .. what a true leadership & loyalty! 

It’s also Eric who negotiated -alone- with other companies till he chose the best offer for his group. Then Shinhwa moved to Good Entertainment. But unfortunately, not so many people were pleased with that decision & so they tried their best to bring Shinhwa down, asking them to disband like what other groups did back then.

In 2004, a journalist once wrote an article heavily criticizing Shinhwa & blatantly used personal attacks on the Shinhwa members implying that they are failed musicians who try too hard with solo activities. He proceeded to slam Shinhwa with ruthless criticism, leading to a big media frenzy. It was then that Eric stepped up once again as the leader to speak out. He made a powerful reply to the reporter & published it on the Internet, asking for a more meaningful review. That reply of Eric went viral & found its way to the official school books in Korea, marking him as the 1st & only artist to have such feat. He ended the letter with: “It’s not so easy to see Shinhwa. If there’s anything, you can look for me.” & this line became very famous.

Here’s an excerpt of his lengthy letter..

WOW! such powerful reply! Eric might be 4D & act like a cute kid, but when someone or something threatens Shinhwa, he turns into a totally different person. totally dependable & trustworthy leader.

When Eric was at the peak of his success, being the nation’s flower boy after starring in the very popular drama “Firebird” in 2004, & dominating almost all CFs and he was dubbed the “CF King” .. Many thought that he would leave Shinhwa & there were many articles released that urged him to go solo & pursue his successful career as an actor & rapper away from Shinhwa.

“I remember a conversation I had with Eric over drinks back when we were filming Firebird (Phoenix). I said ’“It’s a good idea to go into acting. Anyway, you can only be an idol for a few years, just make acting your lifelong career”. Eric turned serious and replied “NO! I’ll be with Shinhwa for more than 10 years, for a lifetime. Please wait and see!”
- Firebird Director San Ray’s twitter (2012.03)

Eric strictly clarified to everyone what his top priority is, which is the group Shinhwa. Eric: “Shinhwa is everything. Without Shinhwa there won’t be the present me, and I would not meet precious friends and members who love me.”
                 Eric: “Shinhwa is our root and it has to be our core.”

This man’s loyalty & devotion to his group is simply unbelievable!

2008 - The group hiatus due to military service. Eric is always the leader who knew how to keep his word.

In 2008, Shinhwa held their last concert before the 4-year hiatus due to the army enlistment. In that concert, they promised the fans that Shinhwa will come back after all members finish their military service. “Shinhwa will come back, please wait for us”

But .. during those 4 years of military service hiatus, Shinhwa was on the verge of disbandment. So the dependable leader Eric stepped up again to keep their promise to the fans & keep the group together.

and that’s how Shinhwa came back to us again, thanks to Leader Eric who lived up to his position as the best leader & the big brother to his group members and brought them together again. Couldn’t be more grateful to this AWESOME man! he’s truly a man of his words! .. Thanks to him, we have Shinhwa today!

Eric: “Shinhwa must go on forever. Even if there is no company that wants us, we might just form our own company and carry on.”

In 2007, some members left Good Ent. (the company Shinhwa moved into after SM) & many people thought Shinhwa were going to disband. But the loyal leader Eric stepped up again and assured that Shinhwa will go on forever even if there’s no company that wants them, Leader Eric came up with the idea of forming their own company! He’s truly the leader that thinks ahead & seeks for what’s best for his group! to this extend he’s so loyal & dedicated to Shinhwa!

Eric’s efforts to gain the full rights to Shinhwa’s name.

But .. to establish Shinhwa’s company, there was a serious issue needed to be resolved. Shinhwa didn’t have the full rights to their name yet, since SM handed over the full rights of “Shinhwa’s” name to Jun Media Ent. in 2005.
So before establishing “Shinhwa Company”, leader Eric went through a very tough time & had loooong negotiations with Jun Media to use Shinhwa’s trademark. And finally, after reaching an agreement, Eric’s dream came true & Shinhwa Company was established in 2011, marking Shinhwa as the first & only idol group to establish their own agency with their own name & personally run it. 

But due to many legal issues concerning Jun Media, Shinhwa filed a lawsuit and leader Eric went to court against Jun Media in 2012. He went through hell again with many trials & appeals & temporarily changing the company name to “ShinCom Ent.”. Until finally In 2015, Shinhwa won and gained the full rights to their name after 12 years. 
This man, Eric, used to show up in varieties, all smiling & laughing, acting 4D & as 3 yrs old kid, while he had such huge burden over his shoulders, fighting for years for Shinhwa to continue with their name. He makes me speechless!

The members expressed their gratitude & thanks to Eric as he was the one who struggled the most during the the whole process.
Such a dependable Leader! 

The leader that always thinks of Shinhwa as family.

Eric has always been the dependable big brother to all the members. “I always think of the members as my real brothers”. And as a real brother, Eric is always there for the members when anyone of them faces troubles & does his best to help the members out.

Eric, to help Minwoo out, gathered the members & suggested that everyone of them contributes a sum of money so that they help Minwoo overcome his financial trouble as loyal brothers. 
This man continuously sets examples of how true friendship should be.

When Eric earned a large sum of money in CFs, he split up his pay and supported other members who had financial difficulties. When he was dominating CFs, he called the members to his house and gave them bonus money. He’s also filmed CFs originally meant for himself but he got the company to include the rest of the Shinhwa members.

Shinhwa’s appearance for China gag concert in 2015 was originally meant to have Eric as the only guest, but he refused & told the production team that if it wasn’t a SHINHWA segment, he wouldn’t attend. So, Shinhwa as OT6 was casted instead.

One of the things that make other groups disband is when the members care more about their solo work than the group itself.
Then comes leader Eric, who leads by example. For his solo activities, he always thinks of “us” before “me”! his group always comes first.

To Eric, Shinhwa always comes as a top priority even before his solo work. When he does a solo activity, he does it because he knows it will benefit the group itself, not doing solo to shine away from the group. He does his solo work to promote Shinhwa.

  Even when he gets a solo activity, he never decides on it by himself… Eric will first get the agreement of the members if there is something he wants to do for himself. If there is a solo activity that he wishes to do, he would first gather the opinions of the members & seek the agreements of all the members first!!. 
Seriously who ever does something like this?!!!! .. such an attitude of his sets an example of what made it possible for Shinhwa to promote separately and together. 
Eric: “Rather than my solo activities, Shinhwa’s activities are more important.”


another secret to longevity? it’s the leader’s genuine care and support to the other members’ solo activities. Eric always sets an example for others to follow. 

Dongwan: “Eric always thinks about every member, and seeing how he helps make us take care of each other.“

Eric has always been a truly supportive & selfless Leader. Not being selfish & focusing only on his solo activities, but he always helps his members in their solo careers, showing ultimate support & encouragement to them & happily agrees to feature in their albums, and always expresses how proud he is as his members are doing great in their solos. While staying at home, he keeps on monitoring their performances & giving them very useful feedback & advises.

Eric: “Aside from our group activities, I’m really happy to see the members do well in their solo careers. If I can offer my help in any way, I’d like to help them continuously.”

  & what does he gain in return for his massive help & as feat. fees in his members’ albums?! .. Pizza or sunglasses :D

Eric, the leader who leads from behind & puts the members in front. He doesn’t like to stand out and always stays away from the limelight, happily giving it to the members. 

and there is always that noticeable thing about Leader Eric. He has always been supporting Shinhwa from the back since debut. Never been bossy. He always stays away from the limelight, happily giving it to the members. You’ll find him standing quietly in the interviews. So humble & quiet to the extend that many people are still not aware that Eric is the leader of Shinhwa. This is because he is a man with few words and doesn’t stand on the front of the group. His true features of taking care of his people shone brightly as him working behind the scenes. But when Shinhwa encounter a problem, he takes the front line, protecting the group & the members.

and after all of this, it’s expected that Eric will be thinking highly of himself as one of best leaders, if not the best ..
but ..this man is so humble to an extend you can’t believe! 

Another thing about Eric is that he never thinks highly of himself!! he’s one of the most humble people you can ever meet!!. Like he’s one of the best leaders, if not the best, the loyal, selfless & dependable leader that has been keeping Shinhwa for such a long time in the industry & still, he doesn’t think that he does something extraordinary!! 

Seriously, how can he even be this humble?!!.. Eric, you’ve been setting standards of how ideal leadership is! 

Whenever someone praises or says something nice about him, he’ll do some funny stuff to cut that person off & move to another subject. Like what he did in Shinhwa’s latest concert when Dongwan thanked him for his great efforts in getting the full rights to Shinhwa’s name back. Eric kept on kissing Dongwan to cut him off.

Or when someone praises his outer looks, & it’s known that Eric is one of the most handsome Korean celebs (he was dubbed Korea’s handsome representative) but he never brags about his handsomeness for even once, and when others tell him that he’s handsome, he’s gets so shy & flustered & tries to change topics. 

and even though he’s the mighty Eric, with more than 20 years in the industry, regardless of his fame, he remains the humble Eric who still bows 90 degrees to even the hoobaes & the fans. Forever humble as Day 1. Eric really sets an example that no matter how famous you are, you should always be humble & down to earth with everyone.

The leader that always thinks of Shinhwa before himself !

