#Back before he was a trash child and just a regular child lol

[celestialomnipotence]

HCs with Ruined animatronic!

Kyo- These are just some simple headcanons of how I think the animatronics reacting to a reader who returns to the Pizzaplex to help their robot buddy! If people enjoy this (if one person says they do lol) ill gladly write more so dont be afraid to ask!

Extra details= The idea is that reader was a worker before the “Earthquake” happened, goes into the ruined pizzaplex in search of the animatronics, maybe wanting to help them out? You can change these details if you wish as im trying to make it as vague as possible… This is how I imagine in turning out :)

Glamrock Chica

She may be constantly shutting down so I suspect that when you find her, she shut down in some trash

If you tried to drag her out while shes shut down and she wakes up, she may try to attack you out of confusion, but after noticing its you, she stops!

If she managed to hurt you, she would attempt to apologize but only a screeching sounds would come out as her voicebox is missing :(

If you find her after the events with Cassie and she has her voicebox, I can imagine her giving a sad speech to you about her constantly shutting down, that you should just leave her there and escape while you still can

If you do manage to get her out though, I doubt you would be able to repair the severe damages to her and her trash filled body

Good luck saving her reader, I really hope you can repair her, she deserves the best :)

Monty

Lets address the elephant in the room… He has definitely lost all consciousness at this point. Imagine being in a position like his, alive yet utterly destroyed, and stuck being like that..

For Monty, we’ll say you hold a special place in his robot heart and ill make some magic happen

When you explored to Pizzaplex.. You found him pretty quickly and he immediately tried to attack you

Not only by the disheartening sight of him but him attempting to drag you down to attack more caught you off guard

He definitely hurt you, depending on your skills, maybe a lot or maybe not much

Once youre on the ground and hes ontop of you though.. He some how recognized you! How lucky :)

But hes not his regular Monty-self anymore, not only was his whole pride shattered and literal self image destroyed, it was you that saw him like this

Monty got off of you and with a rough attempt due to his damages, apologized

Now if you tried to talk to him, I think his personality would be an entire 180, being a lot more conscious due to his disabled body

Compliment him on how well he survived though and youll slowly revive that inner Monty he once was :)

He doesnt try to convince you too much to leave him behind, but if it gets too dangerous on your escape, he will try to make you leave alive without him

Once you escape with him, it would be very hard to repair him as well but in a different sense than Chica

Roxanne

Once you find Roxy, you stand in shock of her dismantled state.. But she heard you approach and seemed ready to attack you

So of course, quickly and obviously realizing shes blind, you speak up and tell her its you!

Roxy quickly notices you and pushes her damaged pride away

Cassie was a child, youre not (I hope 😭) Roxy would get concerned for your safety in, what she can tell, a ruined Pizzaplex

I expect her to try to tell you that you should get out of here and that it isnt safe

And when you tell her youre here to get her and her friends out.. Shes hesitant but accepts your offer, willing to help you with it too! Though she explains to you that she cant find Freddy and the state of the other

But she will admire you if you try to help them all, even if it fails

Once you escape with Roxy, she’ll try to hide her damaged ego but its easy to tell she hates what Gregory did

And yes, you hear all about what happened from her point of view

Roxy would still want revenge probably but since youre special to her, she’ll hold it off for you

Plus she just wants her eyes back and if you can find a spare to give her, she would be very greatful

Even if you dont know how to repair animatronics, she would help you learn a bit and get the right parts to fix her up some more

Eclipse

Depending if this is before or after Cassie enters will change the beginning

If its before Cassie, you basically have a Faz-wrench as well and do exactly was Cassie does

If its after Cassie, Eclipse is already active and you enter to him.. Actually attempting to clean the daycare

Which he wasnt doing a half bad job but you knew very well there would probably never be kids there again

Once Eclipse sees you or you speak to him, he quickly approaches you, somehow recognizing you and telling how how dangerous the daycare was currently

Try as you might but Eclipse will really try to stay in the daycare to fix it

Its up to you if you stay longer or not to maybe help him clean more or just talk to him

But you do have to leave at some point, and you did come here for him

Itll take some convincing, maybe a lot, but im sure you can convince him to leave with you

Since Eclipse got little time in the ruined DLC, this will delve a bit more into head canon territory

Sun seemed to understand that the daycare wasnt coming back from its state and Moon… Just seemed to have completely control, maybe even wanting it to stay like that

But with the two now whole again, as Sun basically stated

I think Eclipse knows that the daycare wont recover, but since he was forced to be spilt in two before and maybe almost got dismantled, he didnt want it to happen again

Even if the Pizzaplex was destroyed, he would still try to fix it just incase the workers came back, or maybe something else

You managed to convince him to come with you through whatever means you think would work, which I think getting him to slowly accept the truth would work

He isnt that helpful in your escape but he is giant and flexible

He would help you through rumble and would have a slightly easier time traversing the ruins of the Pizzaplex

A small extra one:

Sun & Moon

When you entered the daycare with your Faz-Wrench.. You first ran into Moon, who attempted to pull you through the play structure, but you knew these two

You shone your flashlight on him and got him away… Though the next time you saw him, it was Sun

Sun knew you could help them and begged you to reset them so that they could finally be whole again

Of course, maybe you knew what this meant or maybe you didnt.. But you were here to help him, and it would be hard to escape with Moon out

And you basically did what Cassie did but on your own

Once you reset him though, now you got to see Eclipse :) (read his section above)

I didnt add Proto Freddy since im not sure what to type for him�� And Glamrock Freddy is most likely with Gregory so I did add him, I hope you enjoy :)

[papirouge]

It’s hard these days on finding cute spaces and YouTube channels that are also Christian so thank you for your based takes on tumblr! ��🙏

I thought I found one. Thought, “oh ok cute blog, she’s Christian! And has a channel to watch!” But then.. it’s just about men and how women aren’t good enough. “How your husband is King” “your husband is your master, submit to him!” “if you’re not feminine enough, he will leave!”-types. And the comments are ALL from men 😒either going “lol no mgtow!” (And her comment being basically asking him to come back to date women like her??? because women are too misled and stupid to be alone— Girl..) OR being very misogynistic to women in general… but not to her. She’s special… then to see how she’s proudly sexist too. Pretty sure that’s a sin. And the idolatry of her husband and husbands in general being another big sin I noticed. then the lack of concern of these men commenting on a channel that’s supposedly for women. You never see anything from men going this hard for women….

Also I don’t have kids but have you noticed this weird overlap with Christian moms into more organic medicines and this weird new age spiritualism? Like this same girl I mentioned before was like this the more I dug into her comments. I’ve been noticing Christians that are skeptical of modern big pharma- fine ok but that doesn’t mean crystals and oils will “raise vibrations” to heal your child. Crystals are just rocks?? Oils are just oils?? Wtf does vibrational fields mean???? why are we tarot reading for healing now?????

You're welcome 🤍

Ah yes, dating guru as something else 👀

Female me is like "pickme behavior" but marketing student me is like "good move sis get that ca$h 💶" because nothing is more lucrative than cashing off male loneliness lmao

Lauren Chen is another example of this brand of not like other girl conservative pickme YouTuber. At some point she shoved herself into the colorist discourse of the Black community and a Black blogger read her TO FILTH it was soo ugly lmao There's no wonder these women stay in their lane of queenbee of scrotes bc women with a brain can easily see through their crap.

What's funny is that those women pretend talking to women but most of their audience are males, and I'm sure they know but since this mascarade is lining their pockets they keep going. The pickme demographics isn't that big for them to sustain dating guru like that and regular women with minimum of self worth will never waste time listening to this trash.

This new agey stuff is very rampant unfortunately. Coupled with the (totally justified) suspicious against big pharma following what we've been through the last few years... I'm not surprised Christians (moms) sliding into New Age territory to fix their health problems unfortunately... But there's also this thing with modern Christians who are like "lEt pEopLe eNjOy" whenever they get warned about the wicked yoke of some activities or objects (yoga, incense, etc.)

Steven Bancarz did a good video exposing New Age culture and why it's dangerous for Christians

[sysig]

Thinking about baby Kuzu from the ask @thankourluckystars sent made me want to draw himst...

[yuta-nakamots]

Regular - H.Hendery (Teaser)

Pairing(s) - Hendery x Female Reader (Hendery x Female OC will be included in the full fic)

Genre(s) - Fluff, University!AU (Angst and Smut will be included in the full fic)

Warning(s) - cursing/swearing, depiction of depression (breakups and smut are planned for the full fic)

Summary - Addiction can come in many forms, sweeping its victims up in a storm and leaving them weak beyond their imagination. Hendery’s addiction was not a common one that could simply be diagnosed, yet you set out to be his doctor wanting to cure him before he went off the deep end.

Word Count For Teaser - 1.2k

Estimated Word Count - 6k

Estimated Release Date - July 2022

Author’s Note - shoutout to @ncteaxhoe​ for letting me use her as a character after she had the closest guess of how long my giant ass Mark fic would be back in the NSC discord lol

Taglist - send me an ask or message if you would like to be added. or fill out this form if you’d like to join my general taglist!

Written for the Addictions Collab hosted by @127-mile​. Check out the masterlist here. Also part of the Star Cross’d Event hosted by @neosmutcollective​. Check out the masterlist here.

Even though it was Hendery’s choice to break up Indrani, somehow he ended up seeming worse off. He fell into a slump and failed to answer most of your calls and texts to him along with Xiaojun’s. You waited until the weekend to finally go over to his apartment and have an intervention of sorts.

Knowing Hendery, he was likely neglecting everything including his classes, the cleanliness of his apartment, and his own personal hygiene. You were not at all surprised when Hendery opened the door, albeit after five minutes of calling his name and banging on it, with no shirt on and his hair a mess.

You barged into his apartment without a second thought, simply set on cleaning him and his place up and setting him back on his feet because this was getting to be pathetic. “Hendery, how long have you just been…doing nothing?”

He exhaled heavily. “Whatever day it was that she left me.”

“No, no, no. She did not leave you. You dumped her,” you made clear. “But dumping someone is not an excuse to let yourself go like this, you have classes to go to and assignments to turn in. College is not just some fuck-fest.” You made your way into his bedroom and started to analyze the mess that had accumulated.

“But I don’t want to do anything,” he whined.

Rolling your eyes at him, you got to work throwing his clothes from the floor into his hamper and sorting trash into a pile. “Go get me your trash can and put your laundry in the wash,” you ordered, pushing the already full hamper towards him.

He threw a tantrum like a child would but eventually fetched the plastic bin from the kitchen and you heard sounds of him turning on the washing machine. By the time you had finished cleaning a large portion of his bedroom, there was already another pile of clothes waiting to be washed. All your effort made you want to lie down on the carpeted floor, but your common sense said to fish his vacuum out of his closet and put it to use before doing that.

Hendery had not been helping much aside from watching you and doing as told, which was theoretically better than simply lying in his own misery and letting things continue to get worse. “Do you have water or something cold I can drink?” you asked, beads of sweat starting to build up from how much you were moving around.

“Uhh, I haven’t really been using the refrigerator for a while…” Hendery trailed off, refusing to meet your gaze.

“For fucks sake, do I have to clean that as well?” It was like he just totally stopped functioning as an adult.

You dragged him to the kitchen and commanded him to start putting away his clean dishes that were sitting out on the counter and then wash the dirty ones festering in the sink. Once he was actually working, you made the mistake of throwing open the door to his refrigerator.

Your nose was met with the pungent odor of stale food. It was so strong it forced you to go outside for a few breaths of fresh air. “Men are disgusting,” you muttered before heading back inside and lugging the half-full trash can back to its place in the kitchen.

After nearly four hours of cleaning, folding clothes, and reorganizing the refrigerator, you lay in Hendery’s bed next to him while basking in the success of the day. Being his maid was so tiring that you started dozing off and probably would have fallen asleep too if Hendery had not broken the peaceful silence. “Thank you for coming to help me. I really do appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” you sighed, “I just hope I don’t have to do this again.”

“I hope so too.” The air seemed to still as if waiting for what Hendery had to say next. “How about we date each other?”

“No.” You were shocked by his proposal but responded almost immediately.

“Come on, please?” You shook your head. “Why not?” he insisted.

“I don’t want to,” you stated dryly.

Hendery rolled over to face you. “But it makes so much sense! We’ve been together for so long and you care about me enough to come and do something like this. Surely there must be something special between us.”

Mirroring his position and staring him in the eyes, “yes, and that something is called friendship,” you responded. “I don’t want to ruin it.”

“I could make you so happy though! I know what you like and what you don’t like in a relationship” he pleaded. Upon seeing your flat expression, he decided to continue further. “I know you’ve been wanting a boyfriend for a while now. Just let me be-”

You cut him off with your lips on his, effectively stunning him and stopping his desperate whining. “I’m giving one single kiss. Take it or leave it.”

“But now I want more.” He pouted and looked at you cutely, something he often did when you had a snack that he wanted.

The demon inside you decided to go crazy for a bit. Pulling him in for another kiss, Hendery quickly escalated it. His tongue was pushing its way into your mouth and you begrudgingly let him but made sure he knew that by biting his lip when he pulled away to breathe. “Watch it,” you warned.

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” he quickly apologized before going back in and kissing more gently this time. He respected the boundaries set and allowed his lips to mold with yours, following your lead. It felt good to be kissed like this, nearly forgetting just who you were kissing. You pulled away and flopped onto your back, suddenly unsure of what was happening. “Sorry, was it something I did?” Hendery blurted.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just…I don’t know if this is the best thing to do for both of us.” You valued Hendery as a friend and did not want to completely lose him if things failed to work out.

He moved closer, though made sure to leave at least two inches between his body and yours. “But you felt that right? You felt how we connected, didn’t you?”

You did and you hated how easily he could tell. “So what?”

“So, what if we keep things on the low and see where they go. Not like friends with benefits but we can start slowly and make our way up to being a more official couple, you know?” No, you did not know, but you wanted to get out of his apartment before anything else happened.

“Fine. We’ll see where things go but don’t think I’m going to be easy on you just because we’re already close,” you threatened before picking up your belongings leaving the scene of this emotional crime.

[theamberwriter]

Bouncing Baby [4]: Sick Day

Read the Series! [1] [2] [3]

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,613

A/N: Wow, hi guys! It's been a minute! I hope that you all like this next part! I'm so excited it's finally done after all this time. Hopefully you all still want to read it! This was a lot of fun to write. I hope you all enjoy!! Also, I hate editing on Tumblr Mobile, lol

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You knew as soon as you woke up that morning, there was no way you were going to work. Your head was packed, your ears were stuffy and ringing, and your throat felt like sandpaper. You could barely open your eyes to shut off your alarm. You coughed, nearly puking as phlegm came up with it. You spit in the trash can next to your bed.

