#but Spud please notice me

[poppadom0912]

Can you do a part 2 to Father dearest please? Like maybe them telling people their married and/or pregnant? 😊

Of course! This took me ages to get to so I apologise but I hope you like it and it's up to standards.

In commemoration of 4/21 of my exams finished, thought I’d finally put something out and try something new. Enjoy!!

Warnings: None? Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

Part one

You and Will had planned out your pregnancy and marriage announcement one night laying in bed. You had yet to show despite how far along you were getting but you weren't too concerned, it was actually quite common for some women.

The plan was to tell Jay first whenever your schedhules lined up and it finally did. The three of you were going to have dinner and you'd tell him that he was going to be an uncle that night.

But fate had other plans.

You were on shift. Will wasn't going to be in work for another few hours since this was one of the random days you weren't on shift together.

April was talking to you about having a girls day out one of these days since all everyone did was work and you agreed but your planning was cut off by an incoming patient.

The patient was definitely high, shouting like a maniac as he was wheeled in by paramedics and a very familiar brunet man.

"What happened to him?" You asked your brother in law who was unaware of his newly acquired status. He joined your side and walked with you, spudding you in greeting.

"I have no idea but he's our lead suspect." Jay told you, indirectly telling you that this man needed to stay alive by all means possible.

You nodded in understanding, moving away from him and towards the combative man who was being restrained by April and Doris.

Spewing out orders, you helped the two nurses who continued to struggle and out of nowhere, a hands came hurtling towards you causing everyone to be alert.

Despite being on whatever drugs he was on, that man was strong as heck and sitting up, nearly getting off the gurney only gave him more strength to push you away.

Unfortunately for you, because of the treatment room you were in, your head collided with the medicine cabinet, a distinct and worrying sound being made when you hit your head.

Through your pain and the blurriness in your eyes, you missed Jay interfering and cuffing the man himself, April giving him more drugs upon Ethan's request who you didn't notice enter the room.

Groaning, you pulled your hand away from the back of your head and even with your blurry vision, you couldn't deny that you were seeing blood coating your fingers.

"Y/N, we need to check you out." April said from across the room, looking up when the patient dozed off. She could clearly see you bleeding and wasn't going to take no for an answer when you denied her.

"Yeah." You agreed with her, wincing when you tried to nod. Your answer shocked the room, the inhabitants looking at you as if you lost a few brain cells. Usually, you'd turn them all down and repeatedly assure them you were fine. This was definitely a first.

"Can you call Will for me?" You asked Jay who wrapped his arm around you, helping you walk out the treatment room and into another.

"Already on it."

*****

"Just a concussion and a few stitches, that's it?" Will asked for the hundredth time, looking back at Ethan with worry laced in his words.

"Take the next few days off, you know the drill." Ethan told you, leaving out the information that you already knew.

"Wait, baby?” Will said, looking at you questiongly.

"Baby." You gasped, eyes wide in sudden realisation. You were so out of it that you forgot all about the baby.

"Baby."

"Baby."

"Baby?" Jay asked, stepping into your very weird interaction. "Why are we repeating baby?"

You sighed, shoulders slumping in disappointment. This wasn't how you wanted to tell Jay, let alone anyone else.

"Can we get an ultrasound?" Will turned to Ethan, not willing to take his chances with your babies health.

Both men were confused for a second but when they joined the dots, their eyes widened and you couldn't help but smile.

"April, turn on the ultrasound for me please."

You let out the biggest sigh of relief at the sound of a steady heartbeat and at the sight of a healthy baby. God knows what you would've done if they were hurt.

"I thought you agreed no kids till after marriage?" Jay said, more stating than questioning but the implication was there.

You and Will exchanged a knowing glance and Jay caught it because the two of you weren't even trying to be discreet at this point.

"Shut up." Jay huffed, looking between the two of your incredulously. "You guys are married?"

You started laughing, finding his reaction funny along with everyone else's reactions.

At the mention of needing an ultrasound, everyone overheard and took a peek into the room where one of their ED docs were being treated in and they'd heard everything.

"This is too much all at once." April shut her eyes, opening them and pointing at you with a new determination in her eyes.

"You got married, didn't tell or invite any of us and then you get pregnant."

You smiled sheepishly while Will nodded. It was your fault for not telling them but everyone was so busy these days and the two of you were too awkward to start a random conversation and lay it all on them.

"Well, what were we supposed to say? ‘Hey guys, we got married on holiday and we're pregnant with the first Halstead grandchild whose actually a boy if you were wondering."

"Yes!" Jay nodded, feeling like pulling his hair out from the stress of his older brother and his now sister in law. "You say exactly that!"

"Well..." You smiled, doing jazz hands. "Surprise! We're having a boy!"

"Oh my gosh."

You laughed heartily watching Jay's retreating figure.

"Maybe we should wait to ask him to be the godfather."

"Oh definitely."

#onechicago #one chicago imagine #one chicago x reader #chicago med #chicago med x reader #will halstead #will halstead x reader #will halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader

[laneynoir]

Legolas x reader

Word count: 1900

Request (that i took way to long to start) for @jaimelamour

- archery practice with Legolas!! cute light-hearted drabble idea:)) reader/legolas getting flustered at the close proximity, fumbling hands, the Pining!!,,,,this idea is so cliche but sooo cute

(Also, I again borrowed a charactor from @sotwk go check out Naneth' s stuff, its truly amazing)

This was not a good idea. This was an awful idea. This was absurd. Who even thought of this?

Ah, yes. Of course.

Honestly sometimes you wish you could pull a Merriadoc and get kidnapped by a tree, just so you could stop making such rediculouse decisions.

A voice calling your name pulls you from your thoughts, leaving a smile to settle at the sight of Sam infront of you. He holds a plate of creamy looking... Something. "Hello Sam, what is it that smells so delightful?"

"Why it's scalloped potatoes Mx. Y/n." He blushes a bit at the compliment, an endearing sight, and one which fills you with a strange feeling of mixed mourning and hope. "I was going to see if you would like some?"

Grining you give him your permission to load up your plate, realizing to late that he is still more accustomed to feeding those with Hobbiton appetite, and you've now got more of the spuds than you could ever manage eat. Still, nothing Samwise has ever cooked could be turned down, and you dig in.

The hardonic taste of garlic, onion, and somthing else that you can't place, bloom on your tounge, sharply reminding you of the lack of prior meal. "Mister Gamgee, you have my heart, soul, sword, and boots. Stake my life on it, this is the most superb meal I've ever had the pleasure to taste!"

Sam shuffles his feet, embarrassed by the kind words. "You can keep your boots please -nasty foot prisons really- tis hardly a meal. I only made enough for appetizers." He nods politly to someone behind you before scurrying off.

You scoop up another fork full the the food, letting out a small moan of appreciation. "Whomever is behind me can take a seat, I dont bite."

A strangely pink faced Legolas sits oposit you, a small smirk as he speaks, "I know for a fact that your words are false, I need not elven eyes to have noticed the sizable chunk you tore from one orc."

"That doesn't count." At his humorously  disbelieving facial expression you shrug. "Fine then, I promise I don't usually bite pretty princesses. Better?"

His only response is a small laugh. "May I purloin some of your potatoes?" You nod, and after a short search you find an extra fork, though not another plate.

His eyes light up in delight when he takes a bite and you smile, staring a bit to long for it to be considered entierly friendly, though thankfully he seems not to notice.

"So... Did you come only to steal my food, or did you have an alternate motive?" Legolas blinks, looking at thr plate with a guilty expression that you wave away.

Shaking his head he answers. "I was intending to ask if you wished to start your lesson, but did not wish to interupt your mealtime."

The mental This Is Still A Bad Idea reminder goes off, but the Prince's hopeful expression is more than enough to hit snooze.

"You're not interrupting, truthfully I was jot even planning on eating before Sam brought these to me. He is truly to sweet for his own good." Your eyes are on the plate before you, so you do not see the crease that apears between Legolas' eyes.

"If you are willing, I have found a suitable range at which to practice, as well as a bow that I believe with suit your draw strength."

"What I can't use your's?" You tease, looking up in time to see a strange flicker in your friend's -for this is what he is, no more- eyes. It is gone almost as quickly as it came, and you do not dwell on it.

"I- I would allow you, of course, but the bows of Lothlórien are meamt for a more expirianced-"

You raise and eyebrow, mouth firmly set into a line so as not to laugh. "Are you saying I am week my prince? If that is the case, I beg you simply get to the point." His eyes are (beautiful, how are eyes allowed to be so-) immediately blown wide, as he turns an interesting shade of sunkissed rose gold.

The blush extends all the way to the tips of his ears, and you have the strangest urge to trace the path of pink with your fingertips. Instead you interupt his sooft panicking, "I was joking, Legolas, I understand that you know much more about your weapon than I can ever hope to, and I trust you completely."

Legolas nods and a small smile appears. "I hold your trust as my most valued prize from this terrible war, I know it is hard won."

His gaze holds yours steadily, so you shoce a bite of potato in your mouth before you do something stupid, like kissing the Prince of Greenwood.

Not long after, you stand at the entrance to a long rectangular courtyard. This is going to be fun, you tell yourself. You're going to learn things, and shoot a bow, amd stop waching Legolas so closely.

Knowing full well that at least half of your thoughts were empty of any hope, you step in to meet the resident blond elf. And for the love of the green lady, does he have to be so perfect? The light of the afternoon sun glints off of his hair, making it look as if it glows, while accepting his figure at the same time. He holds a bow that is smaller than his usual choice, runing his hand along the wood, appraising.

He gestures for you to come closer, which you do of course. You would go spelunking in the ruin of Isengaurd is he asked you to.

"That's where we'll start, if that is okay?"

For a terrifying second, you fear that you've spoken alloud, and this only slightly fades whem you realize that he's been speaking for a time already.

Mentaly shaking yourself, you nod, pleading with your inner monolouge to be quiet and let you focouse. Shockingly, it does not comply.

Legolas shows you the beginner stance, which feels slightly odd after your sword training, but you catch on pretty quickly. The proximity of Legolas to yourself is nonexistent, and there are more than one instances which almost convince you that he is deliberately trying to fluster you.

When he shows you the apropriate hold on the bow, his hands ghost over your own, positioning them to perfection, and nearly causing you to drop the weapon. He steps back after telling you to draw the bow, but cautioning against sharply relising the string, as there is no arrow and it would split the wood.

Legolas nods, satisfied when you slowly relieve pressure from the string. He pauses a moment, seeming unsure, so you tilt you head in silent question. Eyes trailing over your arms, which are bared against the day's bright heat.

"You do not have you vambraces?" The question is more of an acknowledgment, but you incline your head in response regardless. In a second I unties the leather string holding his own in place, loosening then just enough to slide from his forearms.

Avert you eyes spawn of chicken, your brain reminds you.

After pulling both of the simple deep brown articles off he looks at you, raised eyebrow, and gestures for your arm. You hold the bow in one hand, and with nowhere to put it, you extend the other for Legolas.

The leather is warm still from his skin as it slides against your skin, and to prevent a shudder, you say; "You dont have to give me these you know, I'd be fine."

Legolas smiles, softly as always. "Fine perhaps, but few deserve pain, least of all perfection, and if I am in a position to keep you from it I will." The ernesty in his voice suprised you, and you feel a red cross your face, not caused by the heat.