& he also doesn’t think he’s doing something extraordinary!!! 

and even during his solo activities, he seizes every chance to promote Shinhwa & the other members’ solo events. 

Then there is this amazingly meaningful quote of Eric, that makes me feel so lucky for being a Shinhwa Changjo ..

“It’s impossible for Shinhwa to disband now even if we wanted to. Shinhwa doesn’t just belong to us, it also belongs to the fans and people who love us.”

To any group, before disbanding, think deeply of this quote. Your group doesn’t just belong to you, it also belongs to your fans & people who love you!

Now.. With every anniversary we celebrate with Shinhwa, the group that debuted in 1998 & still going strong with no disbandment & no member change, let’s forever remember that the main reason behind this is Eric, the best leader we could ever ask for. The leader who knew how to keep his group intact & overcome all troubles they’ve been through since debut. That troubles that could’ve easily made any other group disband.
Eric always puts Shinhwa as a top priority over anything else .. To him, the group always comes first. He really lives for Shinhwa!

“Eric is really like an otaku. If he gets addicted to something he’ll bury himself at home but after we left our first agency, as the leader of Shinhwa, he became the otaku of Shinhwa. Even now, he worries a lot for Shinhwa and is also in charge of dealing with external matters. He is a leader I’m thankful to and can trust.” - Dongwan

Thank you leader Eric for all of what you’ve done & still doing to Shinhwa. Thank you for keeping them as forever six .. thank you for always protecting us, Shinhwa Changjo .. Thank you for always protecting Orange .. Thank you for always protecting Shinhwa Company .. Thank you for always choosing Shinhwa over anything else no matter what the temptation is .. Everyone of us appreciates your great efforts & dedication for Shinhwa. Plz continue on leading Shinhwa for more anniversaries & more success. 2gether 4ever, walking on the same road. Never apart, friends till the end. ♥♥

#HappyEricDay ♥♥  Happiest birthday to our awesome leader Eric ♥♥

A few thoughts after today's shit show:

First, this is just a friendly reminder that you do not owe these boys anything! We all spend our free time here because we love them, but we all need to remember that our mental health comes first. If the latest round of interviews (Dick Wattpad) has upset you, please take a step back and do something else with your time! Read a book (or fanfic), paint, play an instrument, bake some cupcakes, take a bubble bath, whatever you need to do to unwind. Liam and Zayn will still be here regardless of your personal involvement, and I guarantee that they would want you to take care of yourself.

Second: Don’t be afraid to think for yourself; your instincts are usually right. If something about a situation seems wrong, it probably is! I know it’s difficult to listen to lies coming from our boys in print and in person, and it may be really easy to take them at face value. However, as with everything surrounding this band, nothing is as it seems. A comment in an interview cannot erase the YEARS of history these boys have, just like reminiscing about a relationship and a child cannot erase the ridiculously shady circumstances behind them. We know these boys have been forced to push lies in the past, and we have no evidence that things have changed for ANY of them (all of OT5 is still trapped, regardless of what they say about being “free”). Use your head and call them on their BS. Also, if you do acknowledge that Liam’s comments about Zayn seem odd, maybe you should check into the legitimacy of the rest of the interview. (Dick Wattpad always pushes official narratives, so maybe you can pick out his priorities from that interview).

Third: I’ve been saying this for this whole radio tour, but it’s worth repeating. Liam Payne is an excellent liar. He is fully training to deal with the press and he has had years of experience to perfect pushing the official narrative. Liam saved 1D from embarrassment time and time again in interviews. So, why are people surprised that he is so good at convincing people of a narrative that is favorable to Simon and company? He smiles a lot and moves his hands and talks really fast, and tries to end on an emotional note to distract people into cooing or laughing with him. It’s all about misdirection. Has anyone stopped to wonder why Liam, who is on a radio tour to promote his upcoming album, has spent almost no time actually talking about his music? Maybe it’s because the entire point of his current stuntlationship is to promote a certain washed up girlbander with a nasty past who has convenient ties to good ol Simon, and who is probably going to be working on some music of her own in the near future. What better way to break into uncharted territory (the United States) than to ride on the coat tails of an attractive young singer who is destined for great things.

In conclusion, take care of yourself. Think for yourself. Take everything with a grain of salt. Don’t let current disappointments distract you from the truth.

Oh and buy Strip That Down! Liam isn’t responsible for his nasty narrative; we all know he loves Zayn more than anyone.

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26. Unexpected

In the six or seven years that Mulder and Scully have known Walter Skinner, they’ve never known him to attend any sort of social gathering, much less host one himself. So when he drops by the basement office two days before Christmas to invite them to his New Year’s Eve party, they’re taken by surprise.

“Of course, I understand you can’t commit one way or another,” Skinner tells them, with a pointed look at Scully’s stomach. She’s four days from her due date and three minutes from reaching in and yanking the baby out all by herself. “But if nothing’s changed by then, and you feel up to it, I’d like it if you could both come.”

Privately, Scully doubts she’ll survive that long if she hasn’t given birth by then… but when New Year’s Eve arrives, and she’s got nothing to show for it except a few particularly intense Braxton-Hicks contractions, Scully allows Mulder to coax her into her lone maternity dress and out of her (now their, as of October) apartment.

“Come on, Scully,” he wheedles, as he pulls her, protesting and grumbling, out of the building and to the car. “Our boss has finally deemed us fit enough for public consumption to invite us to a social gathering. Don’t you want to reward his faith in us?”

The drive to Skinner’s apartment in Crystal City is just long enough for Scully to breathe her way through a few more Braxton-Hicks contractions. Each time, Mulder glances over at her nervously.

“Should we be timing these?” he asks, and Scully shakes her head.

“It’s not the real thing yet,” she says. “There’s no rhythm to them whatsoever. They don’t even hurt yet.”

“Yeah, but your pain tolerance is considerably higher than the average person’s, Scully. I’ve seen it. Are you sure we shouldn’t-”

“Mulder,” Scully snaps, cutting him off, “I went through the trouble of squeezing into this dress and putting on makeup, and I’m not going anywhere except to this party. At the stroke of midnight, and not a moment later, I’m getting back in this car, you are taking me home, and I’m not doing anything that I don’t want to do until this baby finally decides to make an appearance. Understand?” Mulder nods meekly, and says nothing for the duration of the drive.

A light snow has begun to fall by the time they arrive. Mulder glances up at the sky nervously, then at Scully, and appears to weigh the risk of commenting on potential risky driving conditions before deciding to keep quiet. Skinner, drink in hand, meets them at the door and attempts to thrust a glass of scotch at Mulder, who shakes his head.

“Better not,” Mulder says, and leans over to whisper something in Skinner’s ear that makes their boss immediately look concerned. Before either can start trying to convince her that maybe she should head to the hospital, Scully shakes her head and walks away as quickly as she can. 

Scully wanders from one group of fellow agents to another for an hour, making polite conversation, answering far too many well-meaning questions about when she’s due, how she’s feeling, whether or not she’s ready for this to be over yet. She fields the occasional labor-and-delivery horror story (why do people insist on sharing these with first-time mothers?) and dodges the obvious gossips who are clearly only looking for juicy tidbits to share at the water cooler. The entire time, she splits the remainder of her focus between keeping an eye on the steadily-increasing snowfall outside, and timing her contractions, which are increasing right alongside the snowfall.

With less than half an hour to go until midnight, Scully is finally no longer able to talk through the contractions, and the intervals between them are decreasing quicker than she would have believed possible. Carefully placing her half-drunk flute of ginger ale on the nearest table, she goes in search of Mulder.

Seconds later, however, she feels a sudden, warm gush of fluid between her legs, and she freezes in place, her breath catching in her throat. She’s just wondering what her chances are of finding Mulder before anyone notices when there’s a sudden gasp to her left.

“Oh my god!” shrieks Kim, Skinner’s assistant. “Your water broke!” As people around them begin to turn and gawk, Scully tried frantically to quiet Kim down.

“Kim, don’t-” But Kim whirls to the room at large, paying Scully no mind.

“SOMEONE FIND AGENT MULDER!” she yells, over the music, over the hum of conversation, and every eye is immediately on them. “AGENT SCULLY’S WATER JUST BROKE!” Scully feels her face go immediately red as every guest in the room simultaneously gasps and turns to look at her. Excited murmuring is suddenly everywhere, and moments later the crowd parts, revealing a panicked Mulder and a terrified Skinner, barreling through the guests at top speed. They skid to a halt at either side of her.

“I’m fine, Mulder,” Scully insists. “We should probably just- ohhhhh….” She groans sharply and bends at the waist, as much as she’s able, clutching at her belly, as the strongest contraction she’s felt so far seizes her. Mulder takes her arm and leads her through the crowd, towards the door. Skinner follows along behind them.

“We should call an ambulance,” he suggests. “It’s been snowing for hours and the roads are getting dangerous.” Scully opens her mouth to tell him that’s ridiculous, they’ll be fine driving on their own, but another contraction rolls over her and her words die in her throat. Mulder makes a strangled noise that suggests he’s inches from panic, and as the trio leaves the apartment, borne on a wave of well-wishes from the guests, Skinner pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. Through a haze of pain, as she waddles slowly down the hallway, leaning on Mulder, Scully hears the AD calling for an ambulance, arguing with the dispatcher; then, as they reach the elevators, he hangs up in disgust.