"Shota," you whined rolling over, and accidentally smacking him in the face with your hand. He grunted.

"You're not going to work today, are you?" he muttered, eyes still close. 

"Are you crazy?" You coughed and spit in the can again. "You know my quirk copies my physical state on other people. If I try to heal anyone, they'll all leave the office feeling like this."

"I figured as much, that's why I asked." 

Shota grabbed you, pulling your back to his front. You were worried about him getting sick. But you didn't protest the cuddles. They made you feel a lot better. You wished the two of you could lay there all day.

"I'll take Kohaku to work with me," Shota said as the third alarm rang. Reluctantly he sat up, placing his feet on the floor.

You rolled to face him, mostly asleep. Your head swam. "You don't have to. She's a handful."

"She'll be fine, nothing I can't handle."

"But your class - after everything that's happened...They still have so much left to learn. That's why I've been keeping her with me."

"Exactly, if they can't handle a child after this - there's no hope for them," your husband chuckled. You wanted to protest more. But your mind was getting dragged down into slumber.

You didn't hear them leave. Only waking to an empty house. For the first time in years, you were alone. No husband, no baby - it was unbearably quiet. But it was nice and serene. If only you didn't have a cold.

You glanced at the clock on the stove. Shota was three hours into work. You wondered how he and his class were faring. Little did you know, Kohaku would soon give them a run for their money.

Nobody had really questioned when Shota Aizawa walked through the halls with a baby that morning. A bag in his wife's favorite color was hung from his shoulder, and a black haired baby who was the spitting image of him on his hip. She was fast asleep against his shoulder. 

By that time in the school year, everybody knew he was married to one of the school's nurses and that the baby was theirs. The secret he'd been trying to keep, leaking out after only two weeks. All due to an incident where she phased through the walls, giving everyone a fright. 

It had been a regular occurrence after that that he'd watch the child in the classroom. Giving his wife a break to focus on her duties. So his class didn't much question the child either. Even though it'd been four months since they saw her last. The baby had grown much in that time.

Shota put his sleeping daughter in her playpen, then stood in front of his class. On his way to work, he'd thought of something fun. Something to give him a story to tell his sick wife to cheer her up when he got home. Maybe he'd even send her a video while the chaos ensued.

"Your morning classes will proceed as usual," he said. "However, your training later today will be different than normal."

Shota didn't answer any of his students questions. They would all just have to wait and see.

Their classes went by, lunch came and went. So far, Kohaku had been tame. He only had to erase her quirk a few times. Which she grew irritated at quickly. But she calmed down after All Might sat with her for an hour.

Kahaku napped after his visit. Shota right alongside her. He was glad she decided to sleep during the lunch period. He knew she was at her worst after nap time. But he wasn't concerned about it today. Today, her unruliness wasn't his problem. In fact, it worked great with his plan. It wouldn't have been as fun if she fell asleep in the middle of it.

Shota escorted his class to their training facilities once they all had changed. Kohaku was just beginning to wake up due to all the noise. She was still slumped against her father's shoulder. 

"Mr. Aizawa, what are we doing today?" Iida asked. "Is it some sort of special training?"

Shota smirked to himself. "Something like that. Today - you'll be taking care of my daughter."

There was a loud, collective WHAT?!

"We're not damn babysitters!" Bakugo growled.

"Don't curse around the girl, Bakugo!" Iida scolded.

Uraraka stepped forward. "She's only a baby, it shouldn't be too hard. Right?"

"Kohaku is very special. And not just to me and her mom. Kohaku is a year and seven months. However, as you may know, she already has her quirk," Aizawa explained. There were murmurs of oh yeah and shit, that's right. "My daughter can change the material her entire body structure is made of. Most likely to an atomic level. But, since she's only a baby, what she becomes and what she decides to do are totally unpredictable. 

"Your task is to watch her until the end of the day. I won't be erasing her quirk. Time out will only be called if Kohaku falls asleep or needs her diaper changed. If she's still in the facility at the end of the day, you've successfully completed the exercise. But if she gets out, even once, then I'm going to make you sit through sex education classes with Midnight for a week."

There was a collective shutter, aside from Mineta. He was way too into it. Nose bleed and all. Everyone else one could see them sifting through worst case scenarios. Shota knew Nemuri would be only too excited to show his class the ropes if BDSM. Quite literally.

Shota moved Kohaku's hair from her eyes. Checking if she'd gone back to sleep. But Kohaku leaned up, yawning as she rubbed her face. She grinned up at her father, then turned to look at everyone else. She leaned shyly back against his shoulder. There were a few aawwwws.

"You're playing shy now?" Shota chuckled. "You know them. They're going to play with you today. Would you like that? - I've brought a bag of her toys with us. Everybody take one. The first person she goes to gets to sit out a day of lessons if the class manages to fail. If the class succeeds, that person gets extra credit towards any class they're currently lacking in."

His whole class clambered for the bag. Pulling out cute little bunnies, and plastic rings, and soft books that crinkled when they moved. Bakugo was unlucky enough to get a teether that looked like a bowl of ramen that she'd recently chewed on. He turned white when her spit coated his hand. He seemed about ready to destroy it.

"I would like to note," Shota added. "That if any of the toys are ruined by a student, it's an automatic failure for the entire group."

Everybody turned to Bakugo. He glared them down, snapping an insult. Shota sat on the floor, and a few people followed. He put Kohaku on his knee, turning her towards the class. She seemed mesmerized by her selection of toys. 

"Do we have any questions before we start?" 

Iida's hand shot into the air. "Mr. Aizawa, could you please tell us what materials your daughter can turn herself into?"

Aizawa nodded. "I was wondering if any of you were going to ask. Lucky Iida did, so that you all can be warned. - So far, Kohaku has done four things. One, she can become a rubber-like substance. If she falls or jumps off something, she'll bounce. After each subsequent one, she will become faster indefinitely until she hits something she can't bounce off of.

"Two, she can become heavy metal. When this happens, Kohaku can't be picked up or knocked over. This is often how she pushes over her playpen. However, the metal is soft and scratches easily. Which means that, when she deactivates, she'll have cuts in her skin. Third, she can turn her skin into a diamond material. Unlike with the metal, she can't be hurt in this state. But she is light and can be moved. Finally, Kohaku has figured out how to make her matter permeable. You all have met Mirio, of the Big Three. It seems to be similar to his quirk.

"She may be a child. But children are unpredictable, and Kohaku is particularly rambunctious once she warms up to you. If you all can handle villains, I see no reason why you should have any trouble with my daughter. Does anyone else have anything to ask?"

When the class remained silent, Shota nodded. He bounced Kohaku on his knee for a moment while he spoke to her.

“Okay, Kohaku,” Shota started. “Which toy would you like to play with?”

He stood her on her feet, making sure she was balanced. She sucked on her thumb as she slowly started to wobble towards the class. Some began to shake rattles at her or crinkle books. A few started making the noise to call cats. Shota rolled his eyes, you couldn’t pspspspspsss at a baby.

Finally, she wandered over to Todoroki. He’d been sitting quietly, watching her. His eyes grew wide as she crawled in his lap, reaching for the rabbit in his hand. Todoroki froze as she pulled herself up to stand on his thigh. She held the rabbit closely, while gripping on to his shoulder for balance. Shota made sure to get a photo on his phone of Todoroki’s terrified face.

“Are you okay, Todoroki?” Asui asked. 

The corners of his mouth pulled down as he lifted up Kohaku and held her in front of him. She gurgled happily, jingling the chime in the rabbit.

“You scared of a stupid baby, Half and Half?” Bakugo snapped. He came over and took Kohaku from Todoroki’s hands, causing her to lose her grip on the rabbit. For once, Shota was glad when Kohaku started to cry. This was the beginning of the end.

Kohaku quickly turned herself into heavy metal. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep a grip on her. But she ultimately slammed to the ground. Kohaku gurgled happily, though Bakugo glared. She’d narrowly missed crushing his foot.

Shota watched on, laughing to himself, as Kohaku began to phrase through the large training terrain in the middle of the room. Students followed, leaping up into them. Trying to figure out where she might be in the structure. 

“There!” Kirishima called from the other side. 

Everyone followed, disappearing quickly, and Shota went to get a higher vantage point. Kirishima dove for Kohaku, but she went right through his fingers. He looked at his hands in disbelief, then watched as she teetered away. A few people tried to grab her, but she went through all of them.

“Oh, c’mon!” Kaminari whined. “She’s going to get out!”

“She’s not a dog, sweetie,” Ashido said, rolling her eyes.

“She’s still heading for the wall! Which means -” Kaminari paled, so did Ashido when she remembered what Kohaku’s escape meant.

“Todoroki,” Asui asked. “Where’s that rabbit you had?!”

Todoroki glanced over his shoulder. “I put it back in the bag.”

“That’s okay, I think I can replicate it.” Yaoyorozu flicked quickly through her book, then focused. Not long after a semi-perfect replication of Kohaku’s rabbit sat in her hands. She shook it, and the chime inside jingled. Kohaku stopped in her tracks, one hand held up to the wall. 

Kohaku searched for the sound, sputtering happily as she found the rabbit. She waddled over to Yaoyarozu , hands extending as far as her little arms could reach. Yaoyarozu picked her up, jingling the rabbit again. Kohaku seemed happy as long as made noise.

"That was way too close!" groaned Uraraka, slumping to the ground.

"I guess we gotta keep her entertained," Kirishima noted. "But how? Yaoyarozu can't keep making toys."

Aoyama butted in then, radiating sparkles. He grinned at Kohaku. "Allow moi to try. Prepare to be amazed, mon petit!"

However, Kohaku wasn't the least bit impressed by his belly laser. Even when he tried to make it flashy, like fireworks. Shota knew that'd never work on her. He chuckled at the display, taking a picture.

"She's just as mean as Mr. Aizawa," Aoyama whined. He curled into a ball, tears slipping out. The whole class groaned. 

Uraraka was next to try. She held out her arms, which Kohaku reluctantly went into. It took Yaoyarozu giving Kohaku the rabbit to hold.

"You wanna go for a ride?!" Uraraka grinned then activated her quirk. It was a moment before Kohaku could process what was happening. But when she realized she was floating high above the others she began to cry.

"Uraraka! Put her down!!" Ojiro yelled.

Uraraka panicked, flailing for a moment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"

When Uraraka released her, Kohaku fell right into Shoji's arms. Which she did not like very much. Kohaku wailed loudly, clearly not a fan of the multi-limbed hero. Mineta panicked and began trying to juggle some of his balls.

Ashido marched over, swiftly taking Kohaku. "Gimme her, you guys don't know anything about babies! It's okay, sweetie, Auntie Mina is here to save you from these idiots."

She sat down, Kohaku in her lap. Then started making faces at her. Kohaku's crying eased, and there was a moment of relief as she began to giggle. Though even that was short lived. Ashido decided to take Kohaku on a surf around the room. Only to have her goop splash and melt down Kohaku's newly made rabbit. That led to another bout of crying.

"And who were you just calling idiots?" Kaminari asked snidely.

Ashido whined. "Shut up, Denki! It was an accident! Here! - Tsu, you take her!"

"Me?" she asked, pointing to herself. But Kohaku was already in her arms. The two stared at each other. "You can definitely tell she's Mr. Aizawa's daughter."

Kohaku laughed as Asui's tongue hung out of her mouth. She reached for it, tugging, and catching poor Asui off guard. Kohaku stretched and pulled her tongue, gurgling in glee.

"Do you want me to take her, Tsu?" Midoriya offered. Kohaku has been playing with her tongue for five minutes at that point. Anyone could tell how uncomfortable she was.

Asui nodded. "Thanks."

"C'mere, little Kohaku," he cooed, trying to pull Kohaku off. She didn't want to let go. No matter how much he tugged and pulled. Asui even tried to retract her tongue.

Aizawa snapped a picture of the tongue of war.

Finally, Kohaku let go. But so did Midoriya. Everyone watched in horror as the baby went flying.

"What the hell, Deku, you dunce?!" Bakugo growled. 

Kohaku smooshed against the wall, then sprang back, careening towards the floor. She began to laugh and sprang off the floor as Sero and Kaminari hit heads trying to catch her.

"That's right!" Iida announced. "Mr. Aizawa said she can turn into rubber and bounce. - But she'll get exponentially faster. We have to catch her before she becomes too fast to see." 

"We better do it soon, look!" The sleeve of Hagakure's uniform pointed up at the training terrain. Kohaku was bouncing off one level then the other. Shota dodged expertly as she passed him, she was nothing but a blur.

A few went to catch her, but she even escaped Iida's swiftness. Soon there was nothing but ominous bouncing and maniacal giggles echoing. No baby in sight.

"We're too late," Tokoyami shouted. "It's going to be impossible to catch her now."

Jiro kneeled. "Not impossible. Hanta, when I signal -" 

Sero nodded, readying to shoot. Jiro plugged into the floor hearing every place she hit. The floor, the wall, the terrain, the ceiling…

"There!" she shouted, pointing to a space in the air.

Sero shot tape. To everyone's surprise, it wrapped around something. Kohaku appeared, pulling him with her velocity before she sprang back and hit him. Knocking them both to the floor. Kohaku cooed happily from her spot on Sero's chest. He gave a weak smile and a thumbs-up, trying to get the wind back in him. 

Kirishima went and picked her up. He grinned at her. But she seemed unsure of his pointed teeth. "That's an awesome power you got, little dude! Mine's not half as cool." 

He hardened himself up and Kohaku was instantly mesmerised. She turned herself into diamond. Clinking her hands against his hard skin, sputtering out happy gurgles. 

"Really? That's all it took?" Hagakure wondered.

Something strange began to happen the longer Kirishima played with Kohaku. She began to deform her skin. Eventually, it writhed and wriggled. Her whole body trembled. She took partial form once, twice - three times. Kirishima stared in awe as she settled on her final form.

"Oh wow!" He held Kohaku up to face his teacher. "Hey! Mr. Aizawa, look! She has a new ability!"

For the first time in over an hour, Shota joined his students. They all crowded around to what happened. In Kirishima's arms sat a baby that looked to be made of rock. Her skin was hard and rough, even crunchy! It had ridges, similar to Kirishima's when he hardened all the way up. Shota snapped a picture of the pair. 

Kohaku laughed, reaching for her father. Shota was surprised to find she was very dense. Not impossible to hold like the metal baby. But she felt like a small boulder. Very weighty and sturdy.

