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sunlightmurdock · 1 year ago

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My Future in You | 2.5 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, will be smut so 18+, enemies to lovers kinda thing, extreme inaccuracies on hospitals and the entire birthing process but this is fiction so we move. WC: 4.7k

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Bradley spins the padlock, humming as he does, twisting the lock and pulling open his locker. That run was awful, his instructor has been breathing down his back and Bradley had fucked up two consecutive manoeuvres. He’s sweaty, and tired.

It’s nice out, though, and you’ve been so couped up recently that it’s driving you crazy. If he’s done early enough he could take you out. It’s the middle of summer, there are tons of properties not far that host drive-ins.

You’d probably like that.

He reaches for his bag first. Towel, clothes, soap — the necessities. Under that, is his phone, which he picks up absentmindedly, without checking. Immediately, it starts to buzz in his hand. He turns it over as he walks towards the showers, seeing an unknown number flash up on the screen.

Instinct tells him to answer. He taps the button and cautiously brings the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“There you are, you son of a bitch!”

Bradley blinks, frowning slightly. His stomach drops.

“Jake?”

“No, no! Don’t you dare fucking speak, where the hell are you?” Jake rants on the other end of the line. Bradley’s brows furrow as he plugs a finger into his ear to try to hear. He knows for a fact that Jake gets one call a week, and he hasn’t ever wasted that call on speaking to Bradley.

“What? — I’m at work, what’s going on?” About fifteen other pilots just piled into this room behind him, it’s hard to hear, even with the way your brother is screaming.

“My baby sister’s about to have your kid in your dumbass uncle’s car is what’s going on! — I’m so serious about this, Bradley, if you fucking let her down today, I will kill you — I promise you that I will actually—“

“Uncle? Jake, slow down, I’m grabbing my keys. Where the fuck is she?” Bradley turns on his heel and shoves his way back through the steam-filled locker room, pressing the phone closer to try to hear. It has been hours since he was able to check his phone and the thought makes his throat tight. He can’t think of how many times you would have tried to reach him, how scared you must be.

It’s the entire reason you’re here, away from everything you have ever known; so that he could be there for you. And he isn’t. He might have missed it. He could have let you down all over again.

“She’s on her way to Sacred Heart Hospital! Do you know how many fucking times she tried to call you?” Before Jake even gets to finish his second sentence, Bradley has started running, hoping that he doesn’t turn a corner and knock hot coffee into someone important.

Jake continues to rant on the other end of the line but Bradley’s far from even listening. All he can think of now is when he woke up the night after halloween and saw you laying in his bed, wrapped in his jersey. You had looked so comfortable that he hadn’t wanted to wake you.

On his run that morning, he had thought about it. If he had woken you. Asked you for your number, asked you on a date. He had thought about the way you had joked the night before and the instant connection. But then he came home and realized who you were. It was all downhill from there with the way he had treated you.

He should have just woken you that morning, asked you if you would go to dinner with him. There are so many things he would do differently now. He swallows as he climbs into the driver’s side of his truck and wraps a hand around the wheel just to notice how much he’s trembling now.

“Are you fucking listening to me?”

Bradley swallows, fumbling to get the key into the ignition and balance his phone between his ear and his cheek. “Look, Jake… I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you when I can.”

Jake starts to protest, but Bradley hangs up anyway. His heartbeat thuds in his ears as he backs out of the parking spot. August third. It hasn’t ever been important before, it will be every day for the rest of his life. It’s his son’s birthday.

Maverick winces at your bedside. He has been told by nurses six times now to just sit, that it could be a while before a doctor can see you. But, he won’t. He has been standing to the right side of your bed for over an hour now. He has been acting on autopilot, he barely even knows how he got you here. It’s the one thing that has kept him alive in his career so far, probably. Instinct.

He watches as you double forwards, gritting your teeth, whimpering in pain.

Bradley doesn’t have anybody, Maverick never had anybody. You’ve got two parents out there somewhere who are willing to let you go through this alone. He swallows softly at the thought and lifts his hand, brushing it tenderly over your head as he leans closer.

“It’s alright, you’re going to be just fine.” He says quietly. Your hand darts out and your fingers link between his, squeezing hard at his shaking hand. As much as he’s certain that your grip is going to bruise, he just exhales slowly and smooths his thumb over the back of your hand.

He didn’t even know your name this morning.

“Alright, Miss Seresin,” The snap of a surgical glove alerts the both of you, looking up quickly to see the smiling woman in the colourful scrubs entering the room. “My name is Lucy, I’m just here to do a quick check on how things are progressing. How does that sound?”

Still gritting your teeth, you’re too busy holding your breath and waiting for the pain to subside to answer her. Maverick makes a pained sound at your side, exhaling deeply as you finally let go of his hand.

“Mhm.” You manage out.

Lucy offers you a sympathetic smile as she pulls up a stool at the end of the bed. Maverick turns his attention towards the ceiling as she settles between your legs. You make a soft sound, closing your eyes. You wish that your mom was here holding your hand, rather than Bradley’s last standing family member.

“Okay, you’re still at six centimeters,” Lucy hums. You drop your head back against the pillow and groan in frustration. You’ve been at six centimeters for an hour and a half. Maverick squeezes your hand softly as Lucy grabs your chart from the end of the bed. “How would you rate your pain at the moment?”

“I don’t know. Does it get worse than this?” Your voice trembles as you speak. After sobbing hysterically into both Bradley’s voicemail and to Jake’s commander, begging him to put Jake on the phone, you’ve been doing your best not to cry again. It seems to make Maverick uncomfortable.

“Can you give her anything? — An epidural, or whatever?” Maverick presses.

Lucy presses her lips into a line as she pushes herself to her feet and sets the chart back into its place. She gives a small shake of her head. If she knew anything about Pete Mitchell, she would know that ‘no’ isn’t a word he often agrees with.

“Why not?” He urges, brows knitting together as he drops your hand and straightens up. You glance between him and her.

She sighs softly. “With pregnancies that have complications, we tend to advise against epidural. It could put more strain on his heart, we would have to monitor very closely.”

“So monitor it closely. If you’re so worried, why has she been sitting here for an hour on her own?” Maverick challenges her. Lucy looks towards you and wrings her hands together.

“Pete, stop.” You breathe out.

“I can get the doctor to discuss it with you. It’s still an option at this point, but—“

“I don’t want it.” Your answer is instant. It’s the most confident you’ve sounded all day. Maverick’s head whips around and for the first time, you catch sight of Bradley in his eyes. It’s not a genetic thing, just more of a temperament. All of those hours spent together, Bradley’s quizzical, developing mind. He’s been copying those mannerisms subconsciously since he was in the first grade.

“But—“

“I don’t want it. We’ll be just fine without it.” You decide calmly, smoothing your palms over your swollen stomach for one of the last times. Pete opens his mouth at your side, he almost argues with you, but he stops himself. This isn’t his kid, or even his family — Bradley has made that clear. So, pressing his lips together, he just nods.

Bradley can feel all of the eyes on him. Maybe it’s because he’s in uniform, maybe it’s because he is walking so fast that when he collided with a doctor two minutes ago, he knocked the poor guy straight on his ass and just kept walking. His eyes widen as he spots the reception desk finally.

“Seresin. My, uh — my girlfriend is having a baby. Her last name is Seresin, she should be here.” Bradley breathes out. The nurse looks up at him and smiles. She sees a lot of stressed out, first time dads. This isn’t unusual.

“Alright. What’s your name, honey?” She smiles.

“Bradley Bradshaw.”

“I’ll tell her you’re here, I’ll come get you as soon as she says it’s okay. Why don’t you get some water, just take a breath?” She reaches out and pats the hand that he has resting on top of the counter. Bradley swallows, managing to give her a stiff nod.

She’s gone for less than two minutes, but Bradley’s pounding heart just makes it feel like it’s an eternity. She can see it on his face when she walks back towards him that he’s terrified. So, she just offers him a smile and nods for him to follow her.

At first, Bradley doesn’t even notice that there’s anyone else in the room. All he sees is you, sitting up in the bed, your hair pulled back and tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He rushes towards you. You whimper as he wraps you in his arms, grabbing onto him tightly. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. “Jake got through to me, I got here as soon as I could.”

“I was scared you wouldn’t make it in time.” You whisper into his chest. Bradley turns his head and kisses your temple, nodding. He opens his mouth to agree, and then takes notice of who is standing at the other side of your bed. His uncle. He hadn’t taken much notice of what Jake had said on the phone.

He stands up straight and stares, silent for a second. Maverick has learned by now to just keep his mouth shut.

“I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from my family.”

“Bradley, don’t. He got me here, he stayed with me.” You frown up at him. Bradley just stares over you, looking at the man who has let him down again and again for as long as they have known each other.

Maverick takes a slow step back, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I’ll go. I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”

“No, Mav—“

“I don’t want him here. He doesn’t need to be anywhere near—“

“I want him here.” You answer back, scowling up at your boyfriend. Of all the stupid arguments that the two of you have had, Bradley knows better than to pick a fight with someone who is in active labour.

Even so, Maverick has spent more than two decades going against Bradley’s wishes. Making him eat his vegetables, refusing to let him drop out of little league, almost ruining his career. He needs to give his nephew some leeway here, if this is going to work.

“I could go to your place. Get you some things, give you two a minute. I’ll come back, sit in the waiting room. If you want me, I’ll be right outside.”

“No.” Bradley deadpans. You shoot him a look, then turn to offer Pete a small smile.

“Can I text you a list? I have it all written on my phone.”

Maverick nods. He still has your keys from earlier, and honestly, he’s grateful to be out from Bradley’s glare once he leaves the room. You’re grateful that you aren’t going to have the two of them fighting while you’re trying to do this.

Bradley’s scowl fades once he’s certain that Maverick is far enough away. He turns around and perches on the side of your bed, draping his arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.

“How are you feeling? — Did they give you anything for the pain, yet?” He asks softly, smoothing his free hand tenderly over your stomach. You scrunch your nose slightly and turn to frown at him.

“No — Bradley, you smell disgusting.”

He stares back at you, blinking slowly. “Honey, I ran a red light to get here. Showering wasn’t my top priority.”

“No, I know, but — could you maybe put your arm down?”

His mouth twitches, giving an amused shake of his head as he unwraps his arm from around you. He entwines his fingers with yours instead, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “What do you mean they haven’t given you anything? — Do you want me to talk to someone?”

“No, no. I can’t have an epidural, it would put him at risk. I’m going to do it without.” You’re quiet as you explain it, just waiting for Bradley to freak out like Maverick had wanted to. He’s quiet for a minute. You brace yourself.

He strokes his thumb softly along the fabric of the hospital gown. It takes him a minute to finally lift his head and look you in the eye. He exhales slowly.

“You’re sure?”

“You couldn’t change my mind if you tr— ah.” You wince, sitting bolt upright and holding your breath. Bradley barely even notices you squeezing his hand. He feels sick, watching the way your entire body goes rigid with the pain. He has read that this can take like eight hours the first time, and he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to sit through eight hours of watching you suffer like this.

That being said, there’s nothing he can do but be here. An hour later, he’s already on the verge of tearing his hair out as silent tears roll down your cheeks while you sip on water. He has suggested the epidural twice more since your first conversation, you’ve refused it twice.

The contractions are more regular now. You’re trying to keep him calm, knowing that he’s freaking out even more than you are, but they’re close enough together now that you haven’t spoken in a while. You knew this was going to hurt, but the last ten minutes have been agony.

“Okay, Miss Seresin, just here for another quick check.” Lucy strolls back into the room smiling again, shooting a quick look to the new man standing at your bedside. Bradley glances between you and her, fighting to ask her where the hell she has been. She sits between your legs once more. You sigh in discomfort. The thing about not having an epidural — you can feel everything. “Oh.”

Bradley looks at her. “Oh?”

“She, uh — We’re just about there. That was fast, you’re sure this is your first?” Her smile has faded for the first time. You stare at her face. She looks scared. You feel like you’re going to throw up.

“She’d notice if it wasn’t, wouldn’t she?” Bradley bites. You swing your arm out and smack him in the stomach. Lucy stands up quickly.

“I’m going to grab the doctor.”

You’re quiet as she hurries off, turning your head and looking up at Bradley. He watches your lip tremble and reaches out instinctively, stroking gently at your cheek. He wipes a salty tear from your skin.

“She looked worried.” You whisper to him.

He leans down, pressing a slow, soft kiss to your mouth as he squeezes your hand. “You’ve got this. You’re going to be just fine. This whole time, you’ve been so strong. Just a little longer.”

Squeezing his hand, you lean closer and rest your face against his arm.

“I’m so fucking scared.”

“Nothing’s going to happen, to either one of you.” Bradley kisses the top of your head, his eyes sting. He closes them and inhales the familiar scent of your hair. There’s no way in hell he’s going to cry in front of you. “Just a little longer and he’s going to be here, this is all going to be worth it.”

He doesn’t know that for sure, there’s no way that he can, but it’s enough for you to believe it. Besides, there isn’t a lot of time to be caught up in the fear. Once pushing starts, there’s only one thing on your mind and that’s getting this over and done with.

