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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years

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housemates with shiratorizawa

helloo!! new headcanon series here hehe. i hope you like this very long set of headcanons!

how you ended up in a house with these guys:

they're such a tight-knit bunch considering the fact that they've been living in a dormitory throughout high school

it was probs semi or kawanishi who suggested getting an extra roommate to help with the rent (tendou and goshiki are accident prone they need someone to help pay for repairs)

so ushijima made and put up an ad for an extra housemate. although he didn't disclose the fact that you'd be rooming with 7 other dudes

you were kind of desperate for some housing at this point so you just went with it

the person who greets you at the door is shirabu. but its more like he saw you, your bag, and went back inside the house leaving the door open

you stood there for a whole ten minutes before kawanishi came up to invite you inside

you're instantly greeted by goshiki and semi cleaning the house like crazy. semi was punching a couch cushion so that it looked an extra soft pillow

tbh the only normal you see are ushijima and reon. they're probs the ones who interviewed you to see if you were a good fit as their housemate

despite how weird your first impressions of some of your housemates were, you were still keen to move in

and then that's when tendou decided to come home from the pet shop with an iguana

living there:

you're roommate ends up being shirabu because no one else wanted to room with him (jk they all drew straws and he was lucky)

he's a pretty good roommate: clean, keeps to himself, doesn't play music too loudly

except the fact that he ALWAYS HOGS THE UPSTAIRS BATHROOM

the bathroom might as well just be his because it's FULL of beauty products. also shirabu takes a million years to get ready that at this point, everyone uses the downstairs bathroom

lmao y'all get your revenge tho by using some of shirabu's products when he's gone

its particularly you, semi, tendo, and kawanishi who like to do that

kawanishi: *walks past shirabu*

shirabu: bitch, did you use my fucking Splash of Pomegranate with Exfoliating Sesame Seeds: Rainforest of the Sun Bath and Body Works shower gel?

kawanishi:...no?

semi and reon are both roommates and are probably the most normal people in the house which is saying something

also idk why i feel like they both have a thing for scented candles but they're too shy to tell anyone

like,,, they have a closet full of scented candles and everything

reon: hey, want me to light up Spring Lake or Summer's Kiss?

semi: Summer's Kiss all the way

that's why they always keep their door locked and whenever someone knocks, they quickly snuff out the candle and fan the smoke out of the windows

you: whoa, why does it smell so nice here?

semi: ...air freshener

is kawanishi the only sane, normal person in the house? yeah, probably

he's the one who remembers to get groceries and buy toilet paper and shit and he's so happy he has you to help him out

the thing is though, he's a NOTORIOUS prankster. like, nobody suspects him because they assume its tendou who put packets of ketchup under the toilet seat but no, it was kawanishi

but his favorite person to mess with is his roommate: goshiki

okay goshiki is a Heavy Sleeper and one night you and kawanishi decided to draw criss-cross stocking marks on his legs with permanent marker

goshiki is an alright housemate. he's polite, does his assigned chores, rarely gets into your privacy

but oh my god every morning at 5 am he wakes up the entire house BY BLENDING PROTEIN SHAKES

you and shirabu considered soundproofing your room or chaining goshiki to his bed

ONE OF THE HOUSE'S GREATEST MYSTERIES: how does goshiki cut his hair?

tendou knows you've been dying to know why so one day he's all 'do you really wanna know?' and you're like 'HECC YEAH' and he takes your arm and brings you to goshiki's room

in there you find him with a bowl on his head and cutting along the rim with his scissors

shirabu is also with him but he has a ruler for his bangs

its the only time they ever get along

tendou and ushijima has hands-down the most chaotic room set-up

for one, half of it, ushijima's half, looks like a traditional japanese house

you know that scene in BNHA where todoroki was showing off his room? yes that one

y'all are like 'how was he able to bring tatami mats in his room?'

and then tendou's half looks like a weird-ass storage room complete with an iguana tank (yes he kept it)

tendou probs has those color-changing lights too

and the funny part about it is that both ushijima and tendou are completely okay with the set-up

also tendou has the most irregular schedule ever. like,,, circadian rhythms just wasn't installed in the being that is Tendou Satori

like,, he'll be making mac and cheese at 3 am and just enter your room asking if you want anything

you: WHY WOULD I WANT MAC AND CHEESE AT 3 AM???

shirabu, who's still awake because he's a med student: i'll have some

ushijima on the other hand has such a set schedule and daily routine. he's the definition of 'working like clockwork'

you guys even use him as your clock because why not?

you: guys what time is it?

reon: ushijima just left for his morning run so probably 7am

the only thing is that ushijima,,, generally doesn't cook??

and by that he likes to eat raw vegetables. no seasoning, no nothing

and he always offers to make people snacks and he does it so sincerely that you can't help but accept his snacks

*insert scene of you eating raw carrots at 11 pm while studying*

house incident: everyone being a closeted fan of Naruto

everyone in shiratorizawa is a closeted naruto fan (except for a few but we’ll be discussing) and no i don’t accept criticism on this

goshiki MAY have rock lee’s signature bowl cut and sometimes walks around the house in leg weights but he doesn’t say who he copies them from outright

but EVERYONE ELSE

you started having your suspicions when you walked into semi and reon’s room looking for a pencil and found semi sitting in bed with a pile of tissues around him and his laptop on his lap

you guys stare at each other for a while and semi just quickly yells “I WAS WATCHING PORN”

you: I DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE WATCHING

my boy semi was actually crying to that part in naruto when zabuza and haku died

his roommate reon on the other hand has a secret tattoo

it’s a sharingan tattoo and its on his back, just between his shoulder blades, which is why he doesn’t go around shirtless (his favorite character is itachi don’t @ me)

reon probably owns an akatsuki cloak too

kawanishi has an ENTIRE playlist of the naruto opening and ending tracks that he got from youtube and converted into mp3 format on youtube mp3 converter which he then downloaded and organized into a playlist with the album art when he was thirteen

sometimes you’ll hear him whistling Ikimono Gakari and everyone in the house is all 👂👂👂

tendou is the only one not lowkey about it but he’s not lowkey about anything he likes

and then one day you and tendou are in the kitchen and ushijima decides to watch tv while eating breakfast

while flipping through the channels he comes across the rock lee vs. gaara fight and he just decides to watch while eating

tendou’s like ‘wakatoshi? do you,,, like naruto?’

ushijima: is this naruto? it looks pretty cool

AND THEN YOU AND TENDOU JUST AMBUSH HIM AND GO INTO A TED TALK ABOUT HOW AWESOME NARUTO IS

while you’re busy ranting about it, semi, goshiki, and reon, who recognize the unmistakable Sounds of Naruto, creep downstairs

semi: oh, cool. it’s naruto

reon: yeah, used to watch it when i was a kid

goshiki: hmm, seems like an alright show

and then USHIJIMA LOOKS AT GOSHIKI AND THEN AT ROCK LEE AND JUST GOES

‘hey, you remind me of that guy’

AND GOSHIKI ALMOST CRIES

reon and semi end up sitting on the couch, trying to hold in their middle-school selves while watching

and then kawanishi comes in and he’s just like OH MY GOD NARUTO!!