"Look at you," Shota chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I'm very proud of you, Kohaku."

Kohaku went back to normal. Shota wrinkled his nose as soon as she did. He held her slightly away from him. Apparently all that effort to change made her soil her diaper. He wasn't the only one that smelled it. A few others were covering their noses. Some even gagging.

"I'm going to change her. I'll be back in a few minutes." Shota took her to a side room with the diaper bag. He decided it was time to give his wife a call.

"Hey," she croaked as the line crackled to life.

"You sound worse than this morning," he noted grimly. "Are you taking care of yourself?"

[Name] coughed. "Of course. I've had three glasses of water today. Plus I've been downing cough drops like candy."

"Drink more. I'll pick you cold medicine on my way home from work."

"I can go get it, you have Kohaku -"

Shota rolled his eyes. "I can handle her all on my own."

"Has she been good today?"

He grinned to himself. "Exceptional. I'm changing her now, so I thought I would call and check in on my lovely wife."

"I can't wait for you guys to get home," [Name] admitted. "It's unnerving how quiet it is. And I haven't been away from Kohaku this long before. I keep thinking I hear her crying."

"You need some rest." Shota frowned. "I'll call you again before we leave. We love you."

[Name] sighed in defeat, much too tired to argue. "I love you both, too. I'll talk to you later."

Shota hung up and finished changing Kohaku. He washed his hands, then took her back to the gym. "Are you ready to continue play time?"

All of his students had a new heir of determination. They'd seen what she could do now. Shota didn't know if they'd come up with a plan, or we're just being over confident.

"You have just over an hour until the end of the day," he announced. "So let's make this interesting."

"Wait - didn't Mina destroy one of her toys?" Midoriya asked. The class paled in realization. "Shouldn't we be out?"

Shota shook his head. "The toy Ashido melted down was made by Yaoyarozu. It wasn't one I brought with us. So you all haven't failed - for now. At the moment, only Todoroki and Kirishima are safe -"

"Why is shitty hair safe?!" Bakugo blazed.

"He helped her realize a new ability. I think that's a feat that deserves to be rewarded."

Kirishima grinned. "Awesome! Thanks, Mr. Aizawa!"

"Which leads me to the next part." This whole, honestly, couldn't have gone any better. This was better than he'd originally planned. "I want to see if anyone else can help Kohaku develop her quirk. As long as she isn't hurt, you can try to encourage her any way you see fit. The offer from earlier still stands. Anyone who succeeds is given extra credit, if you win. And gets to skip Midnight's, most likely elicit, sex education class, should you fail. - Your time begins now."

Shota put Kohaku down. She immediately went to Kirishima and rocked up. He hardened up himself as he picked her up.

"Maybe it isn't manly, but you're just so adorable," he said and gave her a little squeeze. 

"Oi, shitty hair!" Bakugo raged, marching over. "How is anyone else supposed to get a chance if you don't put the brat down?!"

"Insult my daughter again, Bakugo," Shota warned, eyes glowing. "And you'll wish Nemuri's class was the worst thing in your future."

Bakugo huffed. "Yeah, whatever."

"So…." Kirishima chuckled awkwardly. "Who wants to go first?"

"I'll give it a go!" Sato stepped forward, downing a thing of sugar. Kohaku was unimpressed as he powered up and flexed some. He gave up pretty quickly.

"It's okay, you tried your best," Ashido encouraged as he passed her. 

Kaminari stepped up next, flashing electricity in the palm of his hand. Kohaku seemed to enjoy the show, but there was no sense that she was trying to change. 

"Oh, c'mon," Kaminari groaned. "Don't you want to be an electric baby?"

"So she can fry herself and be as dumb as you?" Jiro teased. "I think not."

"Alright then, you give it a go!" Kaminari slunk away dejectedly.

Jiro and Kohaku exchanged a long glance. Then she extended her earphone jacks towards her. However Jiro retracted them immediately as Kohaku reached for them.

"Sorry, Kohaku," she said and jerked thumb behind her. "But you're not doing to me what you did to Tsu."

"You all aren't doing it properly," Iida scolded, stepping forward. "Allow me to demonstrate. Kirishima, put her down."

Kirishima did as he was asked. Kohaku was not very pleased. She went back to normal as she eyed Iida.

"Look here, little one," Iida instructed. He showed off his leg engines, revving them for show. Kohaku tilted her head. 

Iida took a sprint around the room. Then came to a stop in front of her again. Kohaku laughed at that, reaching her arms out. 

Iida shook his head. "Now you try."

Kohaku pouted. Kirishima laughed. "She wants you to pick her. Maybe if you took her on a run with you?"

Iida glanced between his classmate and the baby. Finally, he sighed and picked her up. He tucked her to his chest with one arm, then took off into a sprint. Shota had a feeling her hair was going to be a big knotted mess afterwards.

Kohaku looked slightly green as they came to a stop. Iida put her down, then gave her a small lecture on how his engines work. How she could incorporate them. But, honestly, she was a baby. So of course the whole thing was lost to her.

"You do know that's not how children work, right?" Uraraka asked.

Ashido crouched in front of her, conjuring a whole hand of grey mush. "How about you become a slime baby for Auntie Mina?"

"You sound stupid," Bakugo snapped. "Stop calling yourself that."

Ashido threw the slime at him. "Why don't you shut up?! Nobody asked you!"

It took a few people to cool him down. The sound as his hands began to pop got Kohaku's attention. She crawled right past Ashdio, who was still trying to coax out a slime baby. Kohaku sat staring up at Bakugo, watching as his hands crackled.

"What're you looking at?" he snapped, glaring at her. 

Kohaku stood as the popping stopped, and pulled one of his hands into her own. She looked closely at his palm and then flipped his hand over. She seemed dissatisfied. Kohaku made a soft pa, pa, papa, pa.

Bakugo frowned. "What are you doing?" 

"I think she wants you to use your quirk again," Sero pointed out. Kohaku continued to make the soft pa, papa, pa, pa, paap.

Bakugo sighed. But he did crouch to her height. "I need my hand back to make them pop."

Kohaku seemed to understand and immediately let go. Bakugo took a step away and lit his hands up for her. Kohaku squeezed in glee. She threw her hands up, making louder pa, papa, pa, pa!! She began running around again. Kohaku ran back through the terrain.

"Oh, way to go, Bakugo!" Mineta groaned. "You scared her. Now she's going to get out!"

"Shut it, extra," Bakugo snapped. "I didn't scare her."

"Not with his quirk, anyway," Kaminari snickered quietly. Bakugo turned to him, blazing.

Everyone went back up and over. Kohaku was nowhere in sight.

"Oh no, we lost her!" Ashido exclaimed. "I am not sitting through Miss. Midnight's class with you people!"

"She's not lost!" Midoriya exclaimed. "Look, over there!"

He pointed down by the far wall. Sure enough, Kohaku looked ready to go through it. 

"We won't reach her in time," Todoroki said.

Midoriya launched off. "I got her."

Unfortunately he went right through. Smacking face first into the wall.

"Idiot, Deku!" Bakugo took off after. "I'm not going to fail babysitting because of you!"

He landed, popping his hands again. Kohaku turned to him. She crawled over Midoriya, going to sit and watch the show.

"Wow, Bakugo is surprisingly good with kids," Ashido said, faintly.

Everyone dropped down to sit by Kohaku. There wasn't much time left. They just had to keep her entertained for a little while longer.

"Hey, Todoroki! Why don't you make some snow?!" Hagakure cheered.

Kaminari looked incredibly confused. "What?"

"Do you really think that will work?" Kirishima asked.

Hagakure nodded, even though no one could see it. "Sure, nobody can resist playing in the snow!"

Todoroki touched his hand to the floor. It iced up. Then a large flow started, not quite freezing all the way. Bakugo was not pleased as it crashed over him, dousing his flames. Kohaku's head popped out of the snow. She giggled happily as she looked around.

"What the hell, Half and Half?!" Bakugo yelled, melting the slush around him.

Kohaku crawled through the snow. She started taking chunks in her hand and compressing them. Everyone was a little confused when it congealed into ice. Until Kohaku started to tremble again. She stretched and jellied and shook. Then, finally, took form. This time, she looked to be made of ice. 

Shota snapped another picture. "Maybe we should let her see quirks in use more often."

"Aw, man, that's not fair!" Mineta whined.

"I mean, of course Todoroki would be good at this. He's good at everything." Hagakure shrugged. 

For the first time, Kohaku seemed to notice her. Just a uniform with no body seeming to be attached. Kohaku wandered over to her. She put her hands on where Hagakure's face should be. She was definitely surprised there was something there.

The disturbed look on Kohaku's face faded quickly. She patted Hagakure's face a few more times. Then began to shake again. She flickered a few times.

"This is amazing," Uraraka said in awe. "How do you think she's catching on to quirks so fast?"

"Observation, I suppose," Iida noted. "Look!"

Finally, Kohaku managed to flicker all the way out. Just a t-shirt and pants. She giggled to herself. Hagakure picked her up and hugged her tightly.

"I feel so flattered," she cried.

Bakugo grumbled. "She probably would've picked up my quirk, if you extras hadn't distracted her! Then she'd a real power!"

"No offense, Bakugo. But the last thing Mr. Aizawa and nurse [Name] need is another one of you," Kaminari said.

Bakugo was ready to argue again. A few people scrambled to cool him down. Shota admired the scene as they fought. Kohaku was coming along quite well. Better than he'd expected. He and [Name] had been afraid to let Kohaku around people while using their quirks. But he was starting to see how it's be beneficial to her.

Sure, there were things she'd figured out on her own. But she was very smart for her age. And her abilities with her quirk, the control, the range - it would make her something of a prodigy. He would have just to make sure to lead her down a good path. But not feel like she was being forced to do anything she didn't want to.

Shota wondered if any of the other hero courses would mind the exercise. That way Kohaku could be exposed to more, so she could learn. He'd have to have his wife take her to sit with the class beforehand. So she knew them. Then he'd take on the day of exercise. Just in case her quirk needed erasing.

"Enough of this," Iida yelled, finally. "We've nearly completed the exercise. Just a few more minutes, then you can argue about this outside."

Bakugo huffed. Kohaku became visible again and wriggled out of Hagakure's grasp. She went back to Bakugo. Pa, pa, pa!

"Yeah, pa," he groaned. He lit his hands up. But everyone nearly ran as Kohaku became an inferno. The flames were wild. Blazing and licking at people. She tottered from side to side. Melting the snow Todoroki had created.

As she tried to run off, fire still uncontrollable, Shota thought it was time to step in. He leapt down and joined his students.

"That's enough, Kohaku," he scolded. His eyes glowed and his hair flowed around him. Her flames were immediately doused. She tried to flick them back on a few times. But nothing worked. She wailed as she realized she couldn't do it anymore. "If you can't use your quirk responsibly, then you aren't going to use it at all."

Shota picked Kohaku up. She must've been getting tired from using her quirk, and playing so much the last few hours. She was getting cranky. But Shota knew she'd zonk in the car seat on the way home.

"We're calling it early, Kohaku is tired," Shota said. He wanted to add and so am I, to the end of it but refrained. "I'm proud of how each and every one of you did today. Surprisingly, you all passed. Congratulations. You're better with children than I thought."

"So - no Midnight?!" Ashdio asked excitedly.

Shota shook his head. "No, you saved yourselves. Barely."

"Uh, should someone take Deku to Recovery Girl?" Asui asked, leaning over his slumped form by the wall. "I think he knocked himself out earlier."

"Asui, you and Uraraka take Midoriya to the nurse's office while I finish up here."

Uraraka went and lightened up Midoriya, then her and Asui made their way out the door. 

"Todoroki, Kirishima, Hagakure, Bakugo - you all get extra credit. If you don't need, or want it, you're more than welcome to give it to someone else. Just let me know who."

"I know exactly what I'm using mine for!" Hagakure cheered.

"C'mon, man," Kaminari groaned, tugging at Bakugo's sleeve. "I know you have perfect grades! Give me your credit!"

Bakugo glared. "Get off me!" 

Kirishima awkwardly went up to his teacher. He grinned shyly. "Hey, Mr. Aizawa, if you ever want a babysitter, I'd be more than happy to watch Kohaku. Whenever you need."

"I'm sure she'd like that. I'll keep that in mind," Shota noted. And he would. Kohaku really seemed to like him, and he and his wife hadn't gone on a date in ages.

"Mr. Aizawa, is that all for today's exercise?" Iida asked. "Are we free to go?"

"Yes. But first - I just wanted to say thanks to all of you," Shota started. "You all did well handling her. There doesn't seem to be a scratch on her. She's learned a lot, but still has a long way to go. I know she'll keep today with her, even when she's older." Shota checked the time. They really had made it to the end of the day without an incident. "You're all free to go."

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa," Ashido started as the group left the facility. "Why did you bring Kohaku today?"

"Because even nurses have sick days." 

Kohaku slept on the way home, and while in the store. Shota couldn't wait to get home and tell his wife about his day. The one he'd planned all for her. He was sure she'd cry laughing so hard. It was all worth it if he could cheer her up, even a little bit.

The house was dark and quiet when they got in. He didn't bother flicking on any lights. Just in case it woke up Kohaku. Instead just setting down his things and going to look for his wife. She was curled up in their bed asleep in a mountain of tissues, some DVD rolling credits on her laptop. Shota laughed to himself. 

He moved everything and laid Kohaku down next to her mother. His stories would have to wait. For the time being, it was family nap time. That was truly the perfect ending to the day.

~

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i have... been thinking about ygo dm (as if im not always thinking about Yugioh Duel Monsters The Show The Anime The Lifestyle hghdfgd) and for the sake of having it written down somewhere i wanted to ramble about my fav duel from each season...

I have. Many Thoughts (under the cut lol)

SEASON ONE: Mai vs. Yugi (Eps 29-30) ((really?!??! it’s that early in the series???? omg....))

I love so much of duelist kingdom, i’ve talked about this before...but there’s genuinelly something so engaging and downright thrilling about Mai and Yugi’s quarterfinal match that I keep coming back to it. You got Mai just Kicking Ass, yugi fresh off of his Oh God Did Kaiba Almost Die Because of Me trauma, the drama between them, yami yugi desperately being like DUDE LET ME HELP YOU. It’s so cool seeing Yugi dueling by himself!! And, kind of sucking at it!!! By the end it’s like the first time that yugi’s really like “ok, there’s another guy inside my brain, and we need to work together w need to be on the same page” and it’s just so great seeing him and yami compromise because then you get to see that bloom more and more into the Inseparable Friendship you have by later seasons.