Bradley isn’t sure what he was expecting labour to be like, but he wasn’t expecting so many people. There are six people in this room and Bradley isn’t sure exactly what any of them are here for specifically. His main focus is you.

Each time you push, your body goes tense, you grit your teeth and you hold your breath. He’s sure that you’re going to pass out any minute now.

“Okay, another big one. You’re doing great.” The doctor instructs. Bradley shoots him a furious look. A nurse at your side is quick to rub your shoulder and tell you to breathe. He leans in close and kisses the top of your head. Once again, you grit your teeth and push hard. Bradley feels like he can’t breathe himself.

This time, you don’t hold your breath. Instead, it’s all forced out of your lungs at once as you scream out, digging your nails into Bradley’s palm, hot tears spilling onto your cheeks. The second that you’re done screaming, there’s no getting your breath back. You inhale too fast and sob back out an exhale. Again and again as the nurse at your side tells you to slow down.

“Alright, and again.” The doctor sighs.

Your eyes flicker to him, and Bradley snaps. He can’t stand the pain in your expression, and he can’t stand that doctor’s fucking tone. “Again? — She needs a break. She can’t go again.”

The abundantly calm older lady between your legs simply lifts her head and looks up at him through her glasses. She has been delivering babies longer than either one of you has been alive. “Son, there’s no time for a break right now. This baby’s coming. Rather than yelling at me, focus on her.”

Bradley’s jaw ticks as he settles in closer and brings your knuckles up to rest against his lips. He winces, blinking back tears as you have to go through another tough push. Your head falls back against the pillows in a moment of brief respite.

He studies your face for a second. Up until this exact moment in time, as he’s wiping tears from your cheeks with his free hand, Bradley had seen the two of you maybe having another kid. Right now, he’s certain that he’ll never put you through any of this again.

“You must hate me right now.” He whispers, giving a soft shake of his head. Honestly, he doesn’t really expect you to answer. He barely expects you to hear him. He definitely doesn’t expect you to laugh.

Your face is hot, and blotchy with tears. Your entire body is exhausted and trembling, and you’re laughing at him. Sniffling, you blink through the tears, “I’ve hated you more than I do right now, it’s okay.”

He can’t help but smile, brushing a few strands of hair back off of your face, then leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I’ve been thinking a lot, about the future, and about our family—“

“Don’t you dare fucking propose to me right now, Bradley. Don’t.” You growl. The nurse at your side just can’t hold it in. Bradley frowns at her as she giggles and rubs soothingly at your back. He kisses your knuckles and closes his mouth.

You’re right. He’ll finish that speech another time.

“Here’s his head.”

Bradley looks swiftly away and stares at the ceiling. The death-grip that you’ve got on his hand is the least of his worries. The thought alone is enough to make him dizzy. Jake’s going to kill him if he passes out. He inhales slowly through his nose and leans in again, resting his forehead against your temple as you cry out.

“There we go, that’s perfect. Keep going, he’s almost here.” The doctor’s tone never lifts above a breezy cadence. She’s beyond cool, finally glancing up to offer you a small smile.

He sticks to your side, kissing your temple. Your chest heaves. There’s not long to go, you’re almost done. But, the end is the worst. It really does feel like you’re going to black out. You don’t know how people have been doing this for so long, or why some of them choose to have so many kids after this pain.

You half expect to give up, to break down crying and begging for your mother before it’s all done. You’re right on the verge, whimpering into the sleeve of Bradley’s flight suit. And then, it’s over. The doctor exhales deeply and hums.

He takes his first big inhale and promptly wails into the air.

The doctor has him in her hands when she looks up and catches sight of the two of you before her. You’re clinging onto his hand and he’s pressing as close to you as he can without crawling into the bed. There’s a fearful, awestruck look plastered across both of your faces as you stare in the direction of the scream.

She smiles at the two of you. You’re going to be just fine.

“Would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor asks Bradley calmly. He regrets yelling at her now, but she doesn’t seem to be holding a grudge.

Bradley blinks, then shakes his head. “No, I don’t want to hurt him.

She chuckles, then shakes her head. “You won’t.”

He does as instructed, rolling his sleeves up, and quickly cleaning his hands and arms. He’s the first one that gets a look. As he sets the scissors back down, he turns his head towards you with a look on his face that you haven’t seen before.

Blinking back tears, Bradley smiles softly at you. And then he’s all yours. They set the baby down on your chest, starting to clean and dry him off right away. Bradley moves to your side once again, brushing your hair back off of your forehead.

Still wailing, you whimper quietly as you stare down at the infant. Ten fingers, ten toes, a good set of lungs on him. Bradley’s lips press softly to your forehead as you reach out, hands trembling, and trail your fingers featherlight along the length of his spine.

His plush, pink lips tremble as the wailing starts to subside. Bradley strokes tenderly at the nape of your neck with his thumb, rendered silent as he watches you with him.

“Hi,” You breathe out, hugging the towel closer to him. You inhale deeply, then exhale through your nose. A nurse smiles as she reaches around you to place the soft knit hat on top of his head. He’s warm enough now, you want to keep it that way. “Hi, baby boy.”

Bradley swallows the lump in his throat. Four and a half hours of labour without any tears. Twelve seconds of watching you with your baby and hot tears are stinging his eyes.

You get five minutes with him before they have to check his vitals, his weight, his height. As much as your arms feel empty without him there, you want those results. You want him to be fine. You want to see him in that bassinet beside your bed tomorrow night.

Blinking, you look up at Bradley. He scoffs as your mouth falls open.

“Allergies.” He mumbles, crouching down to kiss your mouth as tears dampen his cheeks. You reach up and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, turning your face into his neck. You feel him relax into your touch. He kisses your shoulder, sniffling.

Both of you let it be quiet for a moment. You won’t be getting a lot of that once you’re at home, not with that boy’s vocal chords.

“Thank you,” Bradley mumbles into the crook of your neck. He pulls back from the hug just slightly, brushing the backs of his fingers along your cheek. He sighs, then nods seriously. “Thank you.”

“Just don’t ask me to do it again.” You joke, watching his tearful face shift into a grin. He sits forwards and kisses you. You close your eyes as he trails his fingertips along your arms.

“I’m serious,” He tells you softly, watching you blink tiredly. “I’d have nothing if it wasn’t for you. I was bitter and mean, and you were way too nice to me. It’s because of you that we have him. I’m so, so grateful.”

Your lips quirk up into a soft smile. If Jake could hear some of this, he would probably start to like Bradley again.

Exhaustion starts to set in, but there’s no time to sleep when there are doctors and nurses fussing over you, and then he’s being bundled back into you again.

Your eyelids are heavy as you turn your head and look over at Bradley, sitting in the chair beside your bed. His flight suit is tied around his waist and his t-shirt is draped over the back of the chair. Your baby looks tiny nestled into his arms.

You fight to keep awake as your always calm doctor walks into the room once again and sits down between the two of you.

“Seventeen inches, four pounds and ten ounces. Congratulations.” She tells the two of you with a small smile. Bradley doesn’t look up at her, smoothing his fingertips through the soft, dark hair on your son’s head. She looks at you, then at Bradley. “He’s strong. He’s doing well. We’re going to move you to the neonatal intensive care unit so that we can keep an eye on his feedings. We need to get that weight up, keep him warm. But, I’m not concerned.”

You swallow softly. “The tests and everything… he looked okay?”

She stands up and takes two small steps towards you. She rests her hand softly on your forearm, giving you a sincere nod. “Aside from his weight, he’s perfect. Does he have a name?”

Bradley finally lifts his head and looks, offering you a small smile. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and nod at her. “His name’s Thomas.”

It breaks your heart when it’s time for him to go. The thought of him being without you on that ward. Bradley holds you while you cry, and truthfully, he feels like crying too. It’s been a long day. You’re all emotional.

He stays with you until you fall asleep. Then, half-awake himself, he heads off to see your son. It’s the first night that he gets to say goodnight to the both of you.

Bradley stops as he closes the door to your room behind him. He stares at the man asleep in the waiting area, drooling on his hand as it props his chin up. He knew Mav had gotten here a while ago, someone had brought the bag in. Bradley just figured he would have gone home by now. Exhaling slowly, he clenches and unclenches his fists at his sides.

“Mav?”

The older pilot startles awake, blue eyes wide and blinking quickly as he tries to figure out where he is. It takes him a moment to figure out who is in front of him. Tall, flight-suit, mustache. Maverick feels the lump in his throat grow as he realises that it isn’t his best friend.

He looks Bradley up and down. He looks older now than he did a few hours ago, not just because he’s tired. Because Maverick isn’t looking at a little boy anymore.

“There’s someone you probably want to meet, huh?”

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writerfae · 7 months ago

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No thoughts, just Aiden and Henry hugging!

Also, how come Ranva used to call Henry little crow? (Not that it doesn't fit, it does (duh), I'm just curious if there's a story behind it)

And how did Hela end up in the human realm when she met Aiden?

Forest demons: uniting friends since day one!

And I wanted to rant at you a little about Bendegúz because I realized that I haven't really done that since I talked about his dad, and it made me sad, because I love him (also, I'm scared that sometimes I accidentally mischaraterize him because him and I have the same exaggerated humor but if you mix those together it just makes him sound insane💀)There's a very good reason why the difference between the villain Adél au, the villain Ákos au and canon is what Bendegúz does!

I wanted to tell you about some moments of his that I love (angst warning)

I mentioned that he and Ákos sometimes playfight, and Bendegúz sometimes shows him how to use his spear. And can you just imagine 8 yo Bendegúz with a 3 yo Ákos, and they're playing with sticks (pretending they are spears), and Bendegúz isn't that good with a spear yet, but to Ákos he already looks like an expert ❤️🥺

Also, there's this sweet moment where they're preparing to fly home from the swamp (and it's not the happiest circumstances for Ákos' first, real flight) and Bendegúz apologies for this and promises that after this is over they'll go on a real, nice, pleasant flight

The fact that he took care of Moss (who he doesn't even like) while Ákos was gone

When Adél is told that Ákos is dead the first thing she does is run to Bendegúz and he's holding her so tightly and aaaaa

Just his inner struggle of "It wasn't MY litte brother! I can't be sad!" But as soon as there's even the slightest chance to get him back, he's on it!

Both him and Adél being willing to go to the swamp even though they know that the chances of Ákos being alive are close to zero.

Adél and him spend so much time together! Ever since their parents introduced them to each other as babies they were always together. Never one without the other

Bendegúz learned to fly, and now him flying up to Adél's window just because, is a regular occurrence. They constantly have sleepovers (it's really easy since Bendegúz and his mom live on the castle grounds)

It's really cute because in Bendegúz's house Adél's childhood drawings are hung up, and vice-versa 😭

And they play a lot of boardgames 😭

He is very good at lighting up a bad situation with a joke but never in an inappropriate way. Just in those moments when people need a little cheering up, and this always makes his friends feel all warm inside.🥺

I'll stop cause we'll be here all day...(sorry if this got long)

I hope you liked this little rant 🙈

Ranva called Henry her little crow because of the color of his hair and for a second reason that I can’t say out in the open xD she also referred to her sons as her little crows sometimes, also for that second reason.

And Halea came to the human realm because while fighting the forest demon, the beast and her practically “fell” through an open portal to the human realm that someone (or something) must’ve opened shortly before and left open.

Bendegúz really is a sweetheart, his relationship to the royal siblings is really adorable! You can tell he loves them!

#writer speaks #writeblr

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 1 year ago

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A sad interaction I imagined with Goldenheart's child and Nimona

This could work with any fanchild but I used mine (Atticus He is just baby comic Ambrosius I ripped off his design and personality I thought he was cute and wanted to give a version of him a family leave me alone) because reasons, but-

We all know Nimona has trauma regarding children seeing her as a monster. Now imagine: Goldenheart baby AKA Nimona's little sibling/nibling/godchild accidentally triggers that trauma when they just wanted to play

Nimona thought things were going perfectly since Atticus was adopted. She loved playing with him no matter how rowdy he got. Ballister went to work during the day, Ambrosius stayed home, kept track of things, watched and cared for Atticus, and sometimes Nimona did her own thing, but sometimes she'd help him out by playing with the boy for a little while. He loved to play with her. Until one occasion, he caught her off guard.

Ambrosius was prepping the vegetables for dinner-- he couldn't cook, but he tried to be of help by having the ingredients ready when Ballister got home-- and Nimona was sitting on the living room floor playing a video game. She heard his excited voice off to the side. "Nimona! I wanna play a game!"

"Sure thing, Sport, what game?" She wasn't really paying attention. She heard his giggles as he ran towards her. "Monster attack!" Her eyes widened, and he jumped on her swinging his wooden sword at her. "Monster attack!"

In a flash and without thinking, she smacked the sword out of his grasp and grabbed his wrist, teeth sharp and eyes narrow and glowing, "Do not call me that! I am not playing that game with you, you get that sword out of my face and you keep it that way, do you understand!?"