now almost everyone in the house is watching. at that part when rock lee drops his weights reon and semi jump off the couch and cheer

they can’t hold themselves back anymore

last but not the least, shirabu, who came back from class, walks into the living room to find all of his housemates cheering and crying in front of the TV that’s playing naruto

shirabu: omg u guys are lame

goshiki, sobbing: WE’RE NOT LAME IF WE FOLLOW OUR NINJA WAY

shirabu: welL, OBVIOUSLY THE BEST FIGHT SCENE IS WHEN NARUTO AND ROCK LEE GO AGAINST KIMIMARO YOU UNCULTURED FUCKS

and then he runs up to his room before coming down with THE FULL BLU-RAY DISC SET OF NARUTO ALL THE WAY UNTIL SHIPPUDEN

basically you guys end up watching naruto all day and semi finally admitted that he wasn’t watching porn the day you came into his room

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massivelycreepypineapple · 4 years

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Their Perfect Little Family

Request: Ahhhhh! So I am a regular reader on Tumblr & found your blog today! Your writing is beautiful and I loved it soooo much! And that surgeon Jensen fluff story? Omg❤️ I was curious if you can write gynac Jensen where it's his wife's delivery and he is her gynac and their whole 9 months journey? Like just small parts for everything, Injections, sonograms, cravings, sickness? Make it as a 3-4 parts series if you want or some small bits in a single one shot. Also please write if it's not too much ❤️

Pairing: Gynac!Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader

Warning: So much FLUFF. Be warned guys! It’s sickening. One or two bad jokes too but I'm not sorry.

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing this one. I learnt a lot about pregnancies and gynaecologists caz of all the research I did, which is why it took so long for me to get this out. Sorry bout that!

Feedback is always appreciated, y’all!

Word Count: 3987 (oops! hehe)

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Being married to one of the best ob-gyn in the country definitely had its perks. It sure got Y/N a wonderful penthouse that was on the 25th floor, a balcony with a killer view and a lifestyle that was definitely not bad. It wasn’t that she needed this to be happy, but it sure didn’t hurt. But the biggest perk of all was the comfort Y/N took in knowing that she and her baby were in safe hands with her husband.

It was only yesterday when she found out that she was pregnant. It wasn’t that she and Jensen were trying for a baby. The irony wasn’t lost on her. He delivered so many babies but they never talked about having one themselves. But that didn’t stop her from feeling joy at the prospect of being a mother. At the same time, to say that she was nervous of his reaction was an understatement. So when Jensen came home that night, she lost her nerve and decided to find a better way to tell him.

Which is why the next day she found herself at the hospital where he works and asked the receptionist for an appointment with him. She knew he didn’t have a lot of patients today and it would be the perfect time and the perfect way to tell him. Y/N sat in the waiting room, drinking water and flipping through a magazine when her name was called. She made her way into the room and saw Jensen typing away in his computer.

“Please take a seat, I’ll be with you in a moment” He said very professionally and without looking up.

“Is that how you're gonna greet your wife, Dr. Ackles?” Y/N smirked at him.

She watched in amusement as he looked at her in surprise and a grin creeping onto his face. He quickly made his way around the table and hugged her. He kissed her softly on the lips.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Mrs. Ackles?”

“Can’t a girl simply make an appointment to see her husband?” She teased.

“She can,” He said with a smirk and wrapping his arms around her waist. “But she’ll be keeping him from some very important work.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll just have to put you to work huh?”

“Why are you here, Y/N?”

“I have an appointment with you, Jay.”

“Yes, I know” He said before frowning, “Is everything okay? What’s wrong?” He went behind his desk to look at her file for the first time that day. In which he noticed that she was here for a sonogram for being pregnant. Y/N watched his eyes go wide and she bit her lip, unsure of how he’d react.

“W-what” He whispered. He looked up at her and immediately made his way to her again. “Are you serious? How long have you known, Y/N?”

“Since yesterday, Jay. I wanted to tell you last night but I was nervous and scared. Then I figured I could surprise you here.”

He breathed out with a laugh. “We’re pregnant,” He said in awe. He quickly wrapped her up in his arms and held her tightly. “This is amazing, sweetheart. I’m so happy!”

“I’m happy too, Jay.” Y/N replied tearing up.

He wiped her tears with his thumb and kissed her deeply. He held her in his arms for a little bit longer.

“Let’s go get you that sonogram, yeah?”

“Yeah” She grinned.

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30 mins later

Y/N found herself lying on the bed in the sonogram room. Jensen was setting up the monitor. She was nervous and so was he. She could see him fiddling with the thing and trying to set it up right. He was slightly cursing to himself due to nervousness. When everything was set up, he made his way with the gel and the scanner. He sat down on the stool beside her bed. The nurse had offered to help but he refused. This was his wife and his child. He wanted it to be just them. He pulled her t-shirt up, Y/N helped him out by pulling it higher.

“This is gonna be a bit cold.” He said before applying the gel to the scanner. But Jensen didn’t move. He kept staring at her tummy with a nervous look on his face.

“Babe” Y/N whispered to him. He didn’t budge. She grabbed his hand that was holding her t-shirt and only then did he get out of his trance and looked up at her.

“I-I’m scared, Y/N. That’s our baby in there. It’s one thing to do this for other patients, but this is ours.”

“I’m scared too, Jay. But this baby is going to be so lucky to have you as a father. It’s going to be okay.” Y/N sat up a little to place her palm on the side of his face. He leaned into it and they stayed like that for a couple of seconds with her caressing his face. It was calming to the both of them.

Jensen placed the scanner on her tummy, making her flinch a little because of the cold. The monitor in front lit up with a picture of their little bean and they could hear the heartbeat.

“You see right there?” Asked Jensen tearing up a bit and pointing to a small area on the screen. “That’s our little girl or boy.”

Y/N was sniffling. “It’s so small” She whispered, making him chuckle.

“Yeah. That’s our little pea, Y/N. You’re about 5 weeks along, sweetheart.” He said, looking into her tear filled eyes with a big smile.

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3rd month in

It was 4am and Y/N found herself throwing up her dinner down the toilet. It was all nice and exciting when they first found out about the baby. But as the third month rolled in, morning sickness was royally kicking her ass. She threw up once again into the toilet and right then she felt an arm wrap around her waist as the other pulled her hair back. She felt Jensen kneel behind her as he helped her through this ordeal.

“I hate this, Jay! When will this end?” She said sniffling.

“I know, honey. I know” He soothed her.

“It was supposed to end by now! You said three months!” She exclaimed.

“I know sweetheart. But sometimes it takes longer.” He kissed her temple.

Y/N puked one last time before getting up and washing in the sink. Jensen then led her back to bed and made her drink two glasses of water. He then crawled in next to her. She immediately turned around to become little spoon so Jensen could wrap her in his arms and place his hand on her growing stomach.

Ever since she started showing, Jensen had become more and more touchy. He loved placing his hands on her stomach, talking to the baby or even singing to it on some nights. He even got over protective of her. He worried about her constantly and made sure she drank a lot of water, much to her protest. But it was necessary to keep her hydrated. He noticed that her morning sickness was worse than what mothers normally go through. The doctor part of him knew that it was nothing too bad, but the husband and father part of him worried a lot.