"What do these markings mean?" Legolas' hands still for a breath, freezing from the tightening of laces. Quickly you stumble back from your words. "I do not wish to pry, please forgive-"

"No!" He shakes his head, and the tears in his eyes send a flash of guilt through you. "Please do not apologize. Some of them are mearly ornamentalb but this one," he is tracing an indent. "Is the mark of my... Teacher." Drawing a breath he whispers a name. "Gelir"

You let the silence stretch out, before; "I'm sorry for your loss, was he your..."

Legolas looks up with alarm, and surprisingly, a laugh. "No, Gelir was my brother, and the finest hand with a bow or beast to ever walk the natural earth."

On impulse, you reach out, placing a hand on his cheek. "I feel quite treble now, and not a little embarrassed. Is there anything I can do?"

His smile has returned, and you are glad for it. "I will tell you if I think of anything."

Pulling the second knot tight, Legolas releases your arm, something you are both relived for, and dissapointed. "Now I get to shoot right?" When he nods you take up your position.

Arrow fitted to the string you exhale as you release, frowning when it misses the target entirely. Suddenly there is a presance at your back, shifting your feet slightly, and repositioning your arms.

Legolas remains against you, hands on yours as you draw back again, this time hitting near center.

You turn excitedly to him, foot twisting in the process on an unforseen length of rope that lies half buried in the ground. Legolas catches you before you can fall, and for a brief moment you think he is about to kiss you. But he helps you back to your feet, smirking all the while.

"Of course I fall. This must be a murder attempt." You grump, pleased when he laughs quietly.

"What's this?" You glance to the ground noticing a glint of dark green. You bend down to retrieve it, only to feel you head make contact with another.

Legolas let's out a hissing noise, and the stone is gone from your thoughts. "Legolas?"

"I am fine, though it seems you have caught me."

And you have, as his hair is tangled around the pin on your shoulder. You look to his face, "Only after I fell for you."

His eyes widen, though he makes no sighn of discomfort. "Here is your stone"

You shake your head quickly. "I should like you to keep it, if you will."

Legolas tilts his head to the side. "My best friend married a dwarf, I know what this is."

You tilt your chin defiantly. "Good."

His face is still blank as you reath sharply. "I think I know what you can do for me."

Meet inches away from him you ask, "And what would that be my prince?"

Without a word he closes the gap, kissing you with far more zeel than you could have expected. The hand you'd earlier placed on his cheek now finds it's way to his neck, holding him close when you lips disconnect.

Forhead rested against his, you close his still open hand around the leaf shaped emerald. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me now."

"Well yes," he agrees. "My hair is still caught on your broach."

#legolas #legolas x reader #my fic #mentions of #tauriel x kili #lotr #lord of the rings #writing #post war of the ring

[starsha-k-luna]

How “Humanized” Burgertron got his Cheese Burger Backpack:

Spud Muffin came upon Burgertron to find him curled up in a ball, crying in his knees. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen this, it had been just over a week since Burgertron had been (Accidentally) turned into a Flesh Creature or Human as he & the Lostbots had learn from Dave.

Burgertron had been struggling with this, even though he’s told everyone his fine, Spud’s known him long enough to see right through him.

While exploring the cloth shops, since Burgertron’s transformation he’s needed clothes & Spud Muffin has often found himself looking for clothes for his friend to wear.

Just as he was leaving the store, he spotted some “Novelty” bags & he saw one that looked just like a Cheeseburger! Spud had to get it for Burgertron!

Spud immediately went to grab it when Jacquline (Dimlit’s Girlfriend) spotted him.

“Spud Muffin?” Jacquline asked.

“Please!” Spud asked desperately, “I just wanted to give this Cheeseburger Backpack to Burgertron, to cheer him up & also to help him look more like himself!”

Jacquline looked at Spud Muffin with soft gentle eyes, she thought it was so sweet that Spud was trying so hard to help his friend like this.

“Need a hand getting it down?” she finally said, “I think these bags are in the Clearance Sale, so no one will notice it’s gone”.

Spud Muffin was shocked, even since the “Gold Rush Games” all of the Botbots treated him like an outcast, only Burgertron & the Lostbots had treated him like an equal, so to have another Botbot to trust him again was a surprise.

“Thank you” was all he could say, after a few tugs at the backpack, it fell to the ground.

“Why did you just help me?” Spud asked Jacquline, “No one other than the Lostbots has been nice to me”.

“Because I could tell you really wanted to help Burgertron” she replied, “And also, Dimlit told me everything that’s been going on”.

“Oh yeah, your Dimlit’s Girlfriend an’t yea” Spud replied. He looked up at Jacquline, thanked her one last time & went off with the backpack to give it to Burgertron.

Now here he was just staring at his friend, Spud was having second thoughts about this, but he swallowed the lump in his throat & walked up to his friend.

Burgertron heard someone call his name, he looked up from his knees to see his friend Spud Muffin, behind him was a Cheese Burger made out of what looked to be like fabric.

“So err” Spud said, he was finding it hard to speak, so he just said whatever would come out of his mouth, “I found this backpack that looks like a Cheese Burger, which you are, I mean used to be, well anyway just wear this ok Burgertron! You look weird like this”.

Burgertron whipped his eyes & looked more closely at the backpack, then he said a simple, “Thank you Spud”. Burgertron took the backpack & then put it on, he looked at himself & kept quiet.

Spud was worried Burgertron didn’t like the backpack. Just then Burgertron picked him up & gave him a hug, or the closest thing to a hug he could give.

“Ok, ok, you big fleshy, I get it, your welcome” Spud Muffin said laughing as he saw Burgertron smile, the first real smile he’d seen on Burgertron’s face in a while.

Spud was relieved to see his friend happy again, even if it was for a little bit, this was all Spud wanted.

Hi again Tumblr, this is a continuation of a previous post I did a while back.

A Transformers Botbots AU: Humanized Burgertron.

In the previous post, I mentioned Spud Muffin gave Burgertron a Cheese Burger Backpack & I’ve been wanted to expand on that for a while, so I’ve written a short story about it & drew this sketch to go alone with it.

Let me know in the comments below if you liked it & if you want to see more of this AU.

See you next time👋

#transformers #transformers botbots #botbots #tf botbots #burgertron #tf burgertron #botbots burgertron #spud muffin #tf spud muffin #botbots spud muffin #humanformers #humanized au #humanized burgertron #botbots au #transformers au #my own work #my own art #my own story

[nuclear-cowboy]

Tagged by @callcenterkilljoy to do 15 questions, 15 mutuals

Were you named after anyone? My first name? No. But my middle name I stole from an actor cause I thought it was cool

When was the last time cried? Like. Earlier today. I will cry tomorrow as well. That's how it goes.

Do you have kids? Absolutely not. Please god no. I am barely a functioning person. Also I'm not old enough for this to be considered

Do you use sarcasm alot? Sometimes? I dunno a normal about? You ask me to hand you something and I will say no while handing it to you. I guess this is sarcasm

What's the first thing you notice about people? I don't know if there is anything in particular I notice? Usually it depends on the person I suppose. I'm also just a pretty unobservent when it comes to people honestly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What's your eye colour? Brown. I do have sectoral heterochromia in one of my eyes but it's just a darker brown so it's not really noticeable. It's kinda cool though

Any special talents? I can make bubble sound effects. I can solve a rubix cube. I can bend just the top joint of my pinkie finger. My thumbs bend backwards. Actually useful special talents? no not really lol

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings usually. But this is mainly just cause I barely watched anything ever so most movies I have watched I watched when I was a kid. But I do love horror as a genre and I have a whole lot of horror movies I want to watch so my answer might change

Where were you born? Aoteroa

What are your hobbies? A lot of drawing, in theory dnd (but I hardly ever play so mostly its just worldbuilding for fun), playing music, I go through phases of various handcrafts

Do you have any pets? I say i have 3 1/2 cats, They're of varying levels of feralness. Gonzo who was a kitten when we found him is basically just a house cat. Spud will occasionally cuddle but is pretty skittish. Lion you can pat sometimes but he's really scared of people, and Nala is basically a complete wild.

What sports do you play/have played? I did ballet for like 7 years growing up. I played one season of football (soccer if you're american). And then on and off muay thai, mma, and wrestling

How tall are you? 5'3

Favourite subject in school? Drama or history probably. I was a chemistry nerd but I dropped it as a subject. It got to much about the maths for me

Dream job? For the most part I don't have one, I do not dream of labor etc etc. But for the sake of the question I'd like to be a tattoo artist. I dunno I just want a job that I can be a functional person and make art and have hobbies and live my silly little life. And I need to be able to make art in some form or else I will simply die so. whatever I can manage

Tagging the mutuals i hope yall dont mind, obviously you don't have to do this, it's chill either way. You all are really cool and tagging this many people makes my anxious. Hope yall are having a good day (｡•̀ᴗ-)♡

@probablyahazard @horsecursed-cowboy @myc0l0gy @cowboycunt @alittleannihilation @draculagerard @bugfag @transaurus @mtmblid @faithdeans @kentuckycaverats @styxnbones @wormtiddies @shadowgast4t @deadmervsociety

#hi james! thanks for the tag! #this was fun #cain.txt

[bloombird]

What Does Your Favorite Ship Says About You: BotBots Edition

This is a joke and don't take it seriously, okay?

Burgertron/Frostferatu - Nothing more on shipping two dramatic bots who saved the other. Also, you think Burgertron deserves better.

Lady Macaron/Bonz-Eye - Bodyguard x royalty vibes but it's wlw. It's because of the prom episode, isn't it?

Burgertron/Ulf the Orange - You are either blind as hell to see the toxicity or you just genuinely wanted Ulf to have redemption and properly apologize to him next season.

Dimlit/Jacqueline - You love keeping things wholesome and cute, you're also a sucker for healthy relationships. You're just happy to be here.

Burgertron/Dimlit - You wanted good things for Burgertron and honestly who wouldn't? Also, Dimlit has two hands so...

Spud Muffin/Burgertron - You either wanted Spud to have a redemption arc and fix things between them with possible angst or you just wanted to make each other worse. There's no in-between. (Bonus: You shipped it as a joke but look where it got you..)

Clogstopper/Fottle Barts - You wanted to ship the weird kid and the one that admires him from afar.

Sgt. Scrubforce/Brock O'Lonely - You're an eagle-eyed fan who notices the background characters and their relationship. And you're slowly losing your mind that a few could see that.

Tell me more if I missed a ship! This is my first time making this so please be nice to me..