Immediately she realized what she'd done when he stared at her with fear and shock in his wide green eyes, and then his face crumpled as he started to cry.

"No, nonono, hey, Kit, it's okay," she softened her appearance and released his wrist, pulling him in for a hug. "Don't be scared of me, I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry." She rubbed his back while he sobbed.

Ambrosius ran over, and Nimona winced, ready for him to yell at her or kick her out or do anything for making his child cry, but he just rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder before extracting his son from her arms. "Hey, buddy, hey, it's okay." He sat on the sofa and held him tightly, rubbing his back. "I'm sorry Nimona scared you, I know she didn't mean it. I think you startled her. You can't just run up to people and tackle them with swords, if you ask if they want to play a game with you, you have to tell them what game and wait for them to say yes before you start. I don't think Nimona wanted to play that game with you. We'll just be more careful next time, right?" He stroked his hair while Atticus blubbered.

He wiped his little eyes with his fists, hiccuping. "I– didn't– mean– to!" Ambrosius kissed his forehead. "I know. Where did you hear about that game? Monsters aren't real, baby. There is no such thing as a monster attack."

He sniffled, "I was just playing pretend! I th-thought she could tu- turn into a cool monster and we could play." Nimona looked down. If Atticus believed in monsters, what did he believe she was if not something to be attacked?

Ambrosius kissed his head. "Monster is just a mean word that people use to refer to what they don't understand. There was a time not long ago where people, including me, didn't understand a whole lot. And because of your Papa and Nimona, we do now. We know better than to call people monsters."

Atticus hiccupped again and wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry, Mimona. I didn't mean to call you a mean name!"

"You're good, buddy. I'm sorry I knocked your sword away and yelled at you. We'll play something else next time."

Nimona knew he probably didn't listen much to the lecture. He hadn't meant anything hateful or prejudiced, he just wanted to play a game. But she heard the lecture her once-nemesis gave. And she appreciated it.

#I have what can only be described as the writing equivalent of sticky note doodles in massive quantities on my google drive #this is one of them #i hope you like it feel free to project your own fanchild on it #for context if it matters Atticus is meant to be about 6 or 7 here #several months after his adoption #anyway i have a lot of feelings about nimona and kids #nimona #goldenheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart

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blueskiesandstarrynights · 1 year ago

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ok so because the brain worms have completely taken over, I've been completely rotating the idea of the stranger things kids godly parents and it won't let me go so here are my headcanons for their godly parents with probably not enough thought put into them-

Dustin as a son of hephestus is probably a really low-hanging fruit, but it's low-hanging for a reason. He's constantly making all sorts of shit and he's constantly thinking about the science before his own life. Plus, I'd just love to see him with fire abilities. see how that plays out.

Stobin I bounced around with a couple ideas. I initially had them as mischief-causing children of hermes, but then I had a better idea- Daughter of Athena Robin and son of poseidon Steve. Here me out ok, her affinity for languages plus her ability to improv plans and stories really gave me those vibes and for Steve, he already spends a bunch of time in the water (swim captain, lifeguard) and he kinda gives me the vibes that he would enjoy just sitting at the bottom of the lake and just chilling (robin is so jealous he can speak in a language she can't and demands to figure out how to speak it too) (Side note I considered making steve a son of aphrodite as a close second bc of the charmspeak and such but poseidon won out)

Max I decided on as a daughter of zues. I loved the idea of giving her that much power plus the tragedy that comes with being a child of the big three. idk less thoughts and more vibes with this one, but I think it could also present some fabulous big brother steve moments with this kind of circumstance. If I were to write this I prob wouldn't follow the pjo plot exactly bc none of these characters are a 1:1 of any pjo counterparts, but I really like the idea of her turning into a tree for some time and accidentally coming back. It would kinda be reminiscent of the coma she's in right now and it could be fun to play with.

Lucas I was really vibing with as a son of apollo. Obviously, because of the ranger thing, I'd love to see him with a bow and arrow, but also because of the healing. @andiwriteordie made an excellent thought post about lucas with healing abilities in reference to him as a water bender and while I think some things would change bc atla and pjo are vastly different worlds, I think the core ideas of Lucas being a healer are still there and I rlly vibe with it. Plus, I. Really like the idea of Glowing Boyfriend. Also I think there's plenty of angst to be said with Lucas trying and trying to heal tree!max with apollo powers but that can't beat zues's spell on her.

This one I haven't had as much thought on, but I loved the idea of Erica also being a child of apollo, but specifically a roman one. It would take a bit for them to realize the difference esp bc I don't think apollo has many changes between greek and roman form and I think it could create an interesting dynamic. less thoughts here but I may have more as I continue my HOO reread. I would love to see her as an archer plus I'm obsessed with that trope of the healer talking to their patients like "you dumb motherfucker stop doing stupid shit and landing your ass here again." but on the other hand, her with plague powers would be so funny. dustin tries to give her this superhero "with great power comes great responsibility" speech and he wakes up with hay fever the next day

Speaking of something I need to reread more info on, I was kinda vibing with the idea of El as a daughter of Hecate. I think her working with magic could be really interesting, but I also don't wanna say much till I've finished my HOO reread and I've read more of Hazel's scenes.

Mike I think would make such a good son of athena. He always has a clever plan ready and things often go wrong when people don't follow his plans. Slightly less relevant but I think his creativity as a DM could really match up with this as well.

Now, Nancy I had a bit of a hard time with. I considered Athena because she always seems to have a plan as well, though I'd take her for a different aspect than, say, Robin, since Nancy kinda blanks out whenever things go off the plan. I briefly considered Nemesis since she's the god of revenge and balance and that felt appropriate, but Athena felt a little more on target.

Eddie I'm kinda vibing as a son of Hermes, that chaotic jack of all trades kind of son of hermes. this one is also mostly vibes, but if I have more thoughts later on I'll add them.

Argyle as a son of demeter i think works well because those kids always gave me very chill vibes and I think that would work well.

Will, I actually saw this somewhere, is a clearsighted mortal. It kinda ties back into his canon true sight and lines up well. I really like the idea of him spouting prophecies, plus, he can instantly see monsters for what they truly are which is really something considering

Jonathan is a child of one of the big three, Hades. I felt it kinda fit with his loner persona and I loved the idea of him shadow traveling, plus him attracting monsters frequently leaves him immensely guilty bc his brother who can see through the mist can spot the monsters immediately and it ends up being the little brother looking out for the older brother??? then in this hypothetical au they run away from home which leaves joyce utterly crushed btw. and by they I mean Jonathan ran away and Will followed after him. Jonathan hated feeling like he was putting will in danger, but will just couldn't leave Jonathan alone with the monsters he couldn't spot 100% of the time or as accurately. it's an utterly vicious cycle. Lowkey considering having jonathan run away with the Wheeler’s, I imagine they’d have an adjacent attitude to annabeth’s stepmom in regard to the monsters. plus I think the angst of Jonathan attempting to shadowtravel them into camp and he finds himself halfway down the hill on the other side as will is banging on the magical shield around camp unable to get in as a monster advances to be utterly delicious.

If I were to write this, there’d probably be no defined main character. Certain drabbles/one shots will focus on different characters, so just bc steve’s the son of poseidon doesn’t mean he’s gonna be the main character like percy.

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 2 years ago

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Hello! How are you? I wanted to make a request Wednesday x reader (male) are you already married or I don't know? where the reader is always cheerful, always wearing a smile and rarely seen with another expression. When Wednesday arrives and tells him that he has something for him and the reader thinks it's a gift, when he hands the reader a pregnancy x-ray with a note that says "surprise son of a bitch, you got me pregnant, that's supposed to be a baby, I don't know. " and the reader asks him if it is some kind of joke and Wednesday tells him that he believes that it is not a joke even though he would like it to be that it is quite serious and that the doctor told him that he is 5 weeks old or maybe 6? and the reader tells him that yes, what happens with the case of looking for that monster (the reader has his back turned) and she tells him that she quit yesterday that it doesn't make sense to her if she will look like a cow and that she won't be able to move well and that besides it's just a stupid case someone else will solve it and that she also says that (the reader) dream of her life was to be a father and he will continue talking until he realizes that the reader is sobbing and wants to cry, he calls her with a trembling voice and Wednesday begins to panic a bit since it is the first time he has seen the reader crying already who always sees him smiling and thinks it's because of what he said and doesn't want the reader to cry but he doesn't know what to do and the reader suddenly breaststrokes her shouting her name (while crying) Wednesday's first reaction is to get rid of it and accidentally pushes him off the stairs? A bonus: the reader is seen bandaged on his arms and head while he talks that he has thought of some baby names that if he wants to listen to them and Wednesday answers that of course first let the doctor check him and the reader says that he is fine I apologize if what I said is lake :) It's just that I saw it in a comic and I thought it would be nice if you did I love your writing :"3 what is written is translated by google since english is not my thing XD

A/N: I don't usually write for male readers, but I'll take a swing at this. The translation is a little rough, but I think I got the gist of it.

Wednesday x Male!Reader

Aged up cuz mawwage and babbus

You're wandering around your study, looking for a book to reference your research when your wife enters. You didn't notice until you're back in your chair and a file is thrown in front of you.

"Wednesday? What's this, darling?" You take the file with a smile and flip through it until it stops at a photo.

"Surprise," the goth deadpans. "It appears you've gotten me pregnant." Your brain short circuits for a moment. You look at the photo again and realize that it's a sonogram. The smile on your lips begins to wane, but its still there.

"Pregnant? A-are you sure? You're not joking, right?"

"Oh, how I wish it was a joke." She plops down on the chaise by your desk. "But according to the doctor, I am about 5 weeks in."

You stand up from your desk and pace around, still staring at the sonogram. "What about your investigations, my love? You're close to a breakthrough, are you not?" Wednesday just rolls her eyes.

"I'm barely showing now. This investigation will be done before I look like I'm smuggling a watermelon." She stands to walk towards you. "Afterwards, I will be taking some time off. I'm sure Mother would love to tend to my natal needs." A groan escapes her lips. "Besides, I know you wish to be a father. You were always good with handling those gremlins. This should be no different."

There's a pause and Wednesday isn't sure you heard her. When she places a hand on your shoulder, she feels a shudder. She turns you around and is greeted with tears in your eyes. There's a soft hiccup as you mutter her name. Wednesday is completely baffled.

Your lips are down-turned, completely opposite from its usual smile. Eyes are reddening and tears flowed like rivers. Wednesday can see that you're trying to keep it together, but the increasing number of sobs indicated a cracking resolve. This is uncharted territory and your wife knows not what to do.

In a sudden burst of energy, you throw your arms wide and charge towards your lover, crying out her name. Out of instinct, the goth dodges out of the way, causing you to run into the bookcase. The resulting impact caused the furniture to wobble and collapse into you with a crash.

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You wobbled as you sat, a dopey smile on your face. Wednesday was carefully wrapping your head in a bandage. Your smile was back and you were giddy with joy.

"Antoinette? How about Morrigan? Edgar for a boy name? Morgan for gender neutral?

The goth sighs as you continue to list names. "Mon cher, we can continue this talk after the doctor sees you. We have plenty of time."

"My love, I'm fine. I hardly feel any pain."

Wednesday affectionately rolls her eyes. You were probably going to be worse than her in the coming months.

#a dragon tries to write #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday (netflix)#asks #requests

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romanarose · 2 years ago

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Vengo a Cantarle a Mi Amada

A Leather and Lace Bonus Chapter

Santina Garcia x Lacina Dumas

Can be read separately tbh, its just fucking soft, Laci is someon that Santi rescued from sex trafficking

Warnings: References to sex trafficking, rape, lifelong abuse, forced pregnancy in theory, starvations, mentions of anorexia and loss of ones period. Santi's just a big ole softie.

Summary: Takes place after Santi and Laci get back to the motel, before the morning when Santi brings her to the authorities.

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Laci sat on the edge of the bed fighting bad tears and the shakes as she attempted to comb the mess that was her hair, knotted and matted and dirty still, despite the shower. It wasn’t like she didn’t brush her hair the whole time she was taken, it wasn’t like she spend the entire year in the basement. The men who bought her paid good money, it wasn’t like she was some girl they had kidnapped from a village to rape for a few days, no, the women that were paid for were generally had a modicum of amenities. They didn’t want your teeth falling out, so you had a tooth brush. They wanted you looking nice, so you got showers and things for personal appearance. They’d want to keep you until you were no longer pretty and young, might accidentally kill or do it in a fit of rage, but in general you were meant for longer term. Some girls were meant for breeding, to give men their sons and heirs, but the starvation they put Laci through caused her to lose her period; there was no longer a need to worry about that.

Laci had survived this long out of sheer complacency. Everything she had experienced long before being taken had her beaten down emotionally to the point that she was easy to break, and the men had told her as much, mocking her for how she simply gave in… but there wasn’t much fight left in her. Things had escalated recently, the violence she was subjected to growing, and they seemed to enjoy making her suffer more than anything… she had been in that basement a few days, and she knew they’d be torturing her more and more and that she probably wouldn’t make it out alive.