“There are four multiple-car pileups in this part of town, because of the snow,” he says. “Every ambulance in the area is busy.”

“Don’t- need- an ambulance,” Scully grunts at him. “You drive us.”

“Me?” Skinner’s panic seems to ratchet up a notch when Scully nods.

“You’re a Vietnam veteran,” Scully says, as the contraction releases her from its grasp. “Are you telling me you’re too scared to drive a pregnant woman to the hospital?” Skinner opens his mouth to answer, but his retort dies in his throat as Scully doubles over with another contraction.

“They shouldn’t be this close together yet,” says Mulder anxiously. “This is faster than the book said it would be. What’s going on?” Scully shakes her head, unable to speak, and keeps moving, smacking the elevator button with all the force she can muster. Mulder and Skinner follow her into the car when it arrives… and as the doors slide shut, Scully suddenly feels an incredible pressure in her pelvis, accompanied by a deep, instinctual compulsion to push. She groans, leaning her back against the wall of the elevator and sliding to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Skinner demands, as both men kneel next to her. “What’s going on.”

“Now,” Scully huffs, beginning to pant. “The baby’s coming now.” Mulder pales.

“Not now!” he says. “It can’t come now, not here!”

“Yes. NOW.” Scully insists. She begins to wiggle out of her soaked underwear, grateful for her decision to wear a dress, and Skinner hastily stands and turns his back. “Mulder,” she pants, “need you to check. If you can see. The head.” Mulder nods, terrified, and lifts her dress, peering between her legs… and he immediately falls back on his hands, his eyes wide.

“I can see it!” he exclaims, looking up at her, his eyes wide, his panic intensifying. “It’s coming! What do I do?”

“Nothing,” Scully grunts. “Guide the head- as it slips- ouuuuuuut!” The urge to push hits her hard, and she obeys immediately.

“It’s coming out!” Mulder yells excitedly, and in the corner of the elevator, Skinner looks, in spite of himself, and quickly turns away again, leaning his head on the elevator wall. “No, wait!” yells Mulder, as the contraction ends. “It’s going back in again!” He looks up at Scully. “Is that normal?”

“Mulder, you said you read this part of the book!” yells Scully.

“Six months ago, Scully!” says Mulder defensively. “And that was before having part of my brain cut out!” There’s a sudden chime, and behind Mulder, the elevator doors slide open, revealing an extremely startled older couple.

“Get the next one!” yells Skinner, slamming the button to close the doors again. At the same time, Scully is hit by the strongest urge to push yet, and she bears down, grunting involuntarily in a way that would probably have embarrassed her to no end, had she not been wholly preoccupied by the searing pain in her abdomen and pelvis.

“OH MY GOD IT’S COMING!” yells Mulder, grabbing at his hair, now almost completely out of his head. Dimly, in the apartments beyond the elevator, Scully hears people counting down. It’s about to be midnight.

“CATCH IT, YOU IDIOT!” shrieks Skinner, and thankfully, as the pain reaches an almost unbearable crescendo and Scully screams, Mulder comes back to himself and reaches down, carefully guiding the tiny, slippery form from Scully’s body. There’s a half a second of terrifying silence… and then, blessedly, the elevator is filled with the indignant cries of new life. 

Mulder sits back on his haunches, the squalling newborn in his hands. His eyes, swimming with tears, are about to bug out of his head… and Scully realizes that he’s so overwhelmed, he has no idea what to do next.

“Your shirt,” she barks at Skinner, who jumps. “Give Mulder your shirt!” Skinner stares, confused. “To wrap the baby! We don’t have any blankets or towels!” Understanding, Skinner rips off his dress shirt, not even taking the time to unbutton it all the way, and thrusts it at Mulder, who tenderly wraps it around their new daughter.

The baby’s wailing mingles with the cheers of partygoers throughout the building welcoming in the new millennium. Still on his knees, Mulder crosses the few feet to Scully’s side and places the baby in her arms. Scully hungrily takes in every detail of her, from her dark hair and button nose to her tiny fists, clenched tightly, as she manages to work her arms out from under Skinner’s shirt.

Next to them, Skinner crouches down to get a better look. “Congratulations, agents,” he says, grinning. “She’s perfect.” Mulder smiles.

“Congratulations to you, too, Uncle Walter,” he says, and Skinner chuckles, flushing with pleasure. Outside, they can hear loud, off-key renditions of “Auld Lang Syne,” and Mulder leans over and gives Scully a kiss.

“Happy New Year, Scully,” he says, and she smiles.

“Happy New Year, Mulder.”


Mulder paces up and down the hallway, bouncing the squalling baby in his arms, waiting for her cries to finally cease. Scully, still exhausted from giving birth two days ago, has just finished nursing her, and Mulder had sent her back to bed, promising that he’d calm the fussy baby so her mother could rest. Elizabeth Margaret Mulder, it’s becoming apparent, is every bit as capable as her mother is at voicing her displeasure whenever circumstances are not as they should be.

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay,” Mulder murmurs in the infant’s ear, rubbing her back, trying to coax out a burp, in case that’s what’s upsetting her. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.” Elizabeth continues crying, her tiny legs kicking in distress.

Mulder thinks back, suddenly, to his dream, the shared hallucination he and Scully had had months ago, when they had finally come to an understanding about what each of them had thought their future together should look like. He remembers the song he’d sung the baby in his dreams… and taking a deep breath, he begins singing it to Elizabeth.

Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes,
And save these questions for another day

The lines bring a smile to his face. If Elizabeth is anything like either of her parents, she’s likely to have nothing but questions as she grows up. He imagines, as he continues singing, all of the things their daughter will ask them, all of the arguments he and Scully are likely to have over how to answer her.

“Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay?”

Scully will have to be the one to teach her to sail, he thinks to himself. The only thing he’ll be able to teach her about boats is how to throw up over the side of one without getting anything on herself. There will be plenty to teach her himself, though… how to tell a phony picture of a UFO from the real thing, why the Yankees are far superior to the Red Sox, how to shoot a free throw. Though, he thinks to himself, wryly, Scully might actually be better at teaching Elizabeth about baseball than him.

Goodnight, my angel, now it’s time to dream,
And dream how wonderful your life will be

Elizabeth is quieting down in his arms as he reaches the end of the song, and he buries his nose in her hair, smelling her sweet scent, and closes his eyes. For the first time that he can remember, all is as it should be in his life. He has Scully, sleeping down the hall… and while Elizabeth might have derailed his plans to propose at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, the ring is still in his pocket, and he’ll have another chance soon enough… and besides, they’re a family already, more of a family than any ring or priest or judge or piece of paper could make them. 

Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby,
Then in your heart, there will always be a part of me.

Domino Divination

If you are like me and love the feel of runes but don’t have your own set, dominoes can be the next best thing!

How to
Put all the dominoes in a bag or flip them all over onto their fronts and mix them up. For a brief reading draw out three dominoes and turn them over. For a reading on the whole year draw out one dominoes and add up all the dots. Superstition says to never do a reading in a Monday or a Friday

