#plus i just don’t wanna do any thing but nap

[clownwritesfanfic]

I Could Be A Good Mother, and I Wanna Be Your Wife

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Class 1A is given the surprise task of caring for baby dolls. Everyone is randomly paired up in two’s, and it’s just your luck that you get your crush as a partner.

Warnings: Bakugou may be a little ooc but I don’t care

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 6,512

Disclaimer: Reader is kept as diverse as possible but wears a skirt, uses the girls locker room, has long enough hair to run fingers through, calls herself ‘mother’, being able to birth a child, and was originally written with a fem aligned person in mind. This is safe for poc, and plus size readers. The majority of the fic is also safe for trans women readers but the bonus at the end is not. (Y/N) is used only once.

Important info before you read‼️

This fic was written originally with an OC of mine in mind, however, most people don’t read Canon x OC and while I normally wouldn’t care and wrote one anyway, I am very proud of this and want as many people to read it as possible and hopefully enjoy it. So with that in mind, I took out any describing factors and her name but I did keep some of her backstory and her quirk. If that bothers you, you can move on but I hope you read it anyway because I’m very proud of this.

Also, there is another OC of mine in this story, Usagi. She’s not integral to the plot and has no speaking roles. I had to add her to keep the class even, otherwise someone would’ve been a single parent.

Any feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Title is inspired by ‘not a lot, just forever’ by Adrianna Lenker but the fic is unrelated.

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It was a Monday, a few weeks after the majority of Class 1A got their provisional hero licenses when Midnight and Recovery Girl entered the classroom. Aizawa had taken it upon himself to snuggle up in his yellow sleeping bag and take a nap after introducing the two women, leaving them to explain what today’s class is.

The students expected Midnight, considering she had taught a few of their classes before, but there were murmurs of why the school nurse was there.

“Listen up boys and girls! We have a very special and unique class for today!” Midnight announced as she raised her hand in the air, her leather whip clutched in her hand, catching the attention of everyone (who was awake) in the room.

“Today isn’t about hero work or everyday schoolwork. This lesson is special, it will help you all later in your lives if you choose this path. The path being….PARENTHOOD!” She exclaimed while striking an enthusiastic pose.

“Wait, what?!” “Seriously?” “What do you mean?!” A series of voices could be heard throughout the classroom.

“Settle down!” Midnight got the attention of the students. “This lesson is the most important lesson anyone can learn. Whether you want to become a parent or not, learning how to care for babies and children is a vital and selfless aspect of life.”

There were a couple hushed protests among the class but Recovery Girl talked over them. “You will have one week to care for these babies.” She explained as she pulled out eleven baby dolls of various genders and races. “These dolls are specially made for things like this. These babies will cry, make noises, “sleep”, “eat”, and soil its diaper like a real baby. They’re also able to record and grade you based on how quickly you can figure out and resolve its problem. And be careful what you say around it and how you say things. They can detect anger and verbal abuse which will drastically affect your score. Now…any questions?”

A bunch of hands were instantly raised. But that didn’t matter since Bakugou stood up and slammed his hands onto his desk and yelled. “WHAT THE HELL DO WE HAVE TO RAISE SOME DUMB BABIES FOR?! THIS IS THE HERO COURSE NOT A NURSEY COURSE!”

“Sit down.” Midnight said sternly. She took over the conversation. “While this lesson isn’t exactly meant to play into your hero work, this knowledge can be beneficial out in the field. For example, in some rescue operations, it can take hours for a child to be reunited with their family. Most of the time, medics will take the child and work with police to try and reunite them with their parents, but there are times where a hero must step in and care for and comfort the child. With older children around three to five years old, they’re easier to calm down. You can talk to them and explain the situation and reassure them. But babies and younger children are harder to console in high stress situations. If you learn these things now, you won’t be stressed if you ever get caught in a situation where you’re in charge of a small child. A lot of heroes are inexperienced with child care unless they are a parent themselves or have young family members. Think of this as getting ahead of a problem before it even starts. Make sense?”

Bakugou grumbled and sat back down.

“Eeeee This is going to be fun! We get to take care of cute babies!” Ashido squealed.

“I don’t think it will be that fun, Mina. Babies are a lot of hard work and dedication.” Asui chimed in, a finger lifted up to her lips. She had two younger siblings, so she knew a thing or two about raising kids.

“Correct you are, child.” Recovery Girl said. “The infant stage is one of the toughest stages of child rearing since they can’t communicate their needs and wants with words. It’s a lot of guessing and paying attention to their body language. However, these dolls do not move so you will have to rely on audio cues to guess what the child needs.”

Midnight spoke up. “You will be split up into groups of two all determined by a random draw. Because there are more boys than girls in this class, some of you will end up in a same sex partnership. You do not have to act as a real couple so don’t freak out if you’re partnered with someone you don’t have romantic feelings for. What’s important is teamwork on taking care of the baby. You are in charge of the child for the rest of this week, including the weekend. You may chose to either take turns or to split responsibility evenly. You will be given all the supplies you will need, if you end up needing more, Recovery Girl will help you. At the end of the week you will return the dolls and we will tally up the scores and see which couple has the lowest score. The lowest score is the winner since each mistake is marked based on how severe of a mistake it was. The higher the score, the worse you did. Any more questions?”

Iida quickly raised his hand. Midnight gestured for him to speak. He stood up and loudly asked “If we are to have the baby all day for the rest of the week, what do we do with it while training? You can’t expect us to take the baby with us! That’s highly dangerous and immoral and I would expect better from such a prestigious school!”

“Yes, you’re right. We don’t expect you to keep the doll with you while training. That’s why each of you will have to figure something out. One of you will have to sit out of training unless you can find a better option. Leaving the child in your dorm and hoping for the best is not an option and neither is bringing it to training and leaving it off to the side. It’s like real life. One of the parents has to stay home and care for the child. Sometimes they will get a babysitter but that is not an option for you since the scores need to come from you and your partner only for you to pass. If you really want to train that day, you’ll either have to talk it through with your partner, or train later in the day during your free time.” Midnight answered.

“Thank you very much for clearing this up.” Iida said, bowing deeply before taking his seat.

Midnight clapped her hands. “Alright! With everything out of the way, let’s draw for your partners.” She held up a blue plastic box. “In this box is twenty-two coloured tokens. There are eleven pairs. Each one of you will reach into this box and pull out one token, when everyone has a token, you will be given time to find the person with the same colour token. They will be your partner for the rest of the week. You may not switch partners. Each colour is already assigned to a baby as well, so you don’t get to chose that either.” As she finished explaining she walked around the room letting everyone reach in and pull out a token. When the box was empty she returned to the front and allowed the class to find their partners.

Midoriya and Uraraka had the yellow tokens, Shouji and Asui had the purple tokens, Mina and Kirishima had the red tokens, Kaminari and Jirou had the orange tokens, Hagakure and Yayorozu had the light blue tokens, Sero and Mineta had the black tokens, Usagi and Tokoyami had the dark blue tokens, Todoroki and Ojiro had the pink tokens, Iida and Aoyama had the green tokens, and Satou and Kouda had the white tokens.

You looked down at your brown coloured token and looked back up to scan the room. All your classmates were already paired up and either happily talking about how it would be to raise a baby together or complaining about their partner. You could faintly hear Mineta crying about not being paired up with a girl. You look across the room at Bakugou who was still sat at his desk, glaring at his token.

Upon closer look, you could see that it was the same colour as yours. You sighed, already accepting that you’ll basically be a single parent as you can’t imagine he’d want anything to do with this. You reluctantly stood up and made your way across the classroom to him.

“Um…hey. Looks like we have the same colour. Guess we’re partners for the week.” You said, gently.

“I can fucking see that. I’m not blind, dumbass.” He retorted.

Ah, it seems he’s decided to take on the verbally abusive and absent father route already. You’ll have to do your best to make sure you get a low enough score. You’ve never taken care of a baby before. You had baby dolls as a kid but they’ve never graded you before. This was a whole new challenge and you could feel the anxiety pooling in your stomach.

“Right…well. We should talk about how we want to do this.” You started. “I think we should take turns each day. I could take it today and you take it tomorrow and repeat. I know you probably don’t want to skip a day of training so I can take it during training even on your days. There’s not much really for me to train anyway so I can afford to lose a week of it.” You let out a weak laugh.

Bakugou growled. “Do whatever you want but don’t be stupid. You can train on the days I have it. Don’t stop your training over some dumb doll.”

“But…you would be stopping yours if you-“ You get cut off by the blonde.

“I’m already the best in this whole class! Missing a few days of training isn’t going to do anything. Besides, you’re weak and you need to be at your strongest so I can beat you and prove that I’m the best in this entire school!” He yelled. You think that was a compliment albeit he put it weirdly.

“Ha…yeah…okay.” You replied. Just then the bell rang and everyone started to put their stuff away. You went over to your desk to do the same.

“Please return your tokens to the box! And before you leave, pick up your baby with the matching colour onesie and the bag of necessities. You have the rest of the day to yourselves.” Said Midnight.

You slung your bag onto your back and walked to the front of the room and dropped your token back into the box. You waited for your classmates to fizzle out a bit so you could get your baby. The dolls were all lined up in car seats. You found the one wearing a brown onesie, a girl with blonde hair. You chuckled to yourself at the resemblance to your partner.

You grabbed the handle of the car seat and went to grab the big duffel bag next to it when someone grabbed it before you. You look over to see Bakugou standing over you, glaring off to the side.

“Move it.” He gruffed out as he slung the bag over his shoulder.

You left the classroom with Bakugou trailing behind you, still scowling. You turn around and start walking backwards to face him and hold out the car seat so he could see the doll nestled inside.

“Look. She looks like you.” You giggled. He glanced down at the blonde doll and huffed.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot.” He grumbled. You rolled your eyes and turned back around and followed your classmates to the dorms.

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Back in the dorms, everyone was changed out of their school uniforms and gathered in the common room with their new kids. Everyone of course…except for Bakugou, who very grumpily went to his room after dropping the bag of things off at your room.

You had went through the bag and found loads of diapers, clothing, a carrier that strapped to your chest, bottles, a pacifier, and some baby toys. You weren’t exactly sure why you would need toys, considering the baby isn’t actually real, but you guessed you’d find out the reason sooner or later.

You decided to change her out of her boring brown onesie so you picked out a cute outfit from the ones provided. You undid the buckles holding the baby in the car seat (why it came in a car seat when you don’t even know how to drive a car, you will not know) and gently and carefully lifted the little girl out of the seat, making sure to support her head.

As you laid her on the ground and started to undress her, she started making cooing noises.

“Oh! Hello….you must be awake now I guess.” You spoke to the baby as she cooed in reply. “Ha…I guess you are kinda cute.” You felt as if you were talking to yourself.

When your new daughter was dressed, you decided to go to the common room since you thought everyone would be there, and right you were. As you went down the hallway you could hear the excited chatter of your classmates getting louder. When you were in sight, Mina noticed you and waved you over.

“Hey! Come over here! We’re all showing off our babies!” She excitedly exclaimed. As you walked over, Kirishima stood up from his spot beside Mina and offered the space to you. You thanked him as you sat down and readjusted your baby in your arms.

“Course! What kinda man would I be if I didn’t offer a seat to a lady with a baby!” He replied. Ever so chivalrous, he is.

“Ha! That rhymed.” Kaminari pointed out.

“Awww you got a girl? How lucky!” Mina squealed. “Kirishima and I got a boy. We named him Kenji.” You looked down at her lap where the doll was laid on its back.

“You named it?” You asked.

“Well yeah! We can’t just keep calling him “it” and “the baby”.” She explained as if it was obvious.

Iida then chimed in, his baby tucked securely in one of his arms. “Yes, I suppose it would be beneficial to name the child. This is supposed to be taken seriously and we can not leave a child unnamed!”

There were murmurs of agreement throughout the room as everyone talked with their partners on what they should name their baby. You looked down to the small blonde doll in your arms that let out another coo and softly smiled.

“Riki…” You thought to yourself. “I’ll call you Riki.”

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“Riki?” Bakugou gawked. “You gave it a name?”

Bakugou was helping with making dinner, well, it was more like he forced everyone to let him do most of it because “no one was doing it right”. You were stood out of the way but within talking distance, your newly named baby in one arm and holding a bottle up to her mouth as she “ate”.

“First off, she’s a she not an “it”. Secondly, everyone in the class named their baby. We have to take this seriously and I’m not going to call her an “it” the whole week. Besides…I thought Riki would be a good name. It means “strong”….and since she kinda looks like you, I figured you’d want your kid to be strong like you so…” You trailed off looking down at the doll in your arms. “We can change it though if you really don’t like it.”

Bakugou huffs. “No…call it-…..call her whatever you want.” He continues to cook in silence. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks. You smile softly at him. Maybe you won’t have to do this alone after all.

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The first day goes by smoothly. You had a bit of a learning curve with changing the diaper but you managed after help from Yayorozu. Who knew she’d be so good at something like that?

You had just settled down into bed after putting Riki to “sleep” and were scrolling on your phone. It was about 10pm, most people were still awake but you knew the person you wanted to talk to most more than likely wasn’t. He went to bed at 8:30pm every night, even on weekends.

You stared at your screen open on Bakugou’s blank private messages page. UA made an app for the students to contact each other and teachers with. It worked like a regular texting app, every class had their own group chat and you could private message each other, even students from other classes. All of them were accessible to staff if needed though.

You didn’t know if you should even bother asking him if he’s still going to take Riki tomorrow. Plus you didn’t want to wake him up. You were about to turn your phone off when you got a message from Mina. You open up her message and see a picture of Kirishima with his hair down, asleep on one of the couches in the common room with their baby on his chest. You laughed quietly to yourself and responded with a cute reaction meme. You thought they would make an interesting pair for this project.

You turned off your phone and plugged it in to charge and set it on your bedside table. You got comfortable in bed and closed your eyes. It would take you a while to fall asleep so you started to let your mind wander. You realized that tomorrow Bakugou will miss out on training if he takes the baby. He already told you earlier today in class not to worry about it and to focus on your own training…but you genuinely couldn’t think on how training would benefit you.

Your quirk has always been more of a supporting quirk rather than one that could do well in a fight one on one. Your quirk is called Cheer, by speaking words of encouragement to someone, you can make your target stronger both physically and emotionally. The reverse also works, if you berate someone it makes them weaker. You can use it on more than one person but its effects get weaker the more people you use it in at once. There’s also a major weakness to your quirk. Anytime you berate someone, you gain confidence, but when you encourage someone, it takes away your confidence. Because of this you feel inferior to everyone else in your class. Even Mineta has a more useful quirk in combat than you do. You’re basically forced to sit on the sidelines and watch people fight. It helps in rescue operations but you still wished you could fight like everyone else. You only managed to get into the hero course because you racked up enough rescue points and got lucky with a three pointer.

It’s ironic that someone with an inferiority complex got paired up with someone with a superiority complex. It’s even more ironic that you managed to gain a crush on the bastard too.

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It was now Tuesday morning and Bakugou was sat in his room staring at the doll in its car seat.

You had entered the common room already dressed in your uniform with Riki in the seat. Hero training was the first class that morning so anyone who was in charge of their baby that day stayed behind and would join everyone later for normal classes. Your tie wasn’t done yet and your skirt was pulled up a little too high, showing off more thigh than you usually do, as you were in a rush since Riki wouldn’t stop crying and you couldn’t figure out why. She had finally managed to settle down when you gave her the included pacifier.

You weren’t much of a breakfast eater, especially if you were training in the morning so you didn’t go to the kitchen. You noticed Bakugou sat on one of the couches drinking something out of a mug. He was wearing a simple black tank top and sweatpants.

“Oh Bakugou! There you are. I’m guessing since you’re not in uniform you’re still taking Riki today.” You sat the car seat on the floor near him and started doing your tie. You knew you were just going to have to take it off soon to change into your hero costume but you still wanted to show up looking like you at least tried. “So I figured out that she makes different noises depending on what she wants. Most of the time she just wants to be held or given a pacifier so she makes really whiny sounds that almost sound like a cry. She was just crying now and the only thing that made her stop was the pacifier so she might start up again soon. I made a smaller bag of her things like diapers and her bottle just so you’re not carrying a big ass duffel bag later.” You were almost rivalling Midoriya with how fast you were muttering, you didn’t mean to but you didn’t want to be late and you kept fumbling with your tie.