The next day before leaving for home, he made sure to write a prescription for nausea tablets to help her out a little. He hated seeing her in such discomfort. He also in the last week rearranged his schedule to make sure he was at home with Y/N. She had the liberty to work from home but she didn’t realise that Jensen was home more than usual. Call it pregnancy brain or whatever. Or perhaps she just enjoyed it so much she didn’t question it. Until she didn’t…

Y/N was standing on the dining chair to get something from a high shelf. She wanted to do something nice for Jensen and decided to make his favourite. Just as she was about to grab whatever she needed, she heard the keys in the lock and the door open.

“Honey I’m home!” He chuckled.

“Hi baby!” She said, hoping he wouldn’t come into the kitchen just yet and see her. But of course, knowing him the first thing he always did was greet her with a kiss. Jensen came into the kitchen and froze. He immediately placed the medicine bag on the counter and rushed to her side.

“Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing this?!” He said irritated. He grabbed her waist and helped her down.

“God, Jensen! Stop babying me! I was fine! I just needed to get some stuff that’s all!” She snapped at him.

“It’s not fine! It won’t be fine if the chair topples over! It’s not just you okay? It’s our kid who’ll get hurt too!” He yelled.

“I know that! God you never let me forget! The damn nausea doesn’t let me forget! You’re always hovering around me. It’s like you’re home more than at work!” She yelled back. That’s when it hit her that it was only 3:30 in the afternoon and Jensen was home. “Why are you home so early, Jay?” She said her voice softer.

He sighed and rubbed his face. “I want to be here with you ok? So I rearranged my schedule a bit.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to do that. You’re a gynaecologist, Jay. You know I’ll be fine.”

He hugged her back and said softly, “I know. But I’ve seen mothers miscarry or sometimes it’s really touch and go for both of them. They fall and get hurt. I can’t have that happen to you or our little bean, Y/N.”

She hugged him tighter. “I didn’t realise it was harder for you. I’m sorry I’ve been so stubborn and irritable.”

“It’s okay, you get to be. But please just save me the heart attack.” He said chuckling.

“Yeah okay” Y/N grinned at him before kissing his lips.

“Let’s order in tonight.”

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A week later

Jensen just finished with a patient and walked into the sonogram room. Y/N was waiting for him in there, ready to find out the gender of their baby. An intern, James, was setting everything up and making small talk with Y/N. Jensen was training him and he figured that he could help out with this.

“Hi, honey” Smiled Y/N “Ready for the moment of truth?”

“God, I’m nervous” Grinned Jensen.

“Me too” She smiled back.

He smiled softly and kissed her forehead. James got the scanner prepared and placed it on her stomach. The monitor lit up and showed their baby. Y/N was holding onto Jensen’s hand really tightly and his grip on her was no less hard.

“Congratulations guys, it’s a boy!” Grinned James.

“Thanks, James.” Whispered Jensen, not taking his eyes off the screen. He made his way where James was seated and patted his shoulder. James got the message and passed the scanner to him and left the room with a short goodbye to Y/N. Jensen took a seat and pressed the scanner back.

“Our baby boy, Jay” Whispered Y/N tearing up. “And he’s so much bigger than the last time.” She gave a watery chuckle.

Jensen grinned at her, “Yeah, he’s gonna grow up strong like his mamma.”

“He’s going to have the best daddy in the world.” She looked at him with such love in her eyes.

Jensen dropped the scanner and grabbed her face and kissed her hard and rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you so much, Y/N”

“I love you too, Jay”

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5th month in

“You need to eat healthy, Y/N. It’s good for you and Charles.” Said Jensen sternly holding a plate of green stuff in their kitchen. It was the weekend and they were both having a relaxing day in and Y/N was hoping for junk food and movies that night. But lately, Jensen was becoming this crazy ‘eat healthy’ advocate and it’s been driving her up the walls.

“Firstly Jay, we’re not calling him, Charles. He’s not related to the royal family for Christ’s sake. And secondly, keep that rubbish away from me and my baby.” She said crossing her arms.

“Hey! Charles is a fine name!” He exclaimed. “And no, you have to eat this, sweetheart. You promised to eat what I say if I go easy on your exercise.”

“Jay please!” She whined. “I had crappy green stuff for breakfast. I can’t do this again! I want tacos. Your son wants tacos!”

“Okay, how bout you eat this now, and I’ll make you tacos in the morning.” Jensen reasoned.

“No.”

“Y/N…”

“You eat that crappy stuff if you want but I’m making myself a bacon sandwich.” She said and began fixing herself a sandwich. “With loads of bacon!”

Jensen groaned at that. She loved testing him. Sure he could be a little overprotective. But he just wanted them healthy. Was that too much to ask? Does being a doctor have no value anymore? But she did have a point, the green stuff was crappy. He threw the thing away, “Make me one too”.

She smirked at him triumphantly and went about making what normal people considered food. “And definitely not Charles!”

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Few hours later

“Jay” Y/N whispered. It was 1am and they were in bed, Jensen fast asleep. “Jay” she said a little louder, making him mumble and wake up a little.

“Are you asleep?” She asked.

“Y/N, I love you. But I won’t hesitate to gag you.” He mumbled sleepily.

“But Jay, I want ice cream.”

“There’s some in the freezer, go and get it.”

“But that’s chocolate. I want pistachio.”

Jensen groaned louder at that. “Can you manage with chocolate? I’ll get you pistachio tomorrow.”

“But what if I don’t crave it tomorrow?”

“Oh my god, Y/N. Just eat the damn chocolate for now! I have an early day tomorrow.” He snapped lightly without meaning to, trying to get back to sleep.

Y/N huffed at him and began to sit up. She teared up at that. Pregnancy hormones were a real bummer. She had no control. She knew she was being unreasonable but she couldn’t help it. She felt guilty for putting Jensen through this, but at the same time she was annoyed with him for being so comfortable.

The bed shook a bit as she placed her feet on the ground, waking Jensen up again. He noticed her sniffling. He sighed a bit and got out of bed and made his way to her side. He kneeled down in front of her, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to snap.”

“It’s okay” She mouthed trying not to sob. But that didn’t last long and she started crying. Jensen immediately sat beside her and pulled her into his side and rubbed her back.

“Shh.. I got you. It’s gonna be okay. You’re okay.” He whispered to her, placing kisses on the top of her head.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know why i’m crying.”

“Don’t apologise, baby. It’s your hormones. They’re just a little out of whack right now.” He reassured her. “Just let go, honey. I got you. I’m sorry I snapped. I love you so much.”

He held her like that for a while until she calmed down. “Go back to sleep, Jay. You have an early day.”

“Nope, you come first right now. I’m going to get you some pistachio ice cream okay?” He said getting dressed.

“Can I come with you? I don’t want to be alone” Y/N asked hesitantly.

Jensen gave her a big smile. “Midnight snack with the mother of my baby? How could I say no?”

He gave her his sweatshirt to wear and helped her up to the main door. On the way Y/N stopped suddenly wincing slightly. Jensen panicked, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“I-I think I felt a kick” She whispered. She took his hand and placed it on her stomach. And as if the baby could feel his dad, he kicked once more. Jensen’s whole face lit up at that. He was grinning so wide. He dropped to his knees and kissed her tummy. “God, this is amazing.” he then began talking to his baby, “Hi, there little man. It’s your daddy. I can’t believe you kicked for the first time. Your mamma and I love you so much, my little pea. We can’t wait to meet you.”