Then she opened her eyes and saw Santi, and god, did he scare the ever living fuck out of her, as did Frankie with his gun. She couldn’t have known, she couldn’t have any idea that Santi was there to save her, that he would protect her these next few days and bring her to safety. Here in the hotel, she was still nervous, still scared; being in a room alone with 4 men only ever spelled trouble since back in college… but Santi was there, Santi would keep her safe… Benny seemed nice too, anticipating her needs and giving her clothes, allowing her to shower and giving her the comb she was using right now with her shaking hand. Frankie and Will seemed unhappy with her, but at least Frankie would look at her; it was clear Will didn’t like her, he was angry at her, but she couldn’t figure out why… Laci quickly figured out Will was Benny’s older brother, the pair looked similar, but also how Will hovered, asking question after question about his injury, constantly poking around his wound until Benny smacked his hands away. Definitely siblings.

“Hey” Santi’s voice broke her from her thoughts, gently touching her wavering hand. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”

Laci gave him a sympathetic look, one she hoped expressed apology… why couldn’t she talk? This had happened before, growing up and into adulthood, but it was rare and only when her anxiety was high enough, when all the sounds and feelings and emotions and touch were too fucking much… had this year just broken her? Would she ever be back to her usual self… well, her usual self wasn’t something she was exactly proud of either.

“Can I… can i help you?” Santi asked, and Laci finally looked at him. She was starting to realize that eye contact with Santi wouldn’t result in a deafening slap… Santi was different, Santi was gentle…

Laci nodded, handing the comb to Santi. He sat against the headboard of the bed and to her own surprise, she scooted back to sit between his legs… Something about Santi’s presence was warm and comforting, a feeling of home she hadn’t truly felt since childhood.

Santiago still felt his head spinning from the last 30 or so hours Laci was far from the first trafficking victim they’d come across, but in general they had been in brothels, or in bedrooms, none had been this close to death as Laci had been, so thin he was reminded of the girl from high school with anorexia, her skin nearly gray and blood covering her face; it was a miracle they found her when they did. Santi guessed she wouldn't have lasted more than a few more days.

Her hair was a mess, and as he watched her shuttering figure attempt to comb through it, he couldn’t help offer to comb it for her. What he didn’t expect was for her to so readily get so close to him on a bed. It seemed that with everything they had gone through together, he had earned her trust. He wanted to do right by her, and he was starting with getting through her hair without hurting her too much… that was not working out. His heart tugged everytime he pulled to hard and she visibly winced, no doubt good at keeping her pain quiet after this long.

Frankie spoke up. “Start at the bottom, work your way up” he instructed. Frankie had a daughter and, up until last year, a long term girlfriend so he no doubt had experience combing and brushing. Frankie was a doting father and loving partner when he wasn't high.

“Thank you, Fish”

“Here” Benny handed him a small travel bottle. “It’s conditioner, should help detangle.” Benny was the only one who had any semblance of hair care beyond 3 in 1 champion conditioner body wash

“Thank you, Ben” Santi said, applying conditioner to a matted chunk he was trying to work on. He tried so hard to be careful, but Santi was not someone who knew anything about domesticity, he never stayed with a woman long enough, he felt like gentleness was so far out of his depth…

Will, laying on the bed, being a grump, spoke up. “Hold the hair near the knot, not the scalp, that way it’ll pull less” Was the advice he offered, despite his annoyance at the two on the bed.

“Thank you, Ironhead.” Santi spoke sincerely and with the help and advice from his friends, he worked out the matts and began combing out the rest of the hair. It was then that Laci began crying, the first time he had seen this from her. “Munequita, what’s wrong? Do you want me to move?” Santi worried his touch in her on the bed might have triggered her.

Laci shook her head, reaching to grab the note pad and pencil on the night stand, scribbling a few words. ‘It’s over.’ and boldly, she leaned back against Santi’s chest. He wrapped his arms carefully around her.

“It’s over, Lacina. Let it out, you’re safe now, no one can hurt you anymore” Santiago would make sure of it. No one would hurt her again.

And she did, she let it out, relief flowing through her as it finally sunk it; she was safe.

Santi continued to comb her hair even as it was knot-free as it seemed to sooth her, syncing the words to a Guatemalan song he knew from his mother.

Calles bañadas de luna

que fueron la cuna de mi juventud,

vengo a cantarle a mi amada,

la luna plateada de mi Xelajú.

Finally, for the first time since high school.

Lacina Marie Dumas was safe in Santiago Garcia's arms.

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Took a break from writing my paper to write this bc I was feeling super fucking soft this morning ;-;

Back to the worlds most complicated paper topic. At least it's interesting!

@littlenosoul @bensolosbluesaber @milkymoon2483 @gogh-with-the-flow @itspdameronthings @trinkets01 @p0edameronswife @welcometostayingawake @spxctorsslxt @username21mk @luciannadraven33 @sgt-morgan @xaestheticalien @howaboutcastiel @soapjay @miraclesabound @thepowerthismanhasoverme

#Leather and lace fic #santi and laci #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #santiago garcia #soft santiago garcia #santiago garcia fluff #santiago pope garcia

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thegeminisage · 1 year ago

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WRATH OF KHAN breakdown

i watched this movie with catherine maulthots six days ago and liveblogged it incoherently on a notepad file on my phone because No Way was i opening this devils website when spock could die any moment. i am recording my experiences here for posterity

firstly i did know going in that he was going to die. this made me wracked with anxiety. more on that later. actually when kirk walked up and was like ha ha arent you supposed to be dead i almost lost it .5 seconds into the movie

absolute first thing was that we werent sure whether or not the thing in the beginning was a test. absolutely LOST MY MIND when i realized it was the kobayashi maru. every ten seconds during this movie i went "omg an aos reference" even though i knew it was really the other way around. somehow i thought mister perfect tos jim wouldn't cheat on the test so when they sort of hinted at what he did but didn't say it i was FROTHING to know more

bones's gay little posture. that's it that's the whole bullet

bones coming to jim's place at night was like the opening of some retro gay porno. DELIGHTED to find out that jim's allergies were not in fact an aos fanon but based in both aos and tos canon (re his little old man glasses)

mad that all of the movies seem to flirt with whether or not james t kirk should retire or captain a starship and then never resolve that question ever. it's like will shatner's insecurity about aging was leeching into the very script. girl we ALL KNOW what he should be doing so either shit or get off the pot

birthday gifts cute though. oh my fucking god. a book and glasses and he shows up with both repeatedly throughout the film

khan's tits were amazing. even as an asexual, even queer as a two dollar bill, i am full of admiration for what he had going on. he was rockin it

when they put the little worms into chekov and terrel cathy was like "omg THATS why they called them khan worms" and then i got to say "omg spn reference" instead of "omg aos reference" and we were so excited she wasn't even mad about it. also, they were so gross, oh my god, i couldn't look, she had to tell me when it was safe to unhide my eyes

meanwhile we're also mercilessly mocking the oversight that allowed khan and chekov to know one another. how did that plothole make it into production

EYE personally was very shocked at the amount of non-annoying women in the movie (two??). i liked both saavik and carol though i had to google to see if saavik was a human or vulcan. VERY cute that spock gave her the wheel to fuck with kirk specifically even though anyone but kirk being captain is so WEIRD. spock can be acting captain but not actual captain!!!

i ALSO knew from spoilers that carol had had kirk's fucking child which i may have accidentally also ruined for catherine so when a woman with an adult son mentioned james kirk onscreen we both became a little. unwell.

khan's "i shall have him" this sort of sexual tension is one of many things missing from into darkness. NOT that i want to see b*nedict c*mberbatch have that with anyone bc he is quite literally so ugly i have to cover his face with my hand when i watch into darkness but they should have cast a better person as khan and then made him have sexual tension with kirk.

cathy on the khan worms coming out of chekov's ears: wow, i love that! me on the same thing: i hate it

khan's "i wish to go on hurting you" no comment

khan yell REALLY GOOD. glad to see some things never change. william shatner was like i have been and will ever be a huge fucking ham

when carol marcus went "can i cook or can't i" i decided to go ahead and start liking women again. nature is healing, etc

if i had seen kirk pop that apple in his mouth while talking about how he didn't like to lose before i wrote gambler's knife. well. the fic probably wouldn't have changed much but my brain chemistry has certainly changed now. i can't explain w human words. AAAAAAUGH

spock's line about "sauce for the goose" was so out of character we had to check the transcript and make sure that was him speaking and not kirk. "sauce for the goose"??? sir, you're a vegetarian

the cgi was surprisingly good in whatever version we watched. it really holds up, which is ironic considering we had 20-minute vistas of it in the previous movie, where it was just okay

spock's death. i cried all the way through. don't text.

i did have a vague idea of what was going on when he melded with bones bc you literally cant avoid spoilers but i didn't have Details so i was very shocked for a second until i remembered

SPOCK'S FUNERAL. oh he would have been insulted to hear jim call him human!!!!! but he WAS

kirk trying to run away from his kid was really good. if i hadn't been blinded with tears i would have really enjoyed it. didn't like the "you've never faced death" bit though bc OBVIOUSLYYY he was on tarsus iv.

anyway then they panned to the coffin and i was like SURELY HES GONNA POP OUT AND SAY SIKE but he didn't. he didn't and i just had to live with that. and we had planned to watch search for spock immediately the next day but fate intervened and i had to skip it TWO DAYS in a row and nearly died. the end.

also, i didn't realize the book spock had given kirk was the one he quoted at the end!!!!!!! really horrible.

#personal #star trek blogging #wok lb #GOD!!!!

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withdrawingramen · 2 years ago

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murderer

inspired off a prompt by @whumpasaurus101! the link to the prompt is right here. CW: lady/female whump, reference to past interrogation torture (whumpee was a minor/17 y.o back then), referenced institutional whump, general mental/psychological whump such as overworked whumpee forced to watch a recording of their past torture, reference to CPTSD symptoms, creepy & controlling whumper with a thing for recording whump and abusing authority. - Sihyeon knew the man in the room. The way he sat oh so comfortably in Kurai's chair, the way he twirled the recorder in his hand. The way his lips curled up in seemingly harmful mischief. The way his eyes glinted with excitement at her sight.

Her stomach churned inside her. "Are you done with today's agenda, 79?" he asked her calmly, fidgeting with the device in his hand. "Yes, Sir." she replied as casually as she could. She'd grown to be an expert at masking her fear a long time ago. Sihyeon knew everything about Kurai Sorano's behaviors. If he clenched his fists, stop talking and prepare. If he glared, it was her queue to look down. But for Martin Hayes, the only thing she needed to look out for was his goddamned recorder. "Good, good. I believe you've done this before your supervisor before?" Martin gestured at the papers before him, still playing with his camera or whatever. "Yes, Sir." She gulped, but couldn't stop her voice from trembling. The man smiled. "I can see this is bothering you, so I'll stop." Martin said, feigning sympathy. He placed the gadget beside him. Sihyeon eyed him warily. She sighed, deciding she just wanted her work done with. Morning had begun for her at 4 am itself, when she'd woken up drenched in cold sweat, heart beating out of her chest. She didn't know why, but couldn't bring herself to go back to bed. Her pills were missing too. Sihyeon thought of the dorm-cleaners accidentally throwing them away... On the other hand, she barely had any food in her stomach. She'd thrown up the little porridge provided at breakfast today as well, still tipsy from the sleep deprivation she put herself through, and her chronic pain was just a cherry on the top. Those were the least of her problems, now. Yet, she forced herself to walk towards Kurai's desk. All she wanted was to get out as soon as possible. Sihyeon almost melted into the chair when Martin waved his hand in front of her. "Stand." She obeyed, although every muscle in her body felt tender and every movement made her wince. She shifted the chair back into position, facing her temporary supervisor. Her eyes drifted to the client requests for the day, but the first thing that caught her eye was the file of 0913. Who was 0913 anyway? She retraced her memory, recalling the young girl who she came across a week ago, at the pharmacy. Sihyeon massaged her shoulders, aching from the lack of rest. She'd been dealing with a headache for the past few hours, too. "I swear, the public will ask us the most stupid favors. The first one that sent in a request today asked for a Device with the qualifications of a tutor for her son majoring in supernatural activity...do they think of us as some tutoring service?" Martin chided, as if both of them were well-acquainted colleagues. He noticed her interest in 0913's file. Come to think of it, she was the same young girl, of around 19, Sihyeon had found crying outside the dorms. "Oh, this kid?" He grabbed the file and held it up. "She's being transferred back to her old department. I'm the one handling her case." "Why's she going back? Wasn't she mistreated there?" Sihyeon questioned. "Maladjustment." Martin replied, shrugging. "Or is it because she threatened to out you for revealing her address to the people who harassed her?" She blurted out. He stopped looking through the papers. Martin Hayes looked up, his gaze now fixated on her. "So you know." The realization hit her. Said something she wasn't supposed to. She looked right back at him, however. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. A bland yet stern look. He was the first to break eye contact, chuckling lightly. "Did you enjoy the breakfast served today?" "What?" "Clearly not, you seem to have...been a little too incapacitated to have anything." Martin took something out of his pocket and shook it. "You're on medication for fibromyalgia, aren't you?" Those were her pills, indeed. Sihyeon let out a shaky breath, staring at her pills. The ones he'd somehow snatched from her room. "Why do you have them?" The man played around with the tiny bottle. "Dunno, thought you didn't need them, since you're clearly fine." Sihyeon clearly wasn't "fine." "Give it back." Her voice quivered, anger and shame building up inside her.

