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thornybubbles · 1 year

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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Jo-Foes: Kars x Pillar Man Reader)

Note: Guys, I struggled so much with Kars’ part. I had so many different ideas for it that I just didn’t know what to write. I kept writing a little bit, changing my mind, and starting over. I did that several times before just deciding to go with what I have here and I’m still not satisfied with it. I like what I came up with, but I also don’t. It’s very frustrating. I decided to just settle or I’d never, ever get it done. I feel that I didn’t concentrate on the jealousy aspect of it as much as I should have and what little of it I have here feels shoe-horned in. So, I’m very sorry if this just isn’t up to par.

Jealous Kars is vengeful and full of spite. Kars prided himself on being able to stifle his emotions and think rationally and logically in stressful situations, but he instantly lost that ability when it came to you. Back in the ancient days, Kars developed a strange, unhealthy attachment to you. You thought that it came about due to you being one of his only friends aside from Esidesi, though you could not say for sure what it was that caused him to be so overly fond of you. After some time, it became very clear that Kars was looking to have you as a mate. You weren’t sure of your feelings for him just yet and each time he proposed the idea to you, you told him that you needed more time to think about it. With each denial, Kars became more and more impatient.

Eventually, Kars decided to go over your head and ask your parents for your hand. As per the customs of your tribe, they would only relent if Kars could prove himself to be an adequate mate by dominating your other (more desirable) suitors in combat. He agreed, in spite of not being trained as a warrior the way your other suitors were. Surprisingly, Kars rose to the challenge and brutally tore his way through the suitors during the trials. Both of your parents watched the trials with discerning eyes. Your mother was especially judgmental of Kars performance as it was she who picked up on some of his more unsavory personal traits and was adamantly against you having anything to do with him. When the trials were over, she gave your father a meaningful glance and they left the arena to discuss their decision.

When they returned to the arena, they both bore cold, unreadable expressions. Kars’ heart dropped, for he already knew what their judgment would be. Your father stood up from his seat and gave his final judgment.

“I declare Kars the winner of the trial by combat,” your father said; his deep baritone booming out over the arena. “In spite of this, my mate and I have deemed him an unworthy suitor for our child.”

Kars eyes widened in shock and anger and he bit his lip to keep from screaming his rage up at your father. His fists tightened and he began to tremble in his anger.

“For what reason do you find me unworthy?” he asked, voice straining with held back fury. “If I have proven myself in the trials then why do you still deny me the right to…”

Your mother stood and cut Kars off mid sentence.

“Because you lack honor, Kars.” she said simply. “You only won the trials today through underhanded methods. While we admire your ability to use your wits to make up for your lack of strength, we find your tactics base and cruel. Your unnecessary brutality during combat is… undesirable. Due to this, we find you undesirable as well.”

“Furthermore,” your father added. “It has come to our attention that our child has already refused your advances several times before you came to us with your proposal. We do not wish to force a marriage if it is not wanted. For all of these reasons, we find you unworthy.”

“NO!” Kars shouted, unable to control his emotions any longer. “NO! You cannot deny me this! I have won the trials! What does it matter how I achieved victory as long as victory was achieved!? You have no right to refuse me! I will not--”

Once again Kars was interrupted, this time by a member of the Council of Elders that were also there to witness the trials.

“That’s enough!” he said. “Kars, the parents have every right to decide whom they deem worthy of their own offspring. The parents have made their decision and they have declared you unworthy. There will be no more discussion of the matter. Accept your judgment and move on.”

With that, all those in the audience rose to leave the arena. Only Kars remained where he was, staring down at his bloodied hands in silent anger. Unworthy? UNWORTHY???!!! They called him unworthy of you, simply because he used his mind instead of his muscles during the trials? It was those other suitors that were the unworthy ones. They didn’t deserve you. They were all just empty headed brutes with no true ambition. They were just like all the other members of your tribe who had no interest in becoming more than what they were. Idiots like the Council of Elders and your parents who were content to hide themselves from the sun’s rays and allow the lowly humans dominate the planet. No, if anyone was truly unworthy, it was them. All of them! He would give them one last chance to see reason. If he could show them the results of his latest project. If he showed them that he found a way to triumph over their biological weakness to the sun, then maybe they would listen to reason. (Maybe then you would look at him fondly for once.) If not… well… then there was only one thing left for him to do.

Meanwhile you were going through the last of your training with your grandmother, who was the shaman for the tribe. From birth it was decided that you would act as the tribe’s assassin… and executioner should there be a need for it. While your kind were mostly peaceful (aside from the trials and occasional personal duels), there were still those that allowed themselves to be corrupted and caused trouble for the tribe. So, since you were an infant, you had been fed food laced with miniscule amounts of poison that was steadily increased as you got older until you were able to swallow what would normally be fatal amounts of pure poison. Due to your inhuman physique, your body not only developed an immunity to all forms of poison, but your very blood became a deadly poison itself. If an enemy managed to cut you, just the scent of your blood would be enough to cause them a painful death. And any human that crossed you and came into contact with your toxic blood would die instantly.

Recently, your grandmother began to train you in earnest. Ever since Kars started showing interest in you, she began to notice some things about him that made her wary of him. She was certain that there was something terribly wrong with him and that he would soon turn violent. She was training you to… to take him down. The thought saddened you. Yes, Kars’ advances made you uncomfortable, but the two of you had been friends since childhood. The thought of having to execute him… you didn’t want to think about it. Your grandmother had never been wrong in her predictions before, but this time you really hoped she was mistaken.

Unfortunately, your grandmother had judged Kars correctly. After locking himself away for nearly a month with one of his secret projects, he suddenly reappeared again and attempted to appeal to both your grandmother and the Council to try to get them interested in his latest project: a stone mask that would unlock its wearer’s hidden potential. All they needed was a certain magical stone that the humans possessed and the mask would be completed. Then the tribe could rule the Earth, as they were meant to, instead of the lowly humans. The Council firmly turned him down. The tribe made it a point to live separately from humanity and that meant avoiding conflict with them where possible. Stealing the magical gemstone from them would certainly cause problems with them. Furthermore the tribe had survived in darkness for so long and done just fine. What need did they have for walking in the sunlight? And they were content as they were, living underground and in caves. Though humans greatly outnumbered them, each tribe member was far stronger than any army of humans. So what need had they for conquering them? The tribe was fine as it was. There was no need for such barbaric ambition.

Kars lost his mind then. His mental health had been teetering on the edge for so long, but having been denied his wants twice in a row broke him completely. He went on a rampage and the Council labeled him a criminal. You were called in to deal with him, but by the time you found him, it was already too late. He had killed nearly every single member of the tribe including both your parents and even his own. You were appalled that someone you loved like a brother could do something so heinous. You struck out against him, actually managing to inject your poisonous blood into him by turning your fingernails into makeshift syringes, but he laughed in your face. You pulled away from him in horror as he held up a tiny vial of liquid.

“Do you know what this is, my cherished one?” He asked in a mockingly loving tone.

You didn’t answer, just looked up at him in fear and confusion as to why your poison had no effect on him.

“You should know by now that I have no interest in fighting fairly. I only fight to win, nothing more. Your parents and the rest of this tribe were so attached to outdated ideas such as honor among warriors, but I have no such attachment. What I have in this vial is an antidote to that oh so deadly poison that courses through your veins.” he explained to you with a triumphant, manic grin on his face.

You made a move to step back from him but he grabbed your wrist with his free hand and pulled you closer to him.

“That’s right, my beloved.” he cooed. “You cannot win this fight. Without your poison, your attacks are completely ineffective.”

The sound of footsteps approaching caused you to look up over Kars’ shoulder. You saw Esidesi coming up to the two of you. In his arms he held two infants. You recognized them as Wamuu and Santana. They were the only two children in the tribe at the time. Esidesi made eye contact with you, but his gaze was hard and detached. You knew then that you had been doubly betrayed. Esidesi was on Kars’ side and most likely had a hand in committing all out genocide against your own kind. You gritted your teeth in hatred for the both of them.

“Look there,” Kars said, drawing your attention back to him. “Those two children that Esidesi carries are the last remaining members of the tribe. I will spare them as long as you agree to be my consort. Make your decision now and choose wisely. My patience with your indecision has long run out!”

You swallowed thickly, trying to quell your disgust and terror.

“I relent, Kars.” You said. “Spare the children, and… I will… I will be your mate.”

You almost gagged on the words. Never in your life did you think that Kars could stoop so low, or be so insane. More than that, you never thought that Esidesi would aid him in attacking your own tribe. You were repulsed by the actions of your former friends. The fact that they would drag children into it, holding the little one’s lives over your head as leverage, made it all the more odious. Still, you had no choice. You were doomed to be the consort to a mad man and there was nothing you could do about it.

Thousands of years later, when you and the others awoke from hibernation, you found hope in an unlikely source; a strange human by the name of Joseph Joestar, otherwise known as “JoJo”.