#what your favorite ship says about you #botbots #tf botbots #transformers botbots #botbots ships #botbots burgertron #botbots bonz eye #botbots dimlit #botbots frostferatu #burgertron #obscure ships #i finally did it #transformers

[marinesocks]

Heads Up, Seven Up

Rules: Share your last 7 lines and then tag 7 people

huge thank you to @parttimeghost and @ceph-the-writing-spook for tagging me!! i'm majorly sorry that this is more than seven lines but i REALLY didn't want to condense it!!!! many apologies for that!!

once again, this excerpt is from the owl's wish ^_^

"Thank you." Sakusa's eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. Bokuto flushes, nodding his head as he stammers the context. "For the candle." The weasel spirit's face smoothes in recognition, ever so slightly. It is hardly noticeable, but after poring over Sakusa's facial features for so long, Bokuto has learned to track even the most minute movements as momentous. "Please," Sakusa sniffs. "You don't need to thank me for basic decency. I would have given it to you sooner had I known that was what you wanted. I am not unreasonable, Bokuto." "I know," Bokuto replies, and once he says it, he's vaguely surprised to realize that it's true. He knows Sakusa is reasonable. He doesn't know how he knows, but he knows. Sakusa Kiyoomi is strict, not mean. Sakusa Kiyoomi would have given Bokuto a candle if he had asked. But it wasn't about reasonability, was it? A voice croons in Bokuto’s mind, smug and preening. It wasn't about whether Sakusa Kiyoomi, if pressed, would give Bokuto Koutarou a candle. This is about something else entirely. - bladesmithing, part two: assemble

aaaand i'm going to formally tag @helvelloides , @writingpotato07 , @kyofsonder , @happystarfishnightmare , @spud-if-you-please , @crossroadcrow , and @youngjaneiro !! as well as keeping this tag open for anyone else who wants to join in :D

#look i dont care if my sakusa is out of character #i love him ok #i had to make him softer for my story and you're just gonna have to deal with that #heads up 7 up #heads up seven up #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writblr #writers #writing #creative writing #my writing #tag game #tag games #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu fanfiction #helena scribbles #the owl's wish

[nerdpokemonheadcanons]

Runerigus anon here again! Grandma has been super happy that I’ve been proactive in trying to befriend Runerigus. So, I’m very thankful for your input and feedback! Went with what you suggested and decided to clean/repaint him after noticing a lot of faded parts and he’s just really dusty. I decided to bring my Nosepass with me to “help.” His name is Spud and I love him. I was a bit apprehensive when I first started cleaning him but Spud gave me the encouragement I needed. I was suddenly taken aback when halfway through cleaning him, I felt a sudden rumble from his exterior and I swore I heard a faint and low hum coming from him. I was practically shaking when I continued. I swear if Spud wasn’t there, I would have ran! When I was done, I started with the painting and for a portion of it I felt something staring at me (it couldn’t have been Spud, he was napping). I looked up and squeaked when I saw Runerigus’ face piece slightly dislodged out and it looking down at me. I hesitantly said “hi” to it and I heard that same deep hum but much louder. I shyly kept looking up at it and then it dislodged another piece of it that had its fingers appear out of it and its hand slowly got closer to me and I could feel myself scrunching up in response and … he booped me on the nose … I was completely dumbfounded that I hadn’t realized that he went back to his dormant state. I decided to process what happened later and finish painting then woke up Spud and leave. I told my grandma about the encounter and she laughed and said that Runerigus used to do that all the time with great grandma. It was his signature technique: “The Menacing Poke” I now feel very relieved and very happy now. Thank you very much for your advice! Please give me anymore if you have any! I’ll keep you updated!

I'm glad everything's working out!

And I'm sorry this took me so long to answer

[dimonds456]

Gem Steven’s gem is flipped upside-down. (Theory/Speculation time!)

SPOILERS FOR @spudinacup’s SU AU “Gone Wrong”!

Also WARNING: long post!

So recently, someone pointed out that Steven has a scar on his torso going across his gem’s location, which I found interesting in and of itself. Makes sense, since he wasn’t able to heal it since he DIED and his gem was shoved out of his body before it got the chance to heal him. That slash mark is there now. Wow, neat! Nice detai-

Wait.

Hold on a sec.

Is his gem... flipped upside-down? Well, it’s been like this for a while, maybe it’s just a creative choi-

...oh.

This is VERY intentional.

So I did some digging, and found much more symbolism and possible foreshadowing, and now I want to throw out my theory about Gem Steven here, including his potential arc and character development. I’ll try to keep everything brief while still blowing your minds, and I’ll try to get across what my jumbled mind has come up with.

Spud please notice me.

I will not be uploading photos to go with everything I say (go reread the comic after this and verify for yourself what all I’ve said), but I’ll show visuals when they’re necessary. I do not claim ANY of this art as mine (I wish my art was this good ;u; ), all of it belongs to Spudinacup and their SU AU, which has all kinds of hidden symbolism, foreshadowing, and visual cues we haven’t picked up on yet, as I’ve just learned while researching this theory. This ain’t your run-of-the-mill AU, everything in here is intentional. Scott Spud doesn’t do coincidences. So I’ll point out that stuff in screenshots.

Okay let’s go.

SO! To begin with, let’s talk about why his gem may have flipped, and to realize that, we have to know when. We don’t see the gem much, but we do see it constantly through Chapter 1, where it is normal. The pentagon is pointed upward. However, in Chapter 2, this is where we see it flipped upside down. When did that happen? We didn’t see it. I believe it happened in that first scene in the bathroom, right after we left. The butterflies were swarming angrily, and Steven was very lost in thought.

Notice whenever those butterflies appear. They seem to show up every time he thinks about who he is. Is he still Steven, or is he someone else now? Steven is dead. Everyone is mourning him, trying to heal him, but Gem is still here. So if Steven is dead, but Gem is still alive, that must mean he isn’t Steven then, right? But then that undoes everything we learned in “Change Your Mind.” He IS Steven. He’s always been Steven. But that’s when they were together...

...And so the butterflies swarm.

Notice how the first one shows up when he looks at himself in the mirror. When you look in a mirror, you should see yourself, right? But who IS he? In the show, butterflies represent thoughts and ideas, mostly dark ones, disturbing ones, or ones you don’t want to think about. Well, he already spent WAY too long proving who he was, so now to do it again sucks.

But he isn’t Steven anymore. He’s on the couch being mourned. But he’s already proved he IS Steven before, and it’s this uncertainty that is making his mind swirl. I believe this is why he flipped his gem. Just upside-down, so it’s a small thing no one will notice, while he tries to figure it out. In doing so, he’s separated himself from “Steven”, as they’re not one and the same anymore, and the flipped gem shows this. He’s someone else right now. Maybe. He’s not sure.

So what do we call you for right now? Steven. He already proved he was Steven, so until he’s proved otherwise, Steven it is. Now he just has to figure out what exactly that name means and wether or not he still fits that quota.

Flipped gem/Pink Diamond imagery is EVERYWHERE, mostly hidden in drastic shadows or in panels. It’s things you don’t notice at first, until they’re staring you in the face. See if you can spot them from the 3 screenshots below.

There’s probably more hidden throughout the comic, these are just the ones I’ve found that I feel confident enough to show as hard evidence.

So, what does it all mean? We’ll talk about the screenshots in order, left to right.

First, the Diamond is hidden as the panel in the center. In it, Human Steven lies upside down while the gem-panel is technically upside right. This can be interpreted in a few ways, but what that means to me is that something isn’t right here. If you flip Steven back around so he’s upside right, the gem is now upside down. Notice Gem Steven looking towards his human half on the bottom panel there, clutching his shirt over his gem. It’s a motion we’ve seen Steven do a TON throughout the show, anytime he’s thinking about Rose/Pink, who he is, or complicated gem stuff as a whole. Because early on, his identity was always shrouded in shadow. THAT is Steven, on the couch, without his gem. So for Gem Steven to call himself Steven is inaccurate, but also not at the same time. It’s all swarming in his head, and thus, the gem is flipped.

Next, he’s just broken the rejuvenator. This was probably the hardest to spot of the three, but if you look at the panel where Bismuth asks “feel better?” you will see, in the background, a white line cut through the soft pink hues. Look closer. It’s the outline of the gem, but it’s flipped correctly this time. This is because Bismuth seems to be the only person NOT saying Steven is dead, and treating his gem half one and the same. Is she unnerved? Yeah, but who WOULDN’T be? This is still Steven we’re talking about, as emotionally blocked as he is. He’s aware of why everyone is being weird around him, so to see Bismuth trying her best to treat him with familiarity instead of a completely different, new, dangerous stranger is really calming and helps to calm the storm a bit.

Notice the gem is flipped correctly. This is because he feels like Steven right now. Bismuth has been constant confirmation that he is still Steven, no matter the circumstances. Notice how his eyes dialate back to a larger size. They do that a lot in the comic, articulating his emotions without changing the rest of his face. It’s a clever detail to keep track of. His eyes grow more relaxed, dialating bigger when she pats his shoulder, asking if he feels better after destroying the weapon that killed him. It’s a huge relief for him to hear. So, the gem is correct.

Finally, we see Bismuth telling Greg that his son is dead, which is very contradictory to what Bis was saying earlier (in Steven’s eyes). Where is the gem on that frame? Look at Steven’s shadow. There it is, facets and all. To us, the gem is correct, but think about it this way: if Steven were actually replaced with the gem in that frame, what would it look like, Pink’s or White’s? That’s right. The point is coming from his feet, meaning it would look more like White’s, meaning it is back to being flipped upside down. Again, Bismuth just said Steven is dead, meaning he’s back to questioning his whole entire identity. So it’s back to being flipped upside-down.

It seems that the orientation of the symbolic gems hidden throughout panels show quite clearly where his head is at in terms of who he is. If it’s upside down, he’s separating himself from the cold meatball on the couch, whereas when it’s normal/upside right, he is associating himself WITH the cold meatball on the couch.

Notice he’s been grabbing at his gem a lot recently, too, all things he does while in turmoil over who- or WHAT- he is. He cannot heal right now. He can’t use his powers. Some powers are new and unfamiliar (see the more recent pages where Lapis struck out with water and he blocked with those hexagonal shields/walls). “Steven HEALS people.” He can’t, so who is he?

This is something he’ll need to have an answer to by the time the comic is done, and this is a mission for Gem Steven and Gem Steven alone. If his human half were alive (and content without his gem), he’d probably call himself “Steven” no questions asked, since he GOT his answer already, two years ago. But Gem can’t do that, not when everyone keeps drawing all these lines between the two. He needs to learn what being “Steven” means, and know that he is a part of a greater whole, but on his own, he is STILL Steven. Everyone else needs to realize this, too, and stop separating the two. It’s gonna be rough, since it may feel like replacing what they lost, but is it really? It’s going to be a tough road to trek, and I don’t know what anyone’s answer is gonna be (that’s the big mystery here, after all), but I’m here for it.

Remember, all of this has been speculation on what may happen based on facts and clues Spud has presented us with. I’m not claiming to know how Gem Steven’s arc will end, but I am throwing my hat into the ring on where I THINK it will go. Either way, the foreshadowing, symbolism, and unspoken characterizations here have been excellent, and I’m looking forward to seeing everything play out. Spud, your mind is incredible, and whatever you’ve got planned over there, I’m confident the answer will be satisfactory.

I’ll shut up now. Thank you for reading this huge meta post, and go read Spud’s comic. You can find it at @suaugonewrong or on Spud’s Tumblr, which was linked above. If you think I’m wrong or have a counter argument, bring it. Let’s talk, cause this is genuinely interesting and fun to dissect. I wanna talk about it OwO

Thank you. You may now continue scrolling.

#LONG POST #I’M SO SORRY #but Spud please notice me #owo #su au gone wrong #su gone wrong #gone wrong su au #meta post #au #theories #speculation #super long post #gem steven #pink steven #human steven #split steven #storpse #trigger warning #theory #idk you don’t find many aus that have this much depth to them #it’s nice #and i love it #so thank you #blood #tw blood

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Could you also do 26 with Josty please 😇 - justjosty

Happy blurb weekend @justjosty :)

i’m constantly dragging all my friends to your hockey games because i think you’re so much fun to watch and i don’t think you’ll ever notice me

WC: 728

Warnings: None

“How many times this season are you going to drag me to an Avs game this season before you actually say hello to Tyson?” Sami asks you.

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks at her words, wishing that she wasn’t so loud about it. Everyone in your friend group knew that you liked Tyson, they just didn’t think you would be so obvious about it and that he would be so oblivious. You dragged every single one of your friends to his games in hopes that he would see you, spending way more money that you would like to admit on the tickets at lower ice level, never working up the courage to ask Tyson if he had a ticket to spare for you. “What are you talking about, I just like hockey,” you try to play it off.