The blank refers to trouble ahead. If it can go wrong, it probably will. Plans will be delayed, arguments will surface and disagreements will ensure. However, drawing the blank domino doesn’t mean you’re set for a life of doom and gloom. it is a warning which will prepare you to be on your guard 
Drawing a blank and the number one warns that an old enemy is about and forewarns you to watch out for someone who might suddenly come back into your life. They might be all sweetness and light to start with, but watch out because this person is not what he/she first seems 
Drawing a blank with the number two is telling you to watch what you spend at the moment. you may think you have more in the bank than you actually do, or an unexpected bill might land on the doorstep, so keep a little back just in case
The blank and a three tells of trouble in love. someone you care deeply about could be deceiving you or not telling you the whole truth, so it’s time to sit them down and have a heart to heart with them
Drawing a blank and a four domino signals that there could be some money problems ahead of you. Double check contracts before signing anything and make sure you dont leave your purse or bag lying around unattended anywhere. now would be a good time to go through your finances
Is your marriage in trouble? it could be if you draw a domino with a blank and a five on it. make some time to talk to your partner if you feel that things are not what they were. if you’re not married this domino tells of a lack of communication between two people 
Drawing a blank and a number six tells you that someone is talking about you. you may discover that someone you once thought was your friend is far from it and is only pretending to be your friend in order to get information out of you
This tile tells of a happy reunion ahead. someone you haven’t seen for ages is about to pop up in your life and you will look back on happy memories together. this also signals a happy time for friendship, so get on the phone and get in touch with old friends
This domino signals that you will soon receive a visit from an old friend. you may no have seen each other for some time, but that wont be a problem when you get together again because it will be just like old times
This tile signifies success in a business or a successful trip ahead of you. if you’re thinking of starting a business or looking for a new job then this domino is giving you the green light to go ahead and do it. you cant fail!
This domino is warning you to watch your pennies right now and dont take on any new debts at the moment. if you have your heart set on something, ask yourself i you are prepared to wait and save up for it. getting into debt is easy, getting out of debt is harder
This tile shows the start of a love affair. watch out for someone who tries to catch your eye at a party or other social event. Cupid is firing his arrow in your direction right now and you will be very lucky in love
The one and the six domino tells of a very happy marriage ahead for you, so if you are about to get married, then this is telling you that he is The One and that you will be very happy. If you are not currently in  relationship , you will be soon.
The wishing domino! the two twos signal a wish comes true for you very soon. whatever you want can e yours if you remain positive and believe that it is yours. think about what you desire the most and then make a wish.   
expect an unexpected windfall soon. the two and three domino tells of money coming in, so you ca splash out a bit and buy yourself something nice. Now is the time to buy a lottery ticket or enter a competition because you might just win
This tile signifies deception or theft, so be on the look out for someone trying to pull the wool over your eyes. check references of people offering to do work for you and make sure you keep an eye on your purse or bag  
The two and five domino is telling you to watch out for someone who is out to cause trouble. This could be a friend or someone you barely know. keep your opinions to yourself at the moment because someone will try to twist your words and make you out to be the bad guy
Drawing a two and six til tells you that you will have good luck in business. if you are thinking of starting a business or are already in business for yourself then lady luck is shining on you now. network as much as possible because this will give you the opportunity to make new contacts 
the double three domino is a sign that a windfall is on its way to you. this could be in the form of a financial win, an unexpected inheritance or winning a competition. take chances now. you will find that it will be in your favor if you do
This domino shows that you will be happy in love. if you are in a relationship then it can only get better. if you are single then look out because someone i about to fall head over heals in love with you. your love life is blossoming now
This tile tells you that you will soon have visitors from abroad. an unexpected phone call, letter, or email with an announcement ill confirm details and you will soon be making up the guest bed. expect a time of fun catching up with an old friend
The three and six domino signal an unexpected gift coming to you. keep an eye out for the postman because this is a time for surprises coming your way. if you are thinking of signing a contract then this is the time to do it
A double four domino signals that a party or celebration is ahead for you, so get your best party frock and dancing shoes out and wait for the invitation to arrive. A double four can also signal a birth announcement 
this tile is telling you that a happy surprise is ahead for you. Pay rises, unexpected presents or gifts or just some happy news are all highlighted now and you will be feeling very happy and fulfilled
This domino signifies a happy marriage with children. if you are married then you can expect it to be a very happy one surrounded by happy children. If your are free and single then you wont be for long. Expect to find your soul mate very soon
A change in fortune
a new house
 Happiness ahead, say goodbye to any worries
Single tile draw 

1 Misfortune
2 Meeting someone new
3 Expect the unexpected
4 A new job where you will be the leader
5 Domestic problems ahead
6 Double check when thinking of investing your money
7 A visitor will have a big impact on you
8 Dont take the blame for someone else’s mistake
9 A change in fortune for the better
10 You will reach you goals this year
11 A new friendship 
12 A new hobby gives you hope and love

anonymous asked:

Does it feel like Jared kinda isnt mentioning the wifey dearest much lately (not that I want him to) so Jensen is taking over the reigns of beard mentions? First with D having a c sec at 1 con, to telling him to use his dean voice (psh.. We know who really is fond of that Jensen lol) to now D wanting more​ kids, that was geez 'written in a contract' ? Is that what he really said? It may have been intended to be a joke but still wow..

jared still mentions gen every cons but yeah jensens overdoing himself lol though his long stories are centered around the kids so *shrugs*

and yeah i bet jared loves the dean voice xD

i wanted to make gifs now that the main panel is out of the contract moment

but there’s still somewhere i dont understand what jensen is saying UGH cant you stop mumbling ackles!!

anyway it goes like 

jensen: for the record i was happy with 1 (kid), my wife wanted 3, im like “no, listen let’s negotiate” so we landed on 2…

jared: she found the loophole, you gotta be more specific in the contract: i dont mean 2 more, i mean 2 total

jensen: yeah it was a ??????? contract apparently it held no waters(????????)

if someone can tell me what he said, id like to make gifs 

there was a drop on goss saying that it was danneel who wanted more kids and well jensen just confirmed it, and it’s not the first time that jensen said 3 kids weren’t the plan and also something about the “formula” but all those things can be passed as jokes 

so yeah clearly j2 wanted to stop at 2 kids each but since IVF gets you more easily twins they had to add a third one for jared too because “supermom” gen couldn’t get left behind ugh

anonymous asked:

Hi could I request a Chris Evans x reader where the reader has a southern accent. And just fluff pls and thank you even if you can’t write this

Sorry it’s taken some time to write up but had to do some research for this one. I hope ya’ll like it!

You’re an idiot, but I like you anyway!

You followed your brother, squeezing your tiny body in between the stacks and stacks of sweaty men, that were shouting and chanting as you made your way to what you hoped were your seats. “I don’t know why you braht me, Jack.” you huffed as you sat in the seat he was pointing to.

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Mpreg Fic- Part 2 (Ending!)

I’m super excited to have finished this!!! I really love this and thank you for all the encouragement! By the way, happy Easter! Time zones are weird and stuff but it’s Easter where I am so 👏 And if you don’t celebrate that, then hey! Just enjoy your day pal. Now enjoy this bag of sin! 

Part 1

Genre- Fluff

Word Count- 967

Dan was in hysterics. His water broke two weeks early and they didn’t even have a baby bag ready. Dan remembered he promised Phil he’d film this process, so he rushed to his room, pulled out his phone, and started filming himself as he hurriedly packed a baby bag. “Hello internet. Well… My water just broke! I’m almost finished packing a bag and I’m about to go wake Phil!”

Dan finished up with the bag and walked to Phil’s room. “Phil?” The boy jolted awake and Dan turned on his lamp.

“Dan? Why’d you turn the lights on? And why are you filming me?”

“My water broke.”

Phil was up in an instant. “I’ll get the bag ready! I need to call a cab! Oh my God, it’s happening! Phil tried to run off to get ready, but Dan stuck his hand in front of him, laughing.

“Phil, I already packed the bag! Get dressed, I’ll call the cab.” Dan stopped recording and called a cab as Phil got dressed.

The two held hands in the cab, deciding not to vlog from there. The cab driver probably literally hasn’t seen weirder. Dan felt a contraction and doubled over. Phil squeezed his hand and whispered, “It’s okay… You’ll be okay.” Dan tried to convince himself that he was okay. He was okay.

Dan waddled into the hospital, getting multiple weird looks. Each one of them got shot down by Phil, who was doing his best to defend his boyfriend. They were soon situated in a room, and they turned the camera back on. Phil held the phone and directed the camera towards a smiling Dan, lying in a hospital gown on the bed. “Hi!”

“So Dan is officially in labor! Shouldn’t you tweet that?”

“Oh, yeah.” Dan pulled out his phone and started typing.

“We don’t know how long it’ll be, but the baby will be born today!” Phil grinned like an idiot at the camera, hopelessly excited. He was going to be a father. It was unbelievable to Phil. He smiled and walked over to Dan. “How are you doing, Dan?”

“I’m-” Dan started cringing. He was having a contraction. “In pain. Contractions suck ass.”

“Good to know.” Phil cut off the camera and sat down beside him. “Dan, are you okay?”

“I’m better than okay, Phil.” Dan didn’t sound okay at all, nor did he look it. He was doubled over in pain. But then the contraction ended and Dan sat up and took Phil’s hand. “I’m going to have a baby, Phil. I obviously never thought this was something I’d be doing, but here we are. Now we get to have our own child instead of having to adopt! Our blood and genes combined into this little bundle of joy. I’m way more than okay.”

“Now I am too. I love you, Dan.”

“I love you too, Phil. So much.”

Dan was screaming. He’d been in labor for twelve hours. Phil had been rewatching all the footage he had from the day. He watched as Dan got visibly more tired and beaten. He was suffering, but soon it would all be over. Phil looked over at Dan, who was breathing heavily after a horrible contraction. Phil turned on the camera, as they hadn’t filmed for about an hour. He was trying to get at least one clip from every hour, and then he could edit in the times. It was going to be amazing. “How are you now?”

“I just had a horrific contraction. I’m okay now though. I think it’s coming soon, Phil.”

Phil smiled widely and turned the camera towards him. “You hear that, guys? The baby’s coming soon!” Suddenly Dan started screaming. Phil turned the camera around and ran over to Dan. “Oh my god, Dan?”

“Get… The… Doctors…” Phil shut off the camera and ran blindly for a doctor. Nothing bad could happen to Dan or the baby. Not now.

Dan’s such a drama queen. He screamed for Phil to get to the doctors just for a contraction. Of course, it proved to be helpful, as they told him it was time for the baby. Phil pulled out the camera and pushed record. “Guess what guys? It’s time for the baby! Don’t worry. Dan’s fine. It was just a contraction. You ready, Dan?”

Not now, Phil!

“I guess he’s understandably moody. Well, I’ll be back with the baby pictures soon!” Phil cut off the camera and ran to take Dan’s hand. “You can do this, Dan.”

“Can I? Like is this even possible?”

“At this point, anything is possible.” Phil smiled at Dan, his biology-defying beauty, and the boy smiled back. It was time for the baby. 

“Push!” Dan had almost done it. There was a doctor waiting to deliver the baby. Not a bit of the entire thing made sense, but it was happening. Phil still hadn’t let go of Dan’s hand. Dan was thankful for him. He could do anything with Phil by his side. “One more push should do it!” This is it.