Y/N was tearing up again but this time it was because of the overwhelming love she had for her husband. Watching him talk to her belly so softly, this was it for her. Her perfect family. She didn’t think she could fall in love with Jensen anymore, but this moment right here. She fell in love all over again, the ice cream long forgotten.

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7th month in

Y/N was sitting on the hospital bed in Jensen’s room. She was due for her first TT shot and she was not happy about that to say the least.

“Why are we doing this again?” She asked.

“So you and the baby are safe from diseases. It’s a preventative measure, sweetheart.”

“Jay you know how I feel about needles.” She said, staring wide eyed at the monstrosity in his hand.

He wiped her left arm with a cotton swab, making her flinch. “I know, I’m right here and I’ll be gentle. It’s only a tiny prick.”

“How bout we do this later?” She asked nervously.

“Just relax, baby. The more you relax your muscles the less it’ll hurt. Trust me.” He smiled at her sweetly. He kissed her lips hard making her relax a little. “That’s better.” He said.

“Do you calm all your patients this way, Jay?” Y/N asked, dazed from the kiss.

“Only the ones I’m having a baby with.” He teased, before sticking the needle in her slowly.

“Jay!” She exclaimed from the sudden pain, not too loud but enough to show her distress.

“It’s over. See?” He said pulling it out and cleaning up. He sat back down beside her and placed a hand on her stomach. She was getting bigger and he loved it so much. “Now you and little pea are going to be just fine.”

“That was more than a prick, Jay! You’re such a prick yourself!” She pouted at him, making him laugh and kiss her pout away.

“That was such a terrible pun, sweetheart. Besides, You’re fine. You just need one more two weeks from now and then no more shots for you.”

“Oh hell no, Ackles! Stay away from me!” she glared at him and wobbled out the room. Jensen shook his head at her retreating form and laughed a little. He wasn’t worried, he knew he’d be able to get her back in for one more. God, she was adorable.

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8th month in

Jensen had taken leave until the baby arrived and a little longer. Both of them were getting nervous as they got closer to 9 months. They baby proofed the whole house and began setting up the baby room. Y/N was at the last mile of the pregnancy and it was not fun. Her ankles were swollen like crazy and her back was constantly in pain. Her need to pee became quite frequent, disrupting her peace. She got more emotional and poor Jensen took the brunt of it. But he took it happily understanding what she was going through.

One afternoon Jensen was called into work despite his holiday. It was an emergency and being head of the department it required his presence. But he didn’t want to leave Y/N alone in the house so he figured she’d be safer with him at the hospital where there are professionals to help her if needed.

That’s where Y/N found herself, bored to death and she sat in his office reading a book. An hour later and there was still no sign of Jensen. She decided to take a small walk to stretch her legs. As she was walking around occasionally greeting familiar faces, she felt a small pain in her abdomen. Jensen had already told her about false labor and what to expect from it. But that still didn’t prepare her for the shock and mild panic. She leant against the wall and clutched her stomach as the pain came again. One of the nurses noticed her discomfort and helped her to a couch. She paged Dr. Ackles and sat with her until he arrived.

10mins later Jensen got to her and helped her to his room. He made her lie down on the bed and felt around her abdomen, making sure it was just Braxton Hicks and nothing serious. He smiled softly at her and kissed her forehead once he made sure.

“It’s just Braxton Hicks, baby. Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?! That motherfucker hurt!” She glared at him.

He raised his hands in defence, amused at her, “It’s just your body preparing itself for the actual birth.” He explained.

“Jeez, can’t wait for that.” She said getting up. “Can we go home now, Jay?”

“Yeah sweetheart, let’s go”

Man, her mood swigs are going to be the death of him.

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9th month in

Y/N was reading a book on the couch in the living room while Jensen fell asleep while watching tv. The due date was almost here and they were as prepared as can be. They had the hospital bag ready to go. Jensen let the hospital know that he’d be the one delivering his child. No one else was allowed near his wife’s vagina. His words exactly. Now all they had to do was wait till their son was ready to come out. They hadn’t decided on a name yet. But they weren’t too worried about that. They’d figure that out eventually.

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted when she felt a warm wetness run down her leg. Her eyes widened when she realised what happened.

“Jay!” She yelled, but the man slept like a log. She threw a pillow at him and he woke up groggy.

“What? What happened?”

“Jay, my water broke!”

“Oh.. well then fix it.” He said, without thinking and in a sleep induced haze snuggling back into the sofa.

Y/N was taken aback by his reaction. “My husband, the great doctor, ladies and gentleman!” she exclaimed. “Jensen, my water broke! Your son wants to come out! NOW! STAT!” She yelled at him. That did it. It was quite comical the way he sprung out of the sofa and rushed to her.

“What?! Why didn’t you say that!?” He shouted. Making her laugh at him.

They rushed to the hospital, Jensen parted ways with her for a little bit to get prepped. Y/N was taken to the delivery room and they got her into a hospital gown and ready for birth. She wasn’t fully dilated yet and the contractions were getting more and more painful. Jensen sat with her the entire time, checking every so often to see if she was good to go.

“You know”, began Y/N she was all woozy from the pain, medication and tiredness. “Your profession really helps with the sex.”

Jensen laughed at that and blushed a little. “It sure does, sweetheart.”

“We did good making our baby boy” She mumbled. “It was so much fun.”

“Alright Y/N, let’s meet our boy, hmm? Push when I tell you to, baby” He said.

After hours of tiresome labour, they finally had their baby boy with them. The nurse took him away for a bit to clean him up and Jensen was tearing up as he made sure Y/N was alright. He kissed her lips before saying, “You did such an amazing job, baby. I’m so proud of you. Love you.”

“I love you so much, Jay.”

The nurse placed their son in Y/N’s arms and left. The two of them sat in awe looking at the little bundle. Their beautiful son was here and well. And Y/N realised just how lucky she was to share this experience with her husband, who got to deliver their son.

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sevenstarsinning · 4 years

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Hi guys! I loved the Reditz story you wrote! (With a lil hint of Turles hehe) Can I maybe request a Raditz story as well, where reader decides to take care of him after he’s been resurrected and they kinda slowly start liking each other. Your writing styles are so nice and immersive! Keep up the good work ✨🙌

I hope this is okay!

“All I’m saying is next time the delivery guy knocks on the door, don’t answer.”

“I don’t like them showing up unannounced. Why doesn’t this bother you, earthling?”

“You picked him up by the neck and made him piss his pants, Raditz. That’s what bothers me. He was just delivering a package.” You grabbed the large box and carried it to the kitchen to get a knife. Slicing through the tape, you lifted the cardboard flaps to reveal the new outfit you bought Raditz. If he was going to start leaving the house sometimes, he needed to look at least somewhat normal.

“Take these,” you said, passing him new pants, a shirt, and boxers, “I’ll meet you in your room in a minute. I have one more thing to grab.”

“I’m not an invalid, I can dress myself.” He towered over you but all of the fear you had when it came to him disappeared within a few days after you found him in that field. He could definitely still be intimidating, but he was also a teddy bear and it showed every now and then. It had become your personal goal to bring that out a little more each day.