As you were smoothing out your front, you felt a pair of hands grab the bottom of your skirt and start to pull down. You shrieked and smacked the hands away and turned around to see (to the best of your ability) Hagakure behind you.

“Oh my god, Hagakure! I had no idea who was behind me! You scared me thinking it was Mineta pulling at my skirt.” You laughed and grabbed onto the girls arms.

“Ahhh I’m sorry! I just noticed your skirt was up a lot higher than normal and you almost showed off a bit too much.” The invisible girl explained as you fixed your skirt. “Come on, we got to get to class!”

“Right, yeah, I’m coming.” You responded as Hagakure held your hand. You quickly turned to Bakugou again who once again had a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “You sure you’ll be okay? I know it’s only for an hour before I see you again so if you want to pawn her off to me next class then that’s fine.”

“Tch…how incompetent do you think I am? Of course I can take care of some stupid doll for an hour!” He barked back at you.

You felt Hagakure pulling you towards the front door. “Ok, well…see you later then!” You said as you finally took off with your friend, leaving Bakugou and a few others scattered around the common room.

“Heyyy, Bakugou! You get stuck on babysitting duty too?” Kaminari taunted, his baby settled in a carrier strapped to his chest.

Bakugou growled. “It’s not babysitting when it’s your own kid you idiot. And you look dumb with that thing on.” He stood up and grabbed the handle of the car seat and went off to his room. He could hear Kaminari complaining as he left.

Now here he was, in his room having a staring match with a doll. He wasn’t sure what to do for an hour, let along with a baby. He glanced up at some math homework left on his desk and decided to finish it up so he was ahead of everyone else in class. Ten minutes past when his concentration was interrupted by whining. He looked over at the car seat that was faced away from him at this angle and sighed. He reached over and turned it around.

“Jesus. She didn’t mention how fucking annoying it would be.” He muttered to himself as he undid the straps and lifted the baby out. “What the hell is your problem, huh?” He asked, surprisingly not as loud as he normally would. He thought maybe she was hungry and remembered you said something about a small bag with her bottle in it. He looked around but couldn’t find it. In fact, he didn’t remember seeing any bag with the baby anyway. He grumbled as he picked up his phone and opened up the messaging app and sent you a private message.

In the locker rooms you heard your phone buzz and decided to look at it as you were changing. You saw a notification from Bakugou and quickly opened it.

Katsuki Bakugou: hey, dumbass. she’s crying but I can’t find that bag you were talking about

You winced as you remembered that you never actually grabbed the bag in your rush to get downstairs.

You: damn I must have forgotten it in my room, sorry. feel free to go and grab it. my room code is 6678 it should be on my desk. you know which floor I’m on right?

Bakugou scoffed.

Katsuki Bakugou: yes I know. I’m not stupid.

You: never said you were <3 have fun lol

You didn’t realize you sent the heart. It was muscle memory from texting with your friends, but it sent Bakugou for a loop.

After he had quickly made his way to the second floor and grabbed the bag you mentioned, he went back to his room where he had left the baby on his bed. Her whining had turned into crying by now.

“Alright, Alright! I got your damn stuff.” Bakugou sat on the floor and settled the doll into his arm. He removed the pacifier and held the bottle up to its mouth. He felt relieved when the crying stopped. “This is fucking ridiculous.” He thought out loud.

He rested his back on his bed and started to drift off in to thought. Why did you send that heart? Did you mean to do it? Was it a reflex? Were you making fun of him? No…that couldn’t be right. You were one of the few that took him seriously. Sure you teased him sometimes, but not as much as the others. He thought back to a time where he accidentally overheard something he probably shouldn’t have that still made his heart feel weird.

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Bakugou was making his way to the kitchen to get something to drink. He could hear you and the other girls of Class 1A giggling and talking about random shit.

He was going to ignore the group when something made him stop in his tracks right before he would be seen.

“Sooo, who do you like?” Mina asked with a teasing voice.

“Who, me?” You asked as Mina nodded. All eyes were on you and you felt yourself blush. “Well…I guess I kinda have a thing for Bakugou…” You answered shyly, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What?!” “Wait, Bakugou?!” “Really?” The girls cried out in unison.

“Why is that so shocking? You guys seriously don’t think he’s at least a little bit attractive?” You inquired.

Bakugou stiffened at the confession and he felt his heartbeat speed up. You…had a crush on him? Someone actually was interested in him romantically?

“You don’t think all his yelling and name calling is a turn off?” Uraraka asked.

“Hm…not really. Sure he says some mean stuff but…he doesn’t actually mean it.” You reasoned.

“I don’t know…he always seems to be serious about it. I mean he doesn’t even know our names.” Jirou huffed.

“Yes he does!” You laughed. “He’s not stupid. He’s a lot smarter than I think any of you give him credit for.”

“He is in the top our class academic wise as well as hero wise.” Yayorozu chimes in.

“Exactly. Have none of you realized that a lot of his plans actually work? He may seem like he’s rushing into things but it’s obvious he’s put clear thought into his plans. And the fact that he can make one up that quickly is impressive. He’s also more compassionate than you’d think.” You said, leaning back on the couch.

“Well I think you’re wrong with that.” Tsu replied.

“Because you guys are only seeing the surface level. You’re not reading in between the lines. For example, remember when we just moved into the dorms, the talk Mr. Aizawa had with us outside?” They nodded. “When Mr. Aizawa left, you could feel the uncomfortable tension in the class at being reminded of what happened. Bakugou grabbed Kaminari and made him go all dumb because he knew it would make everyone laugh. And it did! The tension was gone instantly! Bakugou really does care, he just doesn’t know how to show it like other people. And remember the school festival? He totally could’ve refused to play the drums but he did it anyway! That’s what I like about him. He’s not a cold hearted asshole, he just wants you to think he is. I use to be like that too.” You trailed off, looking ashamed.

“Wait. YOU were an asshole?” Mina prodded.

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah, back when I first got my quirk. I realized that putting other people down gave me a lot of confidence. I went on a power trip and started bullying everyone. I started to realize that the “friends” that I did have were only my “friends” so they could escape my words. Made me feel like shit when I found out. Now I hate using my quirk like that unless absolutely necessary. But yeah….I see through Bakugou’s walls and I guess it just made me fall for him.” You changed the subject.

“Wow…you’re whipped for him, aren’t you?” Mina teased.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t tell him that. I don’t need him on my ass about it.” You blushed and waved her off.

“You sure you don’t want him on your ass?” Mina teased again.

“OH SHUT UP!” You threw a pillow at her as the girls laughed.

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Bakugou had zoned out at that memory. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, it’s your fault for being so damn loud and talking about him in the first place! It’s been a few weeks since that and it’s still fresh in his mind. Did he like you back? He wasn’t sure. On one hand he was pissed at how you managed to figure him out so easily, but on the other hand…he felt comforted knowing someone understood him and didn’t make fun of him for it. He will admit that you weren’t that bad looking or as stupid as everyone else. He did wish you would see the potential you had with your quirk, though. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he scoffed, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back down at the doll in his arms.

“I guess…she’s not so bad…” He said softly to Riki.

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Training had finished and you and the rest of your classmates were on your way to your next class.

Upon entering the classroom you noticed everyone that had skipped out on training standing around, babies either in their arms, strapped to their chest, or in the car seat. Bakugou was sat in his spot, chin in his hand looking out the window to his left.

You had a few minutes to spare before class started so you walked up to your partner. “Hey! How’d it go? Was she fussy?” You asked as you squatted down to see Riki, who was in her car seat on the floor next to his desk.

“Tch, no. I told you I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled.

“I’m pretty sure none of us know what we’re doing but it’s nice to know that you’re taking this seriously.” You replied standing back up.

“HA? YOU THINK I WOULD’NT? YOU THINK I’M NOT CAPABLE OF THIS?” He yelled as he let off small explosions.

“Course not. I did kinda think you would end up leaving most of this to me though. But it’s nice that you’re playing along.” You smiled sincerely.

Iida started ushering everyone to their assigned seats as class was about to begin. You patted Bakugou on his shoulder and left to your seat near the back of the class.

He clenched his fists and glared down at his desk, he could feel his heartbeat going wild again.

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A few days had passed and it was now Friday night and you were at your wits end.

It was your day with Riki and she had been crying non stop for thirty minutes now. You were pacing your room with her in your arms as the doll “sobbed” louder and louder with each agonizing minute. You had no idea what was wrong; you tried feeding her, changing her diaper, holding her, giving her a pacifier, you even tried the toys that they provided but nothing was working!

You were close to tears yourself as you thought about how this would affect your grade and how pissed Bakugou would be if you ruined it. The whole week went by just fine, it never took this long for her to settle down. You had gotten lucky with the baby you were given as she was so easy to care for, but this moment right now was proving difficult.

Feeling like you had no other choice, you left your room with your still wailing daughter in your arms and quickly made your way up to Bakugou’s room.

You knocked on his door while still trying to shush Riki. When Bakugou opened the door, he looked like he had just woken up which made you start ranting.

“Bakugou, fuck, I’m so sorry to bother you right now I know you like to go to bed early but she’s been crying like this for like thirty minutes now and I’ve tried everything but she just won’t stop crying and I don’t know what to do and I’m probably gonna make us fail cause I can’t get her to fucking stop and I just…” You panted “…can you please help me?” You nearly whined.

“Give her to me.” Bakugou reached out as you transferred her into his arms. He walked away with the crying doll, leaving his door open. You decided that was an invitation so you slipped into his room and gently closed the door behind you. You watched as Bakugou gently bounced the doll in his arms and started petting its blonde head.

You stared in awe as Riki started to finally quiet down until she was silent. You breathed out a sigh of relief but tears started to quickly gather in your eyes. Bakugou had opened his balcony door and stepped outside to the cool air. You ran a hand through your messy hair and followed them out onto the balcony. The not quite freezing but cold air nipping at your skin. It felt nice as you didn’t even notice that you were sweating from the stress. You bent over and rested your elbows on the railing and placed your head in your hands, trying to hold back your tears.

“She had been crying for so long…I tried everything but nothing worked. But the minute you have her she finally stops. What the hell am I doing wrong? Why am I such a bad mother?” You muttered more to yourself but your partner could hear you anyways.

A minute of silence went by as you tried to not let your tears fall when Bakugou finally spoke up, surprising gently. “Don’t beat yourself up over something you barely know how to handle.”

He leaned his back against the railing next to you. His arm barely grazing against your shoulder, his way of trying to comfort you. You sniffed and dropped your arms from your head and looked forward out into the dark courtyard.

“She’s been perfect this entire week. Nothing I couldn’t handle…but she just had to act like a total brat tonight.” You sighed.

“Hey.” Bakugou said sternly. “Don’t call our daughter a brat…that’s my line.”

You laughed at that, completely overlooking the fact that you called the doll “our daughter”. Bakugou softly smiled at your laugh, also not realizing exactly what he said. But her certainly felt his heart flutter as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

Bakugou decided he’d take her for the rest of the night so you could get some sleep. It was his turn tomorrow anyway.

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Monday had come by quickly, thus, ending the project. Recovery Girl had collected the dolls, and you couldn’t lie, you felt a little sad at the fact that you won’t have Riki around anymore. The class waited in anticipation to see whose grade was the lowest.

When the results came in, Midnight stood at the front of the class once again and started to call out the grades.

“Coming in last place is Sero and Mineta with a sixty-five.” Mineta started screaming about how unfair it was and that they got a faulty doll. “Todoroki and Ojiro have a score of thirty-four, Kaminari and Jirou have a thirty, Iida and Aoyama a twenty-seven, Usagi and Tokoyami with twenty-five, Shouji and Asui with twenty-one, Hagakure and Yayorozu with twenty, Mina and Kirishima with an eighteen, Satou and Kouda with a fifteen, Bakugou and (Y/N) with a score of eight, and lastly, coming in first place with the best score is Midoriya and Uraraka with a three! Good work everyone. I hope you all learned some valuable lessons from this experience!” Midnight finished.

There were high fives and cheers coming from the people with the lower scores and talks of what they could’ve done better from the people with higher marks.

You stared down at your desk smiling. Eight wasn’t so bad, right? Much better than what Mineta got.

At the front of the class, Bakugou has turned his head back to look at you and softly smiled to himself when he saw your relief. He turned back around to look down at his hands as he played with his pen. He could hear Midoriya and Uraraka being congratulated for the lowest score and for once in his life….he didn’t mind coming in second.

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Bonus:

Twelve years later, Bakugou had established himself as the number two hero with his own agency. You worked along side him as his number one sidekick. You both grew a lot since high school and grew closer from the experience. You managed to get rid of your inferiority complex and become more comfortable with using your quirk against villains rather than standing by and cheering on the heroes. You can also hold your own in combat pretty well now and you have a slew of support items to help.

But instead of kicking ass on the street you were laid out on a hospital bed after the longest 7 hours of your life. You were sweaty and exhausted, but it was all worth it as you looked at the little bundle in your arms. A head of blonde hair was peaking out of the blanket.

“What should we name her?” You whispered to the person leaning over you with their hand on your head and looking lovingly down at the newborn.

“…..Riki.” Bakugou said softly.

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[sabertoothwalrus]

here are some preliminary sketches I had done in my sketchbook for the peepaw chilchuck comic.

I wanted to follow it up with some worldbuilding thoughts I had while working on it, if that sort of thing is interesting to anyone:

- it’d take place 5ish years post-canon

- I changed almost everyone’s hair to show time had passed. Chilchuck and Kabru were the most drastic (I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT LONG HAIR KABRU THAT KUI DREW), Marcille grew out her bangs, Senshi’s beard is slightly shorter, and Izutsumi’s hair is mildly longer. Laios and Falin give me the impression that they’re the brand of neurodivergent that’d pick one haircut and stick to it for the rest of their lives. I almost gave Laios facial hair but idk he’s gotten over his daddy issue enough for that.

- Emertim Chils: I tried to follow both the half-foot and dwarven naming conventions for the baby, so Emer- comes from “emerald” (dwarven names are often gemstones or ore) and -tim because Chilchuck’s father’s first name was Tim :) Dwarves don’t have family names, so Emertim would take Chils, same as Flertom. Usually they’re named after their father but I didn’t wanna name a random dwarf man. thank you Chel for helping name him 🫶💕

- Initially the idea that Chilchuck would keep an entire grandchild a secret was just a joke, but it made sense when I thought about it. I wonder,, would dwarf/half-foot couples have trouble conceiving? Because if so, I’d imagine Flertom may have lost a couple pregnancies. Chilchuck is already such a private person, and I don’t think he’d feel comfortable airing his daughter’s grief like that. They wouldn’t wanna tell anyone until they were sure this baby was gonna make it.

- For the above reason, Chilchuck would absolutely spoil this kid. Not that he wouldn’t have spoiled his grandkids anyway, but I think after all that stress, he’d be extra extra doting. He’d be letting him do things he’d never DREAM of letting his own daughters do. Completely different parenting style.

- I think he’s still too prideful to take advantage of Laios being King (sidenote: is Laios even wealthy??? does a kingdom that sprung up from a previously-sunken continent even have money?? what the fuck is their economy), but like,,, if Laios offered any gifts he wouldn’t exactly say no.

- Izutsumi surprisingly really likes the baby :3 she’d like to take naps with him and he’d like her purrs and she’d have a lot of fun playing with him.

- SENSHI. meemaw mode. That kid would grow up not realizing Senshi isn’t technically one of his grandads. He is FEEEEEDING this kid.

- LAIOS DOES GET TO HOLD THE BABY!!!!!! just. eventually. They don’t actually expect a Tarrare situation LMAO they just wait until the kid is a little less fragile and a little more mobile. I think Laios would be really good with toddlers.

- Chilchuck is very thankful Emertim’s half-foot genes kick in sooner than later because he was getting too big for him to carry.

- Emertim would probably get the extended lifespan. He and Marcille would get to stay friends for a very very long time :’)

- my personal headcanon is that Chilchuck and his wife decide to split. He still loves her and it’s probably still a bit mutual, but after four years of almost no-contact, they decide their communication issues aren’t working well for their relationship. Plus, the Adventurer’s Bible says Chilchuck is renting their old house out to family, and he’d feel bad kicking them out so he and wife could move back in. They’d still be on good terms, and would be good at coordinating when to babysit.