“Meet Chester Wolf Howlester,” Dan said to the camera. Phil snickered. “What? We had to have some fun with this. And it’s a normal name, so we’re not subjecting him to eternal suffering. Except for the fact that he has us for parents.”

“You’re right.” Phil smiled at his boyfriend holding his new baby boy. He took multiple pictures, then had the doctors take some of both of them with the baby. Then, Dan asked him if he wanted to hold the baby. He took the child in his arms and smiled down at the little bundle of joy he created. This child shouldn’t exist. By all logic, this child can’t exist. But he does. He’s impossible, yet he’s in Phil’s arms. Anything is possible.

Neo-Heisei Kamen Rider shows rated by how gay they are

Decade: I tried to watch Decade once and I fell asleep while also contracting cancer.

W / Double: You could change every instance of the word ‘partner’ in the show for ‘boyfriend’ and it would change literally nothing. 11/10

OOO: Spicy angry-sex gays, wholesome I-believe-in-you gays, and a badass aroace lady who rides a motorcycle. 15/10

Fourze: Demisexual/gray-ace sweetheart street punk genuinely cares about and wants to be friends with literally everyone. Also you can pry my trans Gentaro headcanons from my cold, dead hands. 13/10

Wizard: The main character is every straight white boy’s first fantasy OC who impresses all the ladies young and old. 0/10

Gaim: Local gay can’t accept that his boyfriends are terrible people, ruins everything. Also an actually, legit, canonical, not-tongue-in-cheek gay man who kicks ass and doesn’t die. In a Gen Urobochi series where like half the characters die by the end. 999999/10

Drive: [spoilers] Sidekick has an unrequited relationship with a bisexual cyborg. Equally bisexual main villain is the prettiest man to ever live. Sadly ends with bury your gays, so I gotta dock a point. 9/10

Ghost: Probably gay? I dunno, I never managed to get through it. ?/10

Ex-Aid: The only straight guy is an asshole. 11/10

faith2nyc  asked:

Hi! Can I request a Diana Prince x fem reader where they are married and the reader is pregnant (sperm doner?) The reader goes into labor and an already protective Diana freaks. Right after the delivers the baby and they're holding it she starts to pass out (blood loss) and Diana takes the baby while the doctors rush over. The reader wakes up later after they stabilize her to Diana talking to the baby about her. Diana notices she's awake and brings the baby back and it ends with fluff, lol. Thx

I really liked this prompt. I had recently done a pregnant reader on for Natasha Romanoff. I think this one came to me about the same time as that one.

I think I did it justice.


Originally posted by dianapforlunch

You were a little surprised when one-night Diana told you that you would be a great mum. That turned into a full-length conversation about having kids. Okay it was more like a month-long conversation. Diana kept bringing it up. You weren’t mad or anything, in fact you found it endearing that your wife was ready for a baby. This turned into going to the doctors to talk about IVF. Then it was a trip to the sperm bank to look at foreseeable candidates.

Soon the day came when the actual procedure would take place. One of Diana’s eggs was taken to a lab to be fertilised by the sperm then brought back and inserted into you. Diana thought this was a way that both of you were involved. Also, Diana had to still fight crime and being pregnant would make things hard to save the day. So, you volunteered to do it.

The whole pregnancy went smoothly all up until giving birth.


You were in the kitchen making a coffee when the first contraction hit. Luckily you weren’t holding Diana’s favourite mug. You gripped the counter as your waters broke.

“DIANA! IT’S TIME!” You yelled as you went into your breathing exercises.

Diana came running in with paint covered overalls on and splashes of pastel pink paint all over her. She was smiling.

“Really!” Then she saw the puddle on the floor. “Shit okay we need to get you in clean clothes first then straight to the hospital.”

You nodded as Diana helped you to the bedroom and flitted about grabbing items of clothing for you. Soon you were dressed in clear clothes and in the car.

Diana drove fast but not too fast to alert the police. The last thing you needed was to be stopped by them. You got to the hospital quickly. You were lucky that your contractions were only 25 minutes apart. There was still loads of time.

Diana parked the car and jumped out to rush to your side and help you out. You looped your arm in hers as she walked you carefully inside and up to the pregnancy ward. When you reached the reception, you doubled over from a contraction. Diana is freaking out because she has only read about them she doesn’t know what to do to help you. Only to coax you into breathing through it.

You were taken in a wheelchair to a private room. They gave you a hospital gown to put on and with the help of your wife. You were soon laid on the bed. Nurses came in to hook you up to monitors. Diana paced the room as the nurses did their job. They told you that the doctor will be in shortly and left.

Diana walked over to you and kissed your temple.

“How are you doing my love?” She smoothed your fly away hairs down.

“Safe to say not well. I’m about to give birth to a human being! I am freaking out.”

“Hush now. We are prepared for any outcome possible.”

“I know but it doesn’t mean I am not scared.”

Diana bends down and brushes you lips lightly with hers when the doctor came in.

“Good evening ladies. How are we this fine day?” You turn to Diana with a look of I’m going to kill her. “On a scale of one to ten how would you rate your pain?”

She had to ask as another contraction hit. They were getting closer together.

“10!” You practically scream. Diana helps you breathe through it.

“Okay Mrs Prince. I will prescribe some gas and air for the pain.” She jots down a note on the chart in her hand. “Now let’s see how far along you are.”

Diana never once let go of you hand while the examination happened. Turns out you were only 2cm dilated. She bid her farewell and left.

“Tell me again why we chose her?”

Diana laughs.


The doctor kept coming in to check how you were doing? The last time she came in you were 7cm dilated. You had screamed at her to get the fuck out. You almost threw your slipper at her before Diana caught your arm.

You couldn’t lay down. So, you were pacing back and forth. Every time you walked past the gas and air. You took a big suck.

Soon your contractions were minutes apart. You were stood bent over the bed with Diana rubbing smoothing circles on your back.

“In and out my love. Remember your breathing.”

“Oh, fuck my breathing. I NEED THIS CHILD OUT OF ME!” Diana looked upset. She knew you would be upset but she didn’t think you would shout at her. On seeing her face, you softened. “Oh, darling no I didn’t mean that. It’s just I’m in immense amounts of pain right now and that gas and air isn’t helping at all.”

“I know (y/n). I just feel so lost. I don’t know if I am really helping or being a hinderance. I want you to be okay.”

You stand up and hug her, being gentle of your bump, she hugs back.

The doctor walks in along with three nurses.

“I think it is time to meet our new arrival.”

You were switched to a wheelchair and had all your cables switched to portable monitors. Diana walked along side you as you were taken to the delivery suite.

Diana changed into scrubs with a cap and mask to keep the place nice and sterile. You were soon laid back with your feet in stirrups.

Diana was on your left holding your hand.

“You squeeze at hard as you need to my love. I am made of strong stuff.” She kissed your temple again.

The doctor was now firmly situated between your legs. It was time to push. The doctor counted you in as you had to push for 5 seconds. Fuck did it hurt. You squeezed Diana’s hand tightly through the pain.

“You’re doing great my love.” She squeezed your hand back lightly.

“Okay Mrs Prince it’s time to push again. A big one this time.”

You pushed hard for 10 seconds this time. You were in agony but it must be over soon.

One more hard push and yes there was crying. The baby was out but damn did you feel woozy. You ignored it and looked down at Diana who was walking towards you with your new born baby. She was smiling and you smiled too. She laid the baby on your chest as you wanted skin on skin contact straight away.

“Shit! She’s bleeding. I need clamps stat!” Diana took the baby away as the doctor set to work. “This won’t do I need her out of here. Take the baby and her to their room please someone.”

The baby was taken from Diana as she was ushered out the room. The last thing she saw was her wife passed out. It broke her heart.


Minutes turned to hours but you were finally back in your room. At first you think you are imagining it but then you hear it.

“Your mother is so brave. She can best the greatest warrior in a fight and soon when you are old enough we will teach you the ways of the Amazonians. We will surround you with so much love that you won’t ever feel lonely. Your mother and I are so happy you are here with us. We need to give your mother all the love and affection after this ordeal. I have never been more proud of what she underwent.”

Part of you wanted to hear more but you felt the need to be near your baby.

“You flatter me darling.” Your voice was croaky but still loud enough for Diana to hear.

“My love are you well?”

“Much better now that I heard your sweet words. How is she?”

You indicated to your new born daughter in her little pink blanket and hat in Diana’s arms. As if on cue she starts crying.

“I think she is ready to properly meet her other mother.” Diana walked over to you and placed her on your chest.

You started to cry as you looked upon your daughter’s face.

“She is beautiful.” You whisper. Your daughter stopped crying as soon as you touched her face.

“You’re a natural my love.” She kisses you again. You have never been so in love with her as you did now. “She is perfect.”

“She has your eyes.”

Your daughter squints up at you both. Those same brown eyes looking at you. That you were so used to.

Nothing could make you more happier than you were right there.