At first you hated him, because Kars told you it was he who killed Santana in Mexico. Like Wamuu, you helped to raise Santana from infancy. He was practically your own son in your eyes. Though unlike Wamuu, Santana wasn’t brainwashed by Kars’ teachings and preferred you over him. Wamuu had been turned against you in the same way that Esidesi had and was far more likely to listen to Kars over you. Santana was far more loyal to you, though he would never admit it out loud for fear of Kars’ wrath. In retaliation over the “death” of your adopted son, it was you who suggested that Wamuu use the poisonous “Wedding Rings” on Joseph. The rings were designed by Kars and used your own poisonous blood to act as a “motivator” to anyone that found themselves wearing one. Of course, Kars provided each of the other Pillarmen with his antidote inside of their piercings.

Much later, you found out from the human woman called Lisa Lisa that Santana wasn’t dead but in a state of dormancy in a place called the Speedwagon Foundation. You realized then that Kars had lied to you in order to get you to view these humans as enemies. You were ashamed of yourself for letting Kars manage to get into your head. Not only that, but you realized that Kars had fully intended to abandon Santana, most likely out of jealousy over your affections for him. You decided then that you were going to aid Joseph in his fight against your own kind. You stayed out of the battle between him and Wamuu, however. Even though Wamuu had turned his back on you to gain Kars’ favor, you still held a parental affection for him and could not bring yourself to aid in his defeat. Joseph managed to win all on his own however.

When it came to Kars however you were merciless in your betrayal. Wamuu was defeated and Santana was safely out of Kars’ reach. He no longer had any leverage over you. So when the time came for Kars and Lisa Lisa to have their battle you decided then to openly turn against him. You knew Kars would not take this fight seriously. You knew that he would use trickery and deceit in order to win, as he did in all fights. So when the fight started and you saw that the “Kars” that Lisa Lisa fought was actually a vampire minion disguised as his master, you intervened, draining the vampire of his life force and saving the human woman’s life.

“Did… did you just kill your own master?” Joseph asked, confused by what just happened.

“No.” you said. “I killed an imposter.”

You turned to Lisa Lisa.

“Kars tricked you. He had that vampire take his place so that he could ambush you. He had no intention of fighting you fairly.” you explained.

“Hmph. Coward.” Lisa Lisa scoffed.

You looked down at Joseph where he stared up at you, still not fully understanding the situation.

“I would like to correct you, one called “JoJo”. From this moment on, Kars is no longer my master.” you said.

Joseph smiled, overjoyed at the turn of events.

You heard a snarl of outrage as Kars emerged from his hiding place. He approached you, his face contorted with anger and madness.

“You dare intervene?!” he growled. “You dare turn against me?! You belong to me!”

“No, Kars. I do not.” You said in a cold tone. “I never belonged to you and I never loved you. You killed my parents and my grandmother. You even killed your own parents. You slaughtered nearly all of our own kind. You held the lives of Wamuu and Santana over my head for thousands of years. You did all of this simply because you did not get your way. You murdered our friendship with your selfishness and caused my heart to grow cold towards you.You are unworthy of my love and you shall not have it.”

Kars let out a growl of animalistic rage and you heard the sound of his bone blades whirring to life. He swiped at you but you ducked under the blow. He had forgotten all about Lisa Lisa and Joseph and was intent on punishing you for your betrayal.

“Still you deny me!” He roared, swiping at your legs with a powerful kick. You only barely managed to dodge the blow.

“You betray me after all I’ve done for you! I placed you above all others! Lavished you with treasures beyond imagining! Gave you an honored place by my side! All that I’ve done, I’ve done for you! And still you call me unworthy?! What more must I do to gain your affections?!”

From out of nowhere Joseph appeared and landed a hamon infused kick to the Pillarman’s back. The sun fueled energy seared and melted his skin causing him to bellow out in pain and rage. He lost his balance, nearly falling onto the crystal spikes below.

“You can start by not being a psychotic jerk!” Joseph quipped.

He bounced over to you, standing by your side in a battle stance. He gave you a cheeky grin and chuckled, happy to have you as an ally against Kars. You looked to your other side and saw that Lisa Lisa was there. She shot you a look over her shades before readjusting them and taking a battle stance next to you. You smiled at your new allies, knowing that you finally had a chance to defeat Kars and earn your freedom.

Kars regained his composure just in time to see you and Joseph exchanged glances. You had the audacity to stand before him and smile at another. You never smiled at him. Not once since becoming his mate did you ever show him your smile, only giving him blank, cold stares that did nothing to hide your hatred. And here you were wantonly smiling at a human! A lowly, sniveling, frail and FILTHY HUMAN!!!

Kars' vision went red.

He roared, baring his teeth like a mad dog and pounced on Joseph.

Joseph, always the quick thinker, reacted just in time, flipping onto his back and kicking out with both feet. He sent a blast of Ripple energy through his legs and sent Kars falling to his doom. You turned away, unable to watch as he was impaled on the crystals below. You despised the man for all the horrible things he’d done, but there was still that painful lingering affection you had for the memory of your time together before he lost his mind completely.

After that, more humans arrived on the scene wielding devices that somehow weaponized sunlight that they used to fight off the vampires. Joseph, or “JoJo” as he insisted that you call him, told you that the Germans would seek to destroy you, too and as soon as they realized you were still alive they would turn their sunlight weapons on you. They wouldn’t care that you weren’t an enemy anymore. Not only that, but the actual sun would be rising soon, so you would need to find some kind of shelter before you got vaporized. You took his advice and found some old ruins to shield yourself from the sun’s deadly rays.

Some time later, an old man came to talk to you. He told you his name was Speedwagon and you recognized the name immediately. This man must be the leader of the organization that had Santana in their care.

“Santana! Is he safe? I wish to see him!” you blurted out, anxious to see your adopted son again.

Speedwagon smiled warmly at your obvious attachment. He’d never seen one of your kind show anything but violence and hatred before. You were a refreshing change of pace.

“He’s quite alright. But he’s turned back into stone at the moment. His body was badly damaged in the fight, but I’m sure a few… feedings will help him heal himself.” he said. He seemed to grow slightly uncomfortable at the mention of feeding Santana.

“Before I let you see him, however, I need to know that you can control him. He gave us quite a bit of trouble when he first woke up.” he added.

“Do not worry.” You consoled him. “Santana will listen to me before he listens to anyone else. I can make him behave.”

Speedwagon smiled.

“I’ll arrange for a plane to be fitted with a specialized compartment for you. It will be made of material that blocks sunlight. Then we’ll take you to where Santana is kept.”

“Plane?” You asked, not sure what he could be referring to. He informed you that it was one of those flying machines that you’ve been seeing in the air. You were intrigued by the idea of riding on one.

Before anything else was said, a great commotion came from outside. You and Speedwagon exchanged looks of worry and confusion before the old man turned toward the entrance.

“I better see what’s going on.” he said. He started to go back outside when he was suddenly knocked back. You darted forward, catching the old man before he could land on the hard stone floors. A sinister chuckle caught your attention and you looked up towards the entrance.

Standing there, blocking the sunlight from entering the ruins, was Kars.

“No…” You said, unable to understand how he could still be alive. Even if he survived being impaled on the crystal spikes, the sun’s rays should have reduced him to dust by now.

“How?” you demanded.

Kars licked his lips and grinned, holding up the broken shards of the Red Stone of Aja and bits of what you recognized to be one of his stone masks. He must have managed to snatch the stone from Lisa Lisa as he fell from atop the ruins where he and the female Hamon warrior chose to have their fight. How he managed to do such a thing you did not know, but Kars had always proved himself to be confoundingly resourceful.

“I’ve won, my sweet one.” he said, snickering at your growing horror. “I’ve triumphed over all that stand in my way. I’ve conquered the sun and soon I will conquer everything else. Including you!”

He let the broken pieces slide from his hands where they landed on the stone floor, then he strode up to you, towering over you and standing as the only thing blocking the sunlight from shining directly on you. You set Speedwagon down and stood between Kars and the frightened human.

“I did what everyone said I could not… no, should not do. I’ve unlocked my own potential and become a god among mortals!” he said, trembling with delight at his own power.

He suddenly reached out and seized you by the throat, lifting you off the ground. Speedwagon cried out, but there was little he could do to help you. He couldn’t fight against a monster like Kars. Kars gave your throat a squeeze, just enough to cut off your breath for a moment, before allowing you to breathe again. It was a show of just how much power he welded over you. You coughed and struggled against him. He was far stronger than you remembered and your struggles did little. Kars pulled you close, bringing his face close to yours. You almost thought he would kiss you when he turned his head so that his lips were mere inches from your ear.

“So tell me, my beloved, tell me…” he whispered. “Am I worthy of you now? I suggest you think very carefully about your answer.”