#do yall like this sort of post…? #my art #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #chilchuck tims

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can we get the aftermath of Y/N giving birth of them and Benimaru's child? Where the executives are celebrating and Rimuru gets to be the honorary uncle to his right hand man's child? Please?

“I hear by call this meeting of the official naming ceremony to order.” You let out a sigh as Shion tapped her gavel on the table. Rocking your new born infant in your arms.

The baby was doing well. All plump and pink now, with a tuff of flaming red hair that refused to stay down. It had been a few weeks since you had given birth and everyone had given you & Benimaru space to bond with the baby. Coming over occasionally to sit and coo, but in uncharacteristically calm order.

Then, today, out of the blue, you got a note that you and the baby were summoned to a meeting of what seemed like every person you had ever known. “I still don’t know what’s going on….”

“It’s time we all came to an agreement on what [B/N] is going to call us.” Shion explained. “We all can’t be called the same thing. That would be confusing, and unfair.”

“They can’t even talk.” You remind her again. The first time you reminded her was when she was at the house and trying to get them to say ‘Shion’ as their first word. “Besides, can’t they just call you Aunt or Uncle what’s-your-name?”

“NO!!”

The unanimous shouting startled the baby, who began to cry, but you quickly calmed them down.

“Now, I will start us off.”

“Why do you get to start us off?” Milim squawked.

“Because I have the gavel.” Shion snarked back. The two women glared at each other for a considerable moment before they broke off in a huff, and Shion continued. “Now, I’ve thought long and hard about this and I would like to be called…Aunt Shion.”

‘Didn’t I just suggest that?’ You thought to yourself.

“Excuse me, Shion.” The sickly sweet voice of Shuna spoke up. The sickly sweet voice that usually meant danger was near. “I believe, as Benimaru’s true blood sister, it should be I that [B/N]-chan calls Aunt.”

“We can both be ‘aunt’.”

“Didn’t you just say that it would be ‘confusing and unfair’ to share names?”

Shion huffed and folded her arms. Bested by her own words. “Fine! Come back to me. Souei, what do you want your name to be?”

“Souei.”

“You can’t just be called Souei. Besides, the name is too hard for a baby to say.”

“Souei….nee.”

Shion sighed. “Hakurou-san, what’s your name?”

“I think I would like to be called ‘Jiji’.”

“You want to be called ‘grandpa’?” You asked. Just to clarify.

“I’m much older than any of you.” He said. “ ‘Uncle’ just doesn’t seem to fit with a man my age. Plus, I must admit, the feeling of the word ‘grandpa’ warms my soul.” He even let out an old man ‘ho ho ho’ at the thought.

“I wanna be called Onee-chan!” Milim announced.

“That won’t do.” Shuna told her. “What happens when Onii-chan and [Y/N] have another baby? You’ll have to change it all over again.”

“Another baby?” Did you not just have this one?

“We can cross that bridge when we come to it.” Shion said. Making an executive decision and hitting her gavel. “Now, I have come up with my name and it shall be….Auntie Shion.”

The room clapped as if Shion had made some brilliant discovery, while the secretary beamed at her brilliance. “You guys are weird.”

The doors then opened and Rimuru-sama and Benimaru walked in. “What’s going on?”

“Apparently everyone decided they needed a meeting to figure out what our infant child will call them.” You explain.

“Oh. Can the baby call me Muru-kun?” Rimuru-sama asked, and the room erupted in another fit of excitement. Waking the subject of the meeting again from their nap.

AO3

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[lunajay33]

New World🍂Part 2!

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world

Pt.1

•Masterlist•

It’s been about a week since we got to the quarry and everything has been going smoothly…..well as smoothly as things could go with Merle around, he teased both Daryl and I every night that he stayed in the tent but in his gross ways that he talks

But I tried to put it to the side because I had my best friend with me and that’s all I could ask for

Today was a new day and we were running low on supplies so some people decided to go on a run to the city

“Hey y/n do you wanna come in the run with us?” Glenn asked as he came over to the table Daryl and I were sitting at

“She ain’ goin no where” Daryl answered before I got the chance

“I could help though”

“I ain’ risking your life out there, I need ya here where it’s safe, Merle can go in yer place” he said trying to plead with me

“Wow baby brother tryin to feed me to the walkers” Merle laughed as he came and sat next to me throwing his arm around my shoulder

Merle always did this, he thought it got a role out of Daryl, plus it made me damn uncomfortable

“Merle get your hands off me” I said swatting his arm away

“Yer a damn brat we should’ve left ya to the walkers” Daryl gave him a look that I’m glad I’ve never gotten, it honestly gave me the chills

“Fine I’ll go, only cause I gotta find me some more pills” he laughed before he left to get his shit together

Glenn had long go left knowing how Merle was with any person that wasn’t white here

“So ummm what are you gonna do today?” I asked feeling awkward now

“Gonna head out hunting, try and find somethin, might take awhile” he said as he cleaned his arrows

“Please be safe out there”

“Always am” he grunted but I saw a lift at his lips making me smile

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The day went on as we all carried on with our chores, I missed Daryl it’s only been a few hours but he was my biggest constant now and the fear of him alone placed a heavy weigh in my chest, but I know he’s knows how to handle himself out there……but still

Some of the girls and I were hanging clothes and it helped clear my mind

“I miss my straightener” Andrea said

“I miss my kitchen, making home made dinners every night” Lori smiled reminiscing

“…….i miss my vibrator” I stated as all the girls laughed

“Me too” Andrea and Carol said in unison making us all cry laughing now

“Y/n why do you need a vibrator when you got that Dixon basically sowed to your hip” Andrea said

“I…..I don’t know what you’re talking about” I would’ve said he was just my best friend like before but that’s not how it felt to me anymore

“Oh come on sweetie we all see how you both ogle at eachother when you think no one else sees, or when you’re doing chores he’s looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky, it’s adorable” Lori stated making me blush

“Don’t tell him please, I don’t want to ruin anything between us” I admitted

“Ooooooo I told you” Amy said pushing Andrea’s arm

“I guess I’ve felt it deep down for a long time, I mean he’s the whole package but, I’m just plain ol’ me, he could have anyone he wanted” I said clipping on of his shirts to the line

“You’re hilarious, if anything he doesn’t deserve you, girl you’re hot” Amy laughed

“Sure whatever, just everyone better keep their mouths shut”

I loved talking with the girls it always felt like we were back in the normal world, when all we had to worry about was paying bills

As we were tidying up I decided to take a nap, I couldn’t get much sleep last night with Merle’s snoring, so I told the girls and headed to my tent

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I woke up abruptly to a ruckus outside so I quickly unzipped the tent and ran out with my knife Daryl gave me, tight in hand

“YER TELLING ME YOU LEFT MY BROTHER ON THE ROOF” Daryl was back, and fuming

“He was a danger to us all he would’ve gotten us killed” this new guy said

Daryl was about to jump this guy when Shane got him in a choke hold, I ran over and pushed Shane off him

“What the hell is wrong with you, don’t EVER touch him like that again” I yelled at Shane

I knew Daryl past, hell I was the one usually to help get him through it and I know he didn’t like others touching him like that

I kneeled infront of Daryl and held his shoulder

“Are you okay” I asked worried

“ ‘m fine” he said swatting my hand away and standing up, it hurt but I understood

“Rick is going back to get him aren’t you” Lori said seeming angry

“Ya, I’ll get a group and we’ll head back for him, I won’t leave him out exposed, well he’s four tomorrow morning”

“Fine” Daryl groaned as he left out into the woods

I quickly followed him seeing him walk back and forth in the same spot I could tell he was fuming, he had a hard time controlling his temper sometimes

“Daryl I’m sorry” I said stopping him from his wandering

“Damn guy just shows up and now my brothers gone, the hell is wrong with him”

“We will find him, eventually you guys will find each other, you always do” I said pushing his hair back out of his face

He was quiet for some time trying to calm down I assume

“Sorry ‘bout before, I shouldn’ have smacked yer had away like that”

“Daryl it fine I just want you to be okay” I smiled

“It’s not”

“Come we need to get some food in ya and we should go down to the quarry and wash first it’s been a while” I took his hand and led him down the trail to the crystal blue water

“Do you wanna go first?” I asked

“Nah, go ahead” he motioned to the water as he sat on the rocky shore

He looked away as I stripped down and glided into the warm water, I was covered up to my shoulders when he looked back but this was clear water I’m sure he saw a little something but…I wasn’t apposed to it

“Me and the girls were talking earlier” I said as I ran my hand over my dirty skin

“Ya? ‘Bout what?”

“What we miss, some said straighteners, cooking in a nice kitchen, what do you miss Daryl?” I cupped my hands and let the water run through my hair

“Mm…probably our dinners, and the drives we’d take on Merle’s bike at night”

I remember those nights so fondly, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him close as my hair flew behind me, the smell of him surrounding me, the cigarette and woodsy smell I adored so much

“I miss it too”

“What was yer answer to the girls” and my cheeks instantly exploded with heat

“Ummm nothing” I squeaked out

Which he obviously could tell I was lying

“Really? You miss nothing at all” he smirked his conniving smirk he knows I loath

“Maybe a few things”

“What do I gotta do fer ya to tell me?”

“Hmmm the only way I tell you is if you don’t laugh”

“Fine, now tell me”

God this was so embarrassing

“I said I missed…..my vibrator” I squeaked out the last part feeling my heart in my throat

I heard him choke obviously shocked by my response

“I told you not to make fun of me”

“I ain’ just can’t believe ya really used those thangs” he said trying to compose himself

“I’m a woman Daryl I have needs”

“What ‘bout them guys you talked too?”

“They never got past the part of getting to know each other, too many pricks in our town”

“Ya I get that, best ya don’t waist her time, ya deserve better”

I cleared my throat down with this embarrassing conversation

“Umm I’m done, your turn”

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(I’m gonna change from using *i* to *you* instead it’s just easier to write that way!)

After we were both washed up we headed back to came, ate our food and went to the tent

“I’ll take Merle’s bag tonight” Daryl said

“Oh okay” we changed and laid down

An hour went by and you couldn’t sleep, it was freezing without Daryl, you rolled over and whispered

“Daryl? Are you still awake?”

“Mmm” he grunted from an answer

“Can you come back to our sleeping bag, it’s too cold without you” you whined desperate for some warmth

You couldn’t see it but his eyes were wide open from shock, he didn’t say anything but he came back over and climbed in behind you

“Thanks”

“ ‘course” he whispered before his snores started to lull you to sleep

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The next day went on and they were gone looking for Merle for a long time, and it was worrying you, the sun was now setting and your belly felt like a knot of stress

As everyone was sitting around the fire Amy got up to use the washroom, a few minutes later she was screaming, you turned around and walkers were surrounding the camp coming from everywhere

You took your knife and jammed it into the walkers that came near you, until a big one stumbled over and fell ontop of you, you struggled until an arrow shot it dead, well…. forever dead now

It was pulled off of you and Daryl picked you up and held you against his chest, you wrapped you arms around him feeling lucky to have him back and safe

“Are ya okay?” He asked looking you over for bites

“I’m okay, are you okay D?”

“Fine, Merle got away, knew he’d be comin back to take revenge”

Everything died down, the camp lost a lot of people, when the sun rises we buried our dead and burned the walkers

“Where do we go now, it’s not safe here anymore” Lori asked the group but mostly Rick and Shane

“We head to the CDC that’s the only place I can think will still be running”

So after everyone packed up we got in our cars and were off, thankfully it was just Daryl and you in his truck, giving you both some much needed peace

“Do you think we’ll be safe at the CDC?” you asked looking over at him

“We best be, we ain’ got much more places to go”

You could see the worry in his body tension, and the way he talked, sure he was a grump with everyone else but not you, never you

“We’ll find something Daryl, as long as we have each other” he looked at you and looked back at the road nodding

We’d be okay…….right?

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Part.3<-

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[epelletea]

Your TWST S/O reacts to you singing a familiar tune !! Part 3

Thank you everyone for enjoying and loving this so far. Finally figured out who I wanna do for Heartslaybul ;>

Context : You sing a song from their story! Ex: “Part of Your World, Kiss the Girl”

Includes : Riddle RoseHearts Leona Kingscholar Rook Hunt

Part One. Part Two. Part Four.

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Riddle Rosehearts

Oh dear… it seems that Riddle has fallen ill to the common cold.

Your boyfriend was never the type to fall sick to any illness because he always made sure he was in tip top shape.

But to get sick? Well this was completely surprising even to him. How could he have let this happen.

Sulking and overthinking to himself about how he could have possibly gotten himself sick.You sat next to him in a chair to keep him company during his sickness.

You tried to reassure him that it’s a common natural thing to get sick. He just wouldn’t quit it.

At this point he might end up with a headache if he keeps pondering this hard to himself.

Quick! Think of something to distract Riddle from these pointless thoughts.

Looking around for any distraction. You hear the birds tweeting outside to themselves singing a small duet.

Singing! That’ll work perhaps it’ll even get him to fall asleep. If you remembered correctly Alice had a song from her story about her falling into Wonderland.

While Riddle was deep in thought, you took his hand and placed it in yours rubbing soft circles into it. Beginning to hum the soft melody to him.

It was enough to snap him out of his thought. The thoughts slowly fading from his mind as he listened to your soft voice sing such a familiar tune.

Each word you sung made him feel like he was floating on the crowds. His heart filled with so much warmth and love. If he wasn’t sick he would’ve placed a kissed on your hand by now.

Riddle wanted to keep listening he really did but his eyes were slowly falling close. Your angelic singing was successfully making him fall asleep.

Slowly drifting off, he finally falls to asleep with an empty and positive mind. How did he get to have such a wonderful S/O like you.

Finally coming to the conclusion of the song. You open your eyes to your boyfriend now peacefully sleeping with a smile on his face.

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona Kingscholar. A very prideful man. But also an amazing boyfriend.

He loves you to the savanna and back. But to make him outfight say ‘I love you’ out in public? He would rather give his wallet to Ruggie.

It’s not that he doesn’t want too. He does but he finds it really embarrassing and will become very flustered. Hell if he lets the others see him be that vulnerable.

He might not be able to say it out loud public, but privately he could say it 1 million times to ensure that you know just how much he loves you.

Today, you made it your plans to achieve this goal. For him to say those three words to you in public.

But it was going to be extremely hard. This man values his pride more than anything.

Lounging about in his room while Leona was most likely napping in his bed. Standing above his “sleeping figure” pondering how to take this plan to action. That’s when you had a great idea.

Why not embarrass him.

Smirking to yourself, if you remembered correctly there was a love song during when Nala and Simba reconciled. Perfect!

Leona could tell you were up to no good. He was never asleep in the first place. He was studying your face as you stood there pondering to yourself. What were you up too?

All you had to do was sing out 5 words for him to jolt up to start chasing you.

“Can You Feel the Love Tonight”

Singing the song loud as possible, running out of his room so everyone in the dorm could hear you sing such a love song.

Leona would originally not care but everyone is aware you are his S/O and there will surely be teasing later on if he don’t stop you now. Plus the song you were singing is quite a popular love song in the Savanna.

He would’ve gotten you much quicker if you quit making such obstacles for him. Ducking under tables, jumping over couches. He was quite impressed with your agility.

You made quite the attraction. Your plan was coming out perfect. You were gaining the other students attention quite fast. To be fair half of the students here are beast men so their ears could hear quite well.

Finally getting cornered at a dead end with Leona right behind you. You told him that you will only stop if says I love you out loud.

With a loud exaggerated sigh. He realized he was getting out of this or else you would keep singing. He finally gives you loud “I love you” just enough for the students around to hear.

Giggly and happy for your plan to succeed. You kiss him on the cheek.

You fell right into this trap. He has you trapped in his arms now. You thought you were getting off Scott free from that? No you aren’t. You’re in for quite something.

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Rook Hunt

This year have been such a busy year.

Crowley kept throwing so much work onto you. It’s been hard to see anyone recently. Especially your boyfriend, Rook.

Each day, you felt the loneliness eat you up one by one. Missing the warmth of being in your charming huntsman arms.

The best thing you could do whenever you even had a slight chance to see him was kissing him on the cheek and then running off back to your tasks.

Today was particular slow but nonetheless still busy as Crowley has once again dump another pile of work onto you. Somehow Professor Trein has lost his cat and ran off somewhere outside and apparently this was your duty to deal with it.

Sighing, leaning against one of the trees taking a break from the search. Listening to nature sounds putting you at ease from the work lately.