Again, also, I love Mai. I love getting to see Harpie’s Pet Dragon for the first time. She cares so much about these kids. I love when hr and yami yugi do a thumbs up at each other ;__; this duel is GOOD

Runner Up Favorite Duel: again hard to pick cuz there’s so many duels im soft on, but Pegasus vs. Kaiba (26-27) is also an absolute banger. Blue Eyes Toon Dragon my beloved. also it’s fun watching kaiba get fuckin owned HDFGHDFH

SEASON TWO: Joey vs. Yugi but Joey is being Very Mind Controlled by Marik (Eps 75-75)

AGAIN THIS SEASON IS SO HARD TO PICK A FAV FROM THERE’S SO MANY GREATEST HITS IN BATTLE CITY but at the end of the day i GOTTA go with Friends Til the End.... I watched this duel as a child and it stayed buried in my brain until this year when I was wonderfully, blessedly reminded of it.  Everything about this duel is just, perfect. The setting, the STAKES!!! (THAT FUCKIN ANCHOR!!!!) Joey battling Marik’s mind control and it’s emo and awesome!! YUGI PUTTIN THE PUZZLE ON HIM!! Marik being pissed off and on a boat the whole time!! Red Eyes being beat to shit and laying by Yugi’s side like an old dog before we get that kickass conclusion with Joey begging the dragon to attack him!! Kaiba crashing a helicopter into a crane!! SERENITY TAKING HER BANDAGES OFF AND LEAPING INTO THE OCEAN TO SAVE HER BROTHER HAS LIVED RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN FOR ALMOST TWENTY YEARS!!!!!!

GOD. THIS DUEL IS SO GOOD. i think this and my S4 fav duel are tied for like...my fav duels of the entire series. This one’s special.

Runner Up Favorite Duel: AGAIN REAL HARD TO PICK JUST ONE SECOND PLACE WINNER but i think it’s gotta be yami bakura vs. yami yugi (82-84), also just a fantastic duel wrt to setting, vibes, stakes, EVERYTHING. Dark Sanctuary is such an Evocative Yugioh Setting for me, and SLIFER WRAPPING AROUND THAT BIGASS BLIMP is like.... top 10 duel monsters moments for me for sure. That did something to my child brain.

SEASON THREE: Yami Yugi vs. Yami Marik (138-142)

battle city finals really Some of the Best Yugioh’s Ever Been, imo...my top fav has gotta be the final big duel though, it’s just so fucking cool. Yami Marik is just a blast to watch in all his duels, he makes some of his best expressions in this one 100%, and seeing regular Marik Defeat His Own Darkness still hits different. And you got all the God Cards on display!!!! Fuck yes!!! Also the end when kaiba blows up the fucking trash island and rides away on his stupid dragon jet is just *chef’s kiss* Fantastic. 

really any time yami marik does that thing where he fuses into ra it’s just cool as shit. i didnt appreciate this wacko enough as a kid, he’s great.

Runner Up Favorite Duel: All of the Big 5 Duels I’m Not Kidding. I WILL go to bat for the Virtual World arc ANY day. SPECIAL shoutout to Johnson vs. Joey (104-105) though; that one is ESPECIALLY a blast. It’s in a stupid courtroom!! Flame Swordsman is there, and he talks!! BAD LAWYER PUNS!!!!!! Simply delightful, I think they should have put even more fucked up businessmen in yugioh.

SEASON FOUR: Oricalchos!Rex and Weevil vs. Joey and Yami Yugi (ep 160-162)

Yeah this is the duel(s) that makes me go cuckoo bananas <3 This duel was so just...stand out impactful to me as a child it’s what led me to fall in love with Rex as a character and (through an elaborate domino effect series of events) put me on the path of the creative endeavors I work on today. These duels just make a switch in my brain go off .The crazy train framing, the Funny Comic Relief Guys suddenly being (at last for a moment) a legitimate, fucked up threat, The Trading Card That Makes You Evil on full display (cosigned by me, #1 Seal of Orichalcos lover), RED EYES BLACK DRAGON SWORD, THE ANIMATION KICKING SO MUCH ASS AT A FEW POINTS...god. I love it so much. Me watching rex raptor beg for his life while losing his soul in a card game: Oh This Will Stick With Me For Life

and, again, Weevil dueling on top of a moving train is just cool as shit. He’s so fucked up in that duel. Love that little bastard. You deserved to get pummeled tho

Runner Up Favorite Duel: Rafael vs. Yami Yugi (The First One) (eps.156-158).... I just love Rafael I think he’s fun lol. Also the pharaoh succumbing to The Seal still hits like a truck, it’s always So Much watching the protagonist lose and GOD he loses SO BIGLY with this one. I love evil!kuribabylon. I love that this duel canonly takes place in death valley, california. Season 4 my beloved idc what anyone says.

SEASON FIVE: Yugi vs. Yami Bakura (215-218)

yeah ok there’s really not that many duels in s5 huh (kc grand prix do not interact) and YES i do like the ceremonial duel a lot, but THIS DUEL IS MY S5 I THINK!!! i just really like seeing Yugi himself duel I think.... the stunts he pulls in this duel are fucking wild, Silent Swordsman is COOL, and also this is the duel where Yam Bakura gets attacked by Marshmallon so, like, that’s already top content.

GOD the animation is rough though........every night in my dreams i see you, baby (a remade season 5 of duel monsters with better animation)

Runner Up Favorite Duel: yeah, ok, gotta be the Ceremonial Duel (221-224). This duel makes me fuckin cry. Seeing Summoned Skull and Chimera the King of Mythical Beasts and all the old school s1 yugi deck guys again just makes me wail and sob. it’s good

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Din Djarin Cuddle Headcanons

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Warnings: Mostly fluff. Touch starved Mando. Hints at more sexual themes, but nothing sexual happens. It is just some lovely cuddle times. also dad!Din and bestfriend cara. not beta read >.<

Pairing: Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: Hey everyone! If you haven’t noticed I really like cuddling and have been talking about cuddling with Din for a while now. So I finally did up some headcanons. I tried to separate some of the headcanons into sections so they weren’t just one big mass of points. I have quite a bit to throw at you guys lol and there may be some possible fics which arise from these headcanons >.>’

+ Din Djarin loves cuddling, and it’s something he’ll always secretly look forward to. This man is always ready for some cuddle action. 

+ Din especially loves cuddling with his significant other. He loves the warmth and intimacy he feels from being snuggled up with his sweet cyar'ika. 

+ Admittedly, being so close and wrapped up with the one he loves makes Din feel safe and at ease. He could sleep for hours snuggled up with them. 

+ Din isn’t afraid of platonic cuddling either. They haven’t done it very often, but he’s definitely shared some friendly cuddles with Cara, while working together on some jobs. There’s nothing wrong with a pair of good friends enjoying one another’s company, especially if one or both of them need some support. 

+ Cara finds it fun to joke and poke fun at Din while cuddling. She likes to tease her friend at any sort of time, but while they’re close like that it just makes it easier for her. 

+ Usually, if they partake in cuddling with one another, its for comfort reasons. Things like one of them suffering through a nightmare, or having some sort of emotional turmoil, are the main causes to their cuddle moments. 

+ Din still remembers that one day where he had just broke down after almost losing the child. Cara had ended up holding him for hours as she had comforted him after they did manage to rescue the little womprat.  

General Cuddling with a Significant Other:

+ Din will find any excuse to cuddle with his significant other, even if he doesn’t really need a reason to cuddle with them.

+ Din knows that just wanting to cuddle is a good enough motive to do so. Although, he can’t help but come up with an excuse anyway. Bottling up his emotions for years has made it hard for him to just be honest with what he wants.

+ From the lack of physical contact he has experienced in his life, he craves the touch of others, especially if it’s coming from his significant other. Cuddling just happens to be an amazing way of achieving his desire of needing to feel close to them. 

+ This means that the skin-to-skin contact that sometimes comes from cuddling, can send him into a flushing mess and can lead to some more heated encounters. 

+ Cuddling doesn’t always lead to more intimate and sexual moments with him. However, there have been numerous occasions, where a regular cuddle session has turned into a heated affair between him and his significant other. All thanks to the cuddling they had started before hand. 

+ It took Din a while to feel comfortable cuddling without all his armor on. Even with his partner wearing a blindfold, the fear of his creed being broken still remains at times. 

+ He did eventually become more relaxed with the whole thing. He now actually prefers to cuddle without his armor on. 

+ There are times where he still insists on wearing the helmet, but he has become more comfortable with removing the helmet (as long as his significant other has a blindfold on) during their cuddling moments. 

+ When he has his helmet off and his partner is blindfolded, he likes to pepper kisses along their skin, humming as he does so. He’ll caress them with feather-like touches, barely making contact with their form, as he uses just enough pressure to still send shivers down their spin. 

+ Din actually likes when his significant other well do the same to him. Pressing kisses to his revealed skin and tracing heir fingers against his many scars. Doing so can easily send him into a heated frenzy.

+ Din loves having his hair played with. He could just lay there for hours with his partners fingers twirling and running through his thick locks. The gesture always makes him feel sleepy and is one of the quickest ways to help him de-stress. 

+ He likes to play with his partner’s hair too, and he really likes seeing the calming expression that crosses their face as he does. The sight always leaves him feeling happy and content. 

+ Din is a literal space heater, as he lets off a lot of body heat naturally. So, its very nice to cuddle with him when its a cold night. He warms his partner right up. 

+ On warm nights, him and his significant other will sometimes sleep with less blankets (or even without the blankets altogether). Doing this so that they both can still cuddle and not feel too warm while sleeping. 

Cuddling Positions

+ In terms of a favourite cuddle position, he wouldn’t say that he has one. All forms of cuddling are completely valid in his mind.

+ Honestly, as long as he gets to hold and smother his cyar'ika with affection, the position it is done in doesn’t matter to him in the slightest.

+  Din may not have a favourite position, but he definitely prefers ones where he gets to be as close to his significant other as possible. This is most likely due to him being very touched starved and craving their presence.

+ Din is also a healthy mix of being the big spoon and the little spoon. He loves being both immensely.

+ He actually didn’t think he was the little spoon type of person. He thought for sure that he was a big spoon kind of cuddlier. Although, this thought process had all changed after one fateful night.

+ On this night, Din had gone to bed much later than his partner—who was already fast asleep—doing his best not to wake them. His partner had felt his presence anyway though, and they had rolled over towards him more in their sleep. As they did so, their arm had circled around his waist, their face burying itself into the back of his neck as the front of their body pressed tightly into his back. Thus, effectively making him the little spoon for the first time in his life.

+ He had quickly learned from this moment that he loved being the little spoon. He just felt so relaxed and safe like this with his partner.

+ In terms of where he likes to cuddle with his partner, he definitely prefers a more private place. One of their cots (and eventually their shared cot) being the most common.

+ Although, Din does like to let his partner sit in his lap in the pilot chair. He likes just sitting there with them in his arms, while watching stars dash by their sights. 

First Time Cuddling with Significant Other:

+  The first time Din had ever cuddled with his partner was before the two of them had even started dating. 

+ The one night—while staying on a very cold and icy planet—the night had gotten so cold that the Razor’s heating system could not keep up with it. This is what had lead to them sharing a cot. 

+ It was only to conserve body heat of course, and totally wasn’t because they both had a secret crush on one another. 

+ He had taken off his armor, leaving the helmet firmly in place, so he was in nothing but his undershirt and pants. Not feeling comfortable with removing anymore of his clothing. 

+ The two of them had started out back to back, but by morning the both of them had awoken in each other's arms, having begun cuddling sometime in the middle of the night. 

+ This was probably also the first moment that Din had realized just how much he enjoyed cuddling, especially if it was with his future significant other. 

More Cuddling Things:

+ Din’s partner will often find him cuddling with the child. The little one would be snuggled up to Din, while being hugged closely on top of his adoptive fathers chest. 

+ Sometimes Din’s partner could also be found cuddling with the child while sleeping, which leads to the bounty hunter dropping whatever he was doing and joining them instantly. 

+ If Din and his partner also have their own children, he can be found cuddling with them as well. Usually him and the children can be found all in one big pile sleeping where ever they had managed to pass out together. 

+ Family cuddles are an absolute must in their household and happen quite frequently. 

+ After some really tough jobs, Din likes to just melt into his significant other’s arms, sometimes even dozing off there on the spot from how tired he is. 

+ Din thinks that the best naps also involve some sort of cuddling. He finds that he gets a more peaceful rest if he goes to sleep snuggled up with someone.

+ If possibly, Din Djarin would live the rest of his life happily wrapped up and cuddled with his loved ones. 

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i finally understand why i was attracted to snape’s character even back when i was a kid and for some reason it’s given me a strange sense of inner peace?? it’s equal parts confronting my past, understanding it, and acknowledging that the trauma i experienced wasn’t my fault, and it’s glorious.