"Ohoho, so feisty yet so disobedient." He put the pills back in his pocket, and Sihyeon would have reached out to grab them back if he hadn't gotten up from the seat. Sihyeon instantly backed away, now looking down. Of course he'd do something like this. She gripped the edge of the table, the pain in her muscles becoming more intense, now that she was aware of it. "Do you remember when we first met during your little tantrum?" He walked across the room. "You were much younger. But I'm sure I'm ingrained into your memory. Because I remember everything about you." There was a twinge in her ribs and her shoulders instantly slumped. "The way you were all tied up, bloody and bruised, all for a crime you didn't commit...the way everyone was out for your throat after Reg's death.." He stopped talking beside her, his cursed recorder in his hand. "Look at it with all your attention, hm?" Martin hummed, practically shoving the screen in her face. He pressed the 'play' button. Sihyeon froze. "You're actually one of my most successful victims. The outcome was perfect." A singular recording played on the screen. Sihyeon's eyes widened. The chair, a man with a huge wooden stick, and her. The man in the video fooled around with the stick before hitting the girl tied to chair with it, right below the ribs. Sihyeon flinched when she saw the tiny figure in the screen contract in the chair. Another pang ran up her spine down to her ribs. Martin Hayes put a hand around her shoulder. She shuddered, now clutching her stomach at the phantom pain. "It was entertaining to look at your recordings over and over again. Every single hit that Kurai and Saruhi delivered because of sheer rage. Every bucket of water we had to pour on you every damn time you passed out. Every scream that I got out of you. Do you know how enticing it is to me, 79?" Every nerve of hers was screaming. All the neurons in her brain worked against her to bring up every minute memory from those 24 hours five years ago. Overwhelming and agonizing. That is what it was. She'd tried her best to burn the torture out of her mind. Months and years worth of half-assed counselling from uninterested "professionals" and medication to bury it deep inside her, and she still did. Yet somehow it always found itself back to her. "It was a shame you couldn't handle me. I kept taking you out with one punch to that pretty face of yours, so they didn't let me continue. Tell me, did I really hit that hard?" Sihyeon's knees were jelly at this point. She'd felt like this before so many times. Just raw, utter helplessness accompanied by unbearable pain. The video in front of her kept playing on loop. The girl in the chair, the man, and the stick, all connecting together. "There are others too, of course. I made sure my colleague from the other facility you were at did her part as well. Maybe you'd fancy seeing yourself electrocuted?" Sihyeon's throat was dry, insides threatening to twist and twist until she threw up. Everything closed in on her and pummeled her senses. She didn't realize how tensed and on guard she was until she dropped to the floor. It didn't dawn on her that she was actually fucking exhausted the entire day, until she was at his feet. Martin Hayes stopped the recordings. "You've had enough? Okay." He kneeled beside her, playing with the gadget. "Smile for the camera, 79. The highlight of today is you kneeling before me." Sihyeon tried to steady her breathing, but all that left her were gasps of disbelief, burning shame and anger, collaborating with her pain and exhaustion. She didn't look up at the man. "Be very, very careful of what you do next with me around, 79. Step out of line one day and maybe, I don't know, you'll wake up with your videos all over the net." He pat her nonchalantly on her shoulder.

"Everyone will know what you did to deserve that, you murderer." His fist collided with her jaw a few seconds before she lost consciousness. Sihyeon had grown to be an expert at masking her fear a long time ago, or so she thought.

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basketsys · 10 months ago

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oh yeah it is my time to shine (long af post below the cut)

everything began in august 2023, everyone arrived in trains, philza had his wings clipped by the federation before sending him off by the train, he only realized after waking up in the train, he didnt know how long he slept but oh look there wilbur, son shaped, youre now son (<-actual quote)

there was a huge mess since there wasnt any in games translators nor subtitles in the first 3 days so everyone relied on broke english/spanish (they were only englih and spanish speakers back then) and there was the massive wall and some adbandoned buildings so there was a puzzle to be done and there were people at eitehr side of the huge wall on the island (first day was all conected, no breaking no spawn, nobody had even the tools to even break thru it, it was only 20 MINUTES) so once they finally solve the uzzle there was a button like 20 blocks avobe and everyone when to press it, and wal now exploded, at least a bit so people could get thru, and there was reunion,seeing familiar and stranmge faces, so after this phil just goes away and starts playing the game finally, and goes to a mine and luzu tags along so they talk and chat a bit while caving and get loot and stuff, he didnt even have a house so yeah he just yolo'd it

week 2 was when the eggs got introduced with daily quests, he gets partnered with Missa to take care of chayanne, build a dirt house on top of the wall, small farm (he didnt know that the eggs were actual players atp, they thought they were like ai's or even npc's so he just kept feeding him SEEDS) and quests get done.

there was at some point the fight with the first code monster? but they didnt have the fancy models they have now, it was only a green and black skin, and phil did win angiast him with fit by trowing bomb at the roof of the (what once used to exist) gas station

at some point in the first month charlie tries to kill chayanne while he was sleeping so afther this phil goes full paranoic and builds with securitycraft (one of the firsts to apply that) but somewhere chayanne still loses a life bc he didnt coordinate w missa properly so now chayanne had 1 life instead of 2. time passed and missa started dissapearing (tokyo trip) and wilbur came back, and he had an egg now too, so aftyer getting told that wil wasnt able to take care of her wil gave tallulah's costudy to phil completely until he came back.

there also was a court to debate the death oif juanaflippa which phil attended, but it came to the conclution she should be back and then she got killed again not so long after

the last day wilbur was online was the day an announcement appeared saying that the eggs would dissapar the next day, and tahst what actually happened, they got all kidnapped and all parent were asking cucurucho where tf were there, at some point the federation said that they were back to the adption center and they came back all weak and with cracks on their shells, they still have those cracks to this day but are not that weak anymore.

there was once night that the nightmare happened, it was basically both the eggs and phil going out on boat and arriving to a village at night, the thing is, there was an invisible mob in that village, it was too strong and at that time they only had iron and diamon armour. the night ended with both eggs dead and phil dead too. thoie egg deaths were later reversed and dont count as canon due to the mob being too strong and having a very thin pssibility of spawning. that night is what is later refered as "the nightmare"

months would pass, neitehr missa nor wilbur showing signs of coming back anytime soon, more code attacks happening, and there was the loss of talullah's first life by the attack of a code monster, and being phil who accidentally killed her bc of the (now patched) sweeping edge glitch in front of vegetta's house

the months would pass like this, more code attacks, he got down bc of one when the attack was targeted at pomme (the brazilians and french arrived atp)

at some point also phil recived 2 threaths from the code monster(s), one was a poppy, otehr a potato, they were coming for the eggs and every parent recieved something similar

so after the whole precidency election phase, then there was a dinner and the code monster tarted attacking again, now basically pretending to be the eggs, phil told chayanne and tallulah to not wake up for the dinner, so it was a surprise to see both of his "children" be here, so after literally not even 5 minutes, he instantly cloked in "you are not my child" after asking tallulah why was she there, at the end of the dinner the codes attcked and phil could kill both of the codes impoersonating his eggs

fast fowarding more months, phil was away on a trip so he came back to the island with the surprise that the eggs dissapeared, his children were gone, eevryone's children were gone, they left their belongings and didnt left a note, he discovered that the eggs were all dirty, like they were covered in mud and kept saying that they felt weak, they couldnt even wear armour bc of how they felt, and thats when teh maze appeared, who cheered (the vain of everyone existance)

so one month since egg dissapeared wilbur comes back, is in denial, blames phil for not trying to find their eggs in the middle of the maze, phil tells him off that he did in fact tried everything in their power already and the maze is currently one of the strongest clues at that point and ppints out how he was actually there for wilbur's ouw daugther while he was away being a rockstar so he gives him a teleport scroll and teleports away from there, after a while and finally getting at the end of the maze they find cryptic stuff and clues but nothing solid so he goes back to wilbur and apologizes and starts explaining all abt the black concrete and the children leaving messages in chests to communicate to them, so they do that in tallulah's bedroom, and wilbur is gone again (hasnt came back to the server)

after so many days not seeing any progress on the investigagtion of the eggs missing from teh federation, phil covered the presidential federation bilding in cobblestone, and left a single message on top inside a chest "a cage for a cage"

then tehre was the mexican independence day, a whole event but the eggs werent there, its been months now, but he got to see his (platonic) husband again. at the end of the day, he went to sleep and woke up to find his trapdoor inside his base have been destroyed, so he went down and discovered a single chest, thinking it was from his children it said to travel light, to not bring anything with him. so he did and went to the coords that was in that same book. upon arriving he saw a bird house, in a beutiful forest in the middle of nowwhere, he got in screaming his childrens' names, asking "did you guiys build this?" to the air thinking they were there, going up every story trying to find them, then he saw the chest on top of that table with a single book inside. "a cage for a cage", you could hear the distress in his voice when he cried and realized, he heard a shingle "hahaha" taht caracterized the white bear of the federation, he tried to punch him to only see him behind him and how he left, leaving phil inside, trapped in that cage.

the cage arc lasted a week, it was basically no qsmp stream for a week, after that week meanwhile he was streaming hardcore he suddently said "chat you went quiet" and started fading to black, cut to philza inside the cage suddently waking up and saying "i was dreaming again", eating golden apples and it was visible how he was using those as his only food source. he apparently spend his week sleeping and trying to get out without any luck, so after all that he saw that the door was now, normal, one that he can open, so he went out, followed a path that lead to an open door office where cucurucho was seated, he asked the bear "what are you doing here? what did you do to me?" the bear only replied with a book that said "you should wake up now, before you forget how to" and he woke up, in his basement where he sound the chest, with the independece day clothes still on him. after that he catched up on what did he missed and what has happened in his absence. not so long after he actually went back to the bird house was located in the middle of teh forest, he came backk to nothing, absolutely nothing, it was gone, like it was never there, and he kept going and going, he bourght fit one time to show him, but still, nothing

some weeks later the mini me event happen and everyone gets a mini me (this isnt that important tbh but it gives this whole post continuation)

after that, phil starts with the visions and derelazations! (funnn) he sees a lot of vegetation at the end of tallulah's garne inside the wall and see a book and a painting of a skull with rose vines around it, the book said something along the lines of "im so sorry child of the sky you had been taken from your ability to fly" and to this day it hasnt been confirmed if that message was from eitehr rose or from kristin, but after taking a photo and leaving to tell fit, the photos dissapear and when he takes both fit and pac to his basement, the book nor painting are no longer there

time passes and the parents recive a starnge mesasge in a video (twitter), one was from chayanne, it has his floatie in a snowy biome and it said " dad, no matter what, protect talullah"

this is when purgatory starts, a whole week of pain and grinding and misery, the most important things to note here is that he was the leaader of the red team, on the 4th day eveyrone had to do an elytra course but phil being already an avian, he had his wings healed, at least temporaly, he could now fly again but only did it sometimes since they were still damaged, at the end of purgatory he had to fight tubbo, the leader of the blue team, he won. the watcher then imformed that the island was not abt to be exploded thank to a fucking nuke that maxo had up his ass (<- i wish i was making that up, but no, its canon), so now everything collapsing he took tubbo with a lasso, ussed the grappling squok (is like a crossbow that functions almost like spiderman's webs) and took flight with tubbo being carried by him, they arrived to the boat taht was waiting for them with some spare time, his wings almost broke again. after some minutes, the island collapsed, the nuke went off and the boat got away, they could only save dapper, the oterh eggs dissapeared after the earthquake.