“Obviously you can dress yourself, I just need to see if they fit. You’re not exactly the size of a normal guy,” you explained, sorting through the rest of the box contents. “Shoo, go to your room.”

“I’ve killed for much less than that, tiny human,” he warned, glaring down at you.

“Ya know, you’ve said that more than once, so, either kill me or stop saying it.” You smacked his chest and pushed him down the hallway towards his room.

“Are most humans this small and annoying?” He grumbled, walking backwards down the hallway because you weren’t nearly strong enough to push him on your own.

“Nope, just me. Lucky you.”

He backed into the bedroom and laid his new clothes on the bed.

“Strip,” you ordered, turning towards the bedside table to deposit some other small things to help make him stand out a little less. His hair was going to be an absolute bitch to tame.

"What if I wanted to keep the clothes I had on?" He asked.

You turned around to see him standing at the foot of the bed completely naked and nothing could’ve prepared you for how amazing his body was.

“Fuck… are you really happy wearing a tie-dye shirt from the stoner next door and board shorts?” You tried to focus on his face but you could still see that monster down below in your peripheral.

"Stoner?" He tilted his head like a confused puppy.

"Weed. You know what, nevermind. At least try the new clothes on, please?" You needed him covered before you made a very stupid decision with an alien you found in a field. Given the severe lack of intimacy over the last year, it didn't sound like the worst idea.

You watched as he got dressed and when it came time to pull the jeans on, you crossed your fingers that his insanely muscular legs wouldn't rip the denim. Not that you cared much about the pair of pants, you just really needed to see him wearing them for a bit.

Once he was done, you circled around him. Everything seemed to fit, much to your surprise.

"These pants, are they supposed to fit like this?" He asked, looking down at the pair of skinny jeans he managed to squeeze his big ass legs into.

"Mmhmm," you grinned, checking out the way his ass looked in those jeans. It was the sole reason you bought them in the first place.

"Why are you ogling, human?" He stepped towards you, watching your every move and reaction to him.

"I'm not ogling, just making sure you don't look ridiculous when you leave the house."

"Why would I leave? Your accommodations are modest but much better than the field." The closer he got, the more you wanted to climb him like a tree.

"So, the only reason you want to stay here is because of my house?"

"Should there be another reason other than food and shelter?" His brow raised slightly as he regarded you.

“No,” you answered simply and turned to leave.

Before you could reach the hallway, he stopped you, grabbing your wrist to spin you around with ease.

“Are you in heat, human?” He sniffed the air around you and suddenly it felt like you were losing your mind. Perhaps Raditz, the ridiculously attractive self proclaimed warrior from an alien race, wasn’t there at all. Maybe you finally cracked and he was just a very hot figment of your imagination.

“Alright, you can’t be saying shit like that.” You tugged on the hem of his shirt to smooth it out.

He tilted your head up with the tip of his finger. “You want something.”

"Don't we all?" You were calm on the outside but inside you were begging your unexpected roommate to lean down and kiss you. It didn't matter that he claimed to be from another planet and had a fluffy brown tail around his waist that he occasionally let free.

"Sure, but that's not an answer. What do you want, sweetheart?"

Your breath caught in your throat at the pet name. Something had definitely changed since you nursed him back to health but until that moment, you had done a pretty good job of pushing it aside.

"I want… " you paused, unsure if that was a line you should cross. "I want you on your knees so I can figure out how to make your hair stand out a little less."

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he dropped down to his knees. He was nearly at eye level and you quickly realized how bad you fucked up when your eyes met his. Weeks of him acting like a fish out of water were gone in an instant, replaced by an air of confidence. Living on Earth was new. But making people fall for him? That was something he had a lot of experience with.

You distracted yourself from the sexual tension with his hair but every time you moved back around to the front, his face was inches away from getting buried in your chest.

"Okay, I have no idea how to tame this so we'll just have to deal with people staring," you sighed and tossed a bottle of styling gel on the bed.

Strong hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer. Your hands immediately moved up to rest on his shoulders.

"So, what do you humans do on a first date?" Raditz asked, keeping his gaze on you.

"Why do you wanna know that?"

A big smile lit up his handsome face and the answer to your question became clear.

Raditz wanted to take you on a date.

#raditz x reader #supremeleadershitlord

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klaineanummel · 5 years

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looking for something that’ll (never) come 1/6

Blaine Anderson-Chang knows that his crush on his brother’s best friend, straight football star Kurt Hummel, is foolhardy. But every now and then Kurt gives him a look and Blaine can’t help but wonder.

Hey everyone!! Welcome to my newest fic :D This is a fic I’ve been wanting to write for ages, and am finally getting around to hehe it’s a fill for a prompt on the Glee Prompt Meme (link on AO3 and in the sidebar). This fic is complete, and I’m hoping to post it in its entirety over the course of the next two weeks or so. Hope you enjoy!!

Title from I’ve Been Waiting by Lil Peep

Blaine doesn’t have to be looking at Tina to hear the eye roll in the, “Oh my god,” she lets out when she pulls up in front of Blaine’s house.

Blaine forces his eyes away from the black Escalade parked next to his driveway, turning to his friend with a, “What?”

Tina sighs, leaning her forearms on the wheel. “Blaine.”

“What?” Blaine repeats, knowing he sounds totally unconvincing in his confusion. He knows he sat up a little straighter when he’d seen the car, and he can’t remember doing it but he’s pretty sure he did that little excited wiggle that Tina and Sam are always making fun of him for.

He’s never claimed to be a subtle person.

“Just… chill, okay?”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m chill.”

Tina raises an eyebrow. “You did the wiggle, pal.”

Yep, there it is. “Maybe I’m just excited to be home. Not have to see you anymore today.” He sticks his tongue out as he says it, hoping it will distract her.

This time he does see her roll her eyes. “Sure, Blaine. Whatever you say.”

He sighs, moving his messenger bag strap onto his shoulder and clutching it tight in his lap. He opens the door and sets one foot on the sidewalk. Then, he turns back to her and says, “It’s not because of Kurt.”

She frowns in faux-confusion. “I didn’t say anything about Kurt.”

He groans, and fully steps out of the car. He doesn’t close the door just yet, though, instead leaning against the top of it so he can still see Tina. “Thank you for driving me home.”

“Thank you for helping me pick out my prom dress,” she replies, still staring at him completely unimpressed. She glances past him, to his house, then looks back at him and says, “Text me later, okay?”

He snorts. It’s one of the things he loves most about Tina – she may give him shit, but at the end of the day she lives for the drama. No matter how much she disapproves of his crush, he knows he can always go to her with all the sordid details of whatever minute interaction he is overthinking. It’s great. Like having both the devil and the angel on his shoulder wrapped up in one person.

“You know I will,” he says, winking at her. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Blaine,” she wiggles her fingers as he finally shuts the door.

He heads up to his house, pulling out his keys and turning briefly to give Tina a final wave goodbye as she drives away. He then takes a deep breath and unlocks the door.

The first thing he hears is the sound of the TV from the living room, just a little louder than he knows Mama J likes it. He takes off his outside shoes and slips into his slippers, setting his keys on the hook with his name written above it in Mama P’s neat script.