(this is personal and has mentions of abuse so i’m keeping it under a cut)

idk why i suddenly thought about it, but i guess being in this space is forcing me to reflect since people constantly ask why anyone would like snape. tbh it’s not anyone else’s business why complete strangers would like a fictional character bUT after seeing that question (demand, really) enough times, my brain just really went “ok let’s look into this shall we?” and so i did.  

for context, i’m in my 30s and the first books came out when i was about harry’s own age, so i was an 11yo reading about an 11yo in about the same time period the books were set in, which was the 90s. my family had a typical idyllic set-up -- we were comfortable, my brothers and i went to good schools, my parents were together and in love, etc. my parents, however, were opposites when it came to raising us, which was a reflection of how they were raised themselves: my dad was raised quite passively and thus was very lax, but my mom had had a domineering military father who had a habit of shouting and intimidating his kids (obvs ptsd...thanks army), so that plus corporal punishment was a regular routine and part of her parenting agenda. since my dad was also barely around (he was a businessman who always had to fly off somewhere), we were often stuck with her and our nannies (who never got involved anyway when my mom was on a tirade). needless to say, it was Not a Fun Time. she had a vicious temper too, and an even sharper tongue, often unleashed due to the most mundane things (like...whether or not you had finished your homework). i learned how to lie convincingly because of it; i could only take a verbal (which could also escalate to physical) lashing up to a certain point. 

anyway, between her, an absent father, and indulgent grandparents who were always there but who had all favored my older brother (to the point where they would leave me behind and take just him out to the mall or parks or whatever for the day), i didn’t have a lot of adults i felt i could trust. teachers and coaches at that point in my life were meh, i didn’t see my aunts and uncles often enough (and the one aunt i was devoted to habitually broke her promises to me which hurt my feelings), and the nannies we had, though i loved all of them, could never stay, so they broke my heart over and over. 

enter this trash man of a character who swooped into a classroom full of kids my age and proceeded to make the most dramatic speech of the century. i was never scared or intimidated by snape. i was enraptured by his theatricality, and the way he focused his attention on a boy he didn’t even like. i loved his wit and his sarcasm. best of all, i loved how he was described as someone who was loyal to and was proud of his house, and by extension, the children in them. to me, that was all i needed to know, and all i wanted. i was a kid who sought the security of a grown-up, one who would not hurt me (physically at least; and i had trusted him in my head enough that i knew that if he would give me hell it would have been well-deserved) but would stand by me; one that i could have depended on, had he stood living and breathing in front of me as he was assigned my head of house (i’ve always identified as a slytherin anyway lol so that wasn’t even hard to imagine). he was clever and sassy and funny too, which only added to the allure. that was why i had latched on to him, and probably why i’ve stayed latched. if i were to be cheesy about it, my love for him helped eventually shape me into the adult i had needed when i was younger: one who never raises a hand to children; one who who thinks before they say something to a child; one who keeps their promises. it’s weird that i have snape (and myself) to thank for it but i do. i loved his character so much and since the books were coming out during my formative years, i had plenty of time and opportunity to grow up alongside him. it’s been quite a trip. 

on my parents - i forgave them back in high school when i started seeing them as individuals and understood that they have their own issues that they should have resolved on their own, ideally before they became parents. since it’s nothing i can change, i’m honestly over it, and i have been for a while. it’s just...so fulfilling when something like this happens because it’s like uncovering a part of your personality, enabling you to understand why you’re built a certain way (i have deep-seated abandonment issues that i actively work on, and i balk at physical contact, i guess as a defense mechanism from the time my mom used to swipe at me, among many other issues) and in the process be given the means to try to be better. it’s also great when you remember that your favorite character was a Mess and a Work in Progress, because tbh so are you?? so is everyone else and that’s ok.

bottom line: i love snape and i definitely know why, henceforth i will love him forever and honestly no hell-raiser on this flaming dumpster of a site will ever change my mind

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Telling Him You Don’t Want Kids

AN: ok! Hiya everyone, I hope you’re having a good day/night! So basically, this is what the title says lol. I, personally, never want kids and I think I’ve only seen 1 story where the reader tells their s/o they don’t want kids. Now, I don’t remember where I saw it and I can’t find it, but I want to make my own version! I wanted to make this because I know there are more people out there who don’t want kids but there aren’t a lot of stories like that for us, so I’m here to provide!

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Includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinsou, Tamaki Amajiki, Mirio Togata, Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead), Toshinori Yagi (All Might), and Keigo Takami (Hawks).

Come one, come all! Find your mans and tell him you don’t want kids!

He was a little disappointed at first.

He wanted 2 kids; a boy and a girl. He was perfectly fine with adoption too, but you said no kids, period.

Izuku actually really likes children and he gets along with them much more as an adult than he did as a kid. But even then, he wasn’t too bad with kids. 

Children aren’t that important to him. The thing is, his dream to be the number 1 hero limits him to a lot of things. Children are one of them. You too, but he’s not gonna let you go.

No kids, he doesn’t care, but he needs you. So you over kids.

You were pretty scared when it came time to tell him. You’d seen how excited he’d get around kids and finally decided to tell him if he stayed with you, he’d never be able to have kids.

“Oh. Well, that’s ok. I only want you, (f/n). It’s ok if you don’t want kids. Please don’t look too upset.”

Hella disappointed.

Why not? They’re annoying, small, and cute. He actually wanted 3 kids of his own, two girls and a boy. 

He’s pretty great with kids actually, doesn’t seem like it, but he is. People gravitate towards him, kids included.

The topic of kids hadn’t really come up, maybe once twice in passing, but you’d never really sit down to talk about it.

There were times you’d seen him interact with children and wondered if he’d leave you because of your choices. Unfortunately, with things like this, relationships fell apart really quickly.

 Because of that you were terrified to tell your Sparky Sparky Boom Man about this. You couldn’t be forced to have children and you really didn’t want him to leave you.

“What? Why not?” You explained and the two of you went back and forth a little. The entire time, you were shaking, stuttering, and fidgeting. “ Ok, kids aren’t that important, dumbass. Why would I choose kids over you? Nothing to get so upset over. If I have to pick you or kids, it’s you any day.”

Oh good.

Shoto doesn’t want any kids of his own either. After everything with Endeavor as a child, he doesn’t want to be a parent, in fear of being a bad one.

You had to reassure him that definitely wasn’t the reason. You knew he’d be a great father and nothing like Endeavor.

Shoto’s meh with kids. He thinks they’re ok and kids like him, but as stated previously, he doesn’t want any of his own. He doesn’t hate children though.

All in all, he’s pretty happy. He was scared too, he didn’t want his partner leaving him because of something so menial- to him. Good thing you agree.

You weren’t sure how to feel when you told Shoto. He wasn’t bad with kids but he’d never told you if he wanted any. Even after a couple years of dating, it just never came up.

“Huh? Oh, that’s all? That’s good because I don't want children either.”

Ok he’s not that upset, just a little bit.

For Eijirou, kids were never super high on his priority list, being a hero and you are. But it was still on his list, like number 8 or 9.

Eijirou’s amazing with kids! They love him and are always excited to see him. His personality is just something they get along with so well!

Over the course of your relationship, Eijirou had mentioned plenty of times where he’d wanted kids. Every single time you just smiled and nodded.

Unfortunately, you realized that wasn’t helping much. You needed to sit him down and tell him you didn’t want any kids.

You were extremely nervous and terrified because you knew he wanted kids. However, much to your surprise, he wasn’t too upset.

“Oh? Why didn’t you tell me, babe? I wouldn’t have brought it up so many times! That’s fine, kids aren’t for everyone. As long as I have you, I’m good!”

Lowkey hella disappointed.

As he got older, Denki retained that childlike, goofy, clown phase he had as a kid. People like him and he fits it in pretty well. He did drop the perverted attitude though, thank goodness for that.

Kids like him and are always excited to see Chargebolt! Like Izuku, he’s always wanted two kids; a boy and a girl.

It didn’t come up that much in conversation but it didn’t every now and then. You didn’t respond, just shrugged or changed the subject.

Just like the others, being a hero takes Denki away from being able to have a stable family, so even though he wants kids, he was prepared for this.

You weren’t too scared when you told Denki, you knew he was a pretty easygoing guy and he’d never get super upset at you.

“That’s it? You had me worried, baby! That’s fine, kids aren’t that important. If you don’t want them, we don’t have them. Just don’t look like that.” He’s actually really sad, he’s just putting up a front. He’s fine though, he still loves you so much. Like I said, he doesn’t get super upset at you, he’s just upset at the situation.

Not that disappointed.

Hitoshi’s in the middle when it comes to kids, he doesn’t care. It was mostly up to whoever would be his partner.

Hitoshi’s ok with kids. They like him a lot and the way he uses his capture weapon always excites them. He’s pretty busy and not very friendly. It’s really 50/50 with him.

It’s come up a couple times in your conversations and he’d always say the same thing.

“I don’t know. Kids aren’t really on my list right now.”

Because of those responses, you weren’t too scared to tell Hitoshi. You knew it wasn’t necessary but you still wanted to. You felt like you had to, actually. Just to be sure and to not have any confusion.

“That’s it? It’s not that big of a deal. You know that decision was always up to you. You don’t want kids, we don’t have kids. If you change your mind, that's fine too.”

THANK THE UNIVERSE!

Tamaki is just like you; no kids, ever. Never.

Tamaki’s anxiety doesn’t help him in this situation. He doesn’t think he’ll be a good father and he doesn’t want to try. 

He doesn’t hate kids, but he doesn’t like them either. Kids don’t understand personal space 98% of the time. 

Kids like Suneater. He’s a super cool and powerful hero. Tamaki is the opposite (in his opinion) and he’s always scared when interacting with kids. In fact, he prefers not to. He’ll never deny a child, but he's always hesitant.

The topic of conversation had never come up. You knew kids scared him, but what didn’t (no offense baby)?

You were somewhat nervous when telling him. With stuff like this, there is no compromise. If they want kids and you don’t, the relationship ends. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

“Oh g-good! Me too,” he sighed in relief, “I don’t want kids either. They’re too much work and I don’t know how to handle them. It’s better this way, I think.”

He’s not upset, at all.

Yes, Mirio wanted kids, but he’s not upset when you tell him that you didn’t.

Just like the others, he’s accepted that having kids is just a thing he can’t have as a hero and he’s ok with that. 

Mirio’s great with kids. They like him, he likes them. You saw how well he got along with Eri.

That’s another point. It’s ok if you don’t want kids, he still has Eri! His friends’ kids are his kids. 

Just like the others, Mirio prefers you over children. Sure, kids are great, but he wants you more than anything. 

It didn’t really come up that much but the way he interacted with children told you a lot. So you were pretty nervous when it came to telling him.

“That’s ok, sunshine! I’m not too worried about kids. If you don’t want them, we won’t have them! Now don’t look so sad, come on! Let’s get some ice cream!”

GOOD.

He deals with enough kids on a regular basis, he doesn’t need his own. Shouta wants cats. Not kids.

Shouta’s a busy man, he barely has time for you, he doesn’t need kids to be preoccupied with to make it even worse.

Shouta’s pretty good with kids, but that depends. He’s good at control and doesn’t take any shit from kids, but he’s not like Eijirou where he’s super friendly and he’s definitely not easygoing. Kids get scared of him but he’s a softie and they see it on rare occasions.

Like the others, Shouta came to terms with never having kids which was never that big of a problem for him. 

The topic had come up before and Shouta’s response was similar to Hitoshi’s. If his partner wanted kids, sure, however he was more like you. Like on a scale of yes to no for kids, he was more on the “no” side than yes.

You were worried. Shouta won’t admit he likes kids, but he likes his class. So you weren’t sure how he would react to you bringing this up to him, really out of nowhere.

“Really kitty? You’re this upset over something so little? It’s fine, I don’t want children anyway. Now, stop looking like that and let me hold you.”

Well that’s good, because it’s a bit late for him anyway.

Toshinori accepted this fate like any other hero. Too busy for kids and even a partner. That second one actually was something that he didn’t like.

He didn’t want to be alone forever, who would? 

Thankfully, you came along and you were definitely willing to work with him, especially with his messy hero schedule.

Everyone loves All Might, especially children. They look up to him and he really gets along with them. That was amazing to watch but also scary.

You loved Toshinori with all your heart and you didn’t want to lose him because of something so simple. Kids weren’t that big of a deal for you. 

It never came up in conversation, so you weren’t sure but from what you’d seen and dealt with, you thought he wouldn’t want to stay.

“K-Kids? Oh, it’s ok, love. I don’t want kids anyway. Please don’t look so upset or worried. Besides, it’s a bit late for me to have kids, anyway.”

Eh, again in the middle when it comes to kids.

Lowkey happy that you didn’t want any.

Kids were never on his priority list. He’s too damn busy and kids are meh with him too. 

Ok, he’s not a fan. 

For Keigo, it really depended on his partner. Just like Shouta, on the scale of yes to no, he’s more on the “no” end, but open to suggestions.

Kids are messy, loud, stressful, and require lots of time. He doesn’t need that nor does he want to try. 

He says he’s ok with whatever his partner says but that’s not true. He was worried you’d want kids and he doesn’t. He doesn’t entirely like the idea anyway and he was worried he’d be forced to deal with children.

You weren’t sure, yourself, but you were still nervous. Keigo was an amazing guy and you didn’t want him leaving because of this.

“Oh thank goodness, I don’t want em either. Kids are… too much. So, don’t look like that. I’d hope you’d know me enough at this point to know that I love you more than anything. Now come on, dove. Let me hold you.”

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Anger Issues- Chapter 1

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: I actually have no idea how to summarize this so if someone could help me that’d be very much appreciated lol

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, child abuse (highkey wish we had this warning in tv shows), and prolly gonna mention sex at some point, idk that should be it

A/N: Bruh, i had no idea so many people would be interested in this. This was going to go a very different way but I finished OBX again and decided to change it up. Also italics are flashback, enjoy!

Requests are open

You weren’t an angry person, that’s what you kept telling yourself. But ever since your parents died and you moved to the island with your aunt that’s all you could feel. You were so angry and you weren’t sure why, or at what. You were just angry, angry at the whole situation. Your aunt told you had every right to be, which only pissed you off more. You were looking for a reaction, something to make you feel in control. But when your aunt kept dismissing it, and telling your teachers, counselor, and principals to dismiss it, you couldn’t take it. So what did you do? Trashed your least favorite teacher's classroom. It felt slightly justified when you saw him being a creep during gym. When you were taken to the principal's office, she tried calming down which only enraged you more. You cussed her out and then next thing you knew you had after school detention for two weeks. You felt like you deserved more, but you’d take what you can get. So there you sat Friday afternoon in detention. It was quiet, the small hot room filled with two other people in it. You knew the other two boys, JJ Maybank and John B Routledge. John B was in your history class, and English, and JJ was in your Art, Gym, and Health. JJ also happened to live two houses down from yours. That was about as much as you cared to know. You had heard some of the rumors, specifically about JJ and his dad but you didn’t care. Rumors weren’t something you wanted to partake in, even if your aunt was someone who seemed to love drama. You let out a soft exhale shifting uncomfortably in your seat. One thing about the island that you learned was it was uncomfortably hot. As someone who grew up in the mountains of Colorado, you weren’t exactly used to the sudden new change in weather. Growing up living on the beach like your aunt seemed like a dream, unfortunately eight year old you didn’t factor in the heat. You pulled out your tank top, trying to get it to stop sticking to your skin. You looked over to the teacher who was supposedly meant to be watching the three of you. Of course his lazy ass fell asleep, feet up on the desk. The two boys had also taken note of it, quietly conversing. You tried to make yourself busy, as you listened in but it was no use. It was too hot for you to concentrate. You laid back in your seat, staring at the ceiling trying to get your mind off of the heat.

“Hey you New Girl.”

You lifted your head staring at the pair.

“Yes?”

“We’re about to dip figured it was only fair if we told you.”

“What about Mr. Nixon?”

“By the time he’s up it’ll be late.”

“You coming or not?”

You carefully eyed the blonde who had now just spoken up, he was already out of his seat, John B following.

“Look if you don’t come now, you’ll be stuck here until five pm.”