3 days passed, phil finaly wakes up in the boat, goes back to his base and finds tubbo and catches up with him, telling him that his wings are broken again since his body weigth was too much for them.

days pass and the eggs are back, but theyre in a hospital, theyre in a coma and they stay like that for 3 days, all the eggs that lost a life before now have it back, and now 3 new eggs appeared, sunny side up, empanada and pepito. they are assigned new parents by cucurucho and then left off by their own accord.

after that, the eggs woke up, everyone was up, chayanne and tallulah immediently went looking for eachother, everyone was happy they were back alive, then everything was explained, the eggs recieved a note, a message, a threat, that made them escape and hide away, the treat was that they werre gonna hurt their parents, so they ran and camped all toghther in the quesadilla island for a while, then the wheels appeared, it was the wheels that separated them into 3 teams and took them to egg island, chayanne felt a lot of guilt from making such a desition and guiding them all away, but phil told him " listen, if i were you i wouldve done the same, you didnt make a mistake, you did what was best for your siblings and for us, its ok" and that was it for that night

days later, another hallusination (nobody cheered), it was the ender king, he was coming for him, making threats of finding him, now that his children were there he asked them while the painting and book were there, he took pictures that he showed them, they couldnt see what he sees, he told fit "it happened again, come with me please", he showed him, nothing, it was gone again, but fit and the eggs belived him completely no matter what

even more days later, he wakes up and find the room filled with flowers and vines, it was beutiful but also inexplicable, he find them all the way down in the basement and he find a chest with a message in it, it also had a rose inside, it said to spend the day with the nestlings and to then go back to the forest that caused him so much pain, after the day was done, he did as it said and found a monument, a garden? a sanctuary. it was protected by rose herself, it had a chest in the middle where they could communicate to eachother, it explained how she was now protecting him and the eggs, she knew about the ender king being after him so shes taking care of it, she isnt as powerful here as she is back in hardcore tho but he was still grateful for it

oh god, luffy appeared (no not monkey d luffy from hit anime one piece, its an little eye creature from back to egg island), they came all the way in a boat to find his friends, bagi, fit and tubbo, also it escaped from the federation since they were doing experiments on him and questioning him. after taking care of luffy for a while the eye workers from egg island appeared, looking for luffy to take him back, phil then resisted and fought the workers to defend luffy. after a while they retrieved and left ehind a treat, "you have 3 days to return the creature, if you dont were killing your child". after the fight and recalling th information, they took luffy to spawn and the federation appeared, they were taing luffy back and phil fought again to defend him, he was unsuccsessful this time and luffy was taken again, he threatened agent 18 (cop uniform, usually wearing chainmail pants) that they dont hurt him nor torture him again, agent 18 didnt budge and didnt care. s he just send phil off and back to his egg. after that fight, rose manifested herself, she changed the floor for bushes, changed the envireoment around phil and chayanne and healed them, she dropped a book saying how she was sorry for not being able to help earlier.

the 3 days passed and phil told the ye workers that the federation took luffy back, the workers didnt hear what he was saying, they were just demanding the creature, after that they went straight for chayanne and tallulah, fortunetly the eggs were unharmed after that but from that day onwards, the attacks started

anotehr hallusination happens in the meantime, the ender king again trying to reach phil, he sees the trail of the ender king in common spots that phil deems dear and private, for only him and his family, and he leaves a book, a message, a warning. the ender king is getting angry, hes not furious on how he is escaping from him, how he isnt able to find him thanks to rose and that hes only waiting for her to lower her guard so he can finally reach him. he tells rose, tells her that hes contacting him, or at least trying to. he tells her "Contact the blaze empress"

so many attacks has been happenning that empanada lost a life due to the workers, phil blames himself for it. on one of the times they appear, they talk to phil again after demandint to talk to him. they try and argue for the creature again, no change, they attack again and go after phil, the eggs are safe in the sactuary

after a while, rose replies back! she says that contact with the blaze empress wasnt possible, it is also explained that rose and the otehr deities did notice phil's absence and that it did take them all this time to finally locate him, so that not only brought rose's attention, it also brought the ender kings attention, she said, and i quote "i dont know what his plans are, but nobody really know what a vasseless deity like him is capable of doing". so yeah all chat is teorizing tha the ender king wants to use phil as a vassel

this is now where we reach present time, phil is in prison and only today did he had contact with his husband again after so long (didnt mention it but when phil had the ender king hallusination in his house, he discovered that missa was living along the farm animals, between the fish tanks, after another night chayanne brought missa to rose's sacntuary so he could sleep there with all the family)

so yeah, thats the q!phil's lore, tomorrow we discover if he gets cruxified, possesd by the ender king (some chatters call him enderpookie) or what the fuck happens

Does anyone want to tell me all the Philza lore so far?

I have absolutely no time in my day to watch any vods, esp not live, and ive been hearing some interesting things from Phil with the Enderking?? and Hardcore connecting to qsmp, and i dont have the time to watch that many vods to find the lore haha

Is there a Philza watcher out there that wants to infodump to me about Phils lore?

I have the lore vaguely up until Purgatory 1 its just after than i got v v busy

#long post #qsmp philza #q philza #derealization #philza #qsmp #philza minecraft #mumza #this is my magnum opus

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ilivelikeimtrying · 2 years ago

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ROTTMNT Separated Human AU

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Raphael's (or Raph/Raphie) mom and Dad Lou Jitsu (Yoshi, as she decided to use his real name), whom were both movie stars, were close. They came into the industry around the same time, and immediately gravitated towards each other and became close friends and later began to care for each other as so much more.

To her he was funny, a bit extravagant, and loud, but under all that arrogance and facade she saw the real him, someone who was caring, and protective, and scared of letting the people he loved down.

She fell for all of him, and for him, he never thought he'd ever meet someone who would bring out the best in him.

She was beautiful, with gorgeous almond skin and bright amber eyes (sometimes green, sometimes he swore it shined like gold). Kind, and gentle, but tough and hardheaded as well, knowing when to use a gentle touch, or bring down a firm hand. She was a fireball full of ideas and wit, scary to most people with her strong attitude, but gorgeous to him.

They weren't married yet, and after finding out that she was pregnant, decided to wait after the baby was born to get married.

She loved the life within her, and had named the child already before the birth, asking Lou to grant her this final request as it was her father's name, and asked him to always love and care for this child no matter the outcome.

He agreed.

She died during labor.

Not being able to cope with her death Lou turned to drinking, and parties, and one night stands.

He met two women at that time. One he could barely remember her name, and the other he referred to as "Big Mama", as she said that that's what everyone called her anyways, who also worked with him on sets. She was wild, and fun, and scarily cunning, but in a hot way, and after taking her home and seeing how well she treated his son, thought that maybe this could work too.

The boy needed a mother after all, right? But before anything could happen he found out the truth about her and all bets were off.

There was a big lawsuit involved, and his heart was broken again, but she was out of his life now at least, even if sometimes he'll see her number still in his phone and want to call it, or he'd hear her name on set and miss her, he couldn't do that to them, him and his son, not again.

What he didn't realize however, was that out of this, he would become a father twice again.

Big Mama had gotten pregnant and given birth to a little boy prematurely. He had some bone problems and medical issues, she knew that, and planned to give him up the moment he was born, but after seeing him and holding him for the first time after his time in the NICU thought better of it.

She unexpectedly fell in love with this strange little being in her arms that came accidentally in her life, whom she decided to name Donatello, a smart and sophisticated name for a child of hers.

Also, she had much bigger plans for this little one.

Somewhere across town, in an old rundown apartment, a faceless woman with no name had also given birth.

To a little girl.

She hated her, the moment she was born.

Before then even.

She was the reason for all the woman's problems, and she couldn't stand it. She wanted to get rid of it but couldn't afford and abortion, and the last thing she needed was her mother finding out and harassing her again.

So she left the little thing under a bridge one cold night and never looked back.

She was found later, almost on the brink of death, by a man named Oroku Saki, a failed actor turned businessman.

He took the little girl to the hospital (she was shaking from the cold "like a small Kame caught in winter" he had said to a nurse), planning to simply leave her there when all was said and done, but changed his mind when the little thing grabbed his hand (more accurately his finger, are newborns meant to be this small?) in a strong grip and looked for his warmth during his walk (yes walk, because he most certainly did not run to the hospital) and that reminded him of his own daughter.

Now how could he leave something so small yet so full of potential behind?

After legally becoming his daughter he and his wife named the child. His wife thought of "Miwa", a beautiful harmony in a messy world, while he chose "Kana" to match his daughters name, or "Nakano", a famous female warrior from the Boshin War.

Eventually they went with his daughters pick, Fuyuko.

(It was years later that he would discover that he had a son, who would choose to change his name again, to Leonardo.

But daughter or son, a child of his must be a one who succeeds. No matter the gender.)

A few months after his "Big Break Up Scandal" with Big Mama (as celebrity news calls it), when his son was about a year and a month old, Lou had to visit an art Gallery hosted by his friend Yuki (who preferred to be called Miyamoto actually, but Lou was never one for formalities).

There is where he met her.

She was beautiful, standing near a piece of art, made by her own hands. Petite with bouncy curled dark and blond hair (highlights he would later learn), sun kissed skin peppered with freckles, with bright sky eyes, with an even brighter smile.

She was mischievous, a wild card, and one of the brightest people he had ever met in his life. She had big opinions and an ever bigger heart, and caught his heart the moment she said "Hi".

He thought at first that he couldn't- no- shouldn't, not again, he had a child god damnit.

But that all went out the window when he saw how she made little Red laugh.

They got along very well, but she made it known from the start that she wasn't ready to start anything serious, and he respected that, because neither was he.

The three became a sort of small family for a while. The two became close friends, and occasionally fooled around, but decided that this was what was best for them at the moment.

Until one day she told them that she had to leave.

It hurt, of course it did, but she knocked some sense into him, telling him to get his mind right because he wasn't just living for himself, but for his son as well.

He couldn't agree more.

They said their goodbyes, with her peppering kisses all over Little Raphie's face, and she left.

What she didn't tell him when she left though, was why.

She was pregnant.

Her brother Barry (Baron, sister, Baron) told her that she should have stayed and milked every last cent out of that bastard.

She told him no. She would never do that to that little family, they had already been through so much, and she didn't want to burden them with this. He told her to "Get rid of it" (of which he regretted after receiving her wrath for his wording).

That's how Michelangelo was born, on a beautiful summer day.

Barry had scoffed at her name choice, but she absolutely thought it fit her little Mikey.

Sadly she couldn't stay with him long, she had to go back to her gallery, to make enough money for all of her family, her mother who was still bed ridden, her father who had lost his job again, for Barry so he could finish his studies, and now for little Mikey...

She knew she would never be in his life nearly enough, and asked Barry to do the 'impossible'.

He wanted to deny, he had his own things to worry about, but he also knew how much his sister did for them, and that he still needed her, so ultimately agreed and took the child as his own.

He would raise him, and who knows? The world works in mysterious ways. This child could one day come as useful to him.

Only time would tell.

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And there you have it, four children, siblings, living different lives, that are still so similar, never to know of the others, and will probably never meet.

... or will they?

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years ago

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Limp Noodle ~ S.H.

A/n: I have never once been good at making choices so I’ll be doing both OOF! This request is dirt old but whatever. I’m actually writing requests now look at me go!

Request: “...prompt 20 or 21 Steve Harrington x clumsy male reader” by anon

#20 (here): “I can’t do this without you”

#21: “Guess who broke their nose! Me. It’s me. I broke my nose.”

Word Count: 2000+

MASTERLIST

“Are you SURE that this is a good idea?” The words came from Y/n as Steve parked the car, waving through the windshield window at Jonatan, Nancy, Robin and a new friend, Bianca. They’d all decided on a triple date and like idiots they’d let Steve, Bianca, and Nancy decide so they were now all headed on a hike. Robin was the least athletic of all of them and hated exercise of any kind. Jonathan was the one in the group who hated being outside in the sun and much preferred being inside cuddled on the could other swaddled in bed. Y/n... well Y/n was the single most clumsy person you’ve ever met.

Now, take whatever image that popped in your head when I said that and then make it ten times worse. Then take THAT mental image and multiply by it by ten AGAIN. Y/n was worse. He was absolutely sure he was going to thrip and fall over the side of some steep hill and fully die. He would be lucky to make it out of this trip without a stick going through his eye. Y/n and the outdoors didn’t mix. They never had. He could barely walk, let alone when it was uphill and outside and humid and hard to breathe and everyone was so beautiful and distracting.

Steve didn’t agree with that analysis.

“This is a great idea actually,” Steve decided with complete confidence. “Don’t worry about it okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Incorrect,” Y/n Aries immediately. “We started dating because I tripped seven times and you caught me every single one. I tripped seven times in three days Steve - and that was just the, what, one hour a day you’re with me? In THREE HOURS I TRIPPED SEVEN TIMES!” He was whisper yelling, getting rather heated. “I’m going to knock my head into a tree and bleed out.”

Steve laughed. He reached over, taking his boyfriend’s hands. “Do you trust me?”

Y/n’s shoulders sagged. “That is a cheap trick, Harrington.”

In response Steve only raised his eyebrows. When Y/n refused to answer, Steve sighed. “Y/n. Do you trust me?”

Closing his eyes a second, Y/n held in a sigh. When he opened them again, he managed a small smile. “Yeah. I trust you.” Steve went to get out of the car and Y/n caught his wrist. “Just promise you’re going to stay with me okay? I can’t do this without you. I’m serious.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on Drama King.” They both got out and made their way over to the other four.

“Hey guys!” Nancy greeted warmly. She had calmed a lot since Y/n had first met her. Darkened. But she was still pleasant enough, and Y/n tolerated her for Steve. He didn’t know why they were all friends after Nancy’s brutal ripping up Steve’s heart but... he expected it was that trauma bonding things that Steve and Robin refused to ever talk about with Y/n in the room.