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marsipaniscool · 1 month

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Santana really did have a shit life. First, his family was massacred. Then he got kidnapped by the murderers and told to become a strong warrior, and when he failed, they just left him there for a minimum of 2000 years. And THEN he woke up to being experimented on, and I'm not sure if he then died or stayed alive but in pieces. Lowkey hope he died and has some peace

RIGHT. gonna talk abt both of the boys because I feel like they bounce off of each other really well, almost foils. under the cut because I love yapping <3

in my opinion, Wamuu and Santana internalised Kars' and Esidisi's actions very differently. Wamuu acknowledges it happened, but his loyalty to his masters runs so deep that he willingly turns a blind eye to it, even though it brings him a lot of turmoil. I think that's a part of the reason he doesn't like fighting women or children, he sees Kars ordering him to kill his mother, and even himself as a child. Something something if Wamuu had been a child instead of an actual baby, he realises Kars would have had him killed too more than likely. He copes with this by proving his worth time and time again on the battlefield, doing quite literally whatever Kars demands. This increased tenfold when Santana was left behind. Yeah Wamuu talks big game about having a code of honour and strong morals but alllllll of that goes out the window when daddy kars demands. Honestly, Wamuu won the genetic lottery in terms of being a fierce warrior, he ends up taller than Kars or Esidisi and appears more well built. I don't think it was the fact that Santana was weak, I think he was just comparatively weak to Wamuu, and ended up being perceived as the weakest link. Kars and Esidisi had milleniums of training and Wamuu was a fighting prodigy, so Santana, who was probably just an average, untrained, pillar person (see:child), was by default the weakest. Santana had to process the information of Kars and Esidisi killing his family in an entirely different way. While Wamuu came to his own conclusion, I can easily see Kars holding that information above Santana's head. Santana had to hear that Kars "saved him from a life of darkness and drab" and how Santana should be "thankful you (Santana) weren't slaughtered like everyone else/your parents/family." When physical punishments were given to Santana, I can see Kars and/or Esidisi telling him how he was just as worthless and weak as his mother. I talked about it in-depth before, so just to rehash my thoughts: Santana was abandoned in Mexico at least 5,000 years ago (K,E,+W went to Eurasia in search of the super aja.) Santana would have looked around 10 years old at his age of 5,000. Picking up here, Santana would very likely stick to the same general area for quite a while before branching out into the greater Central America. Honestly think he became an idol in these areas due to him being bored as fuck with a booming population of humans around him. I see him spending a few thousand years like this, until eventually he got bored/not enough nourishment/whatever happened, and he fell asleep for several thousand years. Really leaning towards lack of nourishment leading to his slumber, he holed himself up in the temple and only woke up to a copious blood sacrifice. He woke up, the events of the show happened, Santana is stone in the SWF again. I don't think Santana is dead, I think they woke him back up and experimented on him. Von Stroheims entire mechanical body is based off of Santana. They may have been able to study him to such a degree while he was asleep, but honestly I think homeboy was awake and just restrained in some fashion while the Nazis and SWF experimented on him. I really hope he passed by the events of part 4 at the latest, but maybe they studied him until they were satisfied, and then kept him turned to stone. Maybe they had Joseph swing by and kill him idk. I just hope he found a peaceful ending.

#jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #battle tendency #jjba headcanons #pillar men #pillar men headcanons #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #santana headcanon #wamuu headcanon

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xoxoproject21 · 7 months

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Project 21 Season 9 Results

Solos

Copacabana (Cece Chung):

4th place mini solo (Jump Las Vegas)

5th place mini solo (24 Seven San Diego)

7th place mini solo (Radix Anaheim)

3rd place mini solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

4th place elite 9-11 solo, 2nd runner up ELITE MISS JUNIOR DANCE (KAR Redondo Beach)

3rd place mini solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

All That Jazz (Aliya Yen):

6th place mini solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Before It Ends (Aliya Yen):

1st place mini solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

Mink, Schmink (Aliya Yen):

1st place mini solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Hollyrock (Delaney Anbardan):

7th place mini solo (24 Seven Bellevue)

Ode To The Blue (Bristyn Scifres):

6th place junior solo (Nuvo Meadowlands)

Little Secret (Bristyn Scifres):

4th place junior solo (Jump Las Vegas)

5th place junior solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Perderse (Bristyn Scifres):

9th place junior solo (Nuvo LA)

It cannot be (Bristyn Scifres):

3rd place junior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

3rd place junior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Interrogation Room (Berkeley Scifres):

7th place junior solo (Nuvo Meadowlands)

L.O.V.E (Berkeley Scifres):

3rd place junior solo (Jump Las Vegas)

4th place junior solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Cornet Man (Berkeley Scifres):

5th place junior solo (Nuvo LA)

4th place junior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

1st place junior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Woman (Chloe Mirabal):

5th place junior solo (Jump Las Vegas)

10th place junior solo (24 Seven San Diego)

2nd place elite 12-14 solo, Elite Miss Teen Dance (KAR Redondo Beach)

13th place junior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

Cold Hearted Snake (Leilani Lawlor):

7th place junior solo (Jump Las Vegas)

7th place junior solo (24 Seven San Diego)

10th place junior solo (Radix Anaheim)

Taking Note (Leilani Lawlor)

4th place junior solo (Nuvo LA)

3rd place junior solo (Radix Dallas)

4th place junior solo (24 Seven Bellevue)

This Will Be (Madelyn Nasu):

7th place junior solo (Jump Las Vegas)

6th place junior solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Absolutely Final Goodbye (Sara von Rotz):

5th place junior solo (24 Seven San Diego)

5th place junior solo (Radix Anaheim)

Light Surrounds (Sara von Rotz):

16th place junior solo (NYCDA Vancouver)

3rd place junior solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

Champagne Taste (Sara von Rotz):

1st place junior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Showcase only - already won 1st (24 Seven Bellevue)

Awakening (Kira Lieberman):

5th place junior solo (24 Seven San Diego)

7th place junior solo (Nuvo LA)

10th place junior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

Somebody Help Me (Elliana Anbardan):

6th place junior solo (24 Seven San Diego)

2nd place junior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

1st place junior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Showcase only - already won 1st (24 Seven Bellevue)

Heartburn (Regan Gerena):

4th place junior solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

4th place junior solo (Radix Dallas)

3rd place junior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Silhouetted In Sunshine (Gracyn French):

1st place teen solo (Jump Las Vegas)

2nd place teen solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Paul is Dying (Gracyn French):

3rd place teen solo (24 Seven Chicago)

2nd place teen solo (Radix Anaheim)

3rd place teen solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

Pale Blue Sun (Gracyn French):

3rd place teen solo (Nuvo LA)

3rd place teen solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

El Tango De Roxanne (Gracyn French):

3rd place teen solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Black Sea (Richie Granese):

5th place teen solo (Jump Las Vegas)

4th place teen solo (24 Seven San Diego)

5th place teen solo (Radix Anaheim)

4th place teen solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

The Way You Take Up Space (Richie Granese):

7th place teen solo (Nuvo LA)

7th place teen solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

Nebula (Stella Eberts):

5th place teen solo (Jump Las Vegas)

8th place teen solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Nothing More Simple (Stella Eberts):

5th place teen solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

6th place teen solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

3rd place teen solo (Radix Dallas)

4th place teen solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Bone Marrow Stem Cell (Liliana Barajas):

7th place teen solo (Jump Las Vegas)

8th place teen solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Falling Inward (Liliana Barajas):

10th place teen solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

Echo (Allison Choi):

10th place teen solo (Jump Las Vegas)

5th place teen solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Let's Fall (Allison Choi):

4th place teen solo (Nuvo LA)

15th place teen solo (NYCDA Las Vegas)

Sing It Back (Brooklyn Ladia):

3rd place teen solo (24 Seven San Diego)

7th place teen solo (Radix Anaheim)

5th place teen solo (24 Seven Provo)

Moon Song (Dillon Barron):

8th place teen solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Beneath the surface (Dillon Barron):

19th place teen solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

The Clock (Brooklyn Lieberman):

9th place teen solo (24 Seven San Diego)

More Than One Time (Brooklyn Lieberman):

2nd place teen solo (Nuvo LA)

Happiness (Brielle Lieberman):

10th place teen solo (24 Seven San Diego)

Going Under (Brielle Lieberman):

2nd place teen solo (Nuvo LA)

10th place teen solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

Liquid Slow (Makeila Bartlett):

7th place teen solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

Red Shadow (Makeila Bartlett):

17th place teen solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

To Build A Home (Airi Dela Cruz):

14th place teen solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

Back To Black (Leighton Werner):

10th place teen solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

I Dare You (Avery Reyes):

3rd place senior solo (Jump Las Vegas)

Tell Me Why (Avery Reyes):

8th place senior solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

3rd place senior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

The Silent Word (Sammi Chung):

3rd place senior solo (Jump Las Vegas)

2nd place senior solo (24 Seven San Diego)

2nd place senior solo (Radix Anaheim)

In One Ear (Sammi Chung):