The loneliness has once more crept onto you again making you miss Rook once more.

Perhaps singing will takes things off your mind?

You remembered a song that Snow White would sing waiting for her Prince.

Singing to yourself leaning against the tree and looking up to the sky. Wishing that you could see your Prince Charming.

How lucky for you. Rook happened to be near walking by.

Hearing your voice flow through his ears like soft silk. His heart sank how sad you sounded singing about missing him.

Don’t worry mon amour. Your Prince Charming is coming to your aid immediately.

Still softly singing to yourself. You didn’t hear nor notice Rook approaching from behind.

Rook felt like he was falling in love with you all over again. Seeing your figure sing about missing him. He couldn’t help but stand there for a little longer listening to you.

Turning around to continue your search for the cat. You jump in shock seeing your boyfriend stand behind you.

Rook gets on knee taking his hat off. He gently takes your hand places a kiss on it.

“Your Prince have arrived Mon armor.”

Heart fluttering from the simple gesture. You smile happily and immediately tackle your love with a warm embrace.

You decided to take a break from the work Crowley has been giving you and spend the rest of your day with Rook.

He asks if you have wrote the song you were singing. Not wanting to tell him that Snow White was the one who sung it. You simply agreed saying yes. He praised you for such a romantic song. The song felt very familiar to him but he could not care less about that right now. He had been reunited back with his true love

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#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst fanfic #disney #writing #headcanon #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #leona kingscholar #savanaclaw #rook hunt #pomefiore #twst wonderland #A Familiar Tune

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The moments in time that led me to you ~ Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

Summary: The moments in time leading up to the arrival of someone very special.

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x fem!reader

Warnings: THIS IS A LONG ONE, but other than that, just fluffy :)

Notes: This is technically a part 2 to “Since when?”, so you might wanna read that before this one. I was also thinking of doing in between moments with Mickey and the reader pertaining to this part and the one before. You’ll see later on what I mean but for now, enjoy :)

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Mickey was pretty content at this point in his life. Things at Top Gun were going pretty good, there was never a dull moment when back seating for Payback. He no longer had to keep you a secret anymore from his friends, which was a plus. His friends became your friends and he couldn’t have been happier. Whenever everyone had the time, they would all head over to the Garcia residence for dinner. According to Payback, Y/n made some of the best home cooked meals he ever had in a long time. Mickey knew Payback missed being back home, so for his best friend to find comfort at his home, with the food you made, it filled him with a sense of pride.

All of his friends loved your cooking and adored you, which was no surprise to him. You had met them months ago and they all grew to love your personality. You were a natural people person, no matter how many times you’ve told him otherwise. Your smile drew people in and Mickey could only hope that your son would have the same.

Speaking of your son, he had been a little shit for the past couple of days. Your words, not Mickey’s. You were on maternity leave from your job as a nurse at the local hospital and had been at home since then. While Mickey couldn’t always be at home with you, he always tried to do everything that he could for you when he was home. Whether that be giving you back rubs when your back was killing you. Cooking food when your ankles felt like they were going to fall off. Even talking to the baby late at night when you complained that your little boy was moving too much for you to get any sleep, and Mickey knew he had to be up in a couple hours. He didn’t care though. The more comfortable he could make you while your due date was quickly approaching, made it all worth it.

Tonight, you had fallen asleep before Mickey did and he automatically pulled you to his chest when he did end up going to bed. He didn’t know what time it was but he felt himself waking up to the empty feeling in his arms. Mickey rubbed the sleep from his eyes and once he was awake to a certain extent, he saw you leaning over the edge of the bed, your back towards him.

“Hey baby, you okay?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine. I think it might just be Braxton Hicks.”

Mickey knew she had been having Braxton Hicks since this morning but when he asked Y/n if she wanted to go to the hospital, she declined and said that there was nothing they could do for her. Trusting her instincts, he let it go.

“You want me to rub your back a bit? Do you think that will help?”

“I don’t know, maybe? I think I’m just going to walk around for a bit. It usually eases the tension in my legs.”

Upon hearing this, Mickey got up from his side of the bed to go to yours, in order to help you up. Y/n held onto his arms for a bit once she was on her feet.

“I’m going to get you some water and your heating pad. I read somewhere in those baby books that those things could help. Are you going to be okay by yourself?”

“Yes Mickey, I’ll be perfectly fine. I know I’m pregnant but I’m not completely incapacitated. Also, you actually read the books?”

“Well yeah, the more you know. Didn’t you?”

“I’ll be honest, I fell asleep while reading one of the baby books.”

Smiling to himself, Mickey didn’t expect anything less from Y/n. He knew that the baby was taking a lot of energy from her and naps had become her best friend.

“It’s okay, mi amor, I’ve read enough for the both of us. I’ll be back, okay? Yell if you need me.”

Mickey leaned down to kiss Y/n’s forehead, one hand cupping the back of her head, while the other stayed on her belly. He then walked out the bedroom door to find the items he needed. He checked the clock on the wall on his way out, 3:45 am.

While retrieving the water from the kitchen, Mickey was so lost in his thoughts that he nearly didn’t hear Y/n calling for him. Forgetting the water, he raced back to their bedroom to find his wife soaked from the waist down.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“No Mickey, I dropped a water balloon on the floor. Yes, my water just broke, dummy.”

Mickey would’ve had a comeback to that but he was paralyzed. He knew you were freaking out a bit and probably didn’t mean anything by it, but it still took him a second to respond.

“Are you in any pain right now? Is it still Braxton Hicks?”

“I thought what I was feeling earlier was Braxton Hicks but I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Okay baby, I think it’s time we take you to the hospital. Just to be sure.”

Mickey watched as his wife made her way to the bed. She sat there and didn’t say anything for a bit. He walked over to her and sat by her, hoping she would talk to him.

“Hey, what’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

Y/n took a big breath before looking at Mickey, with glassy eyes.

“Is this it? Like is this when we fully become parents? Are you ready? I don’t know if I’m ready! What if the kid doesn’t like me and he grows to hate me later in the future?”

“Hey hey hey! Stop that!” Mickey grabbed onto the sides of her face. “Everything will be okay, baby, I promise. No parent is perfect but we’re going to try for our little boy. You’ll be a wonderful mama. You’re worrying about things you don’t need to be thinking about right now. For now, let’s get you changed, get the baby bag, and head to the hospital, okay?”

After a nod from Y/n, Mickey gave her a sweet kiss on the lips and went to go find her a change of clothes and get the baby bag. Once everything was all set, they made their way to the car and drove 15 minutes to the hospital.

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It was 6:05 am and things were progressing slowly. Y/n and Mickey were taken to the maternity ward to get settled in. Y/n started to realize that these were actual contractions and not Braxton Hicks, much to her dismay. Mickey ended up timing them once they were situated at the hospital and they were every 12 minutes. She was only dilated to a two so now it was just a waiting game.

Y/n eventually fell back asleep after some convincing from her husband and has been asleep for the past hour. Mickey pulled a chair up to her bedside and kept an eye on the contraction and heart rate monitor. He texted Payback as soon as y’all arrived at the hospital and he wished you nothing but the best.

Eventually Mickey started dozing off himself until he felt the grip you had on his hand, tighten. He looked over and saw that you were going through another contraction on the monitor. Your eyes were shut tightly and your face was pulled into a grimace. It broke his heart to see you in any pain, especially pain he knew he couldn’t help you with.

“Hey baby, you’re okay. Just breathe through it, yeah? Just gotta breathe baby.”

Y/n’s grip didn’t subside until a few seconds later, where she ended up falling asleep again afterwards. Mickey ran a hand over your head and kept stroking it till your breathing evened out.

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Y/n has been in labor for about six and half hours now and she was barely dilated to a four. It was progress but it was getting to be too long of a wait for her. Mickey, ever the doting and loving husband, was doing everything he could to keep her as comfortable as possible.

Her contractions were now nine minutes apart and her heart rate, along with their little boy’s, was strong as ever. Mickey looked over at the time again, 9:39 am. You had decided to change positions a few minutes ago, to relieve some pressure from your lower back, and so far it seemed like it was working. Mickey massaged your lower back for you while you were leaning over the bed, with you leaning on your forearms and feet flat on the floor. Your whine of pain made his heart clench and he tried to soothe it as best as he could.

“There we go hermosa, breathe through it. That’s it baby. You got this. Keep breathing for me.”

Mickey continued checking the contraction monitor, watching it ease up. After the contraction passed, Y/n leaned back up, turning around, and rested her head on Mickey’s shoulder.

“Thank you honey. I don’t know if I could be doing this without you. I know I’ve been a bitch and a baby at times, stupid hormones, but I really do appreciate you.”

Mickey’s heart swelled. Yes, at times you would say something rude to him but he knew that you were in pain and your emotions are out of wack. You were quite literally one of the strongest women he knows and for that he couldn’t be more proud of you.

Instead of trying to tell you how he feels about you in this moment, he took your hand and brought you to the center of your hospital room. Y/n looked at him confused until he pulled his phone out and hit shuffle on the playlist he made for you. He then grabs your hands and rests them over his shoulders, while he wraps his around your waist.

He starts to gently sway you to the soft tune of Vienna by Billy Joel. Your head rests on his chest, right above his heart. His heartbeat calming you down from the episode of pain you went through a few minutes ago. Mickey looks down at your content form and runs a hand through your hair.

“Slow down, you're doin' fine. You can't be everything you wanna be before your time. Although it's so romantic, on the borderline tonight, tonight.” Mickey sings gently into your ear while continuing to sway you from side to side.

With the both of them so entranced in the moment, neither of them hear the knock on the door until the person on the other side announces themselves. Mickey looks up to see Payback, followed by Rooster and Phoenix, by the door.

“While this is cute and all, would Y/n be up for some visitors?” Payback asked carefully.

Mickey looked down at Y/n and saw her already looking at him. She gives him a small nod and turns in his embrace.

“Well look at you, little mama, even in your hospital gown and fuzzy socks, you continue to glow.” Rooster compliments once he’s let into the room. Mickey glared at Bradley but it was only in jest. Besides Payback, he knew you were close to Phoenix and Rooster, and that within itself made him happy. He trusted them with you, no doubt about it.

“I’m doing the best with what I’ve got.” Y/n smiles at Rooster, as she leans into Mickey.

“So how are things going? When are we going to meet baby Garcia?” Phoenix asks with a smile, filled with excitement.

“Slowly. I’m only dilated to a four at the moment and for being in labor for almost seven hours, it really sucks.”

Payback, Rooster, and Phoenix gave all gave you sympathetic smiles. While the boys knew nothing of child birth, they knew that you were in a great deal of pain.

“But that isn’t a bad thing! The doctor said that sometimes the first baby takes their time. Our little boy just isn’t ready to leave his mama.” Mickey tried to reassure you. He was about to talk again when his phone started to ring. It was his mom, probably calling to check in with him about how you were doing. Which reminded him, he should probably call or text your parents while he was at it.

He directs his attention to you, “Hey, my moms calling, probably wanting updates. I’m gonna step out for a bit, okay? I’ll call your mom after to get her up to speed. If you need me, get one of these knuckleheads, or Phoenix, to come get me.”

Payback and Rooster have him looks of offense while Phoenix smiles at them. Y/n nodded her head and gave him a kiss on his cheek, whispering an “I love you” in his ear. He smiles and repeats it back. Before he leaves, he directed his attention to his three friends.

“Watch her for me, will you?” His friends all shake their heads in agreement as he steps outside for the next ten minutes.

When Mickey finally gets off the phone with your parents, he makes is way back into the room. Upon entering, he wasn’t expecting to see you in Phoenix’s arms, as she sways you to the tune of “Hey Jude”, that was playing from Roosters phone. Speaking of Rooster, him and Payback are leaning against each other while singing along to the song.

Mickey looks at them all in confusion and makes eye contact with Phoenix. She smiles at the other two boys and continues to sway you, “She was having a contraction and we figured since you were doing this before we came in, this would probably help.”

His face lights up in a smile as he continues watching his friends attempt at helping ease your contractions away. You seemed pretty content in Natasha’s arms and that was all he could ask for.

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The last time the doctor checked in on Y/n, she was dilated to a six, but that was three hours ago. Nothing Y/n and Mickey tried had felt like it was helping speed up the process at all. He offered to find the doctor to issue her an epidural but she refused and called him a bastard for that idea. The doctor constantly reassured Y/n that it was going to take some time but things were progressing as they should. It was 12:34 pm; Y/n’s getting impatient.

Mickey just hated seeing you in pain. You were taking it like a champ, with the contractions now being closer together, and becoming increasingly more painful. The sight of you crying ripped his heart in two and he wished he could take your pain away. He knew you were getting tired and as much as you tried to sleep, the contractions weren’t letting you.

“Mickey, I don’t know how much longer I can do this. It hurts so bad.”

“I know baby, but you’re doing so good! We just have to wait a little bit longer till we can see our boy. Just keep squeezing my hand.”

Over the next hour or so, Mickey and Y/n took a walk around the hospital floor, hoping it would help. Once they got back to the room, Y/n was more tired than when she started the walk and attempted to get more sleep. Mickey turned the lights down in the room and scooted on the bed with you, watching the monitors.

He became lost in thought as time progressed. He was remembering everything from this morning. How strong you were through this entire process. He could never fathom the pain and strength it took you to bring another life into this world. He remembered when y’all’s friends came to visit you. All the laughs and contractions along the way were worth it. He thinks back to you squeezing the shit out of Hangman’s hand when he said that contractions couldn’t have been that painful, he was wrong. He remembered Rooster performing an acapella version of “Great Balls of Fire”, in order to make you smile through the pain.

His train of thought was disrupted when he felt you shaking his arm, frantically.

“Honey, go get the doctor!”

“What’s going on? Does everything feel okay?”

“I think your son is ready to make his grand entrance,” Y/n says while wincing at the pressure she was feeling, “Fucking finally!”

Mickey wasted no time in taking off out of the room to find a nurse. His heart beating out of his chest but managing to keep it together for you.

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An hour had passed and Y/n’s pained screams filled the room. The doctor had confirmed that she was in fact dilated to a ten, and that it was safe to push. Mickey was positioned behind her, her body between his legs and her back leaning against his chest. He whispered sweet words of encouragement in her ears while wiping the sweat that poured down her face. Mickey thought she still looked beautiful, even with a red face and drenched hair.

“Y/n, I’m really going to need you to bare down and push on your next contraction. Can you do that for me?” Dr. Buckley asked from the end of the bed.

Y/n was tired, Mickey felt the exhaustion in her body, “No no no, I can’t do it anymore! It hurts too much, I can’t do it!”

“C’mon baby, you can do this. We’re so close to seeing our little boy! Just push on your next contraction, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“We’re not having another kid, I swear to God Mickey, I’ll murder you!”

He laughed at her response and kissed her temple.

Y/n felt a contraction coming back and took a deep breath as she bared down and pushed with everything she had in her.

“That’s it baby, good job. Keep pushing mi amor, you got this!”

She felt the pressure of the baby’s head come out and let out a breath.

“Okay, I need you to give me another big push. The heads out honey, now this is the tough part and once you push, it’ll be over soon.”

Dr. Buckley’s encouragement was pissing Y/n off but she knew the doctor was right. She was just so tired from today and all the exertion this was putting on her body.

“You hear that, baby? You’re almost done! I love you so so much, okay? Now give me another big push.”

She began pushing again, everything around her was a blur, other than one of Mickey’s hands caressing her hair while the other holds her hand. She let out another pained scream as the pressure started increasing more and more.

“That’s it baby, keep pushing! That’s my girl, c’mon baby, keep pushing!”

Y/n felt the shoulders make their way out and her body give out half way through. She laid back against Mickey’s chest, trying to catch her breath.

“Last one Y/n, I promise! You gotta take a big breath and push as hard as you can.”

She looked up at Mickey’s eyes and they were staring down at her. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead and leaned his on hers, “One more push, mi amor, that’s all you have to do now. One more big, big push for me? I know you can do it.”

With his encouragement, she sat up and pushed with everything she had in her. Suddenly, she felt a release and completely collapsed onto Mickey.

A shrill cry filled the air as their little boy was placed on her chest. Mickey looked at the time, it was 3:22 pm.

“Congrats mama! You’ve got a healthy baby boy!”