You looked back at the old man sleeping at the desk, and then at the two boys.

“Fuck it”

You simply said, before piling your things into your bag and standing up. You tugged at your ridden up shorts trying to stop any camel toe from peeking through. The two boys stood there staring at you, until you looked back up.

“What?”

“Nothing New Girl.”

And just like that the two were out of the classroom, you following in pursuit. It was so close to Summer that it didn’t even matter, if you skipped detention. The three of you ran out of the school, John B laughing at whatever joke JJ cracked. All of you continue to run, until you were a good distance from the town.

“Shit New Girl, we didn’t expect you to be so eager to leave the school.”

“You guys do realize I have a name right? And also I was in detention with all of you, not sure why you’d think I wouldn’t want to bounce.”

“I told you she was in there for a reason JJ. Anyway I’m John B, and that’s JJ”

The blonde gave you a goodly looking smile, and you couldn’t help but give one back.

“Y/N”

“Well Y/N, we’re having a kegger at the Boneyard care to help us set up?”

You looked at the two boys weighing the options in your head, you were hot as shit and probably needed to go home otherwise your aunt would probably flip or force you to do some meditation. On the flip side you’d be alone for a couple more hours.

“Sure.”

And just like that they smiled at you, JJ grabbing your hand pulling you along as all three of you began to head to the beach.

That was freshman year. Probably the best summer of your life, it was the summer you learned how to shotgun a can of beer courtesy of one JJ Maybank, you spent your days at the beach your new found group of friends teaching you how to surf which turns out wasn’t as easy as snowboarding,  your nights were either filled with parties, or late night conversations on the beach. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. Then one night while the four of you were sitting around a campfire laughing, passing a joint around and that’s when you realized it. You liked JJ. Like you found him very cute, and maybe you wanted to kiss him. But the whole group dynamic worked so well, you didn’t want to ruin it. So from that night on you set your feelings aside not wanting them to ruin the perfect summer. Somewhere towards the end of the summer Kiara joined the group, or joined it again. You didn’t really know the story, all you knew was they were all friends in the eight grade, and then came freshman year she apparently went full Kook at Kook Academy. But you didn’t care, she was fun and it was nice to have a girl around. The two of you hit it off almost immediately, and those last couple of weeks of summer were even more fun than before. And then came the end of the year party. You remembered helping set up the kegs, and bringing the hundreds of packages of red solo cups. And then at some point you had gotten very drunk, because you didn’t remember much past that. You remembered having your first four cups of beer, and then someone brought out a flask everyone was drinking from and maybe you had a couple sips too many because the last thing you remembered was JJ carrying you out the both of you laughing your asses off. Then you woke up in your bed, with probably the worst hangover you’ve ever had. Later that day when all of you met up, everything was chill except for JJ who was very not chill. He kept staring at you, looking away when you looked back, avoiding talking to you directly. Luckily for you the other two boys hadn’t taken note of it, but Kiara did.

Once everyone left she stayed behind to talk to you, along with helping you do some beach cleaning.

“So what was that all about?”

“What do you mean?”

“You and JJ something seems off between you.”

“Really? Couldn’t tell.”

“Y/N.”

“Look I don’t know.”

“Was it last night.”

“I’m not sure, I blacked out. Last thing I remember was him literally carrying me out, we were so happy and laughing. After that I remember absolutely nothing.”

“Weird… I’m sure it’ll pass, he’s probably in one of his moods.”

“Yeah.”

It didn’t pass. Suddenly you went from being basically best friends with JJ to him barely talking to you. You continued to hang out with everyone, but it kept getting to uncomfortable until eventually you just stopped showing up. You kept talking with everyone, but it just wasn’t the same before. And you were angry, after a summer of managing to not be angry you were very fucking angry. You began acting out again, much to the dismay of your aunt but you didn’t care. You had all those feelings bunched together, and you needed to get them out. You began quite the regular in after school detention, at one point you were also suspended but you made sure that never happened again. You spent less and less time at home, during the day you were at school, or the beach, and then at night you’d chug some cheap energy drink and then go out skating around the beach. It wasn’t a healthy lifestyle, but life was too short to not live on the edge.

Tonight was one of the few nights you were home. Your aunt was on the mainland, for her job. She was a massage therapist or something like that. A couple times a week she had to stay on the mainland for whatever reason. It was a Friday evening, and you were hoping to catch up on some of the sleep you were severely missing. You had set up on the couch, the tv playing some movie you couldn’t care less about. You were more focusing on the small stack of papers in front of you. Despite skipping school and getting in trouble half the time you were smart. A lot of people caught on to that, and before you knew it you had a small business writing essays, doing homework, or whatever assignment people needed done. It helped fuel your caffeine addiction, and you were able to keep yourself alive while your aunt was gone. You had just begun typing up your third essay about the civil rights movement, when you heard a knock on the door...

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⭒ johnny seo x reader + moon taeil x reader ⭒ angst ⭒ 1489 ⭒ you can never control who you fall in love with, even when you're in the most sad, confused time of your life. you don't fall in love with people because they're fun. It just happens. ⭒ link to part one here

it felt as if last night didn’t happen. you were up an hour past noon, skipping your morning at the diner and thankfully getting mark and yukhei to cover your shift. johnny had just coincidentally finished up freshening up and headed into the living room just as you sat down to watch ‘new girl’, the new sitcom you’ve learned to love since your best friend, mark, always has his roommate playing it the background of all your facetimes. “whatcha watchin?” johnny asked flopping beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulder like all was right in this world. “what time is it?” you ask, avoiding his question. “almost one-thirty, why? you going out?” disappointment is evident in his questions, was this how you felt, watching as you get up and head to the door. before exiting you turn around, “i’ll be in time to make you dinner, i’m gonna be with mark.”  you tell him blatantly respond to his question. even if he treated you worse, you couldn’t be like him.

“i need this,” you say between bites, to taeil, your coworker who manages to be the only one in your life who knows about the johnny situation. he nods allowing you to finish up the freshly baked cookies he made for his son’s bake sale; he’s sure he can make another batch in time for tomorrow. “you still never answered my question...” he said, pulling up his sleeves before mixing some cupcake batter. “i’m fine, it’s just-” “johnny?” you nod. after taeil lost his wife, he’s been so active with your love life and just... you, in general. the bond you guys have is like no other and it’s scary to think he might be able to move on from his wife and live a long happy life, with you. he usually sets aside those thoughts for the shower but he couldn’t help himself but wander off to that part of his mind (his hopes and dreams) when he saw you. “so, what’s new with you and the kid?” you ask. “just the regular, i was baking cookies for his bake sale but it looks like i need to make a new batch.” he said snickering at your now panicked expression. “oh my god, i’m so sorry...” you apologize, visibly face palming.

all fun comes to an end, when your phone goes off. “who is it?” taeil asked. after helping taeil bake another batch of cookies and some cupcakes for you two to munch on, you two and the little devil asleep in your arms were watching a romcom that was airing that evening. “um, let me check.” pulling out your phone from your sweater pocket, you see mark actually spamming you with messages. muttering a what the hell to yourself in the process. “what’s wrong?” he asked worried. “it’s johnny, i told him i was going to mark’s but i came here.” you confess, “why’d you lie?” he asks, worried about what johnny has instore for you when you come home. “i-i don’t know!” you whisper-yell, “i was going to mark’s house but i just came here, i needed to see you.” you spit quickly before gently moving the toddler off your lap onto one of the pillows of the couch. “i have to go,” your hand makes its way to taeils cheek, what are you doing y/n... caressing it softly with your thumb, just go home! lips just a few centimetres apart, leave now!  “goodbye taeil.” 

you place your shoes on the rack before walking into your kitchen. it’s nearly midnight, and you can still hear the tv in the background in the living room. johnny was waiting for you, just like you waited for him every night. you head to rinse your hands, grabbing a paper towel afterwards crumpling it to throw away. what doesn’t go unnoticed was the finished take out in the trash. you forgot to come home in time for dinner. heading into the living room, you planned on doing something you know johnny could never after any of his affairs. “i’m sorry johnny, i lost track of time-” he’s sharp to cut you off, “at marks?” the argument was short but it stung like hell, “why did you lie?” he asked. this was your time to actually confront him, would you? “don’t you trust me?” “trust? is that what this is all about... the hypocrisy.” a sardonic chuckle leaving your lips. “do you know what our relationship is even built up of? lies!” you spit before making your way right out the door.

the door flung open with a groggy taeil in his pink polka dot pants and white oversized tee. “y/n? why are you here at this hour? it’s almost two.��� he wasn’t mad or annoyed, in fact he was relieved you weren’t hurt physically, but emotionally, you were broken and he could tell. “can i spend the night?” you ask him on the brink of crying. the tears welled up in your eyes awaiting it’s fall. he nods taking you straight into his bedroom. “here, this is all i have.” he hands you a pair of his black basketball shorts and long sleeve. muttering a thanks you see him about to exit, “stop!” you shout quietly, “i don’t want to make you sleep on the couch.” you expressed, walking over to the door and grabbing his hand. “we can share the bed,” with a soft smile you pull him under the sheets.

“you should answer him.” taeil quietly whispers over to you staring at the phone screen going off every ten minutes. “i should...” you pick up the phone and dial johnny’s number, placing the phone to your ear. “johnny?” you answer after the loud shout of your name on the other end of the line, “i’m okay, what? you’re crazy. we can talk about this when i come home. no, johnny please.” your breath hitches. “i-i understand, i love you too. goodbye.” he ends the call and you drop the phone to the duvet. “he broke up with me.” you said scoffing. “i can’t believe - he - was the one to break up with me after cheating on me with god knows who.” the tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. taeil sits up beside you, cradling you in his arms. 

meanwhile with johnny, he’s just as worse. he betrayed himself that night. every single part of him aching for your return, wishing for you to forget his words and run back into his arms. you shared your vulnerabilities with him, and gave him everything you were able to give him and he just threw it aside and went for some stank on the streets willing to sit on his dick for a bill. “fuck,” he mutters underneath his breath, sipping on the bourbon before dialing his old friend, jaehyun.

back at taeil’s you were being lulled to sleep by taeil rocking you in his arms. “i’m here shh don’t cry.” he whispers before planting a kiss on your forehead. there was something in the way taeil treated you that reminded you to stay strong. you lift your head up, your glossy eyes shimmering up at taeil with a soft smile. you could see the sparkle in his eyes, and if you were brave enough to follow the light, all else would blur and you would most definitely fall so deep in love that you'd choose to stay there, no matter what. no, stop. what were you thinking, he’s got a kid! you were still so young, but you’re falling. the two of you stared at one another, he knew you didn't love him just yet but you were curious and ready to wander into his world, and possibly trip and fall on the way in. so when he leans in to mold your lips together, he isn’t surprised to feel you kiss him back. it was slow and comforting in ways that words would never be. his hand resting lazily on your hip. as your hand reached up to rest on his nape, your thumb caressing it. 

finally breaking apart, your breathing mingled together.. along with your legs. “i have child,” he thought it was appropriate to remind you once more what you’re getting yourself into. “i know, kiss me.” you begged slightly switching to straddle overtop him, “now? i’m out of condoms...” he pouts, causing giggles to erupt within the room. “fine, let’s sleep.” you suggest, getting a duh out of him before embracing him. “i want this to work,” he confessed, earning a hum out of you. 

me too taeil

lol did you guys enjoy pt2... surprisingly i’m very happy with it... i didn’t expect you guys to ask for one too lawl anways yay expect for doyoung au nxt O_O

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Oooh! Um... How about Kisuke/Yoruichi/Ichigo? Shadowrun AU (Fantasy AU if you don't know Shadowrun)

Lol I have no idea what Shadowrun is, did a quick google and it’s something like magic + cyberpunk + vaguely futuristic post-apocalyptic setting + virtual reality?? Omg it’s too complicated to write just from reading the wiki lmao, I’ll just give you a cyberpunk fantasy AU.

Edit: This got away from me a bit whoops.

1. Kisuke is your average humble toymaker in the Slums who may or may not supply the underground Robin Hood-esque rebel faction Visored with not-so-average weapons and prosthetics and various repairs and upgrades. The Visored are pretty much wanted in every kingdom in existence, partly because half of them used to be nobles themselves and were part of the minority who hated the way they treated their citizens, mostly because they keep fucking with the other nobles, but no one except said nobles actually wants them to stop because everybody who isn’t nobility pretty much hates those who are. Mostly, it’s the three neighbouring kingdoms - Seireitei, Silbern, and Las Noches - sitting cozy up in their walled off flourishing cities up high, constantly at war with each other but with plenty to eat and plenty of money to fund their large-scale chess games, and paying almost zero attention to the poor and homeless outside their walls. That doesn’t stop them from forcibly conscripting the lower class as cannon fodder or using the Slums as their personal dumping grounds or imprisoning or executing anyone they decide is breaking one law or another. Kisuke’s stayed under the radar so far, so nobody knows he’s the man even more wanted than the Visored, if only for his prodigal skills with cybertech. He’s the one who built their equipment and vehicles, who repaired Hiyori’s spine after she’d been left unable to walk from an ambush and produced a new arm for Hachi after it was cut off in a skirmish, both of which work just as well as the original parts. Most of the nobles either want to kill him or “hire” him. But a toymaker in the Slums who cobbles together tiny cats and dragons and chickens and pixies out of scrap metal for children to play with isn’t anything to look twice at.

2. Here is a secret only a handful of people know - Shihouin Yoruichi was born a cripple. She couldn’t walk, at all, and even the best prosthetics money could buy from the various cybertech companies were clunky and awkward and only allowed her to limp a certain distance. Her family, one of the great noble houses of Seireitei that specialized in seduction and assassination, hid her away out of shame, right up until a rebellious teenaged Yoruichi had had enough and snuck out one night on nothing but her wobbly fake legs and a crutch. She’d spent enough time on her own for the majority of her childhood to know just about every passageway and secret door that snaked through the length and width of Seireitei. She didn’t stop until she appeared in the Slums, and she fainted from exhaustion and hunger only a few days later, but she never looked back. Kisuke found her, took her in, and then made her legs on a whim, upgrading them every time he figured out something new and better that he could add to them. In exchange, Yoruichi used her newfound mobility to retrieve better materials for Kisuke, robbing delivery trucks en route to Seireitei’s cybertech companies or outright stealing from her own family’s weapons storage. Anything they could buy, Kisuke could reverse-engineer and make better. Ten years after she left her old life behind, her legs are a work of art, connected to her nerves to give her complete control over them but granting her superhuman speed and jumping ability, and she’d practiced enough with them over the years that her mind had no problems keeping up with both.  The prosthetics are lightweight but strong enough to withstand the swing of a blade or the impact of a bullet, and she would give a lot to see her family’s faces if they ever realize just who has been ransacking their vaults.