He decides to drop his things off in his room before braving the living room, so he hurries straight up the stairs. When he reaches the top, he hears a couple of voices saying, “Come on, come on,” followed by a loud cheer a few seconds later. He shakes his head, smiling to himself as he walks into his room.

He hangs up his messenger bag on his coatrack, then heads to his closet, opening the left door so he can see himself in the reflection.

He knows it’s stupid to be concerned about how he looks. Kurt has seen him stumbling out of the bathroom at 2 o’clock in the morning with toothpaste still smeared on his face. He was front and center for the inside-out sweater vest ordeal. He’s even seen Blaine without hair gel, for goodness sake.

Still, he can’t help it. He wants to look nice.

He wants Kurt to think he looks nice.

He fixes his hair a little bit, tucks his polo back into his jeans, and adjusts the cuffs of his jeans slightly. He looks himself over for a moment more, then nods approvingly and closes his closet door, heading back downstairs before he can work himself up too much.

He’s just reached the bottom of the stairs when he hears Mike call out, “Blaine? Is that you?”

Blaine heads to the living room, poking his head in as though he’s just stopping in on the way to the kitchen. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Their living room is full of teenage boys. Three on the couch, two on the loveseat, and Kurt, as always, lounging in the recliner. They all look up at him when he speaks, and Finn even graces him with a wave. Then, as soon as he had the eyes of six football players on him, he no longer does, the pull of the football game far too strong.

As subtly as he can, Blaine flicks his eyes over to where Kurt is sitting, leaned forward with his legs spread wide, elbows rested on his thighs. He’s still watching Blaine, smirking a little, and Blaine looks away quickly, already feeling a blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Hey,” Mike says, grinning at him. He scoots a little down on the couch, forcing Finn and Matt to squish together even more. “You wanna join us?”

Blaine glances at the TV, wrinkling his nose a little. He doesn’t really care for either of the teams playing, and as much as he’d love to be in the same room as Kurt for the next hour or so, he does have a lot of homework to do.

Plus, he’s been informed very indelicately by his friends that he is completely obvious about his crush, and he isn’t sure if he should put himself in a position of being caught staring at Kurt for an hour straight.

“I think I’ll pass for today, but thanks.”

“Aw, come on,” Kurt speaks up, still smirking, and Blaine’s heart skips a beat in his chest. “Bobcats, man. We’re destroying the Ravens.”

Blaine scrunches up his face a bit. “More of a college football guy, to be honest.”

“Dude, he said no,” Finn says, shoving Mike back over on the couch. “There isn’t really any room for him here anyway.”

“Yeah, cause you’re on here,” Mike replies, shoving Finn right back. “Besides, Blaine is small. You could fit two of him where you’re sitting.”

Finn just laughs, but Blaine finds himself blushing a little at that. Small isn’t exactly the word he wants his brother’s friends associating him with. Especially one of them.

“I got tons of room over here,” Kurt says, wiggling his eyebrows.

Now he’s definitely blushing, but he manages to hit back with, “Careful Kurt, I might take you up on that.”

A couple of the guys laugh, but Kurt just keeps watching him, smirk still firmly in place.

God, Blaine cannot figure him out.

Without saying anything else, Blaine removes his head from the living room and heads down to the kitchen. He immediately pulls out a glass and grabs some water from the fridge, sipping it slowly.

The thing is, he knows Kurt’s straight. It’s kind of the biggest reason that Sam and Tina give him so much shit over his crush. And he’s not just like, average straight, he’s really straight. Football player who dates cheerleaders straight. Drives an Escalade straight. Texts girls late at night asking if they’re up with the eggplant emoji straight.

But he also does things like stare at Blaine intensely whilst smirking. Or ask him to share a recliner that’s barely large enough for just Kurt. Or text him whenever he’s drunk, asking why he never comes to parties with Mike. Or get really annoyed when Blaine doesn’t come to one of their football games, and then really excited whenever he does.

He doesn’t want to be that guy that’s constantly wondering what if, especially since he’s specifically heard Kurt call himself heterosexual on multiple occasions and he really wants to respect that, but sometimes he can’t help it.

Maybe it’s just the hopeless romantic in him.

He sets his glass of water by the sink, then walks over to the cupboard Mama J always keeps stocked with junk food and pulls out a half-full pack of Oreos. He picks five out, then puts the pack back and leans against the counter, biting into the first one slowly.

“Yo, Mini AC.”

He looks up, eyes wide as Kurt walks into the kitchen. He has to force himself not to obviously check Kurt out, but it’s so hard because, damn, he had not noticed earlier exactly how tight the t-shirt Kurt is wearing is.

“Hey,” Blaine replies after swallowing the cookie in his mouth. Kurt walks right up to him until he’s leaning next to Blaine on the counter.

He grins down at Blaine, then reaches out and steals one of Blaine’s Oreos. It brings their bodies slightly closer, their hips now brushing together ever so slightly.

Blaine is pretty sure he’s no longer breathing.

“You’re weird, you know that?”

“Huh?” It comes out like an exhale of breath.

“Why do you always eat your snacks in the kitchen?” Kurt takes a bite out of his cookie. “A normal person,” he continues, mouth full of cookie, “would grab his snacks and,” he swallows, “take them up to his room. Or out into the living room, where his friends are.”

Blaine swallows thickly. “Well,” he says, tongue feeling thick as he watches Kurt pop the other half of the Oreo into his mouth. “I don’t like to eat in my room because I hate crumbs. And, uh,” he glances at the doorway just as a loud cheer erupts form the living room. “You guys are really more Mike’s friends. Don’t want to cramp his style.”

“You hate crumbs,” Kurt mutters, grinning and shaking his head. “You’re really something else.”

Blaine presses his lips together to stop the ear-to-ear grin he can feel himself wanting to break into.

“But you’re wrong about the second part,” Kurt says, leaning over to steal another one of Blaine’s cookies. “We’re your friends, too. I mean, christ, we’ve been parking our asses on that couch for like ten years now. You even join us sometimes,” he nudges Blaine with his elbow, and it pushes him away just a little bit. Blaine immediately misses the warmth of Kurt’s body, and wonders if there’s a subtle way he can get close again.

“Sure,” is all he manages to say.

Kurt shakes his head, chuckling. “You coming to the game Saturday?”

Normally Blaine would play coy, see if he can get a reaction out of Kurt by saying he won’t, but, well. He can’t really pretend given what game it is. “You guys are up for the championship. Obviously, I’ll be there.”

Kurt nods. “Good. Need my good luck charm, you know.”

And that’s another thing that confuses Blaine. Because no matter what girl Kurt is currently dating, or sleeping with, or pursuing, he always calls Blaine his good luck charm. And every single time Blaine attends a game and they win, the very first thing that Kurt does is look for him in the audience and point directly at him.

Sam tells him it’s a superstitious thing, but Blaine can’t help but wonder.

“Oh, good, you’re still here,” Blaine looks away from Kurt, surprised to see Finn walking into the kitchen, too. Without thinking, Blaine inches ever so slightly further away from Kurt.

“Hey, Finn,” he says.

“Yeah, hey,” Finn waves a dismissive hand. “Look, you remember the game last weekend? Against Dalton?”