Prompts are still open.

anonymous asked:

Your ficlets are awesome! Thanks for the hard work. Wondering if you could write a birth scene? (Sorry I know it's not everyone's cup of tea)

Well lucky for you it’s exactly my cup of tea! I went with post-serum Steve, because pre-serum, ball-of-sickness Steve giving birth sounds like asking for trouble and hospital births around the 1930s/40s were an actual mess so…yeah… Hope you enjoy! -Jenna

p.s. I also created a small OC for the midwife

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Now only accepting anon hate with sources cited Chicago or APA style.

1 inch margins, double spaced, no contractions, use short concise sentences, there must be a clearly defined thesis and at least three supporting points with evidence and a solid conclusion.


Pairing: None

Summary: Peter is injured and trapped in an alley as Spider-Man. A stranger comes to his rescue.

Warnings: Light gore

Word Count: 2,219

Notes: Alex and John from Hamilton are in this, so if you hate Hamilton don’t read this

Peter let out a shaky breath, shifting his legs in closer to his body in an attempt to lessen the pain pulsating from his side. His wound was still huge and gaping, and blood leaked out from around his hand where it was pressed in as tight as he could manage. However, the edges had pulled in a little, leaving him with a minutely smaller wound. At least there was a bright side.

He dropped his head back against the dumpster behind him. The hard metal on the back of his skull made him wince; he took his mask, which was currently clutched in his left hand, and pushed it behind his head to use as a makeshift pillow. He let out another trembling breath, shutting his eyes and trying to calm down. But not too calm- he panicked. He had to stay awake. He should call someone to help him. He should call Mr. Stark, probably.

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Space Cowboys Lance and Keith, and the Aliens Who Tried to Kill Them Once or Twice ...

I had a lovely person, @insertanusernamehere, ask about a few of the folks that either opposed Lance and Keith, or were generally a bit … not so nice to them, and so here’s another post describing some of these characters :D

If you’re more interested in the nicer aliens, I made a post about Yathir, Brisha, and Zan here :)

Gunthra: She runs a crew of vehicle thiefs, smugglers, and is one of the few bosses who knows how to get people off-world (at a very, very high price). One of the older crooks on this planet, she doesn’t look it — whatever her species is, it’s fairly long-lived. Gunthra is straight-forward rather like Jorlack is, so she’ll never shoot you in the back — no, she’ll stab you directly in the face. If you didn’t see it coming, that’s because you were too stupid/naive to pick up on it. (Lance and Keith may have suffered from this, but they learned quickly after one job with her.) Also, she has a whiskey voice — rough and dry.

Description: Gunthra is a well-muscled large woman, always dressed half in leather, half in armour, She’s never without her metal vambraces. Her skin is a rich red-violet, her eyes quite human looking, except both pupil and iris are pitch-black. Her hair is black with a few light brown strands creeping in, and kept just long enough to pull back in a short pony-tail at the base of her skull, military efficient in appearance.

Wesdru: Wesdru used to work for Dreyulin, and the pay sucked, so it was pretty easy for Lance and Keith to bribe her with the promise of a better paying job with Caspor, in exchange for information on Dreyulin’s bank (which they, uh, blew up in The Six Gun Sound). Wesdru worked with Caspor as a bodyguard briefly before splitting off to form her own crew of mercenaries — her group mostly works as protection-for-hire, and they’re loyal to whoever they’re employed by at the time, so they cannot be bribed to double-cross their contracts. Wesdru has shot members of her own unit for betraying that trust. She has kind of a soft spot for Lance and Keith; they sometimes work with her on her jobs, or hire her and her crew to help them with their jobs (and later on, a revolution).

Description: Wesdru is huge — maybe 6′7? — and rather reptilian in appearance. She’s covered in red scales, has large three-toed feet (not unlike a dinosaur), and her eyes are a golden-orange colour. Or, well, one eyeher left eye is sealed shut/covered by a wicked awful burn scar. Her hands are clawed, and she’s also bulky with muscle. She tends prefer shotguns, though like anybody on this planet, keeps various knifes hidden on her person. She never wears shoes, and her clothes are loaded with various pockets (with many hidden nooks and crannies for concealing weapons).

Caspor: Caspor is an asshole, plain and simple. Sometimes known as Po, he runs a crew of thieves that are contracted to steal various goods and then deliver them to said contract. He’s very good at this, almost uncanny in his ability to find things, and thus occasionally hires protection for his people (protection like Lance and Keith in the early days), so these rare goods aren’t stolen back from him. He also has a bad habit of predatory behaviour with people who fit his “type” — like Lance. The only reason he doesn’t get shot/stabbed to death is because he’s proven far too useful to most of the people on this planet — though he has been shot/stabbed in non-lethal ways (mostly by Lance and Keith in the later days). 

Description: Caspor is kinda amphibian-like — he has greenish-brown skin, a wide mouth with narrow lips and a skinny, reptilian tongue. He’s roughly Keith’s height, and somewhat squat and stout. He has a powerful set of arms and legs, but is rather soft in the middle. He can kill quite efficiently with his pistols and the like, but he prefers to let his employees handle most of the fighting. His fingers are quite long, and unfortunately quick, as Lance learned (though Lance got his revenge, and then some, especially once he and Keith established themselves as The Two McClains).

So that’s all I got for these three! Hopefully that’s helpful to you, @insertanusernamehere​! And if anybody else was curious, I hope that satisfied some of your curiosity :D Thanks for reading :)

Joanna, Princess of Portugal and Richard III

One very relevant fact that people often forget in the fracas over Richard III’s supposed feelings for Elizabeth of York (or hers for him or whatever) is that there is existing proof he had no intention of marrying her.

That proof was found in the Portuguese royal archives, in the form of correspondance between Richard and the Portuguese royal family, arranging for a double marriage contract - Elizabeth was to be married to the future Manuel I of Portugal, while Richard was to wed Joanna, Princess of Portugal.

I’ve seen people mention that, but that little debunking isn’t even what’s most interesting about the discovery. What doesn’t get talked about nearly enough is what Richard’s choice of would-be bride - and her agreement - proves about him.

If people remember nothing else from this post, I hope this one thing lingers in everyone’s memories:

Princess Joanna was a bamf.

We are not talking about some obedient arm-candy princess here. Joanna was named the heir to the throne of Portugal after the death of her older brother, and even after her younger brother was born and made the heir, Joanna served as regent when their father Afonso V of Portugal was away on military campaign. Joanna was 19 when she ruled Portugal with the power of a sole monarch.

This is not a lady a man would propose to if he just wanted a pretty little biddable wife and baby machine.

Even after her brother came of age and took over the throne, Joanna had no intention of bowing down to others’ wishes. Although she was unable to become a nun as she wanted, she retired to a convent, albeit returning to court several times.

She was no pushover when it came to marriage, either. Despite her brother’s urging she turned down several wealthy and powerful suitors, including Charles VIII of France, who was 18 years her junior at the time. Despite the pronounced advantages and illustrious names and titles of some of her suitors, she refused them all.

That is, until Richard’s offer.

There is a story going around, even among Ricardians, that Joanna only accepted Richard because she knew he was going to die at Bosworth. Personally I find that not only superstitious and silly but also offensive to both of them. Yes, she was devoutly religious, but that doesn’t mean she ran her life by so-called ‘prophetic dreams’, nor that she accepted Richard dishonestly because she knew she’d not have to keep her word.

Once you put that myth aside, and knowing she didn’t allow herself to be pressured into marriage, the conclusion left is that Joanna found something acceptable about Richard that her previous suitors had lacked. The pair had things in common: both were devoutly religious and they were nearly the same age, but I think it’s safe to guess that Joanna accepted Richard for the same reason he offered:

Because he wanted a queen. Not just a wife, or a mother for his heirs, but a woman who knew how to rule. His first wife had been the daughter of the Kingmaker; it’s highly doubtful that Anne had been any pushover either. He was still young and strong but he had now lost his heir and then his wife, and his kingdom wasn’t as stable as he wanted it to be. He needed a strong partner in ruling, a woman in whose hands he could safely leave the court of England while he rode off to quell rebellions. He found that lady in Joanna of Portugal and she, who had turned down illustrious royal suitors before, found Richard’s offer worth accepting. 

Whatever Joanna’s reasons for accepting Richard’s proposal and no other, it’s worth noting that she never found any others worth accepting even after his death. She died in 1490 having never married.

In all her life and all the marriage alliances offered her, Joanna, Princess of Portugal, only ever accepted one: with Richard III.

Why is no one talking about that?


Basically, I got in (unofficial) trouble a few weeks ago for being off sick as I’ve had too many absences. I was off during an overtime shift for having very bad period pains - causing me to feel physically sick and also have a huge headache.

Over a year ago now I was off for a few weeks due to mental health issues and since then I was off once for having a stomach bug (over a year ago now as well), got sent home once for having a panic attack (August), was off as I was just very unwell - sick, stressed, idk I just didn’t feel right (October), got sent home another time for a similar reason why I was off a few weeks ago - I kept puking and looked like I was gonna faint (December) and was off another due to a mix of anxiety and illness (late February).

I know this is A LOT but technically the ones where I got sent home don’t count as I never had to certify myself or do any back to work forms. 