3. Most people carry some kind of weapon these days, but the best - for those who can afford them, or can call Kisuke a friend - can take the form of a companion when not in combat. Shinji’s is in the shape of a sphinx, all sleek lines and feline flexibility, but one that shifts into a sword in a silent whir of pulsing blue lines and polished metal at his command. Mashiro’s is a pixie, not unlike the toys commonly seen in Kisuke’s part of the Slums, except hers includes translucent wings threaded with pale green wiring. It’s perpetually perched on her shoulder, but in a fight, the pixie fuses with her hands and legs, the wings melting and sliding over her skin like liquid mercury to form gloves and boots that increase the power of her kicks and punches.

Yoruichi’s is a black cat but nobody actually knows what kind of weapon it can turn into. More often than not, Yoruichi sends it off as a spy because the thing is so realistic nobody can actually tell it’s not a real animal unless they get close enough to see the delicate wiring in its yellow eyes.

Nobody’s ever seen Kisuke’s either, weapon or otherwise, until a spy from a cybertech company snoops too closely around his shop. Then the other occupants get front-row seats to the bright red threads that extend from his hands - hands that light up with the many, many upgrades inside, a complicated maze of crimson circuits swirling beneath his flesh - and attach themselves to their target like strings on a puppet. At least he takes it out back before he literally rips the spy apart.

4. Once upon a time, before Yoruichi was even born, there were five noble houses instead of four. But the fall of the Shiba Clan is never talked about, and most don’t even remember the details anymore, only that most were put to the sword and the rest were scattered. One of the runners in Kisuke’s employ - the many who scrounge through the Slums’s trash heaps for parts Kisuke might find useful - is a boy on the cusp of twenty who looks uncannily like the last Shiba clan head before the family’s collapse. He goes by Ichigo and doesn’t seem aware of his lineage, and if he notices the way Shinji almost always makes an appearance when he comes in with his haul, and his payment always ends up including several extra portions of food and some high-grade medical supplies and even a new change of clothes now and then, he never says anything. After they find out he has two little sisters to feed, a handful of toys get bundled in as well, free of charge.

Kisuke wouldn’t know a Shiba from a Shihouin, and Yoruichi’s family never bothered teaching her all the things an heir or even just an average noble-born child would’ve needed to know, so neither of them treats Ichigo differently because of his blood or background. They do treat him differently because none of Kisuke’s runners have lasted as long as Ichigo. Sooner or later, they disappear, arrested by guards or killed in a back alley scuffle. Ichigo slinks into the shop at fifteen and still comes around every week like clockwork five years later. He always shows up with a decent haul too, and once, Yoruichi follows him, just to see where he’s getting his loot because surely most of the trash pits in the area have been picked clean over the years? There’s always more added to them, but not at the rate Ichigo is scrounging materials. So Yoruichi follows him one day when he leaves and that’s how they find out about his sisters and the makeshift hole in the wall they live in, shabby-looking on the outside but clean and cozy on the inside and insulated well from the cold. That’s also how they find out about all the enhancements Ichigo has, because Yoruichi makes the mistake of underestimating him and almost gets beheaded when he disappears and almost shivs her from behind with a hand-turned-blade, teeth bared like an animal as his eyes burn with golden circuitry.

(The Shiba Clan had been widely feared, once upon a time, for their genius in the more explosive weaponry and their talent with artificial intelligence and robotics and other biological cybertech enhancements. It was why they’d been so swiftly sentenced to death when they’d come down on the side of the poorfolk. Even one Shiba would’ve been equivalent to having a small army in one’s arsenal.)

Ichigo moved faster, jumped higher, hit harder, than anything Yoruichi had ever come up against. The crack of his heel coming down against the ground shattered rock and cement everywhere, and the only thing that saved her life that day was her dodging ability and a quickly shouted explanation for why she’d followed him in the first place. Ichigo wasn’t unreasonable, even if he wasn’t entirely human. His enhancements explained how he could move further through the Slums for loot and still put down roots in the area. It took some coaxing and several dozen more months of coming and going from the shop, but eventually, he’d also admitted that he didn’t know where his enhancements had come from, he couldn’t remember anything from before waking up the Slums with two regular human toddlers who called him brother depending on him. The only thing imprinted in his memory were the directives: 1) Take Care of Your Sisters, and 2) Survive.

But he was the most powerful thing around for miles, and Kisuke was fascinated because the work done on Ichigo was only vaguely like his own, and far more advanced than anything the nobility churned out these days. Yoruichi didn’t care as much, but she liked having a new sparring partner, not to mention Ichigo was very easy on the eyes, and a few more years on him meant Yoruichi could appreciate the sight without feeling like she was preying on a child.

Ichigo kept coming back, and eventually Kisuke managed to wheedle Ichigo into getting a checkup and upgrades, especially when he started outgrowing a few of his joint ports. Yoruichi watched the two of them make moon eyes at each other, listened to Kisuke ramble about something Ichigo told him the day before, noted the way Ichigo’s eyes sometimes strayed to Kisuke when the man wandered outside without a shirt and his pants on backwards after too many hours in his lab, and she was almost tempted to lock them in a closet together.

(She doesn’t notice the way Kisuke smiles indulgently at her when she comes home from a trip into Seireitei with an icebox of fresh strawberries from the Kuchikis infamous gardens because they’re Ichigo’s favourite, nor does she see Ichigo blink and cock his head in new understanding sometimes when he observes the way she drapes herself over Kisuke, comfortable and relaxed, but never does it with anyone else.)

In the world they live in though, trust is more important than love. Yoruichi has trusted Kisuke since she met him, and Kisuke’s trusted her since she was down two legs and still flung herself between him and a thief with a knife who thought the shop easy pickings. And the day Ichigo brings his sisters over and lets them run around out of his sight is the day they know he trusts them. It’s only natural to offer him and his little family a room of their own at the shop.

5. The day Yoruichi comes back with news of the Silbern Kingdom’s royal family and Las Noches’ royal family both being overthrown by several of their own noble families - the Ishidas and the Kurosakis, and the Coyotes, the Tu Odelschwancks, the Cifers, and the Jaegerjaquezs respectively - is the same day Shinji comes to them and tells them about the revolution movement that’s been in the works for a while now, about the remains of the Shiba Clan currently helping the Ishidas and Kurosakis take over Silbern, and about Ichigo’s own past - memory wiped for his own good because rumours of a Shiba child successfully integrated with his clan’s still experimental but groundbreaking technology had leaked, and if they’d gotten their hands on him, they would’ve turned him into their weapon. Better to hide him in the Slums, along with his two sisters who wouldn’t be of any use in a war for several more years, until they need him again, which they do now, because as soon as Silbern and Las Noches are theirs, they’ll be moving on to Seireitei post haste, and a two-pronged attack while the Gotei is still scrambling to defend themselves would hit them hardest, because for all that the kingdoms have been at war with each other for years, it had never been so direct, nor had their goals ever moved beyond poaching each other’s technologies. But for the revolution movement to succeed, they need Ichigo on their side, and it wouldn’t hurt for Kisuke and Yoruichi to join them too, technically Kisuke’s been their weapons-backer for years, and Yoruichi’s been their ear to the ground in Seireitei for just as long, and they’ll need all hands on deck. The kids can be left with Tessai.

Ichigo storms out. Yoruichi demands to know why they were never told before. And Kisuke surveys a tense-looking Shinji (who explains that it was supposed to be for their safety too - because Yoruichi was their only successful spy in Seireitei, and very, very few could match Kisuke’s genius, and it was just better to keep them out of the way) from beneath his hat before smiling blandly and promptly catching the man with a flick of his hand and five threads, unceremoniously tossing him out the window before he and Yoruichi both go to find Ichigo. It doesn’t take a genius to guess he’d returned to the hole-in-the-wall home he’d made for his sisters, and they join him after Ichigo acknowledges them with a jerk of his shoulders. They don’t speak right away, Ichigo sitting in stony silence, Yoruichi curled on one side of him still seething, Kisuke on his other, absently flexing one red-tinted hand in that way he only does when he’s contemplating murder.

They’ll help, all three of them. They don’t even need to discuss that. It’s high time for the upper-class to get their lives shaken up, the Slums are a disgrace, and if they have the chance to change that, they’ll take it, even if it means working beside people who have been using them for their own ends without giving them so much as a heads-up. Or in Ichigo’s case, will be using him since it’s pretty apparent he might not be the Gotei’s weapon but he is still very much the Shibas’ weapon, reserved for emergencies.

“Regimes come and go every day,” Kisuke remarks first, right hand fanning open, then closing, then opening again, crimson circuits shimmering along the vein lines of his palm.

“What a shame,” Yoruichi agrees with a grin that’s two-parts teeth and all-parts spite.

“…Three of us against three kingdoms that’ve just taken a beating?” Ichigo muses, but his eyes flare gold, and he’s smiling too. “Sounds like fun.”

[staywhelmedbatfam]

Sticky Notes (1/4)

~Bruce Wayne/Reader~

Summary: Soulmate AU where you’re given 100 sticky notes that will appear somewhere in your soulmate’s line of sight after you write on them. To keep everyone from immediately finding out who their soulmate is, you can’t write your name until the very last note.

Part One (You’re Here) / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

By the way, I picked this picture because it’s pretty much the vision I had in my head for one of the scenes near the end of this part. I actually had to go through Son of Batman to find this particular scene and take a screenshot lol.

***

Some people get lucky and meet their soulmates before they receive their sticky notes. Others don’t care and throw theirs away. Then there are the people that use them up and have either met or gotten one step closer to meeting their soulmate. You, however, were in none of those categories.

For years, you’ve looked forward to your eighteenth birthday just because that’s when you would receive your sticky notes. A couple of months before that day, though, you made a mistake. A mistake that ended with you coming home from a doctor’s appointment that forever changed your life.

You had grabbed the mail on the way inside and found the small package addressed to you. Sighing, you opened it and found a stack of a hundred (f/c) sticky notes. Tossing the packaging into the trash, you went straight into your bedroom and opened one of your dresser drawers. Digging to the very back, you put the notes inside and covered them with the clothes you had in that drawer. Those sticky notes were the last thing you wanted to think about. After seeing them, there was only one thought running through your mind. What man would want to be soulmates with someone that was pregnant with another man’s child?

***

Nearly ten years later, you’d long since moved out of your parent’s house and rented an apartment for you and your daughter. The last time you’d ever thought about those stupid notes was when you put them away in the apartment after the move. Not once have you had a sticky note appear from your soulmate anyway.

It was a Saturday afternoon. Currently, you were doing laundry as (D/N) colored in the living room. She ran into the laundry room, prepared to show you her latest creation. At first glance, you saw ‘I love you, Mommy’ in her handwriting with a little heart at the end of it and smiled. All you needed was another second to process what you saw to know that she had found your sticky notes.

You followed after her back into the living room and kneeled beside her. “(D/N), you can’t write or draw on these. These are Mommy’s special sticky notes.” She knew what that meant. Some of her friends at school had talked about their parents using them and, once you told her that the one she had just written on was yours, big crocodile tears welled up in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mommy! I didn’t mean to!”

Engulfing her in a hug, you tried to calm her down. “It’s okay, sweetie. You didn’t know. I’ll go grab you some regular paper that you can use, alright?”

“Okay…” She was sniffling, but there wasn’t any evidence that she would be shedding any more tears. In a last attempt to make her realize that everything really was fine, you kissed the top of her head.

***

Later that night after (D/N) had gone to bed, you were putting dishes away and something caught you by surprise. When you had opened a drawer to put away a spatula, there was a black sticky note with writing in what appeared to be silver permanent marker.

‘I never imagined that would be the first thing I read from my soulmate.’ Your eyes widened. For what seemed like ages, you stared down at the little piece of paper. This was your first contact with your soulmate. What do you do? Should you just ignore it like it never happened? Or write back? What would you even write? You decided to leave it be for the time being and go to bed.

A few days later, you still hadn’t replied nor received any more notes from your soulmate. Until now, that is. Another of the black sticky notes laid on your desk when you returned from your lunch break at work. ‘Are you ever going to respond? Before I got that first note, I thought I just didn’t have a soulmate.’

This time, the note caught your attention and you narrowed your eyes at the written words. You knew just the response and once you got home from work, you grabbed your sticky note stack and a pen.

‘That’s a two-way street, you know. You could’ve written before now too.’

For some unknown reason, you couldn’t fall asleep tonight to save your life. All you did was toss and turn. With a huff, you sat up in your bed and turned on the lamp that sat on your nightstand. A note was stuck to the lamp.

‘So, you are alive…’

A second later, you were grabbing your sticky notes and writing back. If you weren’t going to get any sleep, you might as well keep yourself occupied.

‘Look, the only reason I never wrote was that I didn’t think anyone would want to be my soulmate when I’ve got a kid that’s not theirs.’

This time, the response was a lot quicker. Apparently, your soulmate wasn’t sleeping either.

‘I’ve got three adopted sons and one biological son.’ Your eyes widened in surprise.

‘I… take it back then. Assuming that you do want to be my soulmate.’

‘It’s not like I had any say in who my soulmate is.’

‘Ok, wise guy. I told you why I didn’t write, now it’s your turn.’

There was a lag in getting the next note. You waited for about ten minutes before the next one showed up.

‘I always thought my soulmate would be better off without me and my baggage. So, when I thought that the universe just didn’t have a soulmate for me, I didn’t think about it anymore.’

A confused look formed on your face. ‘You’re calling your sons baggage?’

‘No. This began before them.’

‘So… what then? A bad relationship or something?’

‘Or something. It’s complicated.’ You raised an eyebrow at the response but didn’t press the issue further. That kind of answer typically means that it’s a touchy topic someone doesn’t want to talk about.

Glancing at the digital clock that sat next to the lamp, you couldn’t believe that it was one in the morning. Even though you still didn’t feel like you could fall asleep, you would just have to force yourself to lay in bed with your eyes closed until you drift off.

Before you did that though, you sent one last note. ‘I have to be at work early, so I’m going to bed. Goodnight.’ You added a smiley face at the end of your note and immediately regretted it, but it was too late now.

‘Goodnight,’ came the immediate reply and you finally turned the lamp off.

***

Two weeks have gone by since that night you couldn’t sleep. You’ve exchanged many more notes with your soulmate – fifty-two to be exact – and you haven’t had a sleepless night since. For some reason, you decided to keep track of how many notes you’d used.