6th place senior solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

3rd place senior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

5th place senior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Fame (Lexi Blanchard):

4th place senior solo (Jump Las Vegas)

Did not place (Nuvo Santa Clara)

5th place senior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Catching Smoke (Lexi Blanchard):

7th place senior solo (Nuvo LA)

9th place senior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

Red Desert (Kameron Couch):

4th place senior solo (Nuvo Tulsa)

Volant (Kameron Couch):

6th place senior solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

5th place senior solo (24 Seven Detroit)

4th place senior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

6th place senior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

NERA (Katie Couch):

5th place senior solo (Nuvo Tulsa)

Winding and Unwinding (Katie Couch):

10th place senior solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

5th place senior solo (24 Seven Detroit)

15th place senior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

6th place senior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Siren (Mackenzie Couch):

Did not place (Nuvo Santa Clara)

6th place senior solo (24 Seven Detroit)

11th place senior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

7th place senior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Rework (Loila Rhee):

4th place senior solo (Nuvo Santa Clara)

7th place senior solo (NYCDA Santa Clara)

7th place senior solo (24 Seven Anaheim)

Duos/Trios:

To Cross Paths (Katie + Kami Couch):

2nd place senior duo/trio (Nuvo Santa Clara)

3rd place senior duo/trio (24 Seven Anaheim)

Groups:

Too Many Fish In The Sea:

1st place mini group, 1st mini jazz, Best NU Group (Mini) (Nuvo Santa Clara)

1st place mini group, 1st mini jazz, Critics choice winner (Mini) (NYCDA Santa Clara)

1st place mini group, 1st mini jazz, 11 O'Clock (Mini) (24 Seven Anaheim)

With A Little Help From My Friends:

2nd place junior group, 2nd junior jazz (Nuvo Santa Clara)

2nd place junior group, 1st junior jazz (NYCDA Santa Clara)

1st place junior group, 2nd junior jazz (24 Seven Anaheim)

I Am Adrift:

1st place junior group, 1st junior contemporary (Nuvo Santa Clara)

Junior overall high score, 1st place junior group, 1st junior contemporary, Critics choice winner (Junior) (NYCDA Santa Clara)

2nd place junior group, 2nd junior contemporary (24 Seven Anaheim)

Big Noise:

1st place junior extended line, 1st junior jazz, Best NU Group (Junior) (Nuvo Santa Clara)

2nd place junior extended line (NYCDA Santa Clara)

1st place junior extended line, 1st junior jazz, 11 O'Clock (Junior) (24 Seven Anaheim)

Pose:

3rd place junior extended line, 1st junior ballroom (Nuvo Santa Clara)

1st place junior extended line (NYCDA Santa Clara)

1st junior ballroom (24 Seven Anaheim)

We Disappear:

2nd place teen group, 3rd teen contemporary (Nuvo Santa Clara)

2nd place teen group, 2nd teen contemporary (NYCDA Santa Clara)

2nd place teen group, 3rd teen contemporary (24 Seven Anaheim)

You Don't Love Me:

1st place teen line, 1st teen jazz, Best NU Group (Teen) (Nuvo Santa Clara)

Judges Pick, Teen overall high score, 1st place teen line, 1st teen jazz, Critics choice winner (Teen) (NYCDA Santa Clara)

1st place teen line, 1st teen jazz, 11 O'Clock (Teen), Studio Pick (24 Seven Anaheim)

Break My Soul:

1st place teen extended line, 1st teen jazz (Nuvo Santa Clara)

1st place teen small production, 2nd teen jazz (NYCDA Santa Clara)

1st place teen extended line, 2nd teen jazz (24 Seven Anaheim)

Leave Room For Change:

3rd place teen extended line, 2nd teen contemporary (Nuvo Santa Clara)

1st place teen extended line, 1st teen contemporary (NYCDA Santa Clara)

2nd place teen extended line, 3rd teen contemporary (24 Seven Anaheim)

Knives Out:

4th place teen production (Nuvo Santa Clara)

1st teen large production (NYCDA Santa Clara)

2nd place teen production, 2nd teen hip hop (24 Seven Anaheim)

West End Girls:

1st place senior group, 1st senior jazz, Best NU Group (Senior), Studio Pick (Nuvo Santa Clara)

1st place senior group, 1st senior jazz (NYCDA Santa Clara)

1st place senior group, 1st senior jazz, 11 O'Clock (Senior) (24 Seven Anaheim)

When You Least Expect It:

3rd place senior group, 2nd senior contemporary (Nuvo Santa Clara)

2nd place senior group, 1st senior contemporary, Critics choice winner (Senior) (NYCDA Santa Clara)

3rd place senior group, 2nd senior contemporary (24 Seven Anaheim)

Scholarships

Jump

Mini Jump VIP

Winner:

Runner up:

Cece Chung

Junior Jump VIP

Winner:

Berkeley Scifres

Bristyn Scifres

Runner up:

Madelyn Nasu

Leilani Lawlor

Chloe Mirabal

Teen Jump VIP

Winner:

Gracyn French

Runner up:

Liliana Barajas

Allison Choi

Stella Eberts

Richie Granese

Senior Jump VIP

Winner:

Lexi Blanchard

Runner up:

Sammi Chung

Avery Reyes

Nuvo

Mini BreakOut Artist

Winner:

Aliya Yen

Runner up:

Delaney Anbardan

Junior BreakOut Artist

Winner:

Bristyn Scifres

Berkeley Scifres

Regan Gerena

Leilani Lawlor

Kira Lieberman

Chloe Mirabal

Sara von Rotz

Runner up:

Savanna Musman

Elliana Anbardan

Olivia Armstrong

Madelyn Nasu

Teen BreakOut Artist

Winner:

Gracyn French

Stella Eberts

Runner up:

Liliana Barajas

Allison Choi

Richie Granese

Brielle Lieberman

Dillon Barron

Makeila Bartlett

Airi Dela Cruz

Madelyn Kim

Brooklyn Lieberman

Brooklyn Safford

Senior BreakOut Artist

Winner:

Lexi Blanchard

Kameron Couch

Avery Reyes

Runner up:

Katie Couch

Sammi Chung

Mackenzie Couch

Loila Rhee

24 Seven

Mini Non-Stop Dancer

Winner:

Aliya Yen

Runner up:

Cece Chung

Delaney Anbardan

Junior Non-Stop Dancer

Winner:

Regan Gerena

Berkeley Scifres

Bristyn Scifres

Sara von Rotz

Elliana Anbardan

Leilani Lawlor

Savanna Musman

Runner up:

Kira Lieberman

Chloe Mirabal

Madelyn Nasu

Olivia Armstrong

Teen Non-Stop Dancer

Winner:

Stella Eberts

Gracyn French

Brooklyn Ladia

Mady Kim

Leighton Werner

Runner up:

Dillon Barron

Allison Choi

Richie Granese

Brooklyn Lieberman

Brielle Lieberman

Lilly Barajas

Makeila Bartlett

Airi Dela Cruz

Senior Non-Stop Dancer

Winner:

Sammi Chung

Mackenzie Couch

Kameron Couch

Katie Couch

Avery Reyes

Runner up:

Lexi Blanchard

Loila Rhee

Radix

Mini

Winner:

Runner up:

Junior

Winner:

Regan Gerena

Sara von Rotz

Leilani Lawlor

Runner up:

Teen

Winner:

Gracyn French

Richie Granese

Runner up:

Liliana Barajas

Allison Choi

Stella Eberts

Brooklyn Ladia

Senior

Winner:

Runner up:

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baesuzypics · 3 months

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sgt-morgan · 2 years

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The Test 🍼

Summary: Part 3 of the Robbin Trilogy uh oh… cardinal rule of premarital sex is wrap it before you tap it, but Robin and Matt seemed to have fucked that up.

Warnings: alludes to the adult tango, Robin cusses like a sailor, Childbirth, Labor, babies. AFAB and female identifying reader. Mentions of Jen Walter’s. No angst.

A/N: based on my bestie’s labor journey, yes we really did do some of these things, and yes, labor lasts forever.

Pt.1 Guessing Game

Pt.2 Robbin Bites Back

DD Masterlist

You couldn’t fucking believe it. You’d been with Matt for a good solid seven months. Seven months of joyful bliss with your devil man, your law work, and all your new friends (normal and vigilante). You had attended a wedding, (Marci made a lovely, if not very over the top bride. She was also surprisingly a great law partner.) you’d met your friends families (Moonknight has a very lovely kind of fiancé and a beautiful baby girl.), and you had even won a case or two. You’d really settled into your life in Hell’s Kitchen with Matt and things were really looking up. Until the vomiting started.

“Jesus Christ,” you groaned as Matt muttered something about blasphemy where he lay in your bed. You came back from the bathroom for what felt like the twelfth time this morning after puking your guts out. “If I puke one more time, I’m going to put myself out of my misery a la Dramamine OD.” Matt chuckled and opened the covers— and his arms — to receive your exhausted, wrung out, body.