You turn to the ice, trying to see where Tyson was. He was near the blue line, Cale coming up past him as the Kraken brought the puck towards Kemper, currently looking like he was about to make an easy shot on goal. Sami keeps talking about how you brought everyone where, recapping what you already knew about how you felt about Tyson. “Just tell him you like him.”

You can’t help but scoff, knowing that it was something you would never do. “Yeah, ok,” you say in a joking manner.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“The world would end and I would have to move to a remote potato farm in Ireland and isolate myself with the spuds where no one could possibly percieve me.”

Sami looks at you, dumbfounded by your theatrics at the possibility of telling Tyson how you felt about him. “Jesus Christ,” she mumbles. “Don’t tell him, you’ll be single forever with that attitude.”

“I’d rather it be that way instead of ruin any friendship we have.”

The crowd around you starts to groan, the Kraken player having scored on the play, leaving the Avalanche down by 1 with half of the last period left. They had it in them to score and at least tie the game, but part of you also had no faith in any group of men to do anything that you wanted them to do.

Sami rolls her eyes at you, turning back to the game. She knew there was no point in trying to argue with you; no matter what she said, you would still say the same thing: Tyson was your friend, you would never confess your feelings for him, and life would go on with him not noticing you at every single game of his.

The puck drops, Tyson winning the faceoff right away and making a breakaway down the ice towards Grubauer in an attempt to score. The blue line of the Kraken make it in front of Tyson before he has the chance to shoot, forcing him to pass it to one of his teammates in an effort to try to throw off the defense of the Kraken. It didn’t seem to work since there was still no opening in front of the net for EJ to shoot. Tyson gets the puck back, just shooting the puck at the net in hopes for something. He misses, the puck being deflected off the pads and back over to Cale who tries again for the rebound, him shooting and making the goal.

The crowd starts cheering, the game tied with 7 minutes left and hoping that the game didn’t go back in favor of the Kraken.

Back at center ice, Tyson is back at the faceoff, hopefully trying to reproduce the same thing they just did, or at the very least, score again before the game was over. The puck goes over to Cale, him taking the puck up to the net this time before passing it over to Tyson. Before you could even process what was going on, the puck ricocheted off Tyson’s stick and towards the goal, finding the back of the net and causing the crowd to cheer again.

Tyson turns around, looking directly at you and pointing to you after he scored, Sami, shaking you as his teammates surrounded him for scoring what could be the game winning goal. “I think he’s noticed you,” she whispers, sending a chill down your spine as Tyson goes back to the bench.

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagines #colorado avalanche imagines #colorado avalanche #avalanche imagines #avalanche #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines #blurb weekend 122

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Surprise Birthday Party

Paring: Frankie ‘catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Words: 1,936

Notes: Frankie rushes to the reader with Ben Miller, to his surprise birthday party when you’re waters break. Pure utter fluff 🥰

Warnings: Lots of mentions of labour. Swearing and Fluff.

“Yeah, uh huh very funny Santiago Garcia! Now help me up please, I need to use the bathroom.” you scolded your friend lightly after his very lame attempt of a joke “Again hermosa? That's the third time in fifteen minutes.” He stood before you now after setting down his beer, kindly holding out his arms for your support to pull yourself up from the sofa “yes, another bathroom break. I can't help that he likes to lay on my bladder, today especially, ohh aah, thank you.” standing with a groan from the movement you make way to the bathroom patting Will’s back reassuringly as you pass him, after he asks if you're okay, noticing your grimace. “I'm fine William, just feeling a bit heavy, you know?” Waddling into the kitchen and down the hallway he chuckled nervously “Yeah. Well, I mean, no not really but yeah”  

With your back turned to the guys you don’t see the concerning looks passed to each other, Santiago widening his eyes and waving his hands gesturing, I don’t know and Will holding a finger to his lips to hush him, to calm him. You don’t hear their panicked whispers of ‘get Frankie on the fucking phone now’ as you walk into the bathroom cradling your belly, heavy and round. Feeling especially heavy today, Frankie junior has definitely taken residence on your bladder!

Closing the door behind you, you notice immediately the leakage in your underwear “jeez, we can barely hold it in now, can't we baby” making quick haste to reach the toilet you sit and are rewarded with the slightest trickle exiting your body. “Is that all spud? I thought there’d be a little more than that” you questioned to yourself as you cleaned up and ran a hand over your baby bump. Washing your hands and ignoring the twinges in your belly, you’ve done too much today is all.  

Today being a surprise birthday party for Benny, you thought maybe placing the banners, preparing the food and drink for the boys has probably taken a toll, just a little bit. Frankie had gone to pick his brother up from training at the gym to bring him back here, after not mentioning anything of his birthday all week making Benny believe it had been forgotten about to instead plan on surprising him when he walks through the door of his own home with 34th birthday banners strung up, a healthy spread of beer and food and of course, a cake. Bringing a smile to your face, excited to see his reaction.  

Exhaling deeply, you're startled when there’s tapping at the bathroom door “Y/N, you good in there?” Will asks, opening the door now and once again reassuring him you force a smile through another twinge, stronger this time “I'm okay Will, just excited for the boys to get back, I can hardly wait” seemingly unsatisfied with your answer he clears his throat “You sure?” You don’t miss the way his eyes roam down your frame, leaning its weight against the bathroom counter. As an act to settle his nerves you step towards him holding out your arms for him to hold, “Once the boys are back, I'm okay, I'll be okay.” Not wanting to ask again and risk playing on those hormones he’s heard all too well from Frankie, he relents, letting you bear your weight against him as he walks you back down the hallway, noticeably slower, back into the living room.  

“You okay, Hermosa?” comes from pope, you don’t say anything just give him a, yes, don’t fucking ask me again, with your eyes as you gently settle back down onto the sofa, not sitting back and slumping into the soft plump cushions this time but instead opting to park yourself on the edge. “You call Frankie? How far away is he?” you inclined through gritted teeth. Santi looks at Will then back at you before adding, “um, he said he’s going to be soon, couple minutes now, tops. He said he is... he is rushing to get here for yo-... for the party, yes. He said he’s rushing through traffic to get here for the surprise party.”  

Through his ramblings you look at him unconvinced, Wills face in the palms of his hands disappointed and shamed. “You fucking suck at lying Pope. How far away is he, really?”  

“At least another 20 minutes, but I think we should get you-” Santiago tries to suggest but is interrupted with your hand held in the air open palmed. “No, no. No hospital, not yet. We're not at that point yet guys,” huffing out a breath from another twinge in your tummy you push yourself off the sofa to stand and elaborate further “we just need to wait. Wait for Frankie and Benny then we can move from there.” There's a long pause of hesitating looks between the boys, by now your face being a little pale, sweaty, standing before them dangerously hormonal and heavily pregnant they question themselves silently whether they should try and persuade you or not but before they could decide your already making your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water.  

Leaning over at the sink, looking over the counter towards the two men, Will shifts to come up behind you placing a hand on your lower back over your dress and asks, “is this, okay? Would it help if I gently rubbed your back Y/N?” you didn't answer him, only nodded your head exhaling deeply and removing your outer layers of clothing to cool off and so he could better rub your back. Santi came over too but chose to stay on the other side, opposite you, smiling wholeheartedly. “It’s your choice Hermosa, we’ll be here with you no matter what you decide.” reaching your hand over to grab his own, gently squeezing it saying “You guys worry too much, its nothin - AHH … FUCK” a gentle hold of Santi’s hand turned to grip as water rushed down your legs, drenching your shoes and Wills. “Fuck. Okay, it's okay. I'm okay. It’s not that bad it’s just-” Will butted into your sentence with “It’s just your waters breaking Y/N.” whilst tightening his grip around your waist, hunched over the counter top. “yep, oohhhh, that’s definitely my waters.” you giggled back.  

By now Santiago is in full panic mode, rambling on “Shit, Shit. Okay. Okay, we can fix this we just got to grab the phone and call,” you interjected him again groaning deeply “NO AMBULANCE TILL FRANKIE GETS HERE” Will throws one hand in the air to waft Santi away and reassures you “Just breath Y/N, no hospitals and no ambulances. We got it. Just breath through it, yeah just like that.” Will seems to be the only sane person in the room guiding you through the pain of the contraction, after giggling at Santiago’s frantic musings he looks paler than a ghost, the colour draining from his face as you moan hoarsely in pain. When the contraction passes and the pain settles you laugh again at his reaction and he is dumbfounded “how the hell can you be laughing right now?” as he reaches for his phone to call Frankie again. After a couple seconds there’s an answer “Hermano how much longer please.”

“I’m going as fast as I can. Has anything changed, what’s going on?” Frankie inquires upon hearing your cackling in the background.  

“Oh, you know just me, Will and Y/N hanging out back here while she laughs about her waters breaking, nothing else. Yes, things have fucking changed! Hurry up Fish before she breaks my fucking hand – AHHHH Fuck!” Through his explanation to Frankie another contraction had rounded you causing your grip to tighten even more on his hand and his yelling matches your own through the pain. The noises ringing through the phone only spurring Frankie on, stepping his foot down on the gas to get there quicker. “I’m a couple blocks away, just hold on!” he answers.  

Santiago squeaks back jumping up and down in pain “Si comapdre, please hurry.”  

Breathing steadily and groaning, Will’s voice soothes you as the contraction fades, you take this moment to apologise “Will, I may have been lying when I said things were fine. I think I’ve been having contractions for the last hour, I only had slight pain to begin with. I didn’t think it was really happening at first” He rubs your back again and adds “I know, we knew Y/N, your poker face is terrible! We could tell you were in pain. Would you like to move positions?”

“Yes, take me to the sofa please.” he wastes no time with your request, letting go of Santi’s hand and placing it in his instead, he walks you over to the sofa, positioning yourself on your back to lay down and he is by your side still holding you, ordering Santi to grab towels, warm water and the phone.  

He praises you in the meantime, telling you that you're doing great and it's going well. When Pope comes back, he tells him quietly in his ear to call an ambulance as another contraction is building within you. Closing your eyes and bracing you say “another one is coming” grabbing Wills attention back to you for help. The contraction reaching its peak causes you to groan and yell again, much louder this time, so much so that you don't hear Frankie's wheels of his car screeching to a stop outside the house. He comes barrelling in through the door, Benny on his heels as you’re panting and trying to steady your breathing and when they stop before you at the sight of your red faced, sweaty and flustered state your choice of words with a smile are “surprise! Hey baby, thank God you’re here. I can push now, happy birthday Ben, sorry I'm crashing your party right now”

Will stands to let Frankie take over saying “You mean you weren't even pushing? What the hell Y/N.”

Santiago re appears now adding “see, I told you, stubborn she is, holding out for Frankie to get here”  

Frankie retorts whilst placing a warm hand towel to your forehead “Shut up, hermano! Are you okay bebita? I'm here now it's okay, the ambulance is on its way. Did you give them hell while I was gone, huh?” his voice is the only thing you can focus on, feeling a little tired now and worn out you only nod and pucker your lips to ask for a kiss and he complies meshing his with yours. It’s only brief for another contraction begins to build and the unmistakable sound of sirens can be heard nearing Benny’s home.  

Benny, the birthday man himself hasn’t moved or said a word since he entered now finally adds to the conversation grinning “so, how about a beer? Anyone?”  