Y/n looked down at her son and couldn’t hold back the tears that were present in her eyes. God, he was so beautiful. Mickey was no better, with his own tears streaming down his face as he now holds the two loves of his life. He strokes your hair and presses multiple kisses to your sweaty hairline but he couldn’t have cared less.

“I’m so so proud of you baby! You did so good!Just look at his sweet face!”

After the nurses took the baby boy to get cleaned up, he was placed right in his fathers arms. The room was filled with a calming aura and Mickey couldn’t help but stare at his sons face.

He was a wonderful mix of you and him but he knew that his son would grow up to look like Mickey’s twin. He knew it within his heart. Mickey had his shirt off, skin-to-skin being one of his favorite things now, as he laid in the hospital bed with you. Leaning down, he pressed a lingering kiss on his sons forehead. He looked to his side and saw that you were passed out. A well deserved nap, Mickey thought. You had that post birth glow about you and Mickey felt like he was falling in love with you all over again. Your strength and determination never failed to surprise him. That’s one of the many reasons why he loved you so much.

Mickey leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes for a second. He wasn’t tired, not when he had his new born son in his arms. He was content. His two loves remained asleep and he continued to gaze at them with an unwavering expression of adoration.

This was his family now and he couldn’t be more happy.

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[darkeralmond]

IT’S NOT A DATE

TREVOR ZEGRAS X OC

october series

synopsis: hayden and mal meet up with trevor and jamie for a “casual hang out” and not a date

warnings: none

word count: 4.2k

I planned on using today all the way up until Sunday as the ’Calm before the Storm’ period — the storm being writing 10 original songs as a band. When we got home from our meeting with Aubrey, I went straight to my room and changed into more comfortable clothes so I could take a nap. An oversized tourist sweatshirt from a gift shop I got while we were in New York for our tour and some boxer shorts I found at Target a couple of years ago. I buried myself under my comforter and shut my eyes, letting in a long relaxing inhale.

Finally, I thought, I long awaited na—

My phone began to ring and vibrate against the nightstand next to my bed. I let out a long groan, not in the mood to talk to anyone. Mal, if it’s you I’m going to kill y—

It was Trevor.

My frustration melted into a weird excitement. Maybe I could postpone my nap to talk to him for a minute. I answered the call and said, “Hello?”

“Hey, Hay,” he then snickered, “Get it? ‘Hey,’ and I call you ‘Hay’ because your name’s Hayden.”

It was so corny and random, that I let out a small giggle. “Yes, Trevor. I get it.” I lay flat on my back, resting my head on my pillow. “What’re you calling for?”

“To check up on you,” he answered. “Why? Do you not appreciate my calls?”

I laughed a bit, “No! People just normally text, y’know?”

Trevor scoffed, “Well, I wanted to hear your voice.” I felt my cheeks redden as a simpered smile swept across my face. He had a way with words, or maybe it was his confidence. Whatever it was, it was working to charm me. “So, how was your day?”

Part of me didn’t really want to share the stress I was about to be under whenever I had to start the writing process, but there was something so alluring about him that made my thoughts pour right out of my mouth. “Well, I went down to Hillister to talk to Aubrey with the band,” I started. “Turns out she wants a new album and, of course, I naively insisted on writing our own music.” I could hear him laugh on the other line, causing me to laugh as well. “I thought it was a good idea at the time!”

“I think that’s a good thing, Hayden.” His words were so reassuring, it made me feel comforted even while I was in my own bed just talking to him on the phone. I met this man yesterday, well *re-*met, and I already feel a deep connection to him. I couldn’t tell whether it was a bad thing or a good thing. “Maybe the park can give you some inspiration tomorrow.”

I rolled my eyes and let out a small laugh, “God, no! I don’t wanna focus on any writing tomorrow.” I wanted to enjoy my time hanging out with Trevor, Mal, and Jamie tomorrow, not worrying about what words rhyme with that. “Plus, I don’t think you want to see my method of songwriting.”

Trevor chuckled, “I could help.” I erupted into a fit of laughter which led him to laugh along with me. “No! Hear me out!” When he grew quiet, I assumed he was coming up with something stupid in his head. “Something about Pearson Park staring at a crushed-up leave,” he said, though he spoke with a flat tone I could tell he was smiling. “What rhymes with leaves?”

“Wishing that you didn’t leave?” I suggested.

“You just rhymed leave with leave,” he laughed. ”It’s harder than you think, Trevor!” I covered my eyes with my hand as I laughed. “I don’t want to dread over lyrics anymore. How was your day?”

“Meh,” he answered, “I had practice today and I kind of just went to the bar with a couple of teammates.” I nodded my head while listening to what he said, chiming in with ’mhm’ occasionally. “I’ve just been waiting for tomorrow all week. It was fun hanging out with you after the game a couple of nights ago.”

I felt the butterflies swarm my stomach hearing how much reuniting with me meant to him. I wanted to squeal, but instead, I attempted to keep my voice steady as I answered him, “Yeah. I’m excited for Sunday too.” My voice still couldn’t hide the fat smile stretched across my face.

“Oh, shit,” Trevor said as I heard the sound of buzzing from his end of the phone. “I have to take this call, but I’ll call you sometime tomorrow, alright?”

It caught me off guard at the sudden shift of tone, but I brushed it off. “Yeah, of course,” I said. That sounded too enthusiastic for my liking, but I had already talked. “Bye, Trevor.”

“Bye, Hayden.” The line disconnected. I pulled the phone away from my ear and placed it back on the nightstand where it rested originally. How was I supposed to fall asleep now after Trevor gave me that schoolgirl crush thrill? Maybe I could try and shut my eyes for a bit and pray that I’ll fall asleep, but as soon as I did that, I groaned again.

I forgot to tell Mal.

I didn’t feel like getting out of bed, I was in a warm cozy cocoon made of various blankets and stuffed animals. “Mal!” I screamed, trying my best to catch her attention. “Come in here!” My throat strained from how loud I yelled, but how else would she have heard me?

My door opened shortly after and there crept in Mal who looked as if she had just gotten called into the principal’s office. I was too tired to interrogate her about whatever she may have done to warrant me possibly being angry with her. “You're coming with me to Pearson Park Sunday,” I said as more of a demand than a request. I had already told Trevor that she had agreed and I hadn’t even run it through her yet.

Mal’s shitting bricks expression shifted to a look of annoyance in an instant. “But I planned on binging Criminal Minds all day with Alex all day,” she whined.

I knew that the next to come out of my mouth would cause a reaction, excitement I assumed. “Trevor invited me to hang out with him at Pearson Park Sunday with Jamie and I thought you—”

“JAMIE DRYSDALE?!” she shrieked, causing my ears to ring more than they did after being in a packed arena Tuesday night. I nodded my head, too scared to verbally answer her. “HAYDEN ARE YOU SERIOUS??! I WOULD LOVE TO COME!” Seeing the frightened look on my face due to her excessive screaming and jumping around my room, she took a couple of deep breaths as she gave me a more sophisticated answer. “As your friend, it’s my duty to accompany you while meeting two men you don’t know.” When I gave her a thumbs up in response, she again squealed and rushed over to the bed.

She pounced on me and tackled me with a hug, causing me to let out a wheeze in pain. “Please, calm down!” I begged her as she got off of me and made her way to leave my room.

“I love you, Hayden! You don’t know how much this means to me!” She then skipped out of my room, singing with joy as she shut the door behind her. I was very well aware of how much this meant to her, but I wasn’t aware of how much it meant to her and how she would react.

Finally, I could try to get some sleep if I ignored Maliyah’s muffled yells through the walls as she explained to Weston or Alex about her excitement.

🎶

In the days leading up to Mal’s official meet-up with Jamie and Trevor, she didn’t stop talking about it. There were a variety of topics she would talk about that somehow led back to Sunday. “Do you like this top?” Mal asked after breaking into my room, holding up a sage green halter top.

I was on the phone with Trevor when she came into the room, so I said, “Hang on, Trev.” I didn’t bother muting myself since I didn’t care if he heard our conversation, it was just about a shirt after all. “I think it’s cute.”

“Okay, good because I was thinking about wearing it Sunday,” she said with a smile on her face. “Do you know what you’re wearing yet?”

I shrugged my shoulders and answered, “Just something casual.”

Mal’s vacant hand rested on her hip as she slightly popped it out. “You can’t just dress casual for your date,” she huffed.

“She’s right,” Trevor agreed. I forgot that I had placed him on speaker mode, so Mal was able to hear him loud and clear. “You can’t dress casually on our date.”

My cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment, Mal’s hand flying over her mouth as she mouthed ’I’m so sorry!’ I completely ignored her and just responded to Trevor instead, “Trevor, you didn’t say it was a date,” I said in an obviously sarcastic tone.

“We can easily change that if you like,” he offered. My eyes just about popped out of my head as my cheeks became hotter than I thought they humanly could. Mal squealed for me and rushed out of my room. I just dismissed it with a laugh, not saying yes or no since I wasn’t opposed to the idea.

Mal settled on the halter top with a pair of black bell-bottom jeans. She had her hair up into a clip that was similar to the green halter and tied it together with a pair of black Converses. Even though I knew Mal was partially joking when she said ’I shouldn’t dress casually for my date’ and possibly so was Trevor, they were right. I needed to dress better than just sweatpants and a hoodie.

I had landed on a black lacy mid-drift tank top, a jean miniskirt, and a maroon zip-up hoodie. I paired it with a pair of ruffly socks and Mary Janes. It was warmer than I thought it would be, but my outfit still fit the autumn weather aesthetic.

Trevor had let me know that he and Jamie were waiting by the tennis courts — located on the other side of the park from our current location. Though it was annoying to walk that far in a pair of Dr. Martens, it gave Mal some time to take in the reality of her situation. She was now absolutely freaked out, launching into a full panic. “What if they think I’m annoying, Hayden? What if I talk too much? What if I don’t talk enough for their liking?” The nerves oozed out of her pores as she rambled.

Hearing her go on and on about the ’What ifs was starting to affect me. “Mal,” I finally cut her off, “you need to relax. If Trevor is able to put up with me, then he’ll possibly be able to deal with you.” She gasped, a smile breaking through before she playfully hit me in the arm. I giggled in response, shoving her away. “In all seriousness! They’re going to like you and if they don’t, then I’ll stop seeing Trevor.”

Mal’s arms crossed her chest while she rolled her eyes. “I highly doubt that,” she replied.

“No, it’s not,” I answered. “Bros before hoes.”

A snicker broke through as her nose crinkled. “I never want you to say that again.”

All I could reply with was, “Fair.”

After what felt like a mile, I could finally see the tennis courts. Relief washed over my body even more than when Mal stopped her nervous rambles. When we got closer, I could see Trevor and Jamie sitting on a bench by the entrance gate talking to each other. They were too lost in their conversation to even notice our silhouettes in the distance.

I yelled out to him, “Trevor!” His head perked up as his head spun in my direction. Jamie’s attention also shifted to us, a faint grin appearing on his own face.

They both got up from the bench and made their way toward us, Trevor leading the way. He greeted me with a hug and said, “Hi, Hayden.” He held me for a couple of seconds before letting go and turning to Maliyah. “Hey, Mal. I’ve heard a lot of things about you. Good things of course!” Instead of holding out his hand to shake, he gave her a one-armed hug.

She was grinning from ear to ear as she responded, “I’ve heard good things about you too. Many good things.” She glanced over at me and gave me a wink. She let go of him and turned to Jamie, who stood with his hands in his pockets. “Hi, I’m Maliyah! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jamie!”

He expressed a shy smile as he sheepishly held out his hand. “Also nice to meet you.” He looked over at me and greeted me with a nod. “Hi, Hayden.”

“Hi,” I gave him a small wave.

“Trevor never shuts up about you around the house,” he teased the other.

My heart skipped a beat as I glanced up at Trevor, who was blushing. “You guys live together?” I shifted the topic so I could learn more about Jamie. I also didn’t want Trevor to grow gradually more embarrassed.

“Oh, yeah!” Trevor answered. “We live in a condo with our other teammate, Leo.”

The small talk continued for a couple of minutes until we all agreed that standing around outside of the tennis court wasn’t the ideal lounging spot. “Alright, guys! As much as I love hanging around this vacant tennis court, I’m sure there are other things we can do,” he joked, following the comment with a small chuckle. “Where should we go?”

Trevor’s eyes landed on me which somehow led the other two to follow suit. I was the worst at making decisions which is why I was a little aggravated. “Let’s see…” My voice trailed off and I let out a thoughtful hum. There was everything nearby, and I couldn’t even come up with a single place. “I used to work by that Starbucks down the street. Y’know, the one on North?”

Jamie nodded, “Yeah. I’m down for that.”

Trevor then nodded his head as well. “Alright, we could probably walk there. It’s not too far, right?”

I plastered a fake smile on my face and replied, “Not at all.” The walk from our parking spot to the tennis courts was further than the walk to Starbucks, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that my Mary Janes would make the walk feel even longer than it was because my feet would be in agonizing pain. I should’ve worn my Converse instead.

I hid my pain as we walked down the sidewalk, occasionally crushing dead leaves that fell from the park trees. We turned onto the sidewalk next to the main road and joined the other pedestrians. We weren’t being recognized, which made me feel like I had my old life again. It was kind of a relief.

We walked in pairs, Mal and Jamie in the front and Trevor and I behind them. During Trevor and I’s comfortable silence, I listened in on Mal and Jamie’s conversation about hockey and her essentially fangirling. “My dad was a big Ducks fan when I was growing up, but I’m pretty sure every dad is here in Anaheim,” Mal joked with him.

Jamie laughed and looked down at her, “Yeah. That and teenage girls on TikTok. The number of edits I’ve seen of myself to ’Agora Hills’ by Doja Cat on my feed is insane. I didn’t know I was popular like that.” For being an NHL player, he was really humble.

“Are you kidding? You’re my favorite defenseman!” Mal beamed at him, causing a shy smile to form on his face as his cheeks tinted a faint pink color. It was cute. Mal’s worries had clearly dissolved into nothing as her bubbly personality took control.

I looked back up at Trevor, who also watched the interaction between the two in front of us. He noticed that I had focused my attention back on him and met my gaze, flashing me a smile. “I’m really glad you agreed to come,” he said.

“So am I,” I replied. “I would’ve been crazy to say no. You’re irresistible.” He reminded me of a puppy. It didn’t matter what they did, they still made your heart melt with their glittery eyes.

Trevor’s eyes were definitely my kryptonite, his smile being a close runner-up. There was a momentary staring contest between us until he broke the silence as he said, “Oh! You wanna see the pic of us from that first gig?”

He really kept the picture after all this time? How was one able to not fall head over heels for him? “Duh!” He whipped his phone out of his pocket and typed in the passcode, aggressively scrolling through the pictures on his phone.

It wasn’t until he had his arm up I noticed the tattoos. I didn’t see it when we first hung out since he was wearing a long sleeve shirt and he never really talked about them. “I really like your tattoos,” I complimented him. ’I really like your tattoos’ translated to ’Your tattoos are so attractive and are a major turn-on for me’ in my language.

He glanced away from his phone and checked out his arm, looking over the tattoos. “Thanks! They’re my most prized possession other than my massive arms.” I shook my head as I rolled my eyes, a giggle falling from my lips. He wasn’t wrong though, his arms were like cannons. He went back to his phone and continued on his hunt, his eyes squinted before his face lit up. “There it is!” I adverted my gaze from his biceps back up to his face.

He handed me the phone with the selfie of us on his screen. In the picture. Trevor had his arm around me as I held up the peace sign. All this time, I had relied on my memory to remember what he looked like when I first saw his interview. Seeing it here in person, the differences between him then and now were massive.

In this picture, he had a haircut similar to a little boy’s and just had such a young look to him. Trevor now, on the other hand, looked more like a man. He was far more filled out and had grown his hair out longer. I could even see some hair growing on his chin.

My mouth popped wide open when I finally got to my old self. “Oh my God!” I gasped as I zoomed in close to my face, disgusted by the makeup that caked onto my face. I wore rose pink blush on my face which made me look like a clown, crooked thick eyeliner, an eyebrow slit on my right eyebrow. “I look awful in that!” I then looked at my hair, still it’s natural brown color, which had choppy layers and patchy blonde highlights. I didn’t know how to feel knowing that he was attractive to me when I looked like that.

“Don’t say that,” he said as he took the phone from my hands. “You just look different than you do now. Though I will say the blonde is much prettier, not like you weren’t before.”