Also, when I was off with my absence before, my boss (who, like most of the management team is very understanding) said: “I know why you’re ill quite a lot and it’s okay because I know you try.“ 

However, he didn’t do my last back to work meeting with me and made my other manager do it, who is equally as nice but told me off unofficially and advised that I should have just came in so I could have got sent home (although I physically couldn’t move due to pain - I live about a mile walk from the bus stop and then have to endure a 20 min bus ride to work - I couldn’t afford a taxi as I was broke too). He then unofficially (again) advised I get medical evidence off my doctor otherwise I’ll be disciplined.

I like in the UK (Scotland) and I’m unsure about the whole thing - I know companies cannot discriminate against people will illnesses. I also know they can dismiss you if they feel like your illnesses/disabilities will be worsened because of work. I am also aware a lot of places have a "X amount of absences in a year and you get investigated” sorta thing but my work know me - they know I’m not a slacker and believe me when I’m off. 

Since I’m registered with a GP (Doctor) where I used to live (where an abusive family member lives) it’s hard for me to see them. I’ve went to the doctors three times in my life about mental health (1) when I was 16 and got very stressed during my exam period, I was taking panic attacks daily and crying myself to sleep - I remember googling it and it sounded like I had depression - I was told it was “just stress” (2) I went again in my last year of high school to be told quite bluntly that my symptoms “sound like anxiety” and was advised to go to bed early and eat three meals a day (3) I moved to go to university and only made it down when I started to take really frequent panic attacks again, the doctor said to me AGAIN that it “sounds like anxiety” and read out a list of symptoms and asked me if I had them, he then gave me a doctors note for work and uni which LITERALLY FUCKING SAYS “___ has been taking panic attacks and is feeling anxious”. 

  • Have I been diagnosed or not? 
  • Should I consider going back to this GP asap and getting a diagnosis? What would I even say? (I was considering telling the doctor all the things I TRY to do yet I either can’t or still feel like shit)
  • Should I wait until I can register where I live now?

The advice has all been unofficial from my work AND as I said my boss is very supportive - the other manager who half told me off is also supportive. I sometimes have bad days where I come into work and everyones always so great to me - I have to give a big shoutout to my boss for actually knowing how to deal with people who are mentally ill (one of my coworkers has bpd and they way he talks to her is amazing - never nasty or defensive) - like he’ll make me face the public/do stuff as opposed to hiding me away in the back if I’m feeling anxious but will equally not push me, and if I’m truly feeling terrible he’ll let me go home early or allow me to take a breather or assign me work through the back.

Like, I don’t think they’d want to fire me if they could help it as I’m always up for being extra hours and I deliver great customer service on my bad days and excellent customer service on my good days. The area manager likes me a lot and I’m always trying to help implement new ideas to increase footfall, conversion, customer satisfaction, etc.

I’m worried that I’ll get in trouble if I do need another day off within the next few months. Other co-workers are late quite a lot without giving notice (as someone who relies on public transport if my bus is even 5 mins late I ring the store to let them know), come in hungover, slack off, phone in sick when they’re not (or when somethings going around that I usually come in when I have it)… so I would think it was unfair that I would get in trouble for this. I’m also pretty miffed that me calling out on an OVERTIME SHIFT is what’s fucking me over - like, I agreed to do this shift two days before and I was working over double my contract for the week too.

I’m not really sure if I even did get notes from my doctor how this would help? Considering they’re all fully aware of my health already - would it be for HR? Are they giving me this advice in advanced cos they like me - just so I can cover my ass?

Any ideas? Personal experience, knowledge of what other companies do, the law, whatever will be useful to me because as you can imagine all of this is actually making me more anxious.

Grandpa Part 2

Request: can u do plz a continuation to your peter hale imagine ‘grandpa’ it was just so amazing! your the best write!! sorry about English it sucks i know!!

Author’s Note: So, I thought I would go ahead and write this one because I think it is so cute and this anon was so sweet c: I really hope you like it, enjoy!

Warnings: Language

Read Part 1 here


“Please come out,” I said softly, my hands running over my very pregnant belly. “Mommy and Daddy are so excited to meet you. Plus, Mommy is very uncomfortable, and-”

“Sweetheart, dinner is ready!” Peter announced, strolling intro the living room. There was a grin perched on his lips as he looked down at me from where he stood next to the couch. I braced my arms on either side of myself, taking a deep breath. “Do you need some help?”

“I can get it,” I insisted, trying to push myself up and off of the couch. It wasn’t working and I was getting frustrated.

“Here,” Peter said gently, lightly gripping my arms and lifting me to my feet. One of his hands moved to my back to steady me.

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Accidental Roommates

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Also, sorry for any mistakes. I really wanted to get this up now, but I’ll edit it later.

My very first apartment on my own had me feeling nervous, but excited at the same time. I had lived in Seoul with my best friend for 3 years, but she decided to move back to LA a month ago. I had hopes that she would return, but the two bedroom apartment rent was becoming too much for me to handle alone. This new one bedroom apartment was cheaper and a better commute to my job. The downside was that it was on the 14th floor, but there was an elevator, only one. And if that one elevator broke down, I don’t know how I could ever make it up 14 flights of stairs. The elevator issue was far from my mind when I signed the renter’s agreement contract. When I first came to look at the apartment it had a giant window in the living room with a view that overlooked the city. I fell in love immediately and planned to have many cups of tea or coffee in front of that window.

I smiled to myself as I unlocked the door to my apartment. Upon entering the sound of low music filled my ears and confusing washed over me. I stepped out and took a peak at the apartment number. “1403.” I cautiously walked back inside. “Hello?” There were half opened boxes and some furniture set in no particular place. The sound of footsteps shuffled toward me. A guy with just a towel on entered the room. He had just gotten out of the shower and was towel drying his hair when his eyes met mine.

“YAH! How’d you get in here?!”

“I think there’s—“

“If you leave now, I won’t call the police.”

“—some confusion. Police?”

“Yeah, the police.” He gripped my arm and guided me toward the door.

“But, this is my apartment! I put down a $500 deposit.”

“You fangirls are really cunning.”

“Pfft, fangirl?” I removed myself from his grip and pulled out my cell.

“Are you taking a picture!?” He tried to cover himself with the towel he placed around his neck.

“As if. You take enough shirtless pics yourself.” I clicked my tongue in disgust.

“Get out!” He continued to urge me to leave my apartment.

“Not until I speak to the landlord.” I stood my ground and dialed the landlord’s number.

“I’m telling you, you’ve got the wrong place.” He frustratingly sighed.

After an hour later, we discovered that the landlord, an elderly woman, had double signed a contract for this apartment. Her grandson was kind enough to come see us and sort out the details for us. Though, he couldn’t find a resolution for us…other than sharing the apartment until another one became available.

“I’ve paid a deposit for an apartment, there’s no way I’m leaving.”

“My things were here first, I’m definitely not leaving.”

“Then it’s settled, you’ll both stay here. Sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll return both your deposits by the end of the week.” The landlord’s grandson stated.

Jay and I sat awkwardly on his newly bought couch.

“Take the bed, I’ll take the couch.” Jay sighed as he fumbled through the boxes searching for something.

“I’m not going to take your bed. It’s new right? You should sleep in it. I’ll take the couch.”

“Stop being stubborn, I said I’d take the couch.” He pulled out a blanket from one of the boxes and tossed it on the couch.

“Really, I’m fine. I’ll take the—“

“Look, it’s not in me to let a girl sleep on the couch. So just take the bed.” He demanded this time.

The remaining week went by in a flash. Jay and I worked out a partnership. I slept in his bed, while he slept on the couch. I woke up earlier than him, so I prepared breakfast. I woke him up before I would leave so that he wasn’t late getting to the studio. My schedule allowed me to get home earlier than him, so I also prepared dinner. Though, sometimes I cheated and ordered takeout.

“You made breakfast?” I walked into the kitchen rubbing my eyes.

“Well, you’ve been making me breakfast all week, so I figured since I have the day off I would treat you.” He handed me a plate.

“Wow! Pancakes?!”

“You seem surprised that I can cook.”

“I thought you only knew how to take shirtless selfies.” I teased.

“Are you a fan or not?”

“Eh, I follow you on instagram.” I shrugged.

Jay insisted on following me on instagram and then proceeded to go through my account. We moved our conversation to the couch as he asked me about certain pictures. He told me about his new album and his plans for releasing new music. Our conversation became more intimate when he started talking about his family. I gave him my full undivided attention as he discussed his hardships.

The day progressed and before we knew it night had fallen. He tried to hide it from me, but he received a few phone calls asking him to go out. He rejected them all and listened to my journey of moving to Seoul. We ordered beer and chicken and continued our conversation waiting for the delivery man.

“What attracted you to this apartment?” He suddenly asked.

“That.” I pointed to the window and smiled. He got up and walked over to the window. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” We stared at the night view watching the building lights light up the city. I placed my back against the window and closed my eyes. “It’s calming and almos—“

My eyes shot open and were immediately faced with Jay’s closed eyes. His lips were soft and his kiss gentle. I closed my eyes allowing myself to fall into the moment. His hands rested themselves on my waist as they roamed down to my hips. I slipped my hands under his shirt feeling his torso that I only saw in pictures. His lips twisted into a smile against mine and he pulled away. In a flash his shirt was on the floor and his lips were at my neck. A moan escaped my lips as he softly nibbled on my neck.