Blaine frowns, then glances up at Kurt confused. He’s hoping it’ll be a small moment of comradery between the two at Finn’s strange question, but instead he finds that any trace of a smile has disappeared from Kurt’s face. His jaw is actually jutting out a little, and he’s sending Finn a fairly icy glare.

It just makes Blaine frown more as he turns back to Finn with a, “Yeah, why?”

“Well,” Finn continues, clearly completely oblivious to Kurt’s stare. “I went to camp a few years ago with the Dalton quarterback, Sebastian Smythe. He noticed you when you came onto the field to congratulate us and thought you were really cute.”

Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up at that. “What?” He hadn’t really been paying attention to anything other than the fact that as soon as he stepped foot on the field Kurt immediately ran up to him and picked him up in a way-too-tight hug that literally swept Blaine off his feet.

“He asked if I knew you and if you’d be interested in getting coffee with him sometime,” Finn is wiggling his eyebrows as he says it, and Blaine feels his heartrate going up a little bit.

“Well, I mean,” Blaine glances up at Kurt again, and yeah, Kurt is definitely glaring at Finn. “I don’t really know him. Or what he looks like.”

“Dude, he’s totally hot for a guy,” Finn says. “And he’s like, nice and stuff. You’ll like him, for real.”

Blaine presses his lips together. He glances up at Kurt again. Kurt, who he has had a crush on for over a year. Kurt, who confuses him. Kurt, who hugs him like he’s the only person who exists but then hooks up with a cheerleader later in the night.

He’s never really been asked out before. Is he really going to say no because of a guy who can’t even return his feelings?

“Uh, sure,” he finally says, shrugging.

Finn does a tiny fist pump. “Sweet! I’ll send him your number and you can fix something up. You’ll seriously like him a lot, I swear dude.”

“Great,” Blaine says, giving a weak smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Finn grins at him, then turns around and leaves again. Blaine looks back up at Kurt as he goes, hoping the iciness will have left his eyes, but it hasn’t. Instead, he’s still glaring daggers where Finn just was, and his arms have come up to cross over his chest.

“That was weird, huh?” Blaine says, hoping to diffuse some of the tension. “I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever—”

“Yeah,” Kurt cuts him off. “Right. Look, I’m missing the game, so.”

He pushes off from the counter and walks out of the kitchen without even giving Blaine a chance to respond.

“Right,” Blaine says, though he knows Kurt won’t be able to hear him. “Bye, then,” he says to nobody, eyes falling down to the cookies in his hands.

He sighs, shoves one in his mouth and leaves the kitchen, eating the other one as soon as he swallows the first one.

He really hopes that Tina is home by now, because he doesn’t think just texting her is going to suffice this time.

#klaineanummel fic #klaine fic #klaine au #klaine #pov: blaine #multi chapter #over 10k under 20k

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hermannsthumb · 5 years

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hi maria if u have the inspiration and the time would u perhaps consider writing something where newt thinks they r actual rivals but hermann’s just into the homoeroticism of a rivals to lovers Situation? i just think thatd be a fun time :-) xoxo, Not AJ

hehe hello aj........hope u enjoy. shout-out to twitter for helping me w magazine names lol. this also gives me a great opportunity to write some classic Hermann Screwing With Newt. not enough of that content.

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“I read your interview,” Hermann says.

Newt glances up from his workbench: Hermann is standing in front of him, one hand wrapped around the handle of his cane, the other brandishing a brightly-colored magazine at Newt. Newt sets down his hacksaw and shoves up his goggles (oversized, to allow space for his glasses) to properly squint at Hermann. “What?”

“Your interview in Bio,” Hermann says. He holds up the magazine a little higher, and, sure enough, Newt catches sight of a tiny, saturated photograph of himself smiling awkwardly at the top of the page, the Meet Dr. Newton Geiszler, The World’s Top-Leading Expert in K-Biology in bold purple capitals next to it. Hermann has the faintest hint of a smirk on his face. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me they were featuring you. A two-page spread, at that.”

Blushing, Newt snatches away the magazine. “That’s because it’s trash, and I only did it for the money,” he says. The photo they used of him turned out terrible, too, now that he’s getting a closer look at it--the stylist they had on hand spiked Newt’s hair up with a stupid amount of hair gel and made him take off his tie, and they posed him with his arms crossed in a super corny fake lab set. Smoking beakers and everything. Like Newt’s a baby-cheeked mad scientist. “All they did was ask me about my personal life. Not a single question about my research. Who’s gonna give a shit about that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Hermann says. “I imagine it’s rather humanizing to know the fate of the world partially rests in the hands of--” A mock-thoughtful expression crosses his face, like he hasn’t committed the entire article to memory already, the jackass. “--someone who favors boxers over briefs.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t gonna tell thousands of people I go commando, was I?”

“Or, if he was a type of potato,” Hermann says, like he didn’t hear him, “would be ‘tater-tots’. I can’t believe that’s a question they asked you.”

“Ha, ha,” Newt deadpans. “Glad you’re having fun. You done yet?”

“Almost,” Hermann says, gleefully. He hands Newt the magazine and taps a section he’s circled, neatly, in yellow highlighter. Newt snatches it away. “I quite enjoyed the bit where you talk about me.”

Hermann, my partner--research partner, I mean, not--uh--total genius, keeps me on my feet, Newt said, because they’d asked Newt about his personal relationships after interrogating him about his old band for twenty minutes, and, seeing as Newt has no friends, and hasn’t had a steady boyfriend in seven months, Hermann (who is sort-of kind-of both) was the first and only person who sprang to mind. I really admire the guy, even if he can be a total pain in the ass sometimes. He’s not afraid to tell me when I’m wrong. I’m not afraid to tell him when he’s wrong. It’s like--we’re not really friends, more scientific rivals.

The article didn’t edit out anything, of course. Hearing it over now makes Newt cringe in mortification. Scientific rivals--yeesh. He may as well have said half their arguments end with Hermann’s tongue down Newt’s throat.

“Scientific rivals,” Hermann echoes, taking the magazine back. “That’s how you see us.”

He sounds way too amused for Newt’s liking, so Newt snaps his goggles back into place, pulls on a fresh rubber glove, and sticks his hand into the kaiju spleen on his bench with a wet squish (relishing in Hermann’s wince) before answering. “We are scientific rivals. What else was I supposed to call us? Frenemies-for-life? Lab partners with benefits?”

Hermann hums noncommittally.

Newt pulls his hand from the spleen. He frowns. “You don’t think we’re rivals?”

“‘Rivals’ implies that we’re on--ah--equal footing,” Hermann says. “Statistically speaking, Newton--I do tend to win more arguments.” His smug little smile from earlier returns. “Thirty-seven percent more, to be precise.”

“Of course you’ve calculated that,” Newt says. Probably up there on his chalkboard crammed in the corner of all his Breach data. Tally: Newt, 3061, Hermann, 4000....something. Newt’s a biologist, man, he doesn’t care about this shit. “So, what, if you don’t actually think we’re,” he pitches his voice into his Hermann Impression, “intellectual equals, you just like arguing for shits and giggles?”