“Trevor!” I squealed. “Stop, you’re actually making me blush.” I couldn’t maintain eye contact with him any longer. My hand flew over my mouth as I turned my head away. I saw the Starbucks logo in the distance and pointed. “We’re here!”

We went inside the Starbucks and looked around the establishment. The nostalgia washed over me like a wave as I took in every square inch of the place. Sometimes I missed working here and joking around with Alex, spraying whipped cream into each other's mouths when we had opening shifts together.

The place wasn’t usually busy on Sunday afternoons. The only people who occupied the tables were college and high school students studying silently on their laptops, middle schoolers gossiping in the corners, and elders either in groups or enjoying their own presence.

Trevor looked down at me and asked, “What do you want, Hayden? It’s on me.”

A hand flew over my heart as I pouted at him. “Really?” He nodded his head, pulling out his wallet. “I want a Venti Pumpkin chair cold foam with 3 pumps of caramel.”

He smiled brightly as he nodded his head once. “Alright! Anything you want, Mal?”

She looked back at Trevor and shook her head. “No, Jamie’s already got me covered.” The boys got in line while Mal and I found ourselves a patio seat. “Trevor is flirting so hard! You two are adorable!” ”Oh, stop it.” A smile crept onto my face as I adverted my eyes away from her. Her squeals filled up the air as she sat across me at the table. “Seems like you and Jamie are getting along.”

She nodded her head and said, “Yeah! He’s really sweet, but I don’t know. I think of him more as a friend and I think he does too.”

“Valid,” I said nodding my head. I did consider this an opening for me to interrogate Mal on her love life as she did mine. “Is there anyone that’s sparked your interest?” I asked as I scooted closer to the table, leaning slightly forward.

She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, “Not really. I mean there are a lot of people who have slid into my Insta DMs. Did I ever tell you JoJo Siwa slid into my DMs?”

My mouth gaped open, “Uh, no! When?!”

“During June,” she answered while giggling. “It was after I posted the pics of us at the LA Pride parade during tour. She was like ’Can I shoot my shot with you?’ and I was like ’Sadly no’. Left me on read after that.” I let out a loud pig-like snort before throwing my hand over my mouth, shocked by the sound. Mal erupted into laughter after this, also covering her mouth. Mal and I bicker a lot like sisters, but we also share wholesome moments like this like sisters. We loved each other like sisters after all. I couldn’t ask for a better girl best friend.

Mal glanced back behind me and she pulled her hand away. I looked back and saw Trevor and Jamie with both our drinks. I straightened my posture and looked back ahead at Mal. Trevor sat down next to me and placed the drink in front of me. “Here’s your pumpkin chai cold brew.”

I took the drink from him and held it up. “Thank you, Trevor!” He clanked his cup against mine and took a sip. “What did you get?” I asked.

“Oh, just a Venti hot cocoa. I’m a child at heart,” he said as he put a hand over his heart. I nodded my head as I took a sip of my own drink. Happiness filled my body as the cold brew hit my bloodline. Trevor put his drink on the table and glanced at Mal then back at me. “So, Jamie and I were talking and we wanted to know if you guys wanted to come to this Halloween party on the 22nd. Chase wanted me to invite the entire band since he’s a huge fan.”

“Chase?” My eyebrows furrowed as I glanced over at Mal, hoping she would be familiar with the name. She also had a puzzled expression on her face.

“Chase Hudson,” Trevor reiterated. Chase Hudson?! As in Lil Huddy?!

“Really?!” Mal asked, reciprocating the same bug-eyed expression as me.

Jamie nodded, “Yeah! When he found out that Trevor was talking to Hayden, he immediately gave him 4 extra tickets for you guys.”

Mal and I met each other’s gaze, the shock turning into us breaking out into smiles. “What do you say? You down?” Trevor asked, bringing the cup to his lips.

“Yes!” Mal and I answered in sync.

Mal then waved her hands around. “Wait a minute! You told Chase that you and Hayden are talking?” A smile crept onto her face.

“I mean, yeah. Is that not the right term?” he asked, looking back down at me.

Oh shit. “Uh, yeah. I guess it is,” I answered, giving him a sheepish smile.

Trevor expressed the same smile back to me. “Okay,” he said, taking my hand in his. “Good.”

#trevor zegras x oc #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras smut #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras #apricot’s fanfics #hockey fanfiction

[chaoticace2005]

Tagged from @xxqueenofdragonsxx I clicked new post instead of reblog on accident I guess and it would let me copy it over so I’m just gonna do it here:

1. Were you named after anyone? Yeah, my parents idea for my first name came from someone famous. Middle name is passed down through family (although I hate it)

2. When was the last time you cried? Hmm I don’t really know… a couple weeks ago?

3. Do you have kids? No, I might adopt in the future or smth because I figure there are a lot of people who need homes. And if I want to be a parent I can help out someone who needs it, rather than bringing a child into the world. (Also I’m aroace so reproduction is iffy.) But I’m gonna wait until I settle down with my career.

4. What sports do/have you played? I did a few seasons of soccer when I was younger (although I wasn’t super good) and I did a summer of water polo. But I’m not really doing anything right now. Although if there was a sport for napping I’d probably do well. Honestly I’ve gotten more bruised/Injured in theater though than sports.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Yes, sometimes, I try to make it obvious when I do though because a lot of the time what I say doesn’t come out right or lacks the correct tone. It can be hard for me to catch when others use it though.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people? Hmm I don’t really know? I kind of get a basic outline of their face and hair, and go from there. Although eye color can be someone that catches my attention, although that requires me to make eye contact which can be difficult sometimes.

7. What’s your eye color? Like golden brownish? Amber?

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings! I can’t watch horror. I already get anxious regularly, I don’t wanna make myself MORE for fun. Plus once I’m scared/set off it’s hard for me to recover, so I try to avoid stressors.

9. Any talents? I do theater sometimes, and I really like sciences.

10. Where were you born? The US

11. What are your hobbies? Reading fanfic, watching shows, puzzles, writing, walks in nature, baking.

12. Do you have any pets? 2 chihuahua mixes back with my parents, and a leopard gecko at my dorm

13. How tall are you? 5 feet. I’m short but it’s also an easy height to remember.

14. Favorite subject in school? Science! Anatomy, chemistry, biology, they’re all great!

15. Dream job? Audiologist. Working specifically to help people who may usually not have access to services and also helping to give people options when it comes to their lives. Rather than forcing a certain medical model and expectation onto them.

Tags (no pressure): @ozzersauce

#reblog game #questions

[setaripendragon]

Cress - Part 5

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 I think this was probably my favourite part to write, honestly. I did so much unnecessary research into Constantine's family tree to make the timeline make sense. I now have the entire Constantine lineage plotted out in a notebook somewhere. I'm probably never going to use it for anything, but I have it! =D John Constantine does not want to deal with this shit.

John is not having a great day. He’d started it hungover, and then his ex had dropped the spawn off round at his apartment because she had some emergency come up, so he’d been forced to turn down a job of his own. Which was not ideal, given his finances were not in the best of states. Then he’d panicked because Joanna was getting into all his magical tomes and cursed shit, and getting his daughter cursed would just be the rotten cherry on top of the already shitty cake of his life.

So having the doorbell ring out of the fucking blue right when he’s trying to convince the spawn to lie down for a fucking nap is perfectly in line with how this day is going. That is to say; bad. It makes him want to lie face-down on the floor and never get up again. “Right,” he tells Joanna. “You stay there, I’ll be right back.” He says it out of wishful thinking more than any real expectation of her doing what she’d told. She is, after all, his daughter.

He goes and opens the door – because he might as well get the next awful thing over and done with – to find some random bloke on his doorstep. He’s wearing a smart dove grey blazer over a t-shirt and fancy jeans, which makes him look like both a rich businessman and an asshole. It does not endear him to John at all. Neither does the fact that he’s actually kind of handsome when John looks past the rich asshole clothes. “Wot?” he asks, very flatly.

“Uh, are you Constantine?” the guy asks, which is not good. People who ask for him by just his last name are always looking for some kind of magic shit, and John is trying not to do too much magic shit around Joanna. It’s dangerous, for one thing, and also he’d rather his daughter didn’t follow him into this shit line of work.

“Not today,” John says flatly, but then adds, “come back next week,” because he can’t turn the fucker away entirely. He needs the money. Even if rich twats and magic are never a good combo. He’d suggest tomorrow, except Dani didn’t say how long this supposed ‘emergency’ of hers is supposed to last. Better to make it a week.

The man on his doorstep sighs like the delay of a mere week is enough of a disappointment to crush the air from his lungs, his eyes falling closed and shoulders slumping in tired resignation. John’s stupid fucking bleeding heart decides now is a good time to remind him it exists. And he’d been doing such a good job at forgetting it was there, too. “Oh, fucking fine,” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning against the jamb. “What is it?”

“I’m looking for someone,” the man begins hesitantly, like he’s not sure how best to go on.

John narrows his eyes. “Someone that don’t wanna be found?” he challenges darkly. “Cause I’m gonna need a lot more convincing before I agree to that, mate.”

The man shakes his head quickly. “No, he’s a friend. He missed a date last week, and- Well, I’ve had reason to wonder if he might be in trouble, these last couple of years, and this was the last straw. I just want to make sure he’s okay, that’s all.”

Well… Finding people with magic is generally pretty easy these days, what with most everyone forgetting magic is even a thing that might need to be guarded against. And it’s not usually dangerous to do a quick bit of scrying. At least, not unless you’re trying to peek in on Hell or the Fae Courts or something. So it should be okay to just get this done quick and get paid, even with Joanna in the house.

“I charge an hourly rate plus the cost of any components used in the requested spells, plus hazard pay if whatever you want doing results in potential loss of life or limb,” John informs the guy as a warning, even as he steps back to hold the door open wider; an invitation, just not a verbal one. Just in case.

He crosses the threshold without missing a beat, and none of John’s wards go off, so he’s not possessed or in any kind of magical disguise. Good enough. John herds him into the living room, ignoring the bland reassurances spilling out of the guy’s mouth that money isn’t a problem. As if John hasn’t figured that out for himself, thanks.

Joanna peeks over the back of the couch at them. John raises his eyes to the heavens. “I told you to stay in bed,” he chides. “It’s nap time.”

“No it’s not. It’s work time,” she corrects officiously. “I can help!”

“Sure you can,” John agrees, crouching down in front of the couch to look up at Joanna very seriously. She looks back, wide-eyed and triumphant. “You can help by going and having a nap so you’re not cranky later.”

Joanna scowls fiercely. “I’m not a baby,” she insists.

“No, you’re not. Don’t see what that’s got to do with having a nap. God knows I’d much rather be napping than working, and I’m all grown up and everything.”

“Then you go nap,” Joanna suggests slyly, “and I can do the magic.”

“Not a chance, squirt,” John informs her. “Go on, get. If you’re good and actually get some sleep, I’ll let you see one of the magic books at bedtime, alright? Just one!” he interjects before she can try to wheedle for more.

“Fine,” Joanna sighs, sliding off the couch to stomp back off to the bedroom.

John rolls his eyes again and shoves back to his feet, biting back a groan as his back complains at him. He’s only thirty, for god’s sake, and yet he feels so fucking old. “So, who are we looking for?” John asks as he drops unceremoniously into his favourite armchair, refusing to allow his customer any room to comment on the scene he just saw.

The bloke sits down on the newly vacated couch with a grimace. At first, John thinks he’s just being snotty about the ratty old couch, but then he says “I was hoping you’d be able to tell me,” in a very sheepish sort of voice, and he realises it’s in answer to the question.

“You don’t know your friend’s name?” he demands. Suddenly, he finds himself wondering exactly how much of that sob story the guy spun back on the doorstep was a lie specifically designed to get him through the door.

“He never told me!” the bloke protests, making a very good show of wounded innocence. “And after the fifth time we met up, it seemed a little rude to ask again.”

To be fair, John has admittedly gotten himself caught in a trap like that a time or two, so it’s not entirely implausible. He’s still not sure he believes it, but… God, he just wants this over and done with so he can get paid, and then maybe go have a nap right alongside Joanna. “Alright. Do you have a photo?” he asks.

The guy shakes his head.

“Some clothes of his?”

He shakes his head harder.

“Anything that’s been on his person?”

He hesitates, thinking, before shaking his head again.

“A lock of hair?”

That one wins him a snort and a very droll look.

“Do you have anything I can try to track him with?” John demands, at the very end of his rope and about two seconds away from being entirely done with this farce.

“I was hoping you would,” this fucking guy replies.

Yeah, John’s done. He stands up, and this fucking guy has the nerve to raise his hands in a placating gesture. “What the fuck is your game?”

“No game,” this fucking guy assures him. “I just assumed that, since you’re in the same business as ol’ Lady Jo, you might have some family stories of him. Maybe some family heirloom he gave her for that job he asked her to do? I honestly don’t know, but I’m grasping at straws here, and you’re the best lead I’ve got.”

“Old Lady Jo?” John echoes, not liking where this is going.

His fucking customer gives him a wary look. “You didn’t know your ancestor liked to muck about with the supernatural, too? She made a bit of a name for herself in the late seventeen hundreds.”

John had known that, actually. It was old stories about her, the ones his dad had passed down to him, that had inspired him to start playing with magic in the first place. And even though sometimes he regretted it more than anything, he’d still apparently had enough awe left in his heart to name his daughter after her.

But most of those stories had been set in the eighteen hundreds. The only one he could think of that was supposed to be that early in her life was the one about how she’d won a boon that set her on her course to make the Constantine name one to remember in the world of the occult.

“You’re looking for the Sandman?” John demands incredulously.

“The-” his customer begins, his eyes going very wide in a look of dawning, and faintly outraged, comprehension.

John snorts before he can help himself. “Jesus, you’re clueless,” he mutters, dropping back down into his chair reluctantly. To his surprise, his customer laughs at the comment instead of getting offended. It wins him a little bit of John’s good will back, but he can hardly dwell on it, because he’s coming to an unfortunate set of realisations of his own. He’s re-examining their whole conversation through this new lens of family history coming back to haunt him, and going cold right down to his fucking bones as the pieces click into place.

After all, it’s mid-July right now and the story of how Lady Joanna met the Sandman said that she’d ambushed him at a meeting with his immortal not-Jewish friend at the beginning of July every century. Hells, it’s the right year, too. And this man called the Sandman friend, and said he’d just recently missed a date, and knew about the job he’d tasked John’s ancestor with.“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m clueless,” he breathes in genuine horror at his own carelessness. “You’re him, aren’t you? The Wandering Jew.”

The asshole rolls his eyes. “I’m not-”

“-Jewish,” John finishes for him. “I know, but it’s not like you’ve introduced yourself, either. This time or the last.”

That gets a blink, and then a burst of startled laughter. “Oh, I’m picking up his bad habits now. Sorry. I’m Robert. Gadling, originally, but it’s Golding right now. My friends call me Hob.” He leans forwards to offer John a hand, which he shakes with a distant sense that this might just be the most normal weird thing to ever happen to him. It’s very surreal. “So, back to the issue at hand; can you find him? I mean, ‘the Sandman’ is more of a title than a name, isn’t it? Would that be enough?”

John can only stare at him helplessly. Gadling – should probably think of him as Golding, he probably wouldn’t appreciate his cover being blown by a careless word – stares back, desperate enough that John’s silence doesn’t even deter him. It’s a bit tragic. This blessed fucking idiot really doesn’t fucking know. The Dream Lord’s infamous immortal companion really is just as clueless as your average mortal moron.

“Mate,” John says, with emphasis enough to make Golding’s face fall. “Everyone’s been looking for the bloody Sandman. No one’s had any fucking luck for the last seventy years. What do you think the sleepy sickness is?”

Golding goes pale.

“Seventy years…?” he breathes in horror.

John nods, feeling pretty bad for the guy who’s just figuring all this out now, instead of having grown up with these facts like John did. Every Constantine from his grandfather down to his daughter knows that the sleepy sickness coincided with the disappearance of the Sandman.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Golding swears, punching the arm of the couch, before pressing that fist to his lips to stifle any further cursing. John personally thinks he’d feel a lot better if he just yelled for a bit, but he does appreciate the restraint, given there’s a – hopefully – sleeping kid in the bedroom just down the hall. Then he drops his hand and fixes John with a look that makes him want to stay very still until the threat passes.