“Hey bestie.” Robin winked at Y/n and he felt himself relax. Around her he always felt more comfortable. She got him on a much deeper level than Steve did. She had actually been the one to set them up after failure after failure of Steve’s attempts on girls who came to the ice cream shop they met at originally. It had gone up in flames recently, but they’d snagged a job at a movie store so they still worked together. Y/n was pretty sure neither of them would have it any other way, even if they sometimes pretended to hate each other.

“Hey loser,” Y/n joked back. Robin shoved him and he laughed, accidentally ramming into Jonathan as his feet almost came out underneath him. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbled.

Robin scoffed in amusement. “I always forget you have two backward feet.” This was something she said often, in reference to the popular statement of ‘two left feet’. One day Robin had proclaimed that Y/n was something worse than two left feet, and then being backward had kicked off as an inside joke.

“I’d you have that problem standing still, how do you think you’re going to do on a hike?” It seemed Bianca was trying to get in on the joking, but it hit a hard cord with Y/n.

He wasn’t in the mood to joke. “What can I say? Great day to die.” He put on the fakest smile ever. “Come on everyone!” Then he began to surge ahead, onto the trail, and the others scrambled to catch up.

It didn’t tale long for Nancy and Bianca to hit the head of the trail. Steve dutifully stayed by Y/n, but he watched the girls head with a sort of forlorness. Because Y/n was so slow and Jonathan and Robin lagged even behind him, the two girls in front were racing up and down the steep sides of the path they were on, jumping over logs and hopping up on stumps to make the path harder. They were laughing hard and having a great time. Y/n knew that Steve desperately wanted to join them.

What kind of a boyfriend would Y/n be to stop him? “Go on,” Y/n sighed, nudging Steve forward encouragingly.

Steve looked at Y/n with an expression that tried far too hard at innocence to succeed. It was so obvious he was full of crap that Y/n was rolling his eyes before the brunette even spoke. “What? What do you mean? I’m having a great time with my boyfriend which was the point of this whole thing. Have I bored you already?”

“No, but I’ve bored you. Go and do parkour with the bad ass chicks up there. Go on.” Steve hesitated, but when Y/n shot him a look, he finally did speed ahead to catch up and join in the unnecessary shenanigans that gave Y/n extreme anxiety just imagining himself doing. He sighed watching Nancy and Steve. He knew that things were WAY over between them, but Y/n found a little jealousy in the way they worked together so fluidly. They were perfect for each other - even as friends. She just kept up with him and challenged him in a way that Y/n never could, and Steve thrived.

Slowing down in his moment of annoyance, Robin and Jonathan caught up to him. “Welcome to the world of those who have to sit back and wonder why they’re not still dating,” Jonathan sighed. His voice was as laced with bitterness as Y/n’s thoughts were.

“They’re so complimentary,” Y/n complained.

“You could argue that you guys are the same,” Robin pointed out. “You both hate doing anything outside or away from home. You both love reading and photography. I mean Y/n’s incredible view of the world allows him to be a great writer, but it also connects you two. Writing and photography aren’t far from each other and you prod that every day. Nancy can’t slow down enough to appreciate things like Jonathan does, and we all know Steve is no reader.” She chuckled. “And we’ll never know how awkward and snappy got buff and pretty.”

Jonathan and Y/n smiled at that. “Imagine another world where Nancy and Steve stayed together. Then maybe you and me would have-“ suddenly he lost his words as he tripped, and Jonathan reached out to catch him. The two boys busted up laughing. “That’s the second I have to say both sorry and thank you for your reflexes Mr. Byers.”

“Ah anytime. That’s what friends do. Share interests and talk about alternative world where they’re dating and catch each other when they almost die.”

That made Y/n laugh harder.

Suddenly there was a very unpleasant thump and a scream. The three in the back snapped their attention to the three ahead and saw Nancy and Bianca freeze and look back at Steve, who had landed on the ground. His hands had risen to cover his face, and he slowly turned on his side, curling in on himself. It seemed like he’d misstepped at some point and tripped and fallen.

Perhaps Y/n shouldn’t have been the one they worried about on this trip...

When they finally got Steve to the hospital, it was a mess. There had been blood everywhere, and Y/n’s weirdly good driving had saved the day in a pinch once again. They’d gotten there quickly and in one piece without getting pulled over.

Only an hour later they were given news. Steve came out with the skin around his nose already bruised and puffy. “Guess Who broke their nose,” he mocked in a song songey voice.

“Me?” Y/n joked.

“Me!” Steve agreed, pointing at himself. “It’s me. I broke my nose.” He slung an arm over Y/n’s shoulders and the other four covered their mouths to hide laughs. People wouldn’t be forgiving in public if it got out that the two men were dating, so they were trying to be lowkey.

The Doctor came over behind Steve. “He’ll be fine. I’ve given him direction son how to ice it and even given him some pain killers to help with the next few hours. But it is just a broken nose, so nothing too severe.”

“Thanks,” Y/n told the Doctor. They left then, everyone heading home. Y/n designated himself in charge of caring for Steve, and called his parents to let them know that Steve ‘got tired’ after the hike and totally knocked out. They didn’t mind, liking that Steve was actually spending time with other kids again, so it went without too much problem.

As Y/n was tucking Steve into bed, Steve caught his hand to still him. “I love you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. They hadn’t said that yet but... well, if hypotheticals with Jonathan had taught anything today, it was that Y/n was glad he was in this version of things, even if it was a little more complicated this way. So he meant it when he replied, “I love you too Stevie.”

Steve glared. “Not Jonathan?”

“Jon-“ Y/n’s deep confusion cleared as he realized what had been happening right when Steve had tripped. Jonathan and Y/n had been close. Laughing. Talking. Touching. “Oh my god Harrington did you break your nose because you were being a jealous idiot?”

“Maybe,” Steve grumbled, looking away.

Y/n laughed, gently tugging on his chin so their eyes met again. “Please sweetheart, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Me and my two backward feet are going to plague you for the rest of our lives.”

Steve’s eyes got very soft. “Do you really mean that?”

Getting sincere, Y/n leaned down and kissed Steve’s forehead. “Stephen Harrington, I’ve never meant anything more. I know we can’t get married or anything, or even date publicly, but... I don’t care. And maybe that’s some really forward thinking and we haven’t been dating that long, but I fell... a LOT of times in my life. It only made sense that the first time someone ever caught me, it was you. And it made me realize that I was gifted with my two backward feet so that one day I’d fall for you.”

Steve groaned. “That was painfully cheesy.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n dismissed, rolling his eyes. The sweet moment was completely ruined.

“No seriously I would break my nose again before hearing that-“

Y/n reached over, turning the light off before climbing into bed with Steve. “Shut up Harrington, or I WILL break your nose again.”

Steve laughed before pulling Y/n close so they could fall asleep curled up with each other. “My cheesy, dumb, clumsy boy,” Steve mused quietly.

That made Y/n scoff. “If either of ya is the dumb in this relationship it’s YOU, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” Steve whispered. It was quiet a while before he finally followed up with, “I’d like that future with you too.”

To hide his smile, Y/n mumbled, “Good night Stevie.”

After a second, Steve replied, “Good night, Y/n.” And for now, that was the end of it.

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i-need-entertainment · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu!! Boys getting accidentally hit ‘where it hurts’ by their kids

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou, Numai and Iizuna

Happy Easter if you celebrate it!! I thought a fluffy little hc’s of the Haikyuu!! Boys with their babies would be cute for today so here we are~

Warnings: Uh- just our favorite boys getting hit in the balls, I’m seeking more therapy I laughed way too hard while writing this uHm, mentions of grabbing the crotch cause what else you gonna do??, I do reference the Bad-dad moments and being flashed posts.

**POST TIMESKIP CAUSE CHILDREN!! YOU AND THE HAIKYUU!! BOYS ARE MARRIED~ ALSO THE NUMBER OF KIDS THEY HAVE CAME FROM THE BAD-DAD MOMENTS!!**

@foodacoochie I thought you might want to see this~

Akaashi Keiji:

Today was Akaashi’s day off, so naturally he wanted to spend it with his family!

You were all situated in the living room, your youngest who was a little over 1 sitting on your lap, and your oldest, who was about 3 was sitting across from Akaashi.

Akaashi was on his knees, throwing a tennis ball like thing back and forth with your 3 year old son, who was standing.

Everything was going great, just some wholesome family fun.

Until Akaashi said ‘give it all you got!’ his child smiled, wound up, and-

‘OOF-’ you watched as your husband immediately hunched over, falling to his side as his hands flew to his crotch.

Your eyes widened as you tried not to laugh, your son however started giggling when his father groaned, your baby following suit.

“K-keiji? *snicker* are- *ahem* are you okay?” You barely got through the sentence before you started laughing, Akaashi just slowly nodded, eventually returning to his knees.

He was much, much more conscious of his lower region from that point on.

Washio Tatsuki:

It was Halloween time, and you and Washio had taken your 3 kids to a pumpkin patch!

You guys have 3 kids, the oldest two are 5 (fraternal twins, 1 boy 1 girl), and the youngest is 2.

The farm had made several ‘haunted houses’, one for little kids and one for teens+

Your twins had decided they wanted to go in the haunted house!

Well, your son did. Your daughter was not thrilled.

But! When her daddy offered to hold her hand the whole time, she decided she could brave it out, after all it is Washio we’re talking about.

You stayed by the entrance with your 2 year old, while Washio took the twins inside.

Everything was fine for awhile, your son was very excited, giggling at the jump scares and all in all having a good old time.

Your daughter...not so much. Poor thing was just about shaking, but she wanted to do this!!

They were about 2 scares away from the exit when someone dressed as a werewolf came from no where, your daughter screaming and turning into her father, her elbow at the perfect height to connect with his groin.

Sucking in a quick breath he ever so slightly tightened his hold on his children's hands, walking them through the last few jump scares and out to you.

You immediately grew concerned as the first thing your husband did was take a knee when he got outside, hands coming to grip at his face as he just slowly let out a breath, nodding when you asked if he was okay.

But even after getting elbowed in the balls, he never let go of his daughters hand😤

Konoha Akinori:

You had just finished drying your son off from his bath when you heard giggling coming from the living room.

You sighed as you saw your husband, relentlessly tickling his oldest daughter, right after you had gotten her all settled down for bed.

Despite the irritation you felt knowing it would take at least 2 more stories for her to be sleepy again, you couldn’t help but smile knowing how much he loved being a dad.

“D-daddy *giggle* st-stop it!! It-it tickles!!!” Your husband smiled, continuing to gently tickle your daughter as she continued to laugh.

“No-can-do missy! Your laugh is just too cute!”

Your daughter, despite her laughing, started to squirm, small arms pressing down on her fathers forearms, and little legs and feet pressing on his shins and thighs.

Until one particularly ticklish brush of his fingers caused her foot to slip, ending with her heel hitting him right in his crotch.

He shrieked as he let go of his daughter, hands flying down to his groin as he fell on his side, all the while his little girl laughed as she crawled up towards you, who was hunched over ugly laughing/crying as your husband continued to whine.

Kita Shinsuke:

Today was the first day of your spring cleaning, and your 4 year old daughter insisted on being a big help!

You were working in the living room while Kita and your daughter worked in the kitchen.

Kita was teaching his daughter how to use everything, and helping her when she needed it, she was of course a wonderful listener and was having the time of her life.

They had just finished dusting, and now it was time to do the floors.

You guys had linoleum in the kitchen, so all they had to do was sweep and mop.

Kita got the broom from the storage closet and came back to the kitchen.

He sighed when he realized he had forgotten the mop, setting the broom up against the kitchen counter and telling your daughter he’d be right back.

Now, she may more responsible than most kids her age, but she was still 4. And very curious.

Picking up the broom, she started to play with it, completely oblivious to her father rounding the corner.

Before he could so much as blink his daughter turned, the top of the broom catching him right in the balls as he very narrowly avoided cussing, choosing to grip the counter instead.

Gasping your little girl ran to you, on the verge of tears as she grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the kitchen.

“Mommy help! I think I killed daddy!”

When you got to the kitchen, you saw Kita, head down on the counter as his hands wrapped around his head, small groans coming from him.

He made sure to be out of his daughter reach when teaching her to sweep.

Suna Rintaro:

Suna was in the living room, your 2 oldest in there with him as he was ‘rough housing’ and doing stuff dads do with their kids.

You were in the youngest 2′s room, putting them down for a nap.

Suna gently held his daughters legs as she planted her palms on the floor, him lifting her up when she was ready.

That’s right, Suna was teaching them to do handstands.

Giving her a high five he turned to his son, telling him what he needed to do, completely oblivious to his daughters concentrated look.

Keep in mind, Suna was standing, with his knees slightly bent and his hands on his knees.

Your daughter gave herself a firm nod, putting her hands above her head as she dipped down.

You had just finished putting the littlest ones down for their nap when you walked into the living room, watching almost in slow motion as your daughter leaned her upper half down, and watching her her leg came flying straight up.

Straight up in between her father’s legs.

You watched as his eyes widened, the air being knocked right out of him as he practically folded in half, forehead resting on the carpet as your son just looked at him and your daughters hands came up to her mouth.