Forty-five minutes later the guys sitting on the front porch are enlightened when they hear the soft cries from your baby echoing through the house and the happy revelations from Frankie “he’s beautiful, our beautiful baby boy is here. Well done Y/N, you did so well, my love. You did it. I love you so much.” the guys cheered on the front porch as the paramedics tended to you and the baby.  

Two days later you were back in your own home, sitting on the sofa in Frankie’s lap whilst you both watch in awe of your baby boy feeding. His small innocent face suckling in content and there’s no other place in this world Frankie would rather be.

#frankie morales #x female reader #catfish morales x you #hope you love it #Pearlyfics #fluff

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 292: You Say Jeans

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “well anyway here’s that Touya reveal I foreshadowed like a million years ago, viva la 2020.” Dabi was all “hello world, I’ve killed 30 people and today I’m going to explain to you all why” before he proceeded to explain ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but everyone was so distracted by his tale of child abuse and hero conspiracies that they didn’t much seem to notice. Can’t Ya See-Kun’s Shark Friend was all “IS THIS THE END OF HERO SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT”, and Horikoshi was all “STAY TUNED”, and then Dabi set himself on fire and leaped off of Machia’s back like the chaotic evil, I-just-bleached-all-my-brain-cells weird little fire man he is, ready to burn everyone to crispy bits before they could even react properly to his whole big revenge speech. Fortunately he did not succeed on account of THE RETURN OF THE JING, THE JOAT, BEST FUCKING JEANIST, back from the dead by popular demand in what critics are calling “the best fucking comeback since Jesus himself.”

Today on BnHA: Best Jeanist snatches up Machia and the rest of the League with his fiber steel cables before you can say “more like BEAST JEANIST amirite.” Dabi gets all worked up and lights Hadou on fire which is a real JERK MOVE, and is all “THIS RIGHT HERE IS ALSO ENDEAVOR’S FAULT”, which, NOT SUPER CONVINCED ON THAT, BUT OKAY. Anyway so then he burns up all the cables holding him which is crazeballs btw, and then he and Shouto start fighting, and so basically the whole thing is a literal hot mess and we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile Tomura wakes up and summons some Noumus, and poor Jeanist has to deal with those on top of the still-attempting-to-rampage Gigantomachia, and everyone else is all “we can’t help you on account of we’re all half dead”, and so it’s looking really bad. And then -- and I can’t stress enough how much I don’t even have the faintest idea how to segue into this next part -- the chapter ends with Mirio!?! just sort of POPPING UP OUT OF THE GROUND all, “SURPRISE, BITCH”, and it literally was so surprising that I am still just kind of speechless. WELL-PLAYED, I GUESS, lol wtf.

lol okay so the first page in the RHA scan is just the “three musketeers” movie promo image that we all already saw a few days ago. but it does confirm that (a) it is indeed a movie, and (b) that it’s set for a summer 2021 release! how exciting

okay so now back to our special Dabi edition of Making a Murderer

“ray of hope” oh hell yes. SAVE US MR. JEANIST

I guess he had a TV in his private hero jet or something?

gotta say, “dammit Dabi” does not even remotely sound like Authentic Best Jeanist Dialogue to me though. gonna need Caleb to see to this. well but what do you guys think? does Best Jeanist curse?? I personally feel like he’s one of those guys who NEVER EVER swears no matter what, except under the most hilariously trifling circumstances. like he’s eating an avocado one day and he accidentally stains the cuffs of his beloved jostume green and he’s all “FUCK”

btw how fucking rich is Best Jeanist though that he has his own fucking plane? the thought just suddenly occurred to me, you know? like even Endeavor, whose agency has its own on-site luxury apartment suites for all of his interns, still drives around in a dinky little car that Bakugou has declared to be too small. which, I guess we know why he felt that way now, seeing as the guy he previously interned with apparently gets around in Jeans Force One

anyway so back to the part where Jeanist shows up to save the day!! YEAH JEANIST WOOOOO

ILU JEANIST YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST!! HUGS AND KISSES!!!

lmao we just saw Gigantomachia take out like a hundred guys not ten chapters ago. and Best Jeanist shows up and takes him down in like two seconds. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES LEAGUE OF VILLAINS. BET YOU’RE WISHING YOU’D TAKEN HIS QUIRK NOW, AFO. GET FUCKED YOU OLD SPUD

KACCHAN IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM AWW

SIDE NOTE, IIDA, YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE WORDS LATER ABOUT YOU ACTUALLY AGREEING TO PUT HIM BACK DOWN. YOU DO UNDERSTAND THAT THIS CHILD IS STILL DRIPPING BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE FROM HIS MULTIPLE STAB WOUNDS, RIGHT? WAY TO ASSERT YOUR AUTHORITY THERE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE CLASS PRESIDENT NOT THE CLASS CLOWN, COME ON NOW

LMAO DABI IS FRANTICALLY TRYING TO DO THE PLOT MATH

SHOULDA CHECKED MORE CLOSELY MY GOOD MARK. LOOKS LIKE YOU MISSED THE “MADE IN CHINA” STICKER ON THE BOTTOM. YOU HAVE BEEN BAMBOOZLED. OR ACTUALLY, I GUESS THE MORE ACCURATE WORD HERE IS JAMBOOZLED, AHAHAHAHA. JEANS

HOLY SHIT DABI

I legit almost thought that was Tomura for a second. you two look so alike now with the white hair and the crazy eyes

meanwhile, Shouto is still crying and it’s a lot to take, you guys. lotta feels

ffff come on Jeanist you better do something awesome again here, the mood of the chapter is starting to slip now

YES, GOOD, THAT’LL WORK

WELL YOU TELL ME, SPINNER. I GUESS THAT MEANS BEST JEANIST IS OFFICIALLY THE STRONGEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES NOW. SORRY I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

ffff now Spinner is trying to wake Tomura back up. nah, how’s about we not do that

OH MY GOD HADOU YESSSS

MY GIRL OUT HERE WITH THE “NO THANK YOU” BOUT TO CURBSTOMP THE BIG BAD WITH HER QUIRK KSFHLKLK WHO HERE HAD “HADOU SAVES THE DAY” ON YOUR WAR ARC BINGO CARDS, YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!!

HEY!!!!

fucking son of a... fffkfkff... someone please reassure me that fire isn’t Hadou’s weakness. someone. anyone. also could someone please dial an ambulance and send them to Horikoshi’s house. but not just yet. first I’m gonna need you to wait about fifteen minutes or so while I take care of some things

well all right then, Dabi. so you wanna go on then and explain to us all how this, too, is somehow Endeavor’s fault?

oh I see, you’ve decided that since he’s responsible for “creating” you, everyone you hurt and kill is in truth really being hurt and killed by him! well now, that sure is convenient as fuck I guess

(ETA: that’s a nice effect with the panel sides getting all warped by Dabi’s quirk though, just noticed that.)

amazing how quickly you used up that sympathy card my guy. Shouto please kick his ass, I’m fucking done lol, you can all sort out the rest in therapy later

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DIAL BACK DEKU’S EMPATHY STATS JUST A LITTLE BIT, HOLY --

“TODOROKI-KUN IS HURT THE MOST”, HE SAYS, WITH HIS ARM BONES SHATTERED INTO LITTLE TOOTHPICK-SIZED PIECES. I MEAN, HE’S PROBABLY TALKING MORE ABOUT MENTAL ANGUISH GIVEN THE CONTEXT HERE, BUT STILL. THAT’S ENOUGH HEROICS FROM YOU ALREADY FOR ONE DAY

NOOO JEANIST

LOTS OF SMOKE IN THE AIR RIGHT ABOUT NOW AND MY BOY’S STILL DOWN A LUNG. GOD DAMMIT

“if the number one suffers a total loss here, this country will fall to pieces” well okay, real talk though, I think the “country falling to pieces” part is pretty much unavoidable at this juncture. you all are just gonna have to try your best to pick up those pieces after the fact and see what you can do with them. if I were you I’d be less worried about the number one’s reputation and more concerned with the half-dozen child soldier interns who are still on the field and very much at risk of being burned to death should you suffer that “total loss.” please try to keep it together here for them

OH FOR FUCK’S

I really thought RockLockRock was gonna come into play here. USE YOUR QUIRK TO LOCK THE ROPES IN PLACE YOU DIP!! if he seriously just sits there and does nothing when his quirk could be the deciding factor I am cancelling his useless ass cute kid or no cute kid shfkjdls

(ETA: is he even there?? did he and Manual just hightail it out of there?? “well good luck, children.”)

also, we’ll put this aside for now to perhaps speculate about later, but what’s with Tomura remembering his dad’s house yet again in that far right panel?? and being itchy again?? I still have yet to fully work out the psychological mechanisms at work as far as his itchiness goes, so I’ll admit this is intriguing to me. it seemed like it was connected to his decay quirk, but then why is it acting up again now. what is this lol

yuh oh

forgot about these guys. looks like these heroes aren’t having such a fun time

oh fucksticks

excuse me ma’am but I don’t like this. you do know that my kids are all there, right. all burnt and impaled and broken-boned and the like. well except for Iida. he’s fine still. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I FEEL LIKE WATCHING HIM GET TORN APART BY FOUR HIGH ENDS, WTF

HORIKOSHI YOU MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

god fucking... okay look. Horikoshi. you win, okay!? congratulations, you win, this is your show and we’re all just sitting here at your mercy. fine. go ahead and just kill off everyone ever, then!! what am I even gonna do about it. stop reading?? fuck

this whole thing really went from zero to fucked before I could even blink huh. I really thought this was gonna be a turning point chapter for the heroes. shows what I know I guess??

meanwhile this motherfucker is just SCREAMING

ngl, if I wasn’t currently terrified on account of things suddenly taking such a drastic turn for the worse, this would be the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Jeanist my man, I hype you up like it’s my job because you are the greatest fucking meme character in the history of time, but make no mistake, you are also highkey WORTH ALL THE HYPE AND THEN SOME

seriously, though. don’t fucking mind him you guys, he’s just standing here in the coolest pose of all time taking on Gigantomachia all alone with one fucking lung because the substance pumping through his veins is COLD-BLOODED LIQUID DENIM, and DENIM FEELS NO FEAR

Best Jeanist really needs to get his own theme song. -- oh my god I just finally thought of a title for this post. lmao and it’s the dumbest thing. omg

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKI BROS ARE OFF IN THEIR OWN DRAMATIC LITTLE FIRE WORLD

which one do you think is the Mario and which is the Luigi. well, but I mean, Dabi clearly thinks that he’s the Luigi though and that’s why he’s so mad. nobody wants to be Luigi. what a life

THAT’S IT, SHOUTO!! POINT OUT ALL OF HIS HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT, I WANT ANSWERS

JUST TO CLARIFY, IT’S THAT NATSU, NOT SOME OTHER NATSU!! SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!!

OH, WELL IN THAT CASE

BUT OF COURSE. THAT WOULD MAKE IT ALL WORTHWHILE, holy shit. okay I’m just gonna go ahead and say it, Dabi is a piece of work. I really thought this arc would make him more sympathetic at long last, but it seems like it’s doing just the opposite?? this is like an anti-redemption arc. I don’t relish the thought of venturing into the fandom tags once I finish reading this lol

(ETA: well folks, I’ve done it. and actually it was pretty interesting because there are apparently like ten different things that people are mad about, and so it’s like. each post is a new adventure lmao.)

so Shouto is all “BRUH HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT” and Dabi is all “YES”, basically? like, he says he’s completely lost his feeling for anything. omg. but you were so sweet. how does that even happen

“finally I can kill you” okay for real what the heck is your damage bro?? can we not. I like Shouto just the way he is, un-killed

oh shit and now the Noumus are here

cue Bakugou diving in to save his mentor, STAB WOUNDS BE DAMNED!! actually it would make more sense for it to be Iida, but if Kacchan is really fixin’ to go full Shounen Dumbass here then he might as well go all out, y’know

-- unless of course, Deku decides to activate another quirk??