“Baby, Stay home today.” Matt grumbles, placing a soft kiss to your neck, nuzzling in further.

“No way Devil boy, I got that deposition to look over for Jen Walters, and I need to find an expert witness for Kar-“ Matt covers your mouth lightly with his hand.

“You can’t do any of that while puking your guts out, and I can tell you’re about to do it again. Go see a doctor, then we can figure out work.” He released you just as you feel your stomach flop uneasily once more.

“Damn you and your uncanny ability to hear my stomach churning.” You grumbled getting up to go puke your guts out just as Matt suspected. “Fine, I’ll go see Claire, but you have to look over that thing for Jen. I’m being serious Murdock, and don’t make the excuse that I didn’t copy it over to Braille because I’m gonna text Karen about it!” You shouted in between bouts of vomit, listening as Matt got ready for work.

“I love how chill you are about working with my ex… Girlfriend?” You laughed through your vomit at the question in his tone.

“Oh Fuck you Matty, of course I’m chill. Batman can sleep with Catwoman and leave, but there will always be a Robin.” You puked again and rethought that metaphor. “Okay that Metaphor doesn’t really work because Batman and Robin aren’t fucking, but the idea stands.” Matt chuckles and comes into the Bathroom, now fully dressed for work. He kisses your forehead with a smile and hands you a cup of mouth wash. Once he chaperones you back to bed, he leaves. You settle into your nice, soft, silky sheets, about to let little sheep whisk you off to dream land when you realize something that was about to be very important in your relationships state of affairs. Your period is two weeks late.

“Fuck me ROUGHLY with a chainsaw, you gotta be KIDDING!” You whisper yell staring at the test with two little blue lines that is threatening to rock your world.

“Well, congrats I guess. I’ll set you up an appointment with the OBGYN.” Claire pats your shoulder and leaves the apartment, gently closing the door behind her. She leaves you with more questions than answers, but she can feel that you need the space to metabolize the very big pill you’re swallowing. That pill? You’re gonna be a mom. You’re gonna be a mom SOON. Not two weeks soon, but the ship has sailed, the die is cast, the nine month timer is ticking, and your good catholic boyfriend has yet to put a ring on your finger, and this baby is about to be born by way of Westeros (if you couldn’t tell by that I meant a bastard. It’s funny, laugh.). You hadn’t read the Batman comic for this, but you’re feeling like the joker had a good philosophical point when he decided that laughing at the void was his only option. So you visited Maggie.

You and your boyfriends mother, who was also shockingly a nun, got along like a house on fire. When at first your faithful boyfriend told you his mother was a nun you were very nervous, and super confused as to how that shit was supposed to fucking work. Then you met the woman, and my god did everything you knew about Matt Murdock make total sense. They were so similar. The way they wrinkled their nose when they smiled at you sarcastically. The way they always oriented in the direction of whoever was speaking as if projecting with their bodies that in this moment, your words were important because they came from you. The way they would silently say a prayer at random moments when they saw- or in Matt’s case heard or sensed- something they were thankful for; a cup of fresh coffee, kids resolving a fight without intervention, your laughter, the rain stopping right as they left a building. It was nice to see some of the clay that molded the man that you loved so dearly, to know where he was fired and glazed, and to be able to tangibly appreciate his very existence as if a work in a series of fine art. You loved it, you wondered if your children would be molded of this same clay, what they would pick up of your own.

“Hello, Robbin!” Maggie greeted cheerfully as she supervised playtime for all the kids running around the playground of the school. She loves her son’s girlfriend and her silly Batman nickname. She’s like a breath of fresh air, makes him take everything just a little less seriously. She’s exactly what he needed.

“Hey sister Mags! Uh so can I ask for some advice?” You plop next to Maggie on the bench and fiddle with your fingers nervously, which for Maggie, is an automatic red flag. In the time that she’s known her Son’s girlfriend, she had never been one to fidget nervously. She was always a commanding force of chaotic will. She thinks it’s what Matt likes best about her, so seeing this normally very confident woman fidget… she knew it was time to keep an open mind and an open ear.

“Of course, what’s my son done now?” Maggie chuckles, grabbing your hand and forcing you to stop picking at your fingertips gently.

“He’s knocked me up is what he’s done.” You mutter under your breath and Maggie freezes. “Now he’s stuck with me forever, and he’s gonna be mad, and he’s gonna freak out, and I’m gonna have to be a single lawyer mother that takes her baby to court.” You flop your head in your hands and start sniffling back tears and Maggie is almost too stunned to speak… almost.

“Well,” she starts cautiously, “ being stuck with you forever is Matt’s goal so I wouldn’t worry about that.” Your head snaps up, and Maggie smiles at you reassuringly, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, you heard that correct, forever was his goal so deep breaths there.” You chuckle and swipe a tear away. “Now, the baby, he’s gonna be thrilled… eventually. He’ll probably try something stupid, but he will come around. If he doesn’t? Well, there are four or five heroes, vigilantes, several lawyers, and one nun of course, that would kick his ass if he said he would leave you. That’s not gonna be a problem though. He’s gonna be thrilled. Don’t worry about it dear, you’re gonna be great parents.” You hug Maggie on a sob and let her hold you for a couple minutes. It’s nice, having a motherly figure who cares about you again.

“God, I’m really having a baby. I’m such an emotional little goddamn bitch now- Oop sorry sister.” You gasp. Maggie laughs and shakes her head.

“Don’t worry about it Robin, it’s fine. Better get back to the bat cave though, I bet you left the test sitting out on the counter.” As always Maggie was right.

Meanwhile back at the apartment…

“FOGGY!” Foggy was not accustomed to Matt shouting, not at that pitch at least. Foggy had heard him shouting in distress, in pain, in anger, but not this near giddy shout that he was giving off now. It shocked him so much he actually dropped the coffee he was pouring for Karen in the sink. Karen flinched as well, not being used to this suddenly excited and yet frantic shout. “Foggy! Come quick!” He heard Matt scrambling out of the bathroom and hitting the door frame in his haste. He met him halfway across the room with Karen not far behind. They needed to hear what this was about right away.

“What Matt! What!” Suddenly a stick was thrust in his hands and he looked a it befuddled. “What is this?”

“A pregnancy test! What does it say!” Matt frantically shouted smacking his friend excitedly on the shoulder over and over. Karen gasped? and foggy flinched flinging the test.

“Ew your girlfriend peed on this!” What Foggy didn’t realize, was in his childish disgust he flung the test right out the open window above the dumpsters.

“FOGGY YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Karen shouted lunging at the test futilely as it flew out the window.

“SHIT!” Foggy yelled following her

“GODDAMNIT!” Matt cussed and the group all gasped again and Matt even smacked a hand over his gaping mouth in horror. Foggy stared open mouthed at the open window, and then at Matt. Karen nearly falls from the force of the gasp that just came out of her mouth. They stand in silence, all staring at each other for a good couple of seconds and then the room dissolved into madness.

“MATT WAS THAT BLASP-“

“IM SO SORRY! I HEARD PREGNANCY TEST AND I FRE-“

“HAIL MARY FULL OF GRACE THE LORD IS WITH THEE-“

The three of them stood in a circle gaping and shouting and gesturing in horror, before they all froze at the hysterical laughter from the woman they hadn’t realized during their slapstick venture had come through the door. There you stood as they all continued to stare slack jawed at you. You were laughing so hard you were nearly gagging. The force of your laughter caused you to collapse in a chair and you were clutching at your side, your face was cherry red and you had tears streaming down your face. “Foggy just- and Karen’s face- and Matt said-“ the next several sentences were stilted by laughter and cut off at the joint, but the partners of Nelson, Murdock, and Page understood that you had seen everything. “Oh god, oh god, I can’t breathe, I’m actually having an asthma attack.” You were coughing through your laughter, and the friends were now genuinely concerned. Matt got your inhaler from your bedside, vaulting the couch and flipping over the chair. Once you had calmed down, and used your rescue inhaler, the group stared at you with cartoonish eagerness- except Matt who was staring vaguely at your fridge and had his hands out at both sides as if he was finishing a vigorous Jazz routine- waiting for you to tell them the results of your test.

“So?” Foggy asked gesturing at you wildly.

“So what?” You gulped, now having your breathing under control.

“STOP BEING COY, ARE YOU PREGNANT WOMAN!?” Karen burst forth then slapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry.”

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded casually, sipping from someone’s abandoned glass of water.

“WHAT!?” Three identical shouts came from them all at once and you nodded, still very casual, legs crossed waiting for them to figure out their next move.

“WELP! WE GOTTA GO!-“

“OH LOOK AT THE TIME! MARCI SHOULD BE-“ Foggy and Karen hastened excuses and lunged for the exit, grabbing coats and brief cases before slamming the door in a hurry. You could hear them talking in hushed panic whispers all the way down the hall. Matt however, was still frozen in shock. The house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It was almost physically painful to have your home, normally filled with so much laughter, become so tensely silent.