“Now, I never said I don’t consider you an equal,” Hermann scoffs. A touch condescendingly. Oh, God, he’s probably adding this conversation to his tally the second they’re done--Newt’s jumping to conclusions or tossing out ridiculous hypotheses with unsubstantiated data, or whatever cards Hermann likes to play to shut him up. June 5, 2024: Swiftly explained to Newton that he’s not beneath me, how ridiculous of him to think otherwise. “Or that I don’t--in the broad sense of the term--consider you a rival. Merely that I’m usually right.”

Newt sticks his tongue out.

“Though you’re spot-on about arguing,” Hermann says.

Newt stops sticking his tongue out. “What?” he says.

“You’re spot-on,” Hermann repeats. The tips of his sticky-out ears go pink. “I enjoy arguing with you, and having you consider me your rival. It’s--” He clears his throat. “Stimulating.”

The way Hermann says the word makes it very clear that it’s not in the intellectual sense. More in the clothing-on-the-lab-floor-getting-off-on-getting-pissed-off sense. “Stimulating?”

“And a touch romantic,” Hermann confesses. “The cliche of it all, I mean.” He sounds a bit dreamy when he adds “Rivals.”

Hermann Gottlieb, self-professed dealer of cold, mathematical facts only, scorner of sentimentality in all forms, standing in front of Newt and implying they have a forbidden romance right out of some dimestore bodice-ripper. Newt should’ve known it was all an act from the very beginning: Hermann hand-wrote him letters in the twenty-first century instead of just copying and pasting his email from the MIT faculty page like any normal person. “You drama-loving bitch,” Newt says, grinning. “I feel like I should be offended.”

Hermann’s ears have gone fully red. “I know you enjoy it too.”

“Uh-huh,” Newt says. He tosses both filthy gloves to his bench (enjoying Hermann’s second disgusted wince of the day), wipes his hands off on his corduroys, then pulls his goggles off all the way. “C’mon, I want you to look over my weekly report before I send it off to Pentecost. You can tell me how bad it is and then we can make out.”

“That sounds nice,” Hermann says, and follows him happily to his desk.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

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sundayskin · 6 years

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Hiiii I have an oily acne prone skin, blemishes and some blackheads around my cheeks. I live in Philippines and my country is known to be tropical. I'm only 14 as of now and idk what products and ingredients i should use based on my skin problems. Please recommend me some products (budget friendly pls coz i'm only a student hehehe), routine and tips π_π hmmm it's also alright if u recommend me a drugstore products. Thank you so much ily ♡♡♡

Hi !! First off, i love you too, hehe. And ohmygosh I love the Philippines! It’s so nice to get asks from people around the world, I seriously feel so much love! Okay, so below I’ll recommend you some products I think would be great for your skin, but don’t feel like these are the only good products out there, cause that’s totally not the case!

♡ A good clay mask is a must for oily, acne-prone skin! I think you can find these pretty much anywhere and they’re usually affordable. I like to do these every other night if I’m not being lazy, it really helps balance my skin, control oil, and improve my acne. I always get this one, just because I know it’s safe for sensitive skin and it’s cheap. But this one is also popular. Really though, any clay mask will do! Also, I heard this could also be used as an overnight spot treatment, similar to those popular drying lotions. I still have yet to try, but it seems like a neat idea, especially for oily skin types. Just mix the clay mask, tap it on any blemishes and let it dry before you go to bed and wash it off the following morning.

♡ Aloe vera gel is going to be a great moisturizer for you, especially in the tropical climate you live in. It’s light but still gives you some moisture, great for oily skin types. Also, it should help reduce redness and help calm any acne blemishes. Again, this is a product you can find at a lot of places. My favorite (though they’re really all the same) is this one, by Nature Republic. You could be cool, and grow your own aloe vera too (but I’ve got no time for that!).

♡Another good moisturizer option for oily skin types, if aloe vera isn’t enough for you or you want to try something else, is an essence. Traditionally, essences are a pre-moisturizer type of product, but for oily skin types or in the hot summer months, it can be a great alternative to a heavier moisturizer. There are so many great essences out there, but definitely check out this one by Elizavecca or this one by Secret Key - both great options and on the cheaper side of essences. Basically, these are a moisturizing, water-like product. You just put a coin size amount in your hand and pat it in your skin - you can do this as many times as you need. These essences in particular are great for acne-prone skin, but they’re mostly going to give your skin moisture and improve the overall texture of your skin.

♡ Mario-badescu drying lotion - I think this is a great option as a spot treatment for oily skin types. It’s not the cheapest, so maybe look into dupes, because I know there are ones out there that are just as good. You can use this at night to spot treat your blemishes, I hope you’ll see an improvement overtime like I do when I use it. But definitely try using a clay mask instead first, it could turn out to work just as well, and that saves you some money.

♡ You’ll want a good spf in your routine too, especially in the Philippines! My favorite atm is Nivea’s sun gel, it’s lightweight and can double as a moisturizer for oily to normal skin types. I haven’t tried a ton of sunscreens though, so look around if you’d like - I know the Missha sun milk essence is super popular too.

♡ Get some sort of exfoliating product, like an exfoliating toner. There’s a ton of these, I’ve heard great things about the Missha super aqua smooth peeling pads. One of my favorite exfoliating masks is this one by a brand called Vichy - you may have to order this one, and it isn’t the cheapest, but it should last you awhile. When I use it I see a real improvement in the texture of my skin, and it really helps with those annoying tiny blemishes that just don’t seem to go away. This could be a once or twice a week special treatment product in your routine.

This is all I can think of atm. I think you caught me at a bad time to ask for recommendations, I’m at a stage where I’m trying to finish my old products so I can start an all new routine and I’m not sure what works great and doesn’t quite yet. I still haven’t found that holy grail toner or cleanser yet. I know it sounds kinda lame, but looking at the reviews of products and what is popular can really tell you if a product is good or not. This isn’t always true though, of course. A suggestion I always tell skincare beginners or those looking to start a routine is to watch youtube videos and read reviews and simply create a list of the products you want to incorporate in your routine. I think you should definitely include a clay mask and an exfoliating toner (you’ll know a toner is exfoliating when it says “peeling toner” or if it includes aha’s or bha’s). The most basic routine I think you can start with is cleanser (double cleanse if/when you wear makeup - this can be an oil cleanser, cleansing water, or cleansing wipes, etc.) + (exfoliating) toner + moisturizer + spf. You can add in more products when you have a basic routine set up, and sometimes spf can double as your moisturizer too. You’re younger (and you know this lol), so I think a simple routine with really good products will be best for you.

Also, yesstyle is my go-to when shopping for skincare, amazon is great too. Yesstyle just seems to have EVERYTHING and in one place. I’m almost certain they ship to the Philippines. You could easily navigate to the skincare section, and look through the cleansers, toners, etc and pick the ones you think would be best for you. I like to go to the “sort” or “filter” option and make sure I’m seeing the best sellers first, because again, products are usually best-sellers for a reason. AGAIN, not always, but in most cases.

Definitely check out skincare videos by youtuber Edward Avila, I believe he has a similar skin type as you, and he knows what he’s talking about - his skin has improved so much, I’m honestly jealous!

Anyhow, I think I should stop this post here. I tend to go on and on when answering asks, and I can imagine how this can be overwhelming! I hope this was helpful to you, and please send in more asks if you have more questions. Sorry this was such a late reply. Sending love to the Philippines -sundayskin ♡

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