“last I checked, the main character of this series was still me” OH? WELL I SUPPOSE THAT IS TRUE, SO PRAY TELL, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT LEFT UP YOUR SLEEVE YOU SUICIDAL BRUSSELS SPROUT

fucking love how he’s all “HAHAHA WITH MY NEW QUIRKS I CAN STILL DO STUPID SHIT EVEN WITH MY ARMS AND LEGS GROUND TO A FINE POWDER” btw. what can I say. Deku gonna Deku

FMMFHDKUHK W H A T

HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WHAT THE WHAT. QUE THE FUCK

(ETA: okay look, all the love in the world to the brave scanlators who take time out of their lives to translate the leaks every week just so we can read the chapter a couple of days early like the addicts we are. that said, translating Mirio’s signature “POWER!!” -- which was already written in English in the original scan -- to “POG-CHAMP” is just a whole new level of wtfuckery from them lmao. is the Lida person back at it again?? amazing.)

MIRIO!?!?! SHOWS UP TO SAVE THE DAY?!?! POGS HIMSELF UP OUT THE GROUND TO BEAT THE NOUMUS LIKE IT AIN’T NO THING. JUST LIKE WE ALL PREDICTED!? I’M SORRY, DID YOU NOT SEE THAT COMING?? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOUR DAILY HOROSCOPE FROM ASTROLOGY DOT COM DIDN’T HAVE THAT ONE IN THE CARDS?? WAS IT NOT OBVIOUS?? TODOROKIS PLUS BEST JEANIST EQUALS MIRIO??

hot damn. Tintin really saw the writing on the wall with the impending Dabi Discourse and was all “NOT SO FAST” lmao. “HERE’S A BRAND NEW THING FOR YOU ALL TO DISCOURSE ABOUT” MIRIO YOU WILD CHILD. YOU GLORIOUS THUG

MEANWHILE LET’S NOT FORGET WHAT MIRIO HAVING HIS POWERS BACK ACTUALLY IMPLIES. HOLY SHIT. SUDDENLY WE CUT BACK TO ALL MIGHT’S OFFICE, ALL THE WAY BACK AT UA. ERI BRANDISHES HER TOKOYAMI-GIFTED BUSTER SWORD, A DETERMINED GLEAM IN HER EYE. “I HEARD YOU WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC WITHOUT ME.” OH. MY. GOD

#bnha 292 #best jeanist #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #hadou nejire #toogata mirio #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[bluedesignwall]

We have had beautiful autumn weather this weekend. It was a beautiful morning for long run but after being kept awake by boy racers most of the night, it took me a bit to get going. There were lots of dogs with their humans on the beach today. Not so many in the forest though. I finally worked out a 10km run which was not too long or too short. I am struggling a bit with a sore knee. Probably should go to physio and get some help with it. Nothing I am doing seems to be helping. When I got back from my run Hubby was in the vege garden doing some weeding and digging his late spuds. They had nothing under them which was a shame. On my cool down wander around the flower garden I noticed my rescued chrysalis was empty, so pleased I took the time to tie it up in the sunshine.

#running #runblr #garman malfunction #waimari beach #beach run #forest run #run in the sun #garden #flower garden #monarch butterfly

[zemodaddy]

Shades of Him

Chapter 6

I just wanna say I’m sorry.

Warnings: violence, swearing, fluff

Word count:

Chapter 6

You follow the girl into a building which supposed to house Karli. She points to a doorway signalling that she’s just up ahead. “You got ten minutes, then we’re doing things my way” Walker pushes Zemo against a wall and handcuffs him to some kind of machinery. “Aggressive, but I get it” You try your best to ignore the urge to send Walker flying out of a window. “Go ahead Sam, we’ll stay here” you say.

You all wait in silence. Bucky and you blocking the doorway that Sam went through, Zemo restrained opposite you, Leemar was sat on a ledge and Walker kept on walking up and down. He was restless, he hated not being in control. A woman having dominance over him must irk him to the core. You smile to yourself. You look at Zemo to find him looking at you already. He tilted his head lightly, glanced at Walker, and grinned in amusement as if to say ‘what’s wrong with this guy’. You shake your head widening your smile.

Walker now walks up to Bucky and you, looking over your shoulders as if he could see through walls and see Sam. “No no no this is a bad idea” he states, walking away again. “Sit tight john it hasn’t been ten minutes yet” Bucky says calmly. “Don’t do that, don’t patronise me” what is with this dude. “He knows what he’s doing” you say. After a second Walker goes “I’m goin in”. You both stop him, yet he’s persistent. “Your partner needs back up in there, do you really want his blood on your hands?”

“Bucky really?” He had let Walker and his friend pass. Luckily you had snipped the keys to Zemos handcuffs from his pocket before he left. After discreetly tossing them to Zemo you follow Bucky after Walker. A commotion was already happening between him, Sam and Karli. Fuck. Karli looked betrayed by Sam and quickly started running for the nearest door. Bucky pushes past everyone and follows her.

“See what you did Johnny” you shout. He flings the shield at you to which you duck. He is really testing your patience. Before you could find the best way to take him out he had already disappeared after Karli. “That little git”. You run after him.

Arriving just in time, you find Zemo smashing some blue vials on the ground. Walker was taking a few swift steps towards him before lifting his shield to Zemos head. Correction, Steve’s shield. Before you could stop him he launches it. “What the hell, Walker” you rush over to Zemo who now lay on the floor. However, while examining his face for any serious damage you don’t notice Walker bending down and picking the one vial that wasn’t destroyed.

Luckily, Zemo wasn’t hurt, just knocked out. You move to Walker and as he turns around you punch him in the face. “You’re going to regret that” he says. You laugh “am I?” you summon flames into your hands, daring him to make his move. At the sight of your hands he seemed to back down a little. The others rush in. “What did we miss?”

“Somethings not right about Walker” Bucky walks into the main kitchen/lounge area. “Yeah he’s batshit crazy.” You say, earning a chuckle from Sam. Zemo was lying on one of the couches, with a wet flannel you had given him upon your return to his house on his face. “You shouldn’t have given him the shield” Bucky aims this statement at Sam. “I didn’t give him the shield.” “Well Steve definitely didn’t.” You were walking over to Zemo to check on his face when the front doors fly open. “Fucking hell”

“Alright that’s it let’s go, I’m ordering you to had him over.” Walker struts into your space. “That’s not going to happen”you say. Zemo gets up behind you and begins to walk to the outer edge of the room. “Shield or no shield the only think your running in here is your mouth” sam says. You follow Zemo and whisper “this can’t be good”. Seconds after you say this a loud thud noise sounds. A long spear had wedged itself before Walker into the wall. The Dora Milaje enter. “Release him to us now” Zemo seems to be in high demand today. “Hi, John Walker, captain America” the leader doesn’t say a word. “Well, uh let’s put down the pointy sticks” “you might want to fight Bucky before fighting the Dora milaje Johnny boo” you say. “Yeah well the Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here”. Now the woman speaks “the Dora milaje have jurisdiction wherever they find themselves to be”

A fight was to be expected. Walker gave them too little credit. “We should do something” Sam voices. “Looking strong John” Bucky shouts over the chaos. You pour yourself a drink while watching everyone fight. It didn’t seem fitting to I interrupt them just yet. Bucky and Sam had now got themselves involved meaning that they’d probably need back up soon. However you hadn’t notice Zemo slip into a bathroom and lock the doors behind him, you were too focused on wondering who to help.

You decide to aid Sam in his struggle against one of the Dora Milaje. She overpowered him way to easily. After some struggling both parties stopped fighting as the leader found that Zemo had left. Somehow Bucky’s arm had been removed and was lying on the floor. They soon left leaving you all of bit dishevelled. Walker looked as if he’d dropped his favourite toy in the toilet.

“I can’t believe he pulled an El chapo” the three of you were gazing at the uncovered hole in the bathroom which Zemo had escaped through. “I can” Bucky says. “Ill follow him, you guys focus on Karli” “no” they both say at the same time. “I can track him and make sure he is secured while you guys finish the mission” there was no other way and they both knew it. “Fine, but be careful.”

You waste no time in finding Zemo. However, instead of going underground, you follow the tracker Bucky had placed on him when he first escaped from prison. He had travelled far already. By the looks of the screen in front of you he was heading for Sokovia. He knew he was being tracked, yet used his one opportunity of freedom to visit his old home. You guess it was time to ask another favour from your old friend.

“Hey Sharon its me again.” You speak into your phone “Y/n? Is something wrong” “Zemo snuck out and I’m finding him now but he’s in the air” “Do you happen to have a plane I could borrow?” You hear Sharon sigh over the phone. “Head to your nearest airstrip, ill get one ready” “Thank you so much I owe you one Sharon” “The things I do for you three” you could hear the eye roll in her voice.

As promised, you find yourself on a jet plane, heading for Sokovia. You receive an alert on your phone. It read ‘Captain America brutally murders civilian’. “What” you knew he was insane but you certainly didn’t expect this. You quickly dial for Sam. “What happened?” You couldn’t get the words out quick enough. “We went to talk to Karli but Walker followed. Leemar got killed in action and he went mad” “Shit are you guys okay?” “Yeah, Karli got away though. Have you found Zemo?” “I’m nearly at his location” “Okay, we’ll meet you there” and he hung up.

The Dora Milaje must be searching for Zemo too, so you had to get to him first. Finally, the plane lands. You knew exactly where he would be, it was obvious, you didn’t have to check the tracker. The whole of the flight you thought over some options on how to get Zemo away from the Dora. Each time you came to the same conclusion. They would never stop searching for him, not until he breathes his last breath.

You find Zemo standing in front of the memorial that was built for the grieving friends and families after Ultron. You walk next to him. “I thought you’d be here sooner” he says. You ignore him and wrap your arms around his torso. Theres no other options you remind yourself. He places his arms around your shoulders. “I can’t believe you slipped away unnoticed like that” “That house has many secret escape systems, I just used that situation to my advantage” he certainly did. You part from him a little, creating enough space for you to lean into a kiss. “Sam and Bucky are on their way here, and so are the Dora” you press your forehead against his, both your hands leant against his chest. He looks down. You don’t have the strength to look into his eyes.

“We can leave, together, right now.” You stroke the back of his head. “I know”. “Will you come with me?” You sigh parting from him a little further. “Do you trust me, Helmut?” Tears begin to fill your eyes. It felt like a million knives were stabbing into your heart. You knew what you had to do but every inch of your body told you not do it. You hug him one last time and whisper “Close your eyes”. “Why are you cry-“ “Helmut please” you cut him off. The fight against yourself was hard enough already.

He does as you say. You press a kiss between his eyebrows and slowly move way from him. You walk 3 or 4 meters before turning to face Zemo. Reaching behind your back you pull out the cold, black weapon from your strap. You hesitate before pointing the barrel of the gun towards the man you had come to trust despite his past. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably as you place a finger on the trigger. A single tear slips down your cheek as you stand there, your arm raised. Time seems to slow, it didn’t feel real anymore.