“So, I was thinking we move to my place? I got an extra bedroom. But honestly, I love your apartment, I practically live here. Maybe we look for a new place altogether!” Matt slowly creeped closer to you while you rambled. His head cocked hands spread and visibly trembling as he walks towards you like you were wounded and frightened animal about to bite. “Then we could always-“ Matt reached you and dropped to his knees, putting his head directly over your stomach and clutching his fists into the fabric of your sweater. You whimpered, stock still, not even daring to put your hands on his body. You sat in total silence for a couple seconds, until Matt started shaking. You felt his hands grip you tighter and his face nuzzle into your stomach. His tears were starting to seep through your clothes.

“I’m gonna be a dad! I can hear her! We’re gonna have a baby!” He whispered, and you beamed, starting to get teary eyes yourself. The previous tension wooshed out of the room, you relaxed.

“Her, huh?” Your watery chuckle making him hold you tighter.

“Yeah! Her!” He laughs joyfully, “A little girl, who is exactly like you. It’s gotta be. They say that girls are a reflection of their father’s sins, and I can’t wait for her to be just as difficult, and stubborn, and kind, and beautiful, and as crazy as you. You’re my favorite thing, of course I want more of you.” He grins, still crying. Vacant eyes roaming over where he senses your face to be, he puts a hand on your cheek.

“Well Murdock, you’re stuck with me.” You give a watery chuckle, and he beams.

“Good, my plan is working.” He placed a kiss on your head and you laugh.

“Oh?” You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, snuffling away the rest of your tears and rubbing your noses together.

“Yeah, of course, I’ve got a ring in my trunk right now. I was gonna give it to you in two weeks, but why wait when you’re already giving me everything.” You gasp, and Matt stands, going to his trunk and pulling out a little black box. He opens it to reveal a dainty silver band that looked like flowers. The ring was beautiful, and you’re sure he picked it by touch alone so he could fell all of the intricate details. “So, what do you say?”

“Oh my God Matthew, of course!” You giggled, and another wave of tears hit as you kisses him with all the passion you were capable of. You were enjoying your moment of bliss, until you were interrupted by a tell-tale thump against your front door.

“Oh yeah, Karen and Foggy were eavesdropping.” He grinned and you both chuckled. “You can come back in now!” Matt called, and your door burst open revealing a very excited Karen and Foggy were waiting.

“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life.” Foggy was misty eyed, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my god man, are you crying?” You laugh a bit as everyone begins to trade hugs and congratulations.

“Yeah! My best friends are getting married and having a baby! Why wouldn’t I cry?” He tried to snuffle back his tears and you hugged him fondly.

“Oh Foggward, you’re gonna be such a good Godfather.” You sigh, and the news of him being the godfather made him promptly burst into tears.

Matt was a saint. He attended your every need. You never had to worry about your craving foods being easily accessible, the fridge at your house and at the office was fully stocked. House hunting? Handled. There was a cute brownstone near the office and the parish that he snapped up right away. It had plenty of room for more kiddos, and it had a window in the attic so he could sneak out on his Devil adventures without a hitch. Body issues? Not with Matt you don’t. The bigger you got, the more feral he seemed to get. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you, you were like a precious jewel, and he wouldn’t let you forget. (And if you had to guess, it was most likely some sort of breeding kink, but who were you to judge.) As the months rolled on, you got bigger, your mood swings got more intense, and the sass you were slinging the entire time was unmatched, but he handled it like a champ.

“Matthew Michael Murdock? Tell your little parasite to calm down with the morning sickness, or I swear to god I’ll puke in your shoes.”

“Mathew? Our Xenomorph is dancing on my bladder. I’m gonna need you to start doing some of the parenting here, tell her it’s my bladder not Prom.”

“Listen buddy, I know you Murdock’s got the Devil in you or whatever, but if this child keeps moving while I try to sleep? I’m gonna call an exorcist.”

Even with all of that, Matt always shrugged it off with a smile, and whatever solution he could. The baby was already a daddy’s girl, and when Matt found out you really were having a little girl? He became even more obsessed. He constantly talked to your bump, touching your stomach anytime he was near you and relishing in the way your two steady heart beats thudded strongly against his hand. His voice was like some kind of magic spell, whenever he talked to you or your bump, whatever ailment your daughter was causing suddenly subsided. When the baby started kicking? He was glued to your hip. The first time she did it, you were laying on the couch, reading over some court case. Matt was pacing the room, practicing his opening statement for the next day, until your shocked gasp cut him off.

“Baby?” Matt called out, startled and suddenly terrified.

“Matty! Come quick!” You waved him over even though he couldn’t see, and he rushed to you, afraid something was seriously wrong. Then you grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach and-

“Oh! Oh wait!” Matt was suddenly an eager child, giddy and vibrating under his skin like he was just given the gift he was excited for for Christmas.

“It feels so weird, but there she is!” You giggled, I’ve felt her a couple times, but it’s never been strong enough for you to feel it, or I don’t know? Super senses and all maybe you could? Doesn’t matter. That’s out baby Matt!” You grinned with tears brining in your eyes, and Matt beamed, pressing a kiss to your belly, and then your lips lovingly. Yeah, he was gonna be a great dad.

You weren’t prepared to become the most protected woman in the city, but when the other vigilantes of New York caught wind of your pregnancy, you constantly were being tailed by one superhero or another. You asked Moonknight’s baby mama? Fiancé? You weren’t sure, but they were a thing. Anyway, you asked her if this was normal, but of course, she was also a vigilante, so naturally she didn’t need as much supervision in the eyes of her peers. No matter where you went, at whatever time, there was always one hero handy to make sure nothing was too strenuous for you. Frank Castle ‘running into you’ at a grocery store and helping you carry home your groceries (you had made up since the taser incident, and had since become great friends)? Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man dropping down to walk you home from work (you now lovingly referred to Peter as your eldest child, Matt resented this a bit, but you found it hilarious)? None of these were off limits, and they had all happened on multiple occasions. Hell, even Deadpool had made an appearance a time or two, bringing you snacks or a good joke. You always had an escort, you always had a kind ear, and you always had someone to carry heavy things. While that was great and all, if you didn’t get some alone time? Real, actual, alone time? You were gonna wipe the city of its hero population.

“Mathew!” You shouted when you got home, and Matt winced. He could feel you slowly getting annoyed for days now, and he knew what it was about. He hadn’t asked all of your friends to look out for you like this, they all just sort of… did it, and while it for sure made him feel better, that didn’t mean he couldn’t see how annoying it could be.

“Yes love of my life, mother of my child, Angel on earth?” He beamed and he could tell you rolled your eyes.

“Cut the shit Devil Boy, if I don’t get some alone time here soon? I’m gonna crack.” You sighed, flopping into your couch with a sigh.

“Ok.” Matt shrugged, standing and grabbing his coat from the rack and toeing on his shoes.

“What?” He could sense your adorable pout and shrug, and he shook his head with a laugh. “That’s it? You’re just gonna… go?”

“Yeah, I’ll go to the office, finish up my case work, and head back home with dinner in a couple hours. That ok?” You gave a tiny delighted gasp, and Matt could smell the salt of your tears. Had he misjudged?

“You’re so good to me.” You blubbered a bit, and Matt chuckled. Ah, Hormones. “Thank you, I love you so much, and I love our friends so much, but I really wanna be alone for a minute. I don’t know, it’s all so overwhelming, and I love you so so much, don’t get me wrong, it’s just-“

“Baby, you don’t have to explain. You’re not even alone in your own body right now. Of course you’re overwhelmed, of course you’re feeling overcrowded. You don’t have to explain to me. I know you love me, I know you love having me around, but if you need a moment to yourself. That’s fine.” He sighed, rubbing your back gently.

“You’re my favorite person.” You mumbled, kissing his cheek affectionately. “I Love you more than anything.” You place one on the opposite cheek, “You’re the other half of my soul.” You kiss him on the mouth, “Now leave me alone.” You mumbled still pressing up against his lips, and Matt laughs, grabbing his cane and heading out for an hour or two.

When he returns, there is gentle music coming from the baby’s room. You had been working on the room a lot lately, from what he’s heard from Frank, it’s called nesting, and it was your minds way of preparing your brain for another human to enter your space. He loved listening to you work in there. You always were mumbling to yourself while you painted, or folded tiny clothes, or cleaned. The furniture had all been put together, a baby gift from Frank, Wade, and Peter, who broke into your house one afternoon, built it all, and left a Polaroid of them putting it all together on your fridge. It was a sweet (if not slightly creepy,) gesture that you were both very grateful for. In fact, the whole room had been littered with little gifts and sweet gestures from your friends. Toys, photos, diapers, clothes, they all have a little something, and it made you both smile thinking about how loved your baby already was before they were even born. Matt began to search for you, and when he found you, you were sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery, fast asleep, and clutching to a stuffed elephant. He smiled, you were so adorable, he woke you, made sure you ate, and then tucked you into bed. You were gonna be a great mom, he just knew it.