John swallows hard and tries to wait it out, the hard calculations he can see going on behind Golding’s eyes. “Don’t make me regret this, Constantine,” he says direly. John doesn’t answer, because he can’t fucking know if he’s going to regret it, but he’s sure as fuck going to try not to get on this guy’s bad side. Golding is fucking immortal, after all, but John certainly fucking isn’t. “You said,” Golding begins, voice measured and cold, “that you could use a lock of hair to track someone.”

“You implied you didn’t have one,” John replies, just as measured.

“How about blood?”

John stares at this man. “You have the Sandman’s blood?” There’s no way, no possible way that he took it, right? So it had to be a gift. And here John had been thinking the Sandman hadn’t given Golding his name as a matter of trust. Clearly fucking not.

“After a fashion.”

John doesn’t have to be a genius to put that one together. After a fashion. After a fucking fashion. No wonder Golding opened with a fucking threat. John swallows hard and reaches out, fumbling blindly across the side-table for a pack of fags. He really rather desperately needs a smoke right now.

Because if word got out that this man has the Sandman’s fucking child in his keeping… John doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about it, but he is doing. It would be a fucking bloodbath. Occultists, magicians, exorcists, the ones with bad intentions and the ones with good – arguably worse, in John’s opinion, the sanctimonious fuckers – they’d all want a piece of this kid. It’s horrifying to think about, and it’s not the worst of it. At least, not for John personally.

Golding saw Joanna.

It doesn’t need to be fucking said that if John puts Golding’s… Ward? Kid? Adoptee? If he puts this kid in danger, Golding would pay him back measure for measure. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, hands trembling as he fails and fails to get his lighter to spark. “Fuck,” he swears, hands dropping. Golding reaches out slowly, gently takes the lighter from his lax, still shaking fingers, and sparks a flame for him.

John fatalistically accepts the help and leans forward to light his fag. He takes a deep drag as he sits back again. “You… you have the-” he tries, but he can’t actually bring himself to say it out loud.

“Yes,” Golding says flatly, turning John’s lighter over and over. “Can you find him?”

John breathes out a cloud of smoke. “I can fucking well try.”

#The Sandman #Hob Gadling #John Constantine #Joanna Constantine #kid fic #next gen oc #Hob is NOT HAPPY about having to tell anyone about Cress #John is NOT HAPPY to be TOLD about Cress #No one is happy in this chapter #Except the author >w>

[jakey-beefed-it]

Thoughts on depictions of Certain Villains using their depression as an excuse to be fuckstains in FFXIV. Under a cut because spoilers

Preface that I am enjoying the hell out of Endwalker and as a whole have nothing but good things to say about it. Including its portrayal of devastatingly bleak circumstances hammering home the sheer pervasive inescapable horror of despair. And the following isn’t even a complaint about the writing (except that I’m still Annoyed by the mincing camp-gay villain stereotype Fandaniel is), it’s just a pesonal beef with a certain type of person who is, tbh, not unreasonably portrayed in the game- the edgelord who takes his depression and makes it everyone else’s problem.

Maybe it’s the ‘Has struggled his whole life with depression’ in me but I have found myself struggling to regard a lot of these depressive bastards in Endwalker with anything but moderate to severe contempt. 

Fandaniel gets the worst of it; like, yeah, having the Fermi Paradox answered in that depressing a fashion after struggling with feeling like you’re the only one who cares at *all* about the well-being of ‘lesser’ creatures is gonna kick your teeth in, emotionally. Hermes, I get. Hermes, I sympathize with. 

And being reborn again and again only to confront that same nihilistic despair sucks! Feeling like you’re the only sane person surrounded by uncaring, unfeeling monsters sucks! Amon even gets some sympathy.

Fandaniel, though, the modern iteration that’s sort of the culmination of the two plus however many other lifetimes, is just so offensively bad a caricature of campy nihilism I just wanna roll my eyes so hard they come loose and rattle around my sinuses for a while. 

And collectively, the lot of them, like, I get it. I’m a depressive fucko, too. But you don’t... go around imposing that on others? That’s supremely immature in a way most literal children aren’t. It’s such pathetic wannabe edgelord behavior it just irritates me. 

There’s a music video, Radiohead’s ‘Just’. In it, some guy just lies down on the sidewalk and gives up. Okay. Fair, that’s certainly a choice I’ve been tempted to make. And people come along, and they ask him ‘wtf, man’ and he says ‘don’t worry about it, you don’t want to know’ but they insist for various Capitalist reasons that he Must Get Up and Get Back to Work (it’s very Metamorphosis in that regard) or at least tell them why, and of course he ends up doing so finally in a portion of the video where you see his mouth moving, but there are no captions, so you don’t know exactly what he said. But the next shot is of everyone else lying down on the pavement, too, so presumably it was the sort of existential despair on display with the various dragons and Ea we see recreations of in Ultima Thule.

That guy didn’t make it everyone else’s problem in any aggressive way, and while personally I’m of the opinion that such activities are better reserved for the privacy of one’s own home (depression naps all the way to actual suicide) rather than inflicting them on the general public, the POINT of the video is that the mere act of giving up/opting out is itself unacceptable to the whole Capitalist Machine, so sure, he does this in public because no matter where he does it it’s gonna be ‘disruptive’, might as well go for disruptive.

But yeah, anyhow back on track, Hermes and his reincarnations, Zenos, and the Meteia (though I don’t blame them so much given they were set up to fail by a shitty parent creator) are all about Making Their Depression Everyone’s Problem, and I just can’t abide that shit. What are you, twelve? Lashing out because surely nobody’s ever felt this way before? Meteion is a child, relatively speaking, hence she gets much more of a pass, but Hermes? Zenos?

Alisaie at least reads Zenos for filth.

The game is very good at Themes, and conveying the whole Meaning Is Where You Make It approach to nihilism, which I agree with enthusiastically and respect, but to contrast that you need some first year philosophy student wannabe Nietzcheans (who don’t even get HIM for that matter). I get it, but they do annoy me, perhaps because I have dealt with enough ‘dark enlightenment’ assholes who use their depression as an excuse to be the fucking worst.

Pull yourself together and plant a flower, ya fuckwads. Admittedly Eitherys doesn’t have prozac, but a tactile hobby and choosing to see the good when you can goes a long ass way.

Ya dicks.

#Jake plays Final Fantasy XIV #Endwalker spoilers

[loveisonaroll]

Things That Are Worth It: Baby No. 2

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

If you haven’t read Things That Are Worth It, you can read it here. 

A/N: I really loved the story line, so this is part of the TTAWI universe. I will be posting blurbs (that will probably be more like short fics) about the family of 5 and how Y/N and Jake handle being parents together. This is also a slight deviation of what I mentioned in TTAWI, but I liked this more. 

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: pregnancy and a little anxiety, but mostly fluff. Also unedited lol

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You looked down at the tests scattered across your bathroom counter. Positive. Plus sign. Pregnant. You rubbed your face harshly as you slouched against the door. You could hear Jake strumming his guitar as he softly sang to Vivy, who had only been in your lives for all of two months. You usually loved listening to and watching Jake as he serenaded your daughter, but now it was slowly adding to the pressure building in your head. 

How could this have happened? As you slid down the bathroom door to sit with your knees to your chest, you wracked your brain for the last time you and Jake had not used protection. You weren’t on birth control, as you just had never found one that worked well with your body, so the two of you had always been careful to use condoms or plan b when you didn’t have a condom available. 

However, a memory crept into your mind, and you pounded your palm against your forehead. It had been about a month before, when Josh and his girlfriend Sara had spent a Friday night in your guest room, and they had insisted you and Jake go back to bed the next morning while they watched after Vivy. The two of you had gotten back to your shared bed excited to get a couple extra hours of sleep while your guests took care of your little one. The bedroom was prime for a good nap, too. The shades had been lowered, and the black-out curtains created an almost pitch-black room. The bed sheets had been washed the night before, and your pillows still smelled of the lavender room spray you had doused them in while making the bed. The sound machine was playing soft and steady rainfall, which usually drifted all three of you quickly to sleep. Yet, five minutes passed and you still hadn’t been able to turn off your brain, extreme exhaustion counter-acting your goal.

“Baby? You awake?” Jake had asked softly, turning his head towards you to catch any movement.

“Yeah,” you had replied, sighing. “Unfortunately. I guess my body is too wound up.”

“I can think of something we can do to help us relax,” he whispered again, and you remember hearing the smirk in his voice as he grabbed your hands to hold above your head and crawled over you. “But you have to be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

The two of you had had slow and passionate sex, your orgasms gently lulling you to sleep. You remember Jake telling you to remind him to grab plan b at the drugstore later that afternoon, but the two of you had soon woken from your naps and jumped back into parenting a newborn. You don’t remember ever taking a plan b that day or discussing it further, so you knew that had to have been the night you had become pregnant. 

As you throw your head back against the bathroom door, you realize Jake had stopped playing, and another voice could be heard down the hall.

“Where’s Y/N?” you could hear who sounded like Sam ask Jake.

“I’m not sure. I think she’s in our bedroom…” Jake responded, his sentence trailing off into a whisper.

“Well, I’ll sit here with miss Vivy, if you’d like,” Sam said, and you knew Jake was probably headed to find you. 

Before you could scramble to stand up and hide the tests, a knock came from the other side of the door.

“Lovey? Are you okay in there?” 

“I-I’m okay,” you croaked out as you stood from your spot in front of the door. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until you spoke. 

Jake was silent for a moment, trying to register what was going on from your voice alone. “Will you open the door for me, baby girl? Just wanna see your face.”

Your face scrunched up for a moment, thinking about your sweet husband. He has always been your rock, even from across oceans, and he always eased you into talking about your troubles when he knew something was up. He is always the strong tree of refuge in a flood, the one familiar face in a crowd of strangers, and most importantly, the one person who could ground you in reality. 

Although this news was scary and untimely, you knew Jake was the one person to calm your fears. So you grabbed the tests in one hand and wiped your face with your shoulder as you reached for the doorknob with the other. You nervously placed your hand behind your back when the door swung open to reveal your husband, a lopsided smile taking over your features.

“Hey baby, whatcha doin in here?” Jake stepped into the bathroom, eyebrows furrowed as he placed his hands atop your shoulders and rubbed them up and down your arms.

“I, um, well—” you stuttered, focusing on Jake’s pendant necklace handing on his bare chest visible between his open button-down. Your mind drifted in that moment, wondering if Jake had been doing skin-to-skin with Vivy before he sang her to sleep. The picture made you smile softly, and you almost forgot about your immediate situation until you felt Jake’s hand drift down to your wrist held behind your back. 

“What do you have back here?” He asked gently, stopping at your wrist to rub small circles with his thumb. Jake would never forcefully rip something out of your hands, especially something you felt the need to hide, but you flinched anyways. 

“Oh,” was all you could manage to say before you slowly brought both of your hands in front of you and displayed the tests the best you could between your palms. 

Jake’s eyes flitted down from your face to the contents of your open hands, and you could see his eyes widen slightly.

“I know, babe, I don’t know what we’re going to do. I mean, this is not how we planned this, it’s not how we planned anything. And we finally got into the swing of things with Vivy, and I know it’s already been tough on the ban—” your rambling was cut off by an airy chuckle as a smile crept its way onto Jake’s face. 

Jake’s chuckle turned into a full belly laugh, and you couldn’t tell if he was truly elated or having a psychotic break until he squished your cheeks together to place a firm kiss to your lips. 

“Wha-?” you started, confused by Jake’s reaction. You knew he would have acted more positive than you to keep you from losing your shit, but you expected at least some anxiety peeking through his usually cool demeanor. This time, his excitement was evident and almost contagious, and you could hardly bite back an, albeit surprised, smile.

“You’re pregnant!” Jake spoke against your lips as he kissed you again. “I can’t believe this. Honestly, I know the timing is a little off, but I think this is a great thing.”

“You do?”

“I do. Baby, the last two months have been so hard, but I love our little girl and I love you, and I can’t wait to have another little to chase after. They will probably be best friends,” Jake gushed, and your heart was melting. 

“But Jake how are we going to handle two little babies? We haven’t even fully figured out the one we have.” You once again looked down at the pendant around Jake’s neck.

“Will we ever have it fully figured out?” He asked, ducking down to catch your downcast eyes. “Besides, we each have two arms, so I think we could handle even a couple more. And if you want to count my siblings’ arms, we have even more limbs for carrying babies.”

The two of you laughed, and you snuggled into Jake’s chest as he enveloped you in his arms and kissed your temple. Jake spent the rest of the night telling you how much he loved you, kissing your still flat tummy, and whispering sweet words to your daughter about her soon to be sibling. Although the timing was unsuspected, your heart swelled tenfold that night, and you knew if you were doing it with Jake, it would always be worth it.

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #jake kiszka fic #jake gvf #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x reader #dad!jake #sam kiszka #TTAWI #Jake kiszka fluff #Jake kiszka angst #Jake kiszka imagine

[jtranageder1]

Ok i’ve been tagged by @fryeryeryer to do this getting to know me sorta thing so here we goooo :3

Last Song: Strange but it’s Claire de Lune, i have this one video that i’ve already posted to my blog that has the song in it but i also just love the song so i had to listen to the full thing again. I don’t listen to much classical music but by god is it fucking good. Aside from that the last thing i listened to was the entirety of the Brutal Orchestra soundtrack the other day cause i was going to take a nap and i had the songs stuck in my head so i decided to throw on the soundtrack and chill.

Currently Watching: I’ve been watching Evangelion at the suggestion of a friend, pretty good so far, i think i’m on like episode 19 now? not watched any episodes in like a week or two though. also Doctor Who!!!! need to charge my laptop so i can watch more, need to finish Hell Bent.

Currently Reading: There’s this book i’ve been slowly reading for a while called The Tapestries of Life that’s about the way we interact with nature and all sorts of interesting things about humanity and nature intertwined. I love cool books with interesting stuff like that, the author also has a book about insects i desperately want to read once i finally finish this book. I also want to read Dune at the suggestion of @fryeryeryer

Currently Obsessed With: a few things honestly. First of all i’m always obsessed with bugs. they’re very cool :3. I’ve also been obsessed with the games i always play on repeat, Destiny 2 (even if it’s kinda in a shit spot rn tbh), Risk of Rain 2 (finally got back home with my PC so i can play it), and Brutal Orchestra, which i think may have passed RoR2 as my favorite game. In terms of more recent specific obsessions, GECKOS!!! I wanna get a leopard gecko really badly here soon cause i need a lil friend rn.

wahoo i think that’s it, now j need to tag people but i don’t really know a lot of people on tumblr so uhhhhhh @meekyc23 @weevilsdaily @fuckyeahcoelacanths @hoveringwatcher @kyuhusky @miaoo03 @crevicedwelling @vantasable that’s all the people i actually know on here plus some cool accounts yippe

#brutal orchestra #fucking play brutal orchestra #also #Risk of Rain 2 #long blog posts like this are fun i might just go about mad rambling more often even if no one follows me

[urmumsdrycooch]

ᕼOᑭE YOᑌ'ᖇE ᕼᗩᑭᑭY

Victoria Chase x Reader

Summary: Bunch of nonsense about Vic having a crush. Basically a Vic version of the Kate one I posted but sad.

Warning: Swearing, sexual references, can’t remember anything else.

It had never occurred to me how much the smallest things in life can mean to you. I'm sure Max had told me something along those lines before, but come on, the hippie says a lot.

I never really understood what she meant until I learnt just how true it was.

Sure, I appreciated a lot, but not enough.

"Are you fucking dumb, Y/n?" Victoria hisses.

"Do I look like the kind of person to take fucking Picasso shots?" I return, shrugging my shoulders.

"Picasso was a-" She rolls her balls into fists and stretches her arms down her sides, "Fuck me- Just- Move back!" She snaps.

I groan placing a hand on my forehead. Victoria was always too picky over her photos, yet she always chose me to take them.

But, sooner or later, it finally clicked.

Victoria was always so critical of my photos because she wanted to look good, as per usual. But not only did she want it for herself. She wanted me to see it. I soon notice her constant urge to impress me and make me swoon over her.

I was blind at the time, Victoria had tried so many different ways to win me over, and I didn't notice.

I could've seen her in a totally different way so early on if I had opened my damn eyes.

Now that I finally see things through Victoria's perspective, I make a conscious effort to appreciate her more.