Never had you imagined it would come to this but he left you no other choice. An aircraft flies over head; Sam and Bucky must have arrived. “Y/n what are you-“ Zemo was looking at you now. You have waited too long. His eyes widen when he realises what you wanted to do.

“I’m sorry” you pull the trigger.

@killsandthrills @aisling1985 @booklover2929 @noavengers @arianalilyblack @your-pixels-are-showing @kenna-1904 @mochminnie @the-lil-spud @starssscary @safiakillspop

#baron zemo #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo x you #daniel brühl #helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #marvel #mcu #sugar daddy zemo

[bettertomorrows-ao3]

Are You My Mother?

Ellie is frantic. Dina is amused. JJ has some questions.

JJ stays still in Ellie’s arms and his teeny voice is muffled when he says, “Max said you’re not my real mom so we’re not a real family and that you only fake love me.”

Tags: Post-Game, Family Fluff Rating: Teen for language

EllieDina Week // Day 4 // FAMILY

---

It’s almost sundown when Ellie gets a visitor at work.

Her office is a medium-sized shack located near the stables of the main gate, a perfect place to house all the paperwork she needs in order to facilitate her new role as the patrol manager. Ellie had originally argued with Maria that the chore didn’t even exist, that it seemed like a feeble arrangement to give her a task somewhat similar to what she was used to just so she could still feel useful around town.

Maria admitted to some truth to Ellie’s point, but she also insisted that she would love for Ellie to start learning to ropes of leading the town. There was a buried emphasis in her request that suggested Maria only trusted Ellie to be the one to succeed her role in the future. That Ellie was already deeply embedded in the tangled mess of a family the Miller brothers left them with—and implication was what led Ellie to accept the job on the spot.

Managing patrol rotations is not the laid-back kind of job Ellie thought it would be.

It’s far more stressful than what Maria initially described it would be, but it’s a task that keeps her on her toes on a daily basis. It was hard to believe it at first, but rescheduling patrol rotations sometimes felt like hugging an exploding bloater. Not to mention how balancing patrollers with the right partners oftentimes resembled the act of gathering sheep into a barn. One wrong move, and a stray could lead the pack in the wrong direction.

Jackson’s townsfolk always knew she would have the job in the future, anyway. There was a tacit understanding that regardless of the complications of their familial relations, Maria’s niece would one day take over the duty of leading Jackson. It was never a question of whether it would ever happen, but more of when Ellie would feel comfortable to take on these responsibilities.

It came as a surprise to those who personally knew her—that Ellie would start making her way up before she was even in her thirties. Most of them thought they would have to wrench a 100-year-old Ellie away from patrolling duties, so to have her willingly take a job inside Jackson’s walls was a bit unnerving.

The desk job isn’t as exciting, but it’s definitely enough work to keep her busy throughout the week. Her favourite part of the job was toward the end of the day. When her last task was to wait for the afternoon patrols to come back home, and she spent the time quietly drafting ways to adjust routes for possible expansions to the town. Nothing felt better than to wrap up a workday with a glint of hope for a better future for her son.

Ellie is knee deep in concentration, head down studying a map and ready to sketch out a new patrol route when a knock on the door breaks her focus. It’s Andres, Dina’s new apprentice at the electric shop, a gangly young man whose family recently moved to Jackson. His presence immediately makes Ellie panic. They’ve only met three times since Dina hired him, and their interactions have been cordial at best. So, what else could warrant his appearance at her office at the end of the day if it weren’t for something urgent?

“Hey, uh… Ellie. A-are you busy?” he croaks out, Ellie can tell he’s nervous, but what for she’s not sure yet.

“Andres, right?” she asks hoping to calm his nerves even though she knows exactly who he is, “what’s up?”

“D-dina sent me t-to tell you to please… go to her house as soon as pos-possible once you’re finished with work,” Andres stutters out, making Ellie all the more concerned.

Ellie stands up from her desk and promptly grabs her coat from the chair, “did something happen? Is she hurt? Is JJ okay?”

She tries to calm herself enough to hear a response from him. Whatever it was must have not been too terrible, because if something dire had indeed happened to her family, there is no way Maria would have sent this semi-stranger to send the news.

“Oh! I don’t—um…” the young man stutters and brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck, “she didn’t say. I’m just a messenger.”

With her jacket half worn on her back, Ellie looks down to the scattered papers on the desk and then to the clock on the wall. She only had 30 minutes left before the last patrol shift returned and reported back to her. Ellie was not one to ever leave her post early, but she was unfortunately not immune to whatever nervous energy Andres passed on to her.

The whole situation was terrifyingly curious, and she had to get to her family to find out what was happening. Ellie scribbles a note on a torn piece of paper, neatly folds it, and hands it to noticeably anxious Andres.

“Since you’re a messenger and all… can you quickly send this to Maria for me, please?”

**

Ellie tries not to sprint to Dina’s house. She doesn’t want to alarm anybody in town, so she ends up speed walking instead. In hindsight, sprinting would have probably looked way less ridiculous than the quick shimmy her hips do when she makes herself walk fast.

The thought comes too late. Dina’s house is already in view when she decides to run the rest of the way.

Ellie pauses on the porch to catch her breath. She knocks on the door twice before she curses to herself. Why is she knocking when she has a key to the door? Ellie digs in her pockets for the familiar shape of the metal when the door swings wide open.

“Did you forget your key again?”

Ellie looks up and releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Dina is leaning on the door frame with a smirk on her face. She looks perfect as ever and all Ellie can’t stop herself from hugging her right away. Relief floods her senses when she feels Dina reciprocate, her arms wrapping tightly around Ellie’s waist.

“Are you fine? Like, you’re not hurt?” Ellie whispers into her ear.

“Yes? Is this a trick question? Why?” Dina is puzzled by Ellie’s panic-stricken face and leads them into the house.

“Andres said I had to come home, and he was all nervous and twitchy, so I freaked out and kind of ran here,” Ellie admits before adding, “wait, what about JJ? Is he safe too?”

Dina eyes Ellie as if gauging to see if she was being pranked. When she realizes that Ellie was serious, she laughs and gives Ellie a quick peck on the lips.

“JJ’s upstairs doing homework, but babe, you do know Andres has a speech impediment, right? Like, it’s a medical condition, it doesn’t mean he’s actually nervous,” Dina chuckles when Ellie finally realizes that there was actually nothing to worry about.

“A speech impediment? You mean to say I got nervous for nothing?” Ellie takes a step back to shrug her jacket off her shoulders.

“Mhm,” Dina agrees, and takes Ellie’s jacket to hang on the coat rack by the door.

“So, what was so urgent you sent you lackey out to fetch me?” Ellie tilts her head to the side, still so apparently confused by everything.

“Well… your son—” Dina starts but Ellie interrupts her.

“Oh no. What did he do?”

Dina points up to the stairs, “your son picked a fight at school today.”

Ellie’s eyes bulge out in amazement, “Potato picked a fight? But… he’s only five years old!”

“That’s what I thought!” Dina shrugs, “but then I remembered who his parents are and then I realized that the apple really didn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Holy fuck, you didn’t not just say that,” Ellie laughs.

“I literally just sounded like my mother,” Dina groans.

“Seriously, though,” Ellie asks, treading carefully but not without a smirk on her lips, “why did he get in a fight in the first place? Because questionable parents aside, he’s practically an angel!”

Dina sighs and leans forward letting Ellie hold her once again, “he said he doesn’t want to talk about it. Only that he wants to ask you something important.”

Ellie glances up toward the stairs wondering what their son could possibly want to ask her. She wonders what kind of demon would have likely possessed their sweet little spud to attack another student at school. The worst part is not even knowing how to explain to their son about not resorting to violence when the world they lived in required such actions to survive.

Despite the severity of the situation, Ellie couldn’t help but to joke, “if he wants to learn how to punch better, he’s asking for the wrong mom.”

The comment earns Ellie a light jab to the chest from Dina.

“Oof. Way to prove my point, babe.” Ellie shakes her head and grabs Dina’s hand to lead them upstairs to JJ’s room.

They share a look understanding that whatever JJ wanted to talk to Ellie about, they all had to do it as a family.

**

Ellie enters JJ’s room first. They find him slumped and sitting cross-legged on his big boy bed. Ollie is on his lap, and they seemed to have interrupted a silent conversation between JJ and his beloved toy. Ellie slowly makes her way to sit on the edge of the bed leaving Dina behind to lean on the doorframe. Their family was complete, but they still wished to respect JJ’s request to only talk to Ellie.

“Hey, bud. I heard what happened at school today. Wanna tell me about it?”

JJ sinks further into his bed and fiddles with Ollie in his hands. He hesitantly looks up and whispers, “do you love me?”

The question baffles Ellie and feels her heart breaking at sound of doubt in her son’s voice. She is more than a little concerned that her son somehow thinks there is a universe in which she could possibly stop loving him. She immediately scoots closer to him and wraps him tightly in her arms.

“Of course, I do, Spud. What makes you think I don’t?” Ellie eyes Dina by the door making a speechless plea for some comfort on her part. Dina only nods her head, assuring her that she is doing all right.

JJ stays still in Ellie’s arms and his teeny voice is muffled when he says, “Max said you’re not my real mom so we’re not a real family and that you only fake love me.”

“What? Who the fuck is Max?” Ellie growls making JJ flinch under her grasp.

Ellie has a sudden urge to hunt down this Max to teach a lesson about not meddling in other people’s business. Dina loudly clears her throat as if to remind Ellie that she is veering off track. Ellie has to remind herself that children can be unconsciously callous and that whoever this kid was probably didn’t mean any harm, and most likely doesn’t know any better.

“Are you angry with me?” JJ asks her and slithers out of her arms.

Ellie is reluctant to let him go and only does when Dina approaches them to sit next to her.

“Mom is not angry with you, Tater,” Dina speaks up, “she has her thinking face on.”

JJ pokes Ellie on the cheek as testing to see if his mom would notice. Ellie fails to hide the smile that emerges on her face. She kisses JJ on the head and comes up with a way to explain the dynamics of their family to a five-year-old.

“Do you remember the book I read to you the other night about the lost bird asking the dog if she’s his mother?” he nods and she continues, “well, our family is kind of like that. You have momma, and you have me. And just because we don’t look alike, it doesn’t mean that I’m any less your mom than momma is to you. Do you understand?”

The truth is that the allusion to the old story isn’t quite fitting to their situation, but Ellie hopes that it is basic enough for their little boy to understand the way their family works.

“You’re the dog and me and momma are birds, and you love us anyway?” he asks so innocently she and Dina can’t help but to laugh.

“I love you always no matter what other people say, Spud,” Ellie reassures him, and she is relieved to see him accepting her explanation, “we’re our own little family and I will always be your mom, even when you don’t see me.”

“What about momma? Do you love momma too?”

Dina tilts her head at Ellie, mimicking the hopeful look in their son’s eyes.

“Your momma owns my heart, Tater.”

Ellie feels Dina’s hand grasp one of hers, their fingers intertwined. JJ sees the contact, jumps on them, and nuzzles his little head in between theirs. The moment was so tender they almost forgot what had started the discussion in the first place.

Until JJ spoke again, “if we’re always a family, how come you don’t live with us?”

And damn, their son really did have some hard-hitting questions that night.

#elliedina week #ellie x dina #fanfiction #better late than never eh? #super late but heck why not

[kayzume]

Paring: Atsumu x f!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack

wc: 1039

Beta: @muffinmots @deathcab4daddy kith

Note: Soft Atsumu to thank you all 118 babies, who actually find my stuff amusing...i love you all😘

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“Wtf Miya” Omi screeched giving Atsumu the nastiest glare he can muster.