Months dragged on, your baby grew bigger, and as was always the case with you and your wonderful Devil man, nothing, not even the birth of your child, could go as planned.

You were at home when your water broke, blearily trying to make yourself some tea to calm your spasming muscles that you believed to be Brackston Hicks. Instead, you were now standing in wet socks, tired, scared, and in pain. So, naturally, the first thing you did was call Matt, but your heart sank to your stomach when you heard his phone announcing the caller ID from the bedroom. Well, Shit. He was still out patrolling, he never has his normal phone when he’s patrolling. So, you called his emergency cell, and to your horror, a random woman picked up and told you she found it abandoned on the sidewalk. Double shit. Your next call is Claire. Claire is easily the most collected person you know, and should be able to help you with all the baby stuff too.

“Hello?” She answered blearily, and you could hear the busy rush of the hospital in the background, must be a busy night.

“Claire!” You sigh, relieved, and Claire’s voice takes on a greater modicum of interest.

“Robin? Is DD ok?” She asked with urgency, and that’s when the water works start.

“I don’t know! My water broke and he lost both his phones!” You cried again, and you could almost hear the frustration pouring out of her ears like steam.

“Ok! Stay calm Robin, I’m gonna call Luke and Frank. They’ll get started on finding Matt. You call Foggy and Karen to come get you, and I’ll meet you at Metro General.

You nodded and sighed as your muscles gave you a slight reprieve. “Ok, ffffffuck, shit. Ok. Yeah, I can manage that.”

“Ok, good. See you soon.” She hung up, and suddenly, you were scared all over again. So before you could break down once more, you called Karen.

“Robin? Is everything ok? Is Matt ok?” The water works started again and you felt like an idiot.

“I-“ you hiccuped and groaned as another contraction started. “I don’t know! He lost his phone! I’m in Labor! I’m terrified!” You cried.

“Oh shit, Tell Robin I’m going out now. I’ll find Red and bring him home. The spider kid will get to her before you will. I’ll shoot him a text ok Kar? Tell Robbi-“ you’re shocked to Hear Frank Castle’s voice followed by the sound of a kiss, but you’re too distracted by the pain to do much about that hot goss anyway.

“Frank, we’re on speaker.” You hear your friend huff.

“Ah, well. Robin, I’ll go get Red ok? We’ll get this fi-“ an explosion then proceeds to rock the city.

“SHIT!” Frank curses, you cry harder and Karen gasps. “Ok, well, found him. I’ll- I’ll call the Moonknight guy and Luke.” Then you hear the sound of Frank’s boots pounding on Karen’s hardwood.

“Ok Robin, I’m on my way. Don’t freak out. Matt may not have even been there yet, but the good news is regardless of what happened we know exactly where he’s gonna be, and Frank, Deadpool, Luke, and Moonknight will find him. I’ll call Foggy and we will come get you ok? Open the door for Peter when he gets there. You got this.” Then silence filled the line again.

You then proceeded to pace around your house. You took a shower, you packed a bag, you grabbed baby’s first outfit. You were doing ok. Around when you were trying to pack Matt’s clothing, Peter got there and you almost collapsed with relief as you heard him pound up the stairs.

“Robin!” Peter heaved as you opened the door. He looked like he sprinted here. It had literally been thirty minutes. “Oh, hey!” He saw you start to cry again.

“My god labor made me a little bitch.” You whimper, letting the superpowered teen comfort you, then you sniffled, and amended your thought. “Actually? Fuck that. I’m in labor, and my husband is probably flipping around an explosion, I’m not crying ENOUGH!” Peter continued shushing your tears and rocking you back and forth slowly, stunned.

“It’s ok Robin, I got you. Foggy and Karen will be here any minute. Let’s get you down stairs ok?” He went into your room , grabbed your hospital bag, then helped you waddle slowly down the stairs. You had to sit on the landing when another contraction hit, but you finally made it out the door just as Foggy and Karen pulled up.

“Hey! Robin! It’s all good!” Karen and Marci rushed to your side, Foggy sat in the car, anxiously flexing his hands on the wheel. “Ok Pete! We got her, you can go help look for Matt now.” You heard Karen whisper as Marci ushered you to the car.

“Ok, Foggy, let’s go.” Marci said, slipping into the front seat while Karen volunteered to sit in the back with you.

“God!” You whined as another contraction hit.

“I’m so pissed!” You yelled. “I told him I’d be fine, to go out, it was just Braxton Hicks, I couldn’t POSSIBLY be going into Labor! It’s too goddamn early!” You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut, squeezing Karen’s hand so hard, she thought you’d break her whole arm. “Then, he looks at me, he looks and says ‘No Robbin! It’s fine! Better safe than sorry!’ Then I, like an absolute fucking moron, told him to go! It couldn’t possibly be that bad! If it is labor, I’ll just call! Then he looses his fucking phone! This blind, back flipping, latex wearing, moron, has never once lost his goddamn phone! THEN on the ONE and ONLY NIGHT I NEED TO CALL, HE FUCKING LOOSES IT!” You let out a shout, and Foggy can’t help but giggle, and Marci and Karen look halfway there themselves. “Oh yeah! Laugh! Laugh at my misery! It’s fucking hilarious! I can’t find my blind vigilante husband, I’m in premature labor, and some fucking moron just bombed New York! Real hysterical!” They sober up pretty quickly after that.

When you arrived at Metro General, Claire was waiting with a wheelchair and your OBGYN. “Oh thank fuck.” You mutter, flopping into the chair, “please, proceed to the room and pump me full of drugs doc, I’m miserable here.” Your OB laughs, and pats your shoulder.

“You got it mama. Where’s dad?” She asks kindly, and you start to tear up again.

“We-“ you gasp a sob, “We don’t know!” Claire and the OB give each other an ‘oh shit’ look and nod.

“That’s ok! I’m sure he’s fine, things are hectic, but I’m sure he’s just caught up in traffic, lots of crazy stuff going on tonight.” Your doctor and Claire proceed to roll you into the elevator, and Karen follows close behind. “I’m assuming Ms. Page is coming in with you?” You mid, and Karen bids foggy goodbye, telling him to call Maggie and Frank to see if anybody has any idea about what was going on.

Labor takes forever. In the movies, it’s like a twenty minute gig. It’s all rush rush rush and then boom. Baby. But it’s just not like that in real life. Instead, you get to the hospital, your OB and a bunch of nurses hook you up to monitors, then they leave you the fuck alone. Sure, they come and check on you or whatever, but unless you’re dying, it takes a while, and other people got other shit going on in this hospital too. You end up sort of being glad you told Matt to go help. You’re just in labor, right now it’s all contractions, and napping, and ice cubes.

Claire and Karen are with you the most, and Marci keeps a running update on what’s going on with the bomb, and with Matt and the vigilante crew. Eventually they do anything and everything they can to distract you from your husbands absence. Foggy stops in every once in a while, and they all sneak videos of you too. There’s one where you’re on your laptop and Marci is on hers, you’re comparing notes for a custody battle you’re working on, and it’s the coolest shit Foggy has ever seen. You’re both sitting cross legged on your hospital bed, laptops sitting on your hospital bed tray. Marci is in yoga pants and Grippy socks she stole off a nurse, glasses perched on the end of her nose. You’re in a hospital gown, two blankets and a little Devil squishmallow (I’m talking about Dante btw.) sit in your lap.

“So, in cross-“ you take a deep breath and hold it, hissing out slowly through your mouth. Marci reached both hands across your screens and you hold on to her arms and groan a bit, then it passes. “Whoo, that sucked! In cross, you need to emphasize mom’s addiction problems, and her lack of treatment. Make them realize that while she may have money, and she may be the mother, her life style and unwillingness to get treatment for her alcoholism or take a simple drug test, makes her an unfit guardian.” This video becomes Foggy’s favorite talking point. He loves showing it to your clients to demonstrate just how committed you are to your practice.

You keep working as long as you can, when that gets too much, you end up playing a card game with all of them, and Karen takes an amazing selfie of you with an oxygen mask and a handful of ‘Cards Against Humanity’ cards. There’s also an amazing video of Foggy judging a particularly good hand. “For my next trick I will pull a blank out of my blank.” Foggy reads, and you instantly start cackling and slap down two cards. There’s a moment of deliberation, and then Foggy reads them out. “For my next trick, I will pull- hah!- Meatloaf the food, out of Meatloaf the man!” You all laugh and foggy picks up the next set. “For my next trick! I will be pulling an erection that lasts longer than four hours out of your mother!” You all laugh again, but when Foggy picks up the next set of Cards, he laughs so hard, he makes Marci read them.

“Oh my God!” Marci cackles, then reads the cards. “For my next trick, I will be pulling a Fetus out of My Vagina!” Everyone dissolves into uproarious laughter.

“No fucking way it says that!” Karen laughs and shows the cards to the camera.

“Well that wins.” Foggy groans, and you cheer.