Sure, she can be a little too demanding at times, but it's only because she wants to give me her best. And I love her for that.

Now, whenever I look at her or any of her photos, I not only see Victoria's incredible beauty, but I also see the love and care she put into every shot. The love and care she put in for me.

The story was bumpy, but what story isn't?

Vic and I walk out of our English class, her fixed posture stood tall, whilst mine slightly slumped. To sum it up, I look like trash compared to her.

Vic turns to me with her usual bitch-face.

"Hey, you," she says quite sharply, though if anybody who knew Victoria heard that, they'd be grateful. "The photos of me last night weren't so shit. Have you been practising?."

I know Vic is always very picky about her photos, so for her to say that my photos aren't so shit... Well, it's something.

"Of course Vic," I joke with a roll of my eyes.

"Well, I've got Mr Jefferson's class now."

"Ew, that creep. I don't like him. At all."

"Shut up, you don't know shit about his work. Plus, he's the galaxy and I'm his star. Well, when he shifts his focus off of that hipster freak." She explains until we're both standing outside of her class.

"There are many stars in the galaxy. But I'm sure you burn the brightest in his perverted eyes, have fun with the creep."

Time Skip

I wake up from my afternoon nap to Victoria violently shaking my shoulder

"What?" I groan, rubbing my eyes.

"We need to go."

"No."

"We are going, get up." She orders

"We? Wherever it is, can't you just take Taylor or Courtney?" I point out.

"No, I need a normal person." She drags me out of my bed, out of my room and into hers.

"I wouldn't have been so resistant if you told me we were going down the hall."

She huffs, holding many pieces of clothing.

"Mine and Nathan's parents are having a meeting, and I don't know what to wear." She complains, throwing the clothes she holds onto her bed.

"It shouldn't matter, should it? Anything will look good." I answer, still half-asleep.

I'd never seen Victoria's room in such a state, this must mean quite a lot to her.

"Just tell me which outfit you like the most."

Victoria eyes me suspiciously as if she suspects something. If I'm being honest, what is there to suspect, I just wanna go back to bed.

"Do you not understand how important this is? Do you know how they'll react if I even take a sip of water wrong?" She snaps.

"Of course not, I'm not the one going to a meeting."

"But you know what they're like, they're going to be so critical."

I yawn, not wanting to get dragged into this.

"Just pick something."

She finally decides on a black dress, with a lace overlay. It's simple but elegant.

"Do you think this is too much?" She asks, spinning around.

I shake my head, it's perfect.

"But what if they don't like it?" She overthinks worriedly

"They're going to love it, trust me." I assure her, "Now can I go back to sleep?"

"Yes, you can. Thank you for the minimal input." She rolls her eyes.

"It's what I'm best at." I smile while walking back to my dorm.

Time Skip

I'm sat down on the grass outside with Hayden and Justin, talking about useless nonsense to pass the time. Victoria and her crew come outside and join us, and we all fall into a comfortable silence. The sun is shining and the breeze is blowing, and it's the perfect day.

Victoria seems to be in a much better mood today, and I'm glad to see her smiling. We all sit and chat for a while, I manage to catch Victoria's occasional glances at me every once in a while.

Eventually, the conversation dwindles and we all fall into our own thoughts. I'm sitting here, enjoying the peace and quiet, when I feel someone sit down next to me. I glance over and see Victoria, looking at me with a small smile.

"Hi." She says quietly

"Hi," I reply, equally as quiet.

We sit there for a few moments, just looking at each other before she scoots closer.

I hesitantly scoot closer to her, not entirely sure what's happening. She reaches over and takes my hand, and I'm suddenly very aware of how close she is.

"I wanted to say thank you." She says quietly

"For what?" I ask, completely confused

"For being there for me. You've been really supportive and I really appreciate it." She continues,

"I know I can be a pain sometimes and I'm sorry for that."

"Wow. Uh, no problem."

I'm taken aback by her words, and I'm not sure what to say. I'm glad she knows I'm here for her, but I never expected her to say something like this.

"You don't have to thank me, Victoria. I'm just here for you." I tell her honestly.

Silence fills the air and I begin to get bored. "Guys, I'm got some homework to do, I'll see you later," I say as I stand up.

Once I'm up on my feet, I feel a hand around my wrist, I look down to see Victoria, "Hey, can I come with you?" She asks, I simply nod in return and help her up.

It's pretty unusual for Victoria to leave a group of her friends for one person, I guess I'm blessed.

We walk through the school to the dorm and make our way inside. We step inside my room and I take a seat at my desk as Vic sits on my bed.

I focus on my homework, but I can't help but keep glancing over at Victoria. She's sitting on my bed, flipping through one of my textbooks, but I can tell she's not really reading it.

I ignore it and return to the book in front of me.

Suddenly, I feel a warm body next to me and I turn to see Victoria. She's looking at me with those beautiful green eyes, "Can I kiss you?" She asks quietly.

I don't even respond, I just lean in and kiss her. Our lips meet and it feels like electricity is passing between us. We kiss harder, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.I reach up and wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. She moans softly and I can feel her body trembling against mine. We break away from the kiss, both of us gasping for air.

"That was, uh-"

We stare into each other's eyes for a moment, both of us realizing what just happened.

"We shouldn't have done that," Victoria says, her voice trembling and full of regret.

"I know," I reply, "but I don't regret it."

I reach up and brush a stray strand of hair away from her face, then lean in and kiss her again. We kiss passionately, our bodies intertwined. We can't keep our hands off each other and we start making out furiously. Victoria pushes me back on the bed and starts to undress me. "Are you sure you want this?" I ask her, and she runs a hand through my hair, "I don't think I would want anything more."

Time Skip

I wake up, feeling a cold body against my back. Small breaths against my neck, wake me up. Oh shit.

I can't believe what I'm doing. I'm lying in bed with Victoria, and we just had sex. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help myself. Victoria is so beautiful, and I can't resist her.

I keep trying to tell myself that this is a mistake and that I shouldn't be getting involved with her. But I can't help myself. I can't stop thinking about her. I want her, and I'm going to have her.

I know I'm going to regret this, but I can't help myself. I'm falling for Victoria, and there's nothing I can do about it.

She stirs, her arm slightly tighter around my waist.

The once even breathing now stops and a more strangled and unsteady one takes its place.

Her arm removes itself, "Why did we do it?" She questions in a bitter tone as she sits up.

"Don't ask me, you came onto me!" I answer, placing my back against the wall and using the covers to cover my body.

"Well, do you regret it?"

"Of course." I lie, believing the blonde thought the same.

No. It wasn't a mistake nor did we regret it, neither of us could admit the truth. We were too stubborn and big-headed.

"Okay. Well, I'll see you later." And with that, she put on her clothes and left.

Time Skip

My English class soon came around a couple of days later, and I really wasn't looking forward to it. Vic and I hadn't spoken since yesterday morning.

I walk into the class a few minutes late and take my seat next to Victoria. It was definitely awkward, to say the least, but, it shouldn't be. I've slept with people and it's been normal after, why is this any different?

"Vic, are you okay?"

She ignores me, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Can we talk, please?"

"I'm not in the mood, Y/n," Victoria grumbles.

"Okay, sorry. But, when you are in the mood, can we talk?" I smile, but it soon falters when I don't get one in return.

"Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"What you've done."

"And what exactly have I done?"

"Get a fucking clue." She bites, in a hushed tone, catching me off-guard.

"I hope you're happy, Y/n." She says bitterly, "You've finally managed to make me fall for you, and you don't feel the same.."

She wipes her eyes, "Victoria, wait." I reach out to her hand, but she swats my hand away.

Without batting an eye at me, she says, "Don't say anything. Just... don't."

I didn't appreciate my feelings for her, and I paid the price. She wouldn't speak to me for a couple of months. It wasn't the same as it was before. I wish I could tell her, but I know I can't. She'll never trust me again.

I don't know what to do.

I can't give up, I just can't.

She's the most important thing to me now.

The more I lost her, the more she meant. Ironic isn't it?

When I did grow the lady-balls, yep, lady-balls, to confess to her, I was interrupted. I don't know whether it was fate or the world screwing me over, but I was interrupted by Max. Fucking Max.

And, of course, this leads to Victoria unleashing her wrath on the hippie.

The moment of truth ripped from my hands.

God, I was so angry at myself, Blackwell, Arcadia Bay, the whole fucking world.

I want to go back in time and change everything. I want the chance to tell her how I feel, but there's no way. I can't even find the strength to walk up to her again, do I really think I'll be able to find the courage to tell her how I feel?

There's only one girl, who I have ever loved.

I love Victoria Chase and it fucking kills me.

I never got to tell her and I'll never get the chance to, but I'll always love her, no matter what.

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #life is strange before the storm #Life is Strange: Before The Storm #life is strange true colors #victoria chase #victoria chase x reader #max caufield #hayden jones #vortex club #nathan prescott #taylor christensen #courtney wagner #mr jefferson #justin williams

[smallestapplin]

You know what I wanna seee? Some Naga/Snake twins fluff. Who needs nsfw when you have fluff. Yes, I have a water gun this is a robber, put the fluff in the bag! Confessions? Bag em. Cuddles? Bag em boys! Any fluff you have please and thank you

- holding twins anon

Gasp! Oh my! Oh I am but a weak little thing! I cannot resists such a foul robbery. Oh whatever shall I do!

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🔲Ingo🔲

- The large snake man is the sweetest man you’ve ever met.

- Having met him just walking through the forest around your house, he was such a kind neighbor.

- You two just fell in sync together. And you fell in love, as did he.

- His confession was so cute too.

- Ingo had asked around his friends for human courting rituals so he could ask you. And with the answers he got he settled on flowers and food. He wants to show he is a good mate and can provide for you.

- So he showed up to your hang out spot, wild flowers in hand and a lot of berries.

- And a whole speech that his blushed and stammered through, handing you the items and only asking for your permission to court you.

- You agreed and that leads you to now.

- Living in his den. It’s much lower to the ground but it has the perfect basking spot nearby.

- The way Ingo likes to cuddle you is to pile his coils on top of the other and rests you on top of it.

- He much rather keep you in his arms than his coils.

- Ingo then rests his human upper half on top of you and just naps there.

- Your heart beat soothing the giant snake hybrid.

- Ingo is very curious about humans and their way of life. From his hybrid model friend who lives in the city he doesn’t ever want to go, but he will ask you a million questions.

- Started a garden with you so you could grown your own things. Trips to town don’t happen very often as you usually have all you need here, Ingo makes sure of that.

- But they still do happen cause you’re human, you work, and can’t eat what or like he can.

- Snakey kisses.

- He flicks his forked tongue against you, and when you giggle he keeps doing it cause you’re so cute.

- “My dear mate, the warmth you give me could never compare to the sun, I adore you so much.”

🔳Emmet🔳

- Approached you first.

- You were just hiking a trail and suddenly there he was. All starry eyed and curious, he was so energetic you got roped into his questions.

- After spending the day with him, Emmet went “I like you! Mhm! We should hang out again.”

- And then you did, again and again and again.

- Emmet is an odd one, his confession was straight to the point and he handed you a scale of his. “I like you verrrry much! Please be my mate!”

- And now for cuddles your mate of a snake, unlike his brother, loves wrapping you in his coils.

- He never wants you to leave! Your warmth plus the suns warmth, and cuddling you is the best combination!

- Smothers you with kisses and snakey kisses. You giggles make it do it more when his tongue flicks against your cheek. He likes spooking you that way too. If you haven’t noticed his presence he will flick out his forked tongue against your cheek or neck just to watch you jump.

- Is a little shit though, even if you have to go to work he will just wrap himself around you and whine and plead for you to stay.

- “My darling mate! Sooo cute all cozied up with me, what more could I ever ask for!”

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon fluff #hybrid au #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

For Your Own Good | Victor von Doom

✦ pairing — Victor Von Doom x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 900-ish

✦ request — i was hoping if you could do a plus sized reader on their period, always have bad cramps & maybe victor could make it all better?

✦ warnings — mentions of food, a tiny bit of comedy, Victor is petty but loving, fluff.

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You scrolled down your phone, looking for something that caught your eye and finally drove you to switch to another TV show.

The one playing on the flatscreen bored you half an hour ago, and you weren’t about to move to go back to the menu where you would have to make a choice.

The door was softly pushed open. It could only be Victor or a servant, and by the weight of the steps against the carpet, it was your partner.

He set a tray on the bedside table, prompting you to lock your phone and look up at him. Since when did he carry trays to the bedroom?

He knew you well, he could read your body language and every little nuance in your face. “I brought you food, my love.”

“I don’t wanna move.”

“It’s soup,” he said, as though the fact that it was soup would automatically make you change your mind.

Victor placed your lap desk on the empty side of the bed —his side— and caressed your cheek with his knuckles. “I’ll help you sit up.”

“I don’t need soup, Victor!”

He sighed. “It’s nutritious and hydrating.”

“It’s hot, I don’t want hot soup.”

“Stay here.”

As if you had any desire to move. You picked your phone up again and continued idly scrolling down the same app.

Victor was back rather quickly, with a bigger bowl in his grasp.

He held the big bowl between his forearm and chest and took the bowl of soup with his other hand. Slowly, he set the bowl of soup inside the big bowl.

The sound of the ceramic setting against ice made you drop your phone and sit up. He rested the bowls on the bedside table and offered you a spoon. “Let me—"

“Victor... oh my God.” You twisted your body and pulled the bowl of soup out of the ice. “Are you crazy?”

“You didn’t want hot soup.”

”You’re so petty.”

Victor set your lap desk on your lap and gently took the bowl of soup from your grasp to set it on the desk. He reached for the napkin and cutlery in the tray and offered them to you.

Resigned, you took the napkin and unrolled it. Dropping the spoon in the bowl of soup, you set the napkin on your thigh.

“I could spoon-feed you...”

“I’m not a child.”

“I wasn’t trying to insinuate you were one.”

He sat across from you, making you company in silence. His intense gaze couldn't be counted as silence, not to you — the worry in his gaze felt heavy and you almost snorted. It wasn't the first time you had your period around him; it wouldn't be the last.

The soup was delicious, you would mention it to the chef later. You refused to swallow your pride and tell Victor so, yet you couldn't possibly be ungrateful. "Thank you," you mumbled. “Can I lay down again?”

Frowning, he stood up and moved the lap desk away. “Are the cramps that bad?”

“Yeah. I took painkillers earlier, but you know...”

His low hum let you know he would say something you wouldn't like. “Would you like to take a walk?”

It would be good for you, walks were little blessings most of the time, but realistically, who wanted to go on a walk when they were on their period? Certainly not you. “Later?”

He was happy it wasn’t a no. “May I lay down with you?”

“Yes.”

He took off layers of clothing and his shoes, softly sitting on the bed. His attempt to not disturb you was endearing, but you would have understood if he moved more.

“Would you like a massage?”

“I just ate...”

He hummed. “I'll just put my arms around you, then.”

You could work with that. Leaning into his touch, you found the warmth of his embrace soothing.

It would be his fault if you fell asleep yet you didn’t voice such a thing so he wouldn’t stop you from taking a nap.

"Where's your heating pad?"

You whined. "I don't know."

"Love..." He withdrew his arms from your body, making you whine again —this time louder—, and swiftly left the bed.

You followed him with your eyes, wondering what he was up to.

He opened and closed drawers, huffing to himself and mumbling things under his breath. "Ha," he exclaimed once he found what he was looking for.

His broad back didn't let you see what it was, but you didn't need to be a Victor-level genius to know it was a heating pad. It couldn't be yours, though.

"Good thing I bought two," he said in a chastising tone as he plugged the heating pad into the outlet between the bed and your bedside table.

You looked away from him. "I think I left it at my mom's."

"It's fine," he assured you, handing you the control so you'd set your preferred level of heat.

Victor came back to bed, laying on his side as he caressed your arm. "You need to stay active once the cramps get better," he reminded you. "It's for your own good."

With a sigh, you admitted, "I know."

He kissed your arm before getting closer to you. "May I hold you?"

"You don't have to ask."

He draped his arm over your front, careful not to touch the heating pad, while his other forearm rested near the back of your head against your pillow.

"Was your day okay?" you asked.

"Would you like to hear about it?"

You hummed. "I might fall asleep, but yes."

"That's the idea," he softly said.

You both met your end of the deal, he went on and on about everything he did and you fell asleep with your back against his chest, soothed by his voice and the heat from the pad.

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