(Earlier)

“It’s just the team and the staff today, spud” you looked at Atsumu weird.

“Who are you calling spud?? What am I a potato?!?” your raised voice echoing through the halls. He smiles at you sheepishly and gives you a chaste kiss to calm you down, which unsurprisingly worked.

“Let’s just get in potato wife, everyone’s waiting” he cheekily told you with his annoying teasing tone.

“I’m fine with spud, don’t call me potato wife” glaring at his now laughing figure.

You both get inside the main gym area where everyone, well—the athletes— were training and stretching. The staff was either running around to get stuff done or watching the boys for any potential problems. Be it something that they need to do or something that they’ve already done, that is now causing a problem. Just like when Bokuto and Hinata kept bouncing on some volleyballs that they actually popped.

”Your himbo friends popped the volleyball” you tugged on Atsumu while pointing at Bokuto and Hinata who were now getting scolded by the Meian.

“I bet if I wasn’t here with you and you arrived early you’d be the third himbo getting scolded right now,” you said, trying your best to suppress the chuckles that want to rumble out of your throat. Atsumu slapped your arm lightly.

“I’m not a himbo!” He whispered pouting,

“But you are” you finally chuckled looking at his dumb expression. Feeling a bit bad you kissed his cheek and asked him to help you settle down.

You watched Atsumu make his way to the team to greet them. He was chatting them up when he suddenly pointed at you. The coaches and managers nodded their heads to whatever he was saying. After a couple of hours you start to feel restless and bored out of your mind. The managers announced that the team will have their lunch in 5 minutes. Atsumu jogged up to where you were sitting.

“You’re bored,” he flatly announced once he was in front of you.

“What makes you think that?” you quirked up an eyebrow. Not that he was wrong, you just want to know how he came to such a conclusion.

“You’ve been fidgeting in your seat for at least an hour now. You looked like you needed to pee or something. Your face was scrunched up like this spud” he said, making up the ugliest face you have ever seen.

“Eww, what kind of face is that?” you fake gagged. Him making you laugh made you feel a little bit better, but you didn’t think it was enough. And to satiate your hunger for some entertainment you asked him scoot down so you can tell him something fun

“What?! baby spud wha—“ you cut him off on his overreaction on your little request.

“Oh come on ‘Tsumu, it’ll be funny.” You poked him snickering.

“Funny for you, take a good look at him. He’ll murder me before I can even come close!!” He replied, waving his hands in exaggeration.

“Please?” you asked him, pouting. He suddenly raised his voice that it startled you. Sniff sniff. He looked at your now crouching body, your lips pouty and quivering. Atsumu knew that you were about to cry, damn pregnant hormones.

“Alright, alright hush now...I’ll do your little show” Atsumu gulped thickly. However weird and disgusting this is, he’d rather do it than see you cry. He slowly made his way in front of Sakusa praying to all the gods up there to guide him to whatever stupidity his wife asked him to do this time. Normally he wouldn’t care much and just do whatever she asked, but those only include him and not other people, especially Sakusa who...hates being touched.

“I’m so sorry for this Omi-kun” he looked at him with his most sincere apologetic expression.

“For what?” Sakusa asked, worry and confusion mixing in his beautiful face.

Atsumu quickly pulled Sakusa’s face mask and gave him a quick smooch on the lips. Everyone was shocked still. Hinata’s lunch fell on the floor and Bokuto’s mouth was hanging wide open, everyone else stared at the two waiting for what Sakusa will do.

Sakusa paled unbelievably white, when his senses came back to him he hastily wiped his lips clean of Atsumu’s germs. Sakusa lunged forward to smack Atsumu to which the latter evaded and ran to you in record speed. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Help me, spud.” He looks so terrified of an incoming Sakusa Kiyoomi who was fuming in anger. His face was scrunched up in utter annoyance and disgust.

“Wtf Miya, what is wrong with you?!” Omi screeched giving Atsumu the nastiest glare he can muster.

You were standing in between your scared husband who was hiding behind you and an infuriated Omi. You couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh and that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s all my bad,” you said continuously chuckling. “I asked Atsumu to give Sakusa-san a peck, I didn’t think he’d give him one on the lips”

Sakusa gave you a confused look.“Why would you ask him to do something so disgusting?” he asked you,

“For entertainment of course,” you answered in a matter-of-fact tone. Sakusa sighed in defeat, reminding you to never involve him in anything as stupid as that ever again.

“Do that to anyone else, but not me. I’ll forgive you this once since you’re heavily pregnant...and congrats on the baby”

“Thank you Sakusa-san.” You both shared a smile that Atsumu noticed. He cleared his throat rather loudly. By this time the team continued on eating their lunch, snickers here and there about your little show.

“Don’t smile at him like that, I’m right here ya know.” He pouted at you.

“Yeah yeah, stop being jealous you big baby” You gave him a sweet kiss, “Atsumu, thank you for doing all of my shit shows..you’re the best! I love you.” You told him caressing his face. He held your face and kissed your cheeks, your forehead, and finally your lips. He gave you the sweetest smile, chanting,

“I love you too.”

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Imagine being a little fairy and running into Louis Cyphre.

It's a day like any other in the garden: the ants are marching out to find some crumbs, the flowers are slowly opening all around you waiting for the bumble bees to come by, and you're hanging out with your snail friend who you call Spud. You call him that because the first time you saw him, he was munching on a potato. It's been you and him ever since then. Spud doesn't talk much... Well, ever, actually, but he did turn at least one of his eye stalks to the man strolling through the garden.

Immediately, excitement overtakes you and you fly up to see the man at eye level. You could sense he wasn't a normal man, but instead was magical like you!! You buzz around his head getting a good look at his long hair, beard, and suit with a tie (weird choice for a stroll through nature)...

"Stop that!" the man complains about your zipping around. You land on the lapel of his suit jacket and look up at him. He gives you a dissatisfied look and BAM!

You feel the back of his long fingernail peg you in the side, and you quickly hit the ground. He flicked you!!!

You go to get up and buzz towards him to teach the man a lesson, but when you try to fly, your wings fail you. One of them is badly bent out of shape...

You're devastated, how are you supposed to fly now?

The mysterious man made a move to leave you there, but something must've made him have a change of heart, because he walks over to you and gently scoops you up. You couldn't help but be nervous that he would hurt you again.

"Oh? A cute little fairy..." His face had an unreadable grin, "I think I'll keep you all for myself!"

• • •

The next thing you know, you wake up and everything is distorted around you... Your wing is fixed and you feel fine but everything looks weird. *Clink!* As you walks around trying to make sense of this, you bump right into a clear wall. You look up and see a small bottle neck and a cork. You're in a bottle!!!!!! This silly man put you a bottle!!!! Boy did you want to give this guy a knuckle sandwich, if only you were big enough...

Soon enough, you see his face appear through the glass, as he examines your tiny body. The moment he pops the cork off of your bottle, you zoom out of there, whizzing around his face in a little fairy flurry! Your wing didn't work as well as it used to, maybe it needs more time to heal, but it didn't stop you in this moment.

"Ah, ah! Watch out, little one. This is what got you hurt in the first place," he warns.

He had a point.... plus your wing still kind of hurts so you float down to the desk your bottle sits on to stand before him. You cross your arms and make a grumpy face at him.

He chuckles lowly, taking a seat in front of you, "Are you mad, my dear?"

You huff at him and point to the bottle.

"Oh? You didn't like your little home?" he asks.

You shake your head no, crossing your arms again and stamping your foot!

"Well alright then," he laughs, "where would you have me keep you?"

You look around, surveying the room... It's a fancy bedroom, decked out in marble and black silk. Your finger extends out towards the large bed, across the room.

"My bed? You want to stay in my bed?" He looks at the bed and back at you, before he leans in close and whispers, "Don't you think I should at least know your name before I let you sleep with me?"

You blush at his remark... Was he hitting on you?

"Why don't you tell me your name, little one? Then I'll tell you mine."

You climb up his arm and shoulder, putting your face fight up to the shell of his ear so he can hear you, "(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N), huh? Cute name for a cute little thing like yourself," he says, picking you up on his fingers; you let your feet swing back and forth as you sit in his index finger

"My name is Louis Cyphre..." he tells you.

The name hits you like a ton of bricks. This is a very bad man!!

"Yeah, you know that name, don't you?" he starts as you tremble with fear, "Don't worry... I won't hurt you... Again."

He chuckles light-heartedly and hovers a finger from his other hand in front of you; you gently reach out, holding his finger tip in your hands. Louis finds you completely fascinating; he hadn't met many fairies before, and none as spunky as you! It made his cold heart melt. And this little act of playfulness from Louis makes you less afraid of him.

He stands up and carries you across the room. At first you're confused, but then he sets you gently on the bed, right in front of one of the large pillows.

"Make yourself cozy, little one; you've gotta rest to heal up that wing," Louis coos to you.

You wiggle under the huge blankets and lean back on the pillow that is way too big for you. Louis taps a fingernail gently on your head, putting you back under his sleep spell.

As you healed over the next few weeks, you spent a lot of time with Louis

You didn't want to just sit in his bedroom all the time, so you demanded that he take you places while he's doing whatever it is the Devil does

You typically sit on his shoulder or if you need to be more concealed or simply don't want to see what's happening, you crawl into the chest pocket on his suit jacket

He even takes to wearing pajama shirts with a chest pocket for you

It's much warmer sleeping against his chest

You eventually grow to like each other a lot, despite being so different

He gets to know you better when you're sitting on his shoulder whispering in his ear; he thinks your tiny voice is adorable

There's this thing you love to do, and it annoys Louis but in the cutest way possible: you love to fly around just above his head shimmering fairy dust all over his head and shoulders, and you love the funny little glare he gives you as he blows glittery dust from his beard

You like to follow it up with many kisses to the cheek to soothe his annoyance with you

Truthfully he finds it endearing that you would sprinkle your pixie dust on him

The first time you pulled the pin from his hair, the one that keeps his bun in place, he was quite upset with you... until he saw the way you nuzzled into his hair

You noticed he wore it down a lot more after that

"My sweet, you must know how I love spending time with you," Louis starts one day, "but the fact is that your wing is healed... And I can't keep a sweet thing like you here in such a bad place."

A forlorn look comes to your face, and he can see the redness forming around your eyes.

"No, please don't cry! You're much too small for me to wipe your tears," he gently strokes your hair with a couple of his fingers, "I'll come visit you, of course."

You crawl up to his ear and say so quietly, "I love you, Louis."

• • •

When he takes you home to your little garden, you can't help but buzz around happily, having missed your home. Louis sits quietly in the grass, enjoying some time with you before he has to go.

As you zip through the flowers and blades of grass, you realize that while home is nice, everything is better with Louis around. An idea forms in your head and you immediately zoom away in search of your best friend.

When you fly over to Louis with a large snail in tow, he holds out his hand and curiously asks, "Who's this?"

As your snail friend slowly makes little slime trails on his hand, you whisper your idea into Louis's ear.

"Spud?" The large man giggles upon hearing your snail's name, "You and Spud want to come stay with me? What about your little garden here?"

You whipser in his ear some more.

"You want me to make you a garden in Hell? Just for you and Spud?"

"And you, if you wanna hang out with us..." you finish divulging your plan to him.

Even Lucifer himself couldn't resist your cute little charm, and he quickly folded, giving you anything you could ask for.

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