“Haha! Even when in immense pain I still fucking win!” You say taking the black card and kissing it triumphantly.

It takes about two hours for Matt to arrive, and you’re only at four centimeters. You’re loudly complaining about it to Karen during a contraction when he does finally get there. “God Kar!” You snarl as another contraction hits you, thankfully, the pain has been dulled a lot by your epidural, but you’re still in pain. Your leaning on her standing up, Arms around her shoulders, head bowed as you try and rock back and fourth to settle the terrible cramped feeling in your vagina. “I swear to baby Jesus and the grown one too, if Mathew Michael Murdock misses the birth of our first child, he’s gonna be meeting the Lord a lot sooner than expected.” Pretty soon you hear a scuffle with nurses, and a bunch of people worrying about safety some man who looks injured. That’s when Matt rushes in, scratches all over his face, bruised ribs, and a cut over his eyebrow that screams ‘I was just in a burning building!’

“Baby!” He sighs in relief, throwing his cane to the chair in the corner and running to relieve Karen of your weight. “Oh baby! I’m so sorry it took so long! You were so brave!” You nearly collapse into a puddle of tears when Matt finally uses one hand to tangle in your hair and press you to his chest, while the other runs up and down the length of your spine. “We got everyone out, and everyone who can wait in the waiting room is waiting on your okay.”

“Oh thank god!” You cry in relief, pressing a kiss to Matt’s chest.

“No problem honey, you’re gonna have another contraction.” He sighs, clutching you tighter and sitting on the edge of the bed. You lean into him and he kisses over every available piece of skin he can get to.

Matt details for you how he heard a suspicious group talking about some kind of Blaze of Glory and followed them to the building that was eventually blown up. Supposedly, some sort of rival gang had learned of a cover business that their competitors were using, and they had just intended to burn it down, and hadn’t taken into account that there would be barrels of gasoline in the place, causing a mass explosion. Thankfully that building was empty at the time, but the two neighboring apartment buildings weren’t. He got blown back by the explosion, but he was relatively ok. He then details how he and the rest of your group of super friends pulled people out of the two burning buildings, and described for the police that this was not in fact an intentional binning of a city block, but an idiotic arson attempt. He also described in vivid detail how he panicked and sprinted across the city, almost taking out a little old lady and a stray cat in his haste to make it to you.

“Well shit, I never thought I’d be grateful for arsonists, but it not being a domestic terrorist is really comforting.” You mumbled as Matt lay with you between his legs. “I mean, it super sucks that organized crime in this dumb fucking city is so bad, but it could indeed be worse.” He huffed a laugh and discerned Claire’s annoyed eye roll from across the room.

Your labor ultimately lasted for about ten hours, six at home, four in hospital. The whole time it was going you were your snarky, unabashed self. Matt arriving seemed to be what pushed your labor into high gear, and it only took an additional two hours once he arrived for you to give birth. You were a non stop stream of expletives and gauge threats the whole time, and Matt was ever so happy to laugh at your bitching, and dish it right back.

“This sucks, should have known your kid would have a big ass head.” You grumbled at one point, kissing Matt’s hand as he brought you more ice cubes.

“Nah, the head is normal sized, it’s the horns that are giving you so much trouble.” You cackled and crunched the ice he spooned into your mouth. There was a nurse that looked almost terrified momentarily until she realized you were joking, and honestly you couldn’t blame her, New York had seen a lot of shit lately, Rosemary’s baby wouldn’t be too off base.

Matt at some point groans as you lean into his bruised ribs while you ride out another contraction. “Damn Murdock, what are you groaning about, it’s just some bruised ribs, I’m pushing a watermelon out of my vagina. Suck it up!” You lean away hastily, and check his ribs gently when the contraction ends though, and he just laughs.

“Sure honey, I’ll just keep my internal bleeding to a minimum.” He chuckles, kissing your hair, and pushing your hands away, not letting you fuss over him and insisting he was fine. You made Claire check him over anyway, turns out he had also ruptured some stitches. The other nurses were very concerned, but Claire brushed it off saying he was in a car wreck or something.

“Matthew Michael Murdock, your penis is allowed nowhere near my body ever again.” You groaned as you finally got to eight centimeters. Meaning it was time to push.

“Sure babe, we will revisit that sentiment in two months. You’re doing great.” He gently strokes your hair and grasps your hand as he listens to you give birth to your perfect baby girl.

Jacquline Marie Murdock, named in honor Matt’s late Father, was born at 5 am, was five pounds eight ounces, and had a full head of vibrant red hair. The nurse handed her to you and Matt beamed, but he seemed to be hiding something.

“What is it Matty?” You fret, pushing hair from his brow with gentle fingers as the nurse cleaned you up.

“Well, it’s just-“ he sighed and ran a gentle hand over her features, “will you describe her to me?” Your heart shattered. The nurses standing near by ushered the others back a bit so you’d have privacy, and you were so grateful.

“Of course Matt, I’d love to. She’s got your nose, and my chin, but if I had to choose who she looks most like, I’d pick you. No denying she’s all Murdock bub. She’s small, scrappy little thing, just like her mommy. She’s got these perfect lips that now at the top just like mine, and she’s got ten fingers and toes, her eyes are brown, just like yours, but the best part is her hair. It’s your favorite color, it’s bright read and curly, she’s perfect.” You sniffle, and look up at your husband in adoration, drying the tears that were now freely falling from his eyes. (If we’re honest, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.) “Do you want to hold her?”

“Oh!” Matt’s eyes lit up, filled with awestruck wonder. “Can I?” You huffed a watery chuckle and helped him get situated with her in his arms.

“Of course honey, she’s yours. You helped make her.” When you said that, Matt looked as if you had offered him the moon on a string. She was the most perfect thing Matt had ever held, and you were so in love with the way he held his daughter, the look on his face that betrayed his every emotion, and it was filled entirely with love and wonder.

When you were finally resting, and the baby was getting checked over by the doctors,

Matt made his way back to the waiting room. The picture Marci took to show you showed a room filled with a strange assortment of heroes and civilians that honestly frightened the nurses until Claire calmed them down. Karen was snoozing in Franks lap, covered by his long trench coat. He had a hand in her hair, and a hoodie pulled up over his head to hide the giant bruises on his face. Pater was sat on the floor, back pressing into Maggie’s legs as he snoozed against the bemused nun. Foggy had his hands crossed on his chest like an old man, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. Luke and Jessica were sitting back to back, as Claire stitched a nasty cut above Jess’s eye. Steven, no longer in the Moonknight suit, had tossed up a peace sign and you could see his lovely wife waiving from his phone screen. Deadpool, wearing a red sweatshirt, jeans, and a surgical mask with his logo on it was laying in Peter’s lap flipping off the camera. Marci was smiling in the foreground of the selfie, and there was an actually traumatized nurse in the background who looked like she either wanted to call the cops, or make a run for it.

When Matt arrived, that hysterical tableaux was broken up immediately by grumbles, cut off snores, and squeals if excitement. “A healthy baby girl!” He beamed and the room erupted in excitement. When it died down, people said they’re goodbyes, and promised to come by tomorrow to meet the baby. Only Maggie, The godparents (Karen and Foggy), and their significant others (Marci and Frank) remained to meet the baby before they too headed home to catch some sleep. Matt lead them all to your hospital room where they were greeted by the sight of you snuggling a perfect baby girl. Your friends cooed over how perfect she was, and you all exchanged hugs and kisses and congratulations.

Karen was first to hold the baby, and Frank grinned as he looked down at the baby over her shoulder.

“Damn Red, you make some adorable ass kids.” He chuckled, smacking Matt on the back as he held your hand.

Next was Foggy, you and every woman in the room eagerly filmed Matt handing over the little girl to his best friend. After she was safely nuzzled in his arms, Matt threw an arm around Foggy and they both grinned. “Man, can you even believe these two Avocados turned out okay?” Foggy chuckled.

“I know man, we made it. We got some other strange things going on, but we made it.” Matt laughed smithing a hand over his daughter’s hair. The picture of him and Foggy was displayed proudly on Foggy’s desk.

Finally, Maggie held the baby, and she and Matt both cried. There were words there that they didn’t dare utter out loud, but when it came to the Murdock family. Other worldly senses could always say a lot more than words could. This moment was big for them, and when he finally whispered the baby’s name to Maggie, it felt like some sort of healing presence filled the room, and you could swear that Matt looked as if his whole world finally clicked into place when his mother told him how proud his dad would have been.

When the room had finally settled, and everyone had left to go get some sleep, you and Matt were left to your own devices. Your baby rested on Matt’s chest as you lay side by side in your hospital bed. He had one hand in her back, and another around your waist, and he focused on both of his girls steady, relaxed heart beats while you stared at her perfect face and stroked her chubby cheeks with gentle fingers. Then you stretched up to kiss Matt’s cheek with a grin, and lips still pressed to his head, you grinned and mumbled;

“Holy Parenthood Batman, we had a baby!”

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