“I wanna hear more of those moans.” His warm breath tickled my neck. He slipped his hand down my sweats and stroked his digit on my opening. I gripped his shoulders to keep steady. His thumb massaged my clit, while his digit continued to stroke me. I grabbed him by his hair and brought his lips to mine again. His tongue demanded entrance, exploring and battling with my tongue. I whimpered as he removed his hand from my entrance. “Disappointed?” He whispered against my lips.

“Please don’t tease me.” I pouted. He smiled and slipped his hand down my panties. I moan as he slipped a digit inside.

“Is that better?” He gently bit my bottom lip and pulled.

“Oh my God!” I moaned.

“You’re so wet.” He slipped another digit in and curled his fingers. I gripped on to him as my knees gave out. Jay’s pace quickened taking me to my climax. He slipped his fingers out as I steady my breath. I turned to face the window and pulled pants along with my panties down. I peaked over my shoulder and bit my lip looking at him. Jay smiled as he unzipped his pants and pulled his throbbing member out.

He rubbed himself against my entrance, while his other hand firmly held onto my waist. Jay slowly entered me and released a growl. My fingers gripped the glass on the window and my head fell. He slipped a hand under my top and kneaded my breast.

“Oh, yes.” I moaned as he slid out and in again. His pace picked up and he slammed into me harder. I felt his hand slid to my clit and he began massaging me again. I tried to keep my balance as the sensation of him inside me made me want to collapse to the floor.

“Fuck.” He moaned.

“AH!” I moaned again. My walls began pulsing and sucking him in more.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He continued to thrust inside me, helping me reach my climax once again. He abruptly removed himself from me and pumped himself to continue his pace. He gripped my waist once again as his warm fluid splashed on my backside. He growled releasing one final moan has his hands fell to his side.

The door bell sounded startling both of us.

“Good timing.” I pulled my pants back up. I paid the delivery man and retrieved our food. “Where are you going?” Jay was grabbing his laptop and a jacket.

“I need to get this song out of my head before I forget it.”


“Yeah, you’ve inspired me.” He winked and walked out the door.

Another week had passed and I moved out into my own apartment. We both knew this arrangement was temporary, but that didn’t stop us from pursuing a relationship with each other.

“Coming.” A knock at my door summoned me.

“Hey neighbor,” Jay greeted me with a kiss, “If you ever need anything…sugar…eggs…sex, I’m right across the hall.”

“I have this new bed that needs to be broken in.” I teased.

“I think I could help with that.”

Father’s Day!

It’s Father’s Day in the UK and France, so here’s a fluffy chapter of The Black Cat’s Bride! Continued from here.

“Adrien,” Marinette whined. “It’s too much!”

The blonde replied with a hum, nuzzling against her shoulder.

“Adriennn!” she exclaimed again, pushing him off. “It’s too hot! I can’t sleep.”

The model looked at her fuzzily. “Huh?”

“I’m dying,” she complained, kicking off the sheets.

“Sorry, princess,” Adrien ruffled his hair. They had always joked that he radiated heat, which would be useful in the winter, but not so much during Parisian summer, which had dragged on until late September. There wasn’t a breath of fresh air.

The model got up and switched on the AC, closing the window so it would have the proper affect. He climbed back into bed, kissing his partner on the shoulder, before distancing himself at the other side of the bed. Perhaps it was the cat in him, but he only slept well when snuggling with Marinette. It was shame that at this stage in her pregnancy, with only a few months to go, she was already so uncomfortable and prone to hot flushes.

Adrien drifted into a dream-state, but immediately woke up: Marinette was trembling. She was asleep, the sheet tangled around her waist, but her skin was covered in goosebumps.

“Princess,” Adrien admonished. “You’re going to catch a chill at this rate!”

Her tugged the sheet up to their chins and wrapped himself around her, his chest flush against her bare back. He kissed the top of her head and fell asleep instantly.


“Adrien!” Marinette moaned, and once again she was pushing him away. “What are you doing?”

The model pouted. “You were shivering, my love.”

“Sorry,” Marinette sighed. “This is useless, isn’t it? Why don’t you sleep in the guest bed? You have work tomorrow.”

Adrien rolled out of the bed, and turned off the air conditioning, and once again opened the window. He swiped Plagg from the little nest he had created on the bedside table with Tikki. He gave a yawn, and transformed, the cool black leather coating his body.

“C’mere, princess,” he said, scooting against her back. “Better?”

She sighed with contentment, pulling his arm around so that it covered her bump.

“Yes, thank you, kitty.”

He gave a happy rumble, before kissing her neck sleepily.


Chat had been fighting crime solo for the last few months, since Tikki refused point-blank to let Marinette transform. She had cried about it for a while, but Adrien had gently talked her around. It wasn’t safe for her to be swinging from rooftops anymore.

He alternated with day and night patrols, and today, breathing in the cool autumn air, Chat missed his lady. Marinette had expressed concern that she wouldn’t be able to fit in the suit again, until Tikki had explained it didn’t work like that.

The baby would be arriving in a few weeks, Chat thought, with a cheesy smile on his face. No criminal could put him in a bad mood today.


“Alya,” Marinette suddenly gripped her friend’s arm.

“You’re right,” her best friend reflected. “I don’t really need another camera. I mean, what with Ladybug being MIA right now, it’s not like I have much to shoot anyway…”

“Alya!” Marinette groaned, tugged her friend’s attention away from the tech display. “I think…I just had a contraction.”

“What?” Alya spun, holding her friend by the elbows. “Shit, Mari, you’re like a ghost. Isn’t it too early for this?”

“I need to sit down,” she gasped, clutching her bump.

“I’m going to call Adrien,” Alya said, helping her friend into a nearby seat.

“He’s…working,” Marinette explained. “He won’t pick up.”


Chat hummed happily as he chased down a thief, returning the handbag to the old lady with a flourish and sitting on the perpetrator until the police arrived. His baton buzzed and he slid it open. Only one person had the number to text him.

 Princess: It’s started.

“Shit!” Chat jumped to his feet, frantically looking to and fro. Of course the cops weren’t here yet.

The thief, a young boy in his twenties, made to flee, but Chat yanked him back.

“It’s your lucky day, pal,” the black cat said. “I’m going to let you go, but if you ever mug an old lady again, I will claw your eyes out. Got it?”

“Yes, sir!” the young lad squeaked, and Chat nodded.


 CN: Where are you???


“Chat Noir?” Alya gasped, her hands automatically patting her pocket for her phone. The hero had suddenly appeared in the middle of the electronics department, and the crowd parted for him, trying to take videos and photos.

“I’m going to kill you,” Marinette gasped out, bent double as the contractions hit again.

“Sorry, princess,” Chat grinned apologetically. “But I had to get here as fast as I could.”

“What?” Alya’s fingers froze. “Why are you…”

She was silenced as Chat carefully lifted Marinette into his arms. “Just doing my public duty,” the black cat winked.

“Why didn’t you detransform, you stupid cat?” she whined, hiding her face against his chest.

“I didn’t really think,” he admitted. “Blame me once we get you to hospital.”


Adrien did de-transform once they reached the hospital, after Marinette’s begging between contractions. Since she was a few weeks early, she was admitted as a precaution.

“This is so frustrating,” Marinette mumbled, trying to get comfortable in the hospital bed. “I had a plan! I was going to pack so carefully.”

“Alya will get what you need, don’t worry,” Adrien comforted her. “Just try and relax, love.”

Marinette gritted her teeth as another contraction hit, squeezing her partner’s hand.

“Your parents are on the way,” Adrien reassured her. “My father is getting on a flight as we speak.”

“He’s going to miss that important conference,” Marinette frowned.

“I don’t think he cares,” Adrien grinned. “I haven’t heard him this excited since silk bomber jackets made a come-back.”

Marinette giggled, and then immediately grimaced. “Ouch.”

“Can’t they give you more pain meds?” Adrien asked, rubbing his thumb over her hand.

“Not yet,” she gasped.

“Can I do anything?” Adrien asked, feeling helpless. Marinette nodded, leaning forward, and he smiled, rubbing the bottom of her back with his fingertips. He felt his lady relax under his touch, and he gave a sigh of relief. He had made it in time.


“Marinette!” her parents entered with a massive basket of pastries, and carefully enveloped their daughter in a hug. Tom had started to tear up already, muttering about his ‘baby girl’, while Sabine embraced Adrien. Marinette’s mother gave the best hugs.

Gabriel was next, arriving with a small case of overnight clothes, all carefully picked from the new maternity range that Marinette had inspired. (She had complained often to Gabriel that clothing for pregnant women was as fashionable as circus tents, and they had decided to do something about it.)

“How are you, dear?” Gabriel asked, taking Marinette’s hand.

“Better, now,” she smiled. “I’m glad everyone could make it in time.”

“I didn’t expect you to be so early,” Sabine admitted. “It was the opposite with you, mon chéri. I thought you were never going to be born!”

“Mama!” Marinette protested.

“It was the same with Adrien,” Gabriel smiled, his hand on his son’s shoulder. “My wife often complained that he was too comfortable.”

They all laughed good-naturedly, and Adrien blushed. The little small hospital room was full of love, and they pulled chairs around the bed, settling in for the long wait ahead.

Sorry for the false sin start ;)