Maybe it’s because you could finally tell him your name when you got to the last one. So many people have tried to write their names, but they end up wasting a sticky note. Any time you write your name before the hundredth note, it doesn’t appear when it reaches your soulmate. Even something that would give the slightest clue as to who you were wouldn’t appear. In the end, you’re better off not even trying and being patient.

Most of the replies you get come during the day and, once the evening rolls around, they’re pretty limited. This makes you think that he has more free time in the middle of the day. Perhaps he works at night? Even if your guess is right or wrong, it doesn’t stop you from writing on your sticky notes at any time.

Sitting at your designated work desk, you had just gotten back from your lunch break and resumed working. As you typed along on your keyboard, one of your fingers felt paper where your number pad was supposed to be. Pausing, you looked down to find a sticky note and a smile formed on your face.

‘I hope your day is going better than mine. I’m stuck in meetings all day.’

You plucked the note from its spot and admired it. Your soulmate had elegant handwriting. Reading the words on the small piece of paper again, you got lost in a daze. At least until you could hear your boss’ voice get closer to your desk. Quickly, you tucked the note underneath your keyboard and resumed your work. It’s like you were back in school – passing notes during class.

Before you knew it, your boss stood a couple of feet away from you. Stealing a quick glance, it looked like he was giving a tour to a few men, one of whom you recognized as the billionaire Bruce Wayne. Said billionaire looked in your direction and you immediately averted your eyes back to your computer screen.

In your haste to continue working and returning your gaze to the document you were currently filling out, your keyboard shifted just enough to expose a small amount of the silver writing on the black sticky note. You noticed rather quickly and fixed the keyboard to cover it. Your boss didn’t seem to notice, so you believed yourself to be in the clear. It didn’t even cross your mind that anyone else might have noticed.

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ok @sqvalors tagged me (!) in a fanfic writer meme which i will put under the cut so i am not as easily perceived. i’m not going to tag anyone because i'm shy but if you want to do it go for it!

 ao3 name:  ladymemebeth

fandoms: tbh i never expected to write anything besides harry potter because i was really only compelled to start writing fic in the first place after literal years of constructing my own marauders headcanons. but then stranger things 3 flopped and needed fixing. and then i was blindsided by my own obsession with the clown franchise. so that was that. 

number of fics: 10 (tho one is a near-permanent wip so really 9)

fic i spent the most time on:  i think the summer you let your hair grow out just cos it’s the longest, and i took a months-long break from it between the last two chapters.

fic i spent the least amount of time on: stanley uris takes a shower, which i wrote while waiting for a delayed subway at 2AM, or a freight train running, which i wrote in one night after i finished stranger things 3. 

longest fic: the summer you let your hair grow out.

shortest fic: a bramble rose by any other name, which isn’t really a fic so much as an excerpt from a school paper about the secret history that got trashed in workshop because i refused to provide context for any of the references, lol. 

most hits: the summer you let your hair grow out.

most kudos: the summer you let your hair grow out.

most comment threads: the summer you let your hair grow out.

most bookmarks:  the summer you let your hair grow out. honestly, if i had to be a one-hit wonder, i’m glad it was because of this story—i loved writing it and continue to be moved by the feedback i’ve received on it.

total word count:  60,384.

favorite fic i wrote: probably william, it was really nothing. it’s the only story of my own that i re-read with any regularity because it genuinely cheers me up so much. the other favorite is we two boys together clinging because i’m proud of the prose itself—i think it’s most similar to how i write outside of fic.

fic i want to rewrite/expand on: ugh...oh well whatever nevermind. i wrote most of it longhand in class my final semester of undergrad and very obviously didn’t edit it lmao. i think it’s just very hasty and silly and not very good. i guess i would also like to finish my r/s 70s new york AU but who knows if that’ll ever happen.

share a bit of a wip or story idea you’re working on: i’ve been writing a r/s story based on the lighthouse for several months—for once in my life i actually have a plot mapped out but i do not have the energy to write the damn thing. anyway:

He had always feared it, the sea. That was the problem from the beginning. The son of a sea captain who couldn’t bear to stand on deck for more than twenty minutes before being sick over the side of the boat—it was shameful. It had put a distance between him and his father wider than the ocean and just as uncrossable in Remus’ mind, for his father had loved the churn of tides in earnest despite their depths and the destruction they could wreak. As a child he fantasized about drowning, imagining that the saltwater in his lungs would have finally given his father a reason to look upon him with any sort of genuine affection. Years later, he still dreamt of drowning except now it was not himself but the shadowy figure of another person trapped beneath the water’s surface, always just beyond his grasp.  

It was inevitable that his thoughts would return to his father, Remus supposed. He braced himself against the starboard side of the lighthouse tender in an attempt to quell the nausea that had been boiling in his stomach since they left shore several hours ago. His father might have laughed to see him aboard a boat once again, especially after Remus vowed to remain inland for the rest of his time on earth. It calls you back, his father said when Remus first announced his departure into the forests of New Brunswick at nineteen years old. You can’t escape its siren’s call. Remus wiped the moisture from his vision, unsure if the droplets had gathered on his face due to the encroaching fog or to his own body’s exertion as he tried not to vomit over the side of the boat. He had not been called back. He had had nowhere else to go.

The fog became rain as the captain navigated the barnacle-encrusted transfer boat into a small port. The island itself could not have larger than an acre, its terrain composed mostly of sand and stone and seagull droppings. The lighthouse loomed over them, its foghorn drone like a very slow heartbeat every few minutes. Remus wondered if he’d ever get used to the sound. The lantern itself was blinding in its intensity, and Remus watched the spray of yellow light that it cast against the fog in its ceaseless rotation.

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Quarantine Ask

Thanks for the tag @femslash-trash

When was the last time you left your home? Does bringing in the garbage and recycling toters count?  If yes, then this morning.  If not, my last day out was to drop off Girl Scout Cookie sales money to my daughter’s troop leader about three weeks ago.

What was the last thing you bought? Bought a Fortnite skin for my son (at least that’s what I think I bought.  He just had me put in my credit card information LOL)

Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? Absolutely insane.  On top of my regular full-time job, now I’m homeschooling my two kids and doing a lot more cooking. I’m a software engineer, which requires a lot of focused concentration, and it’s super difficult to get any work done when I’m being interrupted every five minutes, or thinking about what I’m going to make for the next meal. In addition, I’m also apparently a part-time mediator and therapist for my family as well!

Who are you spending quarantine with? My 10-year-old son, 8-year-old daughter, and 40-something man-child/ex-husband LOL (we had an agreement before we separated that in case of emergency, he would stay with us)

Do you have pets to keep you company? Yes, two kittens, Simba and Snickers

What are your current responsibilities? My job, my kids, meals, cleaning, cooking, fighting crime LOL j/k

Do you have a room to yourself? No. After my husband and I separated last year, I moved into a three-bedroom house. Each kid has a bedroom, and I have my own room.  But with my ex staying with us, he’s kind of taken over my room (what he’s doing in the room with the door closed.. I don’t want to know!). So I’m mostly in the common areas around the house without any real privacy.

Are you exercising? Sort of.  We have a large backyard, where I pick oranges and lemons and just walk around while I listen to audiobooks.

Town, country, city? Walnut Creek, CA, USA

How’s your toilet paper supply? Pretty good. Just got 24 rolls from Amazon because it’s part of my Subscribe & Save plan.  Also, my ex-husband and I had a bunch of shared emergency supplies already (freeze-dried foods, water, and TP!)

What’s the worst thing that you’ve had to cancel? My privacy! No longer kid-free weekends (my ex had the kids every other weekend).  Also bummed that I probably won’t get to see @femslash-trash this June. And I have tickets to see the national tour of the Mean Girls musical in July, but probably won’t see that either at this rate.

What’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel? Having to commute to work.  I used to have to drive 2 hours each way every Tuesday. Now my back and ass don’t have to suffer anymore.

Who do you miss the most? My mom. And though he passed away six years ago, I’ve been thinking a lot about my dad lately.

Do you have any new hobbies? Baking a lot of bread lately with my own sourdough starter. The first few tries were a bust, but now getting pretty good at it.

What are you watching the most? Been going through all the Marvel Cinematic Universe movies with my son. I had only seen Captain Marvel before, so it’s nice to finally watch them.  Other than that, nothing else, but Tiger King is on my list!

Are you still going to work? Working from home.

What are you out of? Eggs! But I dabbled in veganism a couple of years ago and I know how to do without.

Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? No. Never did much with my hair anyway, except to get it cut.

Tagging: @regalduckie @sarcasticallyinspired @not-so-average-fangirl @drickheads @analuabc @dcxnak47 @kendrick-sexual Hope you guys are healthy and staying safe.

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Cradlesona: Jonquil

Well... Here goes nothing... ヘ(´－｀;)ヘ

Jonquil Robert Lockwood

@scruffyturtlesreformed for art

Basic Info: Nicknames: N/A Birthday: March 1st Age: 23 Height: 185 cm Blood Type: O

Physical: Eyes: Blue Hair: Pale, rose gold? Hell, I don’t know how to describe that color, but it looks good lol. Accessories: Two black hair clips worn like roman numeral for two. Two black studs on earlobes, he would have gotten more, but it hurt too much. Features: Freckles across his cheeks and nose. Slightly pointed ears. Big burn scar all over right shoulder and shoulder blade. Illnesses: N/A

Social: Affiliation: Red Army Occupations: Two of Hearts Relationships: Luka & Edgar. He would consider them his dearest friends. He met them on the school roof. He had planned to take his life that day but ended up chatting and feeding pigeons with them. He began to hang out with them more often and almost burst into tears when they considered him a friend.

Jonquil tends to respond sarcastically to Edgar’s teasing, and he often refers to the other as a gremlin that belongs in the trash, in a loving manner of course. Edgar has learned that Jonquil can’t stand puns and whenever he makes one, Jonquil will immediately try to put him in the nearest trash receptacle. Jonquil does participate in Edgar’s antics from time to time. For example, they once convinced the Red Army to serve a “four cheese artisan crostini, topped with thinly sliced and smoked pork belly and served with tomato bisque with fresh basil” as an appetizer for a fancy dinner party. Jonah then proceeded to lose his shit once he found out they essentially served bacon grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup to a bunch of high born nobles.

With Luka, he’s calmer. They both share an interest in cooking and will often trade recipes, though Jonquil’s are more on the unhealthy side. Every so often they’ll go off to the Forbidden Forest and have picnics. He talks the most around Luka, and they end up sharing every little detail of their time apart for hours. However, they’re perfectly capable of enjoying each other’s company in silence as well.

Zero. Jonquil is willing to lend an ear whenever Zero needs to vent whenever Edgar’s is being particularly insufferable. Though, he does remind him that the Jack means well and that it’s all in good fun. They both share a goal of one day defeating Edgar in a spar, and they are often found sparring each other to improve their skills and techniques.

Kyle. One of Jonquil’s go to taste testers, the other being Edgar. Whenever Kyle catches Jonquil cooking late at night it turns into a drunken cooking spree and they end up just eating greasy food and drinking all night long.

Jonah. Jonah is aware that he and Luka were friends in school, but not the fact that he still hangs out with Luka on a regular basis, and he’d rather keep it that way for both his and Luka’s sake. He knows Jonah means well, in fact, he finds his adoration for his younger brother rather endearing, but he understands it can be a bit overwhelming to some. He and Edgar mess with the Queen every chance they get, and Jonquil will not hesitate to call him “mom.”

Lancelot. While Edgar supplies the King with strange sweets, Jonquil does the same with greasy food. He’s just happy to be able to share his cooking with Lancelot and relieved when he doesn’t skip meals.

Personality: He’s a goofy and optimistic guy who can brighten up the room whether you like it or not. Some may think he’s oblivious and can’t read the room, but really, he just wants to deescalate the situation, raise morale, or get your mind off something. His friendly and charming nature garners quite a bit of attention and he is eager to please. Jonquil is very indulgent both for himself and others, he does what he likes, and won’t judge when others do the same, in fact, he encourages it. He’s a big proponent of “treat yourself.”

However, deep down, he’s insecure of himself and hides his problems from even his closest friends to avoid becoming a burden. He desperately wants to be useful and tends to work himself to the bone in order to prove his worth, both as a soldier and as a person.

Family and History: Jonquil is the only son, and youngest out of four children in the Lockwood family. His family has trained and bred horses for the Red Army for generations. He has three older sisters, Lily, Primrose, and Violet, who’s his older twin sister. His father constantly pushed him to “man up,” as he was a gentle and reserved child when he was growing up. He didn’t want anything to do with the Red Army and was content on raising horses for the rest of his life. It didn’t help when his mother passed away from illness and his father became even more strict in his grief and he began to resent and father.

His family was not from the bloodline of the original Two of Hearts, in fact, they were promoted after his sister, Violet, revealed that the current Two at the time was not suited for the position (Long story short, she was betrothed to the Two of Hearts and he turned out to be abusive, this was revealed when she made a big spectacle on their wedding day and ran off to Black Territory. More on her in another post).

So when he was of age, he became the new Two of Hearts. While he wanted nothing to do with the position, he felt like he had no choice. He did, however, decide to do things his own way and went through a rebellious phase, piercing his ears, giving himself an undercut, dressing casually, and going against tradition in the Red Army.

Skills and Special Abilities: Magic. He’s an innate magic user, though he mostly uses his ability for simple things like cooking, or playing pranks. Magic is a last resort in battle, and more often then not, he’ll use it as a means to escape in order to protect his friends.

Cooking. He knows his way around a kitchen, though he’ll throw good nutrition out the window. He favors big, greasy or hearty meals.

Paired with:  Luka Clemence

Life in Cradle: He wakes up at the crack of dawn to go tend to the horses in the Red Army stables, afterward he’ll train with Zero before breakfast. He’ll then eat a full English breakfast, to the disgust of Jonah, and go about his day training soldiers how to properly treat and ride their horses and incorporating combat techniques. When he has patrols he’ll look forward to running into his sister, Violet, or Luka. If he has time, he’ll sneak in a quick nap to recharge. In the evenings, after returning all horses to their stables, he’ll cook dinner for himself and Lancelot if he noticed the King skipping meals again. Sometimes Kyle and Edgar join him in the kitchen and they end of chatting into the night before he has to carry a drunk doctor back to his room before turning in for the night.

On his days off he’ll try to find time to spend it with Luka or Violet if their schedules align.

Fun Fact: He has a pet rooster named Henry.