You were of course dying in the doorway, him shooting you a glare as you gave your poor daughter a hug, her giving her daddy one as soon as he unfurled from the fetal position.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Ushijima had taken his 3 oldest sons to the Schweiden gym.

He was putting in a little extra practice time, but wasn’t going to give up time with his children!

So, he figured it would be good to take them with him, they always loved going with him anyhow.

Right now, he was with your oldest son, Ren.

Your second born was whisked away by Romero and his son to play, and your youngest was whisked away by Hoshiumi and Sokolov.

Ushijima had been teaching his son to spike.

Nothing crazy, the kid is only 5, so they were spiking from the ground.

But there’s still a lot of power that goes into those spikes!!

Ushijima had taken his eyes off of his son for not even a minute, distracted by the giggles he heard from his youngest as he sat on Hoshiumi’s shoulders.

He really should have been paying attention, because right in front of him his son was winding up for a spike.

He didn’t notice until the *SMACK* on the gym floor echoed, the volleyball being shot right into his groin.

He cursed under his breath as he dropped to his knees, hands holding his crotch as Sokolov and Romero cringed, Hoshiumi and Ren laughing at his misfortune.

Yahaba Shigeru:

Yahaba had taken his 2 sons outside to play with a model airplane they had just finished putting together!

It was one of those thick-foam nice ones, so it was going to fly nicely.

He stood a good 15 feet away from his oldest, his youngest about 15 feet away from him so they formed a triangle, You watching with your phone ready for memories!!

Your oldest, Hayato, waited for the wind to come before thrusting the plane up and into the air, it glided for a good few seconds before doing a loop and coming back to the ground at a sharp angle.

For a foam plane, it moved quite efficiently, and at this speed it was moving quite quickly.

Before anyone could react, the plane had nose dived right into your husband, his face blanching as his hands shot downwards.

You laughed, your sons cringed, and Yahaba just about cried.

“At least the plane’s okay! It would have actually been bad if it broke” Your youngest walked away after picking up the plane, Yahaba looking at him in disbelief.

“Yeah, well don’t go asking me and your mom for anymore siblings, *cringe* I don’t think that’ll be happening.”

He cringed even more when you revealed you had gotten everything on video~

Iwaizumi Hajime:

With it being the off-season for volleyball, Iwaizumi was spending more time at home with his family!

But, keeping in good shape was also important, so one of the things he would do is while he worked out in the home gym, your 3 sons would be in there with him.

You guys had a pretty good set up, one of the newer additions being a punching bag and gloves. (any other boxers out there?)

Iwaizumi was working with weights, currently doing bicep curls while his sons wreaked, albeit controlled, havoc.

His oldest had found the gloves, slipping on on his hand as the middlest took the other, the youngest slipping on a mit instead.

Poor man was so focused in his workout, he didn’t even notice his middlest son come waking towards him.

When he did notice, he was too late, his son had already wound up and launched his gloved hand into Iwaizumi’s crotch.

Iwaizumi grunted as he just about dropped the weights, falling onto his hands and knees as he tried to steady his breathing.

All 3 of your children bolted out of the room, the little brats laughing before they ran into you.

You walked in to see Iwaizumi, who was now on one knee, eyes still closed as he seemed to be meditating.

For those who are wondering, “padded boxing gloves” do n o t h i n g to subside the pain of being punched😢

Futakuchi Kenji:

Futakuchi’s parents had been over for dinner one night, his younger sister and her fiancé were there too!

You guys had just had a nice dinner and were now sitting in the living room, bringing up old memories and laughing about things that have happened.

Your oh so loving husband had decided to bring up how you had “flashed” him in high school, you rolling your eyes as you hit his arm with a pillow you threw, him being on the couch and you cuddling with your youngest on the floor.

Now, you guys have 3 little girls.

Your oldest is 6, middlest 4 and your youngest is about 3.

Your youngest was very much a mommy’s girl, and would actually glare at Futakuchi for no given reason, then turn around and giggle and smile at you. (lol my little sister went through a phase like this when she was, like, 2)

She had been sitting on your lap, so when she saw you ‘in danger’ and it was from ‘the enemy’ aka dad, she stood, chubby little cheeks forming a pout as she marched towards her dad.

With the whole family watching, she pulled her fist back and swung, catching him right in his balls as she scurried off and back into your arms, you not knowing how to respond to the situation and your husband doubled over in pain.

Daishou Suguru:

You and Daishou had 2 kids, 1 girl (oldest) and 1 boy.

Daishou was a good dad!

He cared for his children, gave them endless amounts of love and affection, and was never late to any event big or small.

But he was still a dad, and dads all have those things that they do.

For him, it was popping out of random places and (lightly) scaring his daughter.

Currently, he was hiding behind the wall right at the top of the stairs, smirking as he knew his daughter was on her way up them.

He got his hands ready, feet in a good position to jump out as he watched her little shadow grow closer and closer to the top.

As soon as she hit the floor of the 2nd level he jumped out.

“BOO!” Screaming she kicked, landing a strong kick right in between Daishou’s legs, causing him to yelp as his hands gripped his crotch, sinking to his knees as his daughter gasped.

She felt bad for a whole of (2) seconds before sighing, hands coming up on her hips as she pouted, “Daddy, that’s what you get for scaring me!!”

Numai Kazuma:

You guys had 3 sons and 1 girl, your baby girl being the youngest of the 4.

Right now, you guys were in your backyard, having an outdoor day and playing a variety of sports and games.

The game they were currently playing was baseball.

You sat in the shade with your youngest son and baby girl as they played in the sandbox, your oldest two with their dad as he set up the little stand and put the ball on it.

He had put on the catcher’s mit and stood a good 10 feet away from the batting station, his oldest son ready to hit, and his youngest son a safe distance away.

“Alright, come on buddy, you got this!”

Steadying his stance, your son swung with all of his might, the ball going fast and low to the ground, and right towards Numai-

“uGh-” Your hand came up to your mouth when your husband dropped to his knee, hand coming up to wave off his son, forcing out an “I’m okAy-” as he struggled to regain his composure.

For the remainder of the time they played baseball, he kept the mit a little lower than he originally planned.

Iizuna Tsukasa:

Iizuna had been away for a game for the past 2 weeks, and your 3 year old daughter was very excited to see him again.

His arrival time was in the afternoon, so you were able to bring your daughter with you! Which Iizuna was thrilled about.

Your little girl was practically bouncing with excitement, little pigtails jumping as she looked up to you with a toothy grin.

You gently ran your fingers through her hair, as she clutched onto your leg, both of your eyes searching the gate for your husband.

As soon as you saw him, you crouched down to her ear, “There he is! There’s daddy!” Squealing she ran, and I mean she ran full force towards her father.

Iizuna, seeing his incoming 3 year old barreling towards him, dropping his bag, kneeling down so he could catch her.

Which he did, but he didn’t account for just how much force she had carried, so he didn’t expect the little foot that kicked him right where it hurts.

Careful not to impulsively squeeze the life out of his toddler, he shakily sighed as he gave her a kiss to her head, her nuzzling into his arms.

He may have been in an extreme amount of pain, but nothing was going to stop him from hugging his little girl.

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celestialmantdonna · 5 months ago

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Even though the Guardians knew Mantis enough to realize her powers made her perceptive to invisible forces, they also realized she had been stressed, agitated and overwhelmed since their unexpected landing. Whether she was speaking with mysterious forces or not remained to be seen, though Drax seemed more inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt, possibly because he knew Mantis in a way no one else did.

Or possibly because the Kylosian warrior thought he could become invisible.

Rocket narrowed his eyes when Basch got all philosophical on him, and he couldn't help but tune out. "Pal, there are four other people here besides me," he said, pointing to Drax, Groot, Quill and Gamora. "Why would you want to discuss that bullshit with me? Look, I'm flattered, but uninterested. You're not my type, unless you happen to be semi-automatic, fully automatic or have a fairly low recoil. I only love one thing in this life, and ya told us to leave 'em at the ship," he said, referring to his weapons.

Though the Guardians didn't like the fact that Mantis was alone at the palace, despite her insistence that she was being helped by a mysterious 'them', they realized it was probably for the best once they saw how busy the tavern was. Mantis could've found herself overwhelmed by the unfamiliarity of the place once again, and the Guardians didn't want that. She could always explore the city once she felt better.

When the barman came to their table, Drax, Rocket and Groot soon started to argue about foods to order while Gamora tried in vain to keep the peace, the four of them loudly speaking over each other. Quill glanced at them and shook his head, before he turned his attention back to Basch.

"Wait, really? You don't think he's crazy? I mean, I haven't met him, so I wouldn't know, but..." Quill trailed off. "You say he's a rational guy, and I believe you. I don't mean to disrespect the King, but I know Mantis. He's wrong about her, so I thought he could be wrong about his son, too." He sighed. "I didn't think you would tell me. Your friend thinks we're spies or something," he said, referring to Vossler. "Because clearly spies would accidentally draw attention to themselves like we did. I don't think he knows what spies actually do, but whatever. I haven't seen him since we left the ship. I wonder what he's up to."

When the guard asked Mantis if she was a bard, she blinked. "Oh... Not really, but I want to think I'd make a decent one," she said, praying the guards would let her visit the library and bug out.

No good, probably.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* . ───

She nodded when the guard asked her if she would be alright, and she whispered a little 'thank you' before he left. Mantis released a deep breath once she found herself alone with Munoh; while the idea of being considered a madwoman was an unpleasant one, she cared far more about making her friends look bad. Her worries seemed to melt away at the sight of the library, however.

"Oh... Look at this place," Mantis whispered as a beaming smile appeared on her face. "How beautiful!" She turned to Munoh. "Thank you once again for helping me. You are very kind. What kind of power do you possess?" She was grateful for this new friend, and she wanted to learn more about them.

Another Time, Another Place (A Hollow Universe In Space) || closed with tarnishedxknight

@tarnishedxknight continued from here

The Guardians stood there, letting Captain Basch formally introduce them to King Raminas. They all then bowed respectfully except for Rocket, who only did so because Gamora pushed his head down. They trusted Basch for the most part, as he assured them no one would hurt them after telling them to leave their weapons at the ship. Quill and Gamora were the first ones to leave theirs; Drax didn't want to leave his knives, but did so after Mantis looked at him, while Rocket pulled a comical amount of retractable weapons from his pockets.

As they followed Basch, Mantis had stayed behind for a moment to approach Vossler. She felt much better after Munoh sent her some calm energy, and she smirked at the man. Suddenly, her hand was on his cheek, her antennae aglow. "Whenever you open your mouth to say something unkind, you will wail like a baby. Honestly, it might be more coherent than anything else you have said," she whispered. She patted his cheek twice as if to seal her whimsical behest, and hurried to follow the Guardians as Basch guided them through the palace of Rabanastre.

Quill straightened and cleared his throat to speak to the King. Mantis took his hand; Quill was a little confused, but he allowed it since he knew she wasn't feeling great.

"Your Majesty," he said, once again lowering his voice in an attempt to mirror Basch's formal tone and presence, hoping it would make the King like him more. "We come in peace. We thank you for your time, and we apologize for occupying one of your docks. I think I have–" He stopped talking rather suddenly, and swallowed. "Uh... I think... I have..."

What was happening was that Mantis was frantically reading his thoughts as he spoke, using her powers to interrupt him because he was going to say he had the perfect stuff to make up for it, wanting to show the King some Terran music with the Zune. While Terran music was excellent, Mantis knew not everyone would like it, nor find it an acceptable form of apology.

"I have no excuse," Quill said instead. "And I have to... shut up... now."

#tarnishedxknight #guest muse: rocket #guest muse: drax #guest muse: gamora #guest muse: groot #guest muse: peter quill #[ v: another time another place a hollow universe in space ]

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skellebonez · 4 years ago

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Could we have more overprotective dad Macaque from Winter Cursed au? Perhaps with 7 and 14?

You asked for Overprotective Dad Macaque, but you also get Incredibly Worried Son MK to go with that! @winterpower98 fuels my DadMac fills so much. (There are some callback references to older fills for this au but none need to be read to understand this)

Stop acting like a child!/Am I scaring you?

They sat in silence for longer than they had since returning from their little adventure. The one Macaque had started in the first place. It almost felt like they were back there again, close to the end, after the truth came out and they sat with Sun Wukong around a fire as they rested for the end to it all.

Except they weren't there again. They were on the sand covered shores of Mount Huaguo, a few small monkeys surrounding them now that the air between them had calmed.

MK had been playing with some of baby monkeys on the island while the Monkey King was off doing... well, something with the rest of the older monkeys. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, maybe he was just taking stock of their health, but the younger ones were getting bored once Wukong had finished apparently and MK arrived just in time to help by keeping them distracted since Macaque had no patience for that himself and had wandered off long ago.

And keep them distracted he did! He did such a good job that he had kept himself distracted and hadn't noticed they made it to a portion of the beach shore that had sharp rocks.

Until he ended up falling and nearly got a face full of sharp rock (and as tough as he was that still would have hurt), only to be saved by the firm grip of Macaque grabbing his jacket and yanking him back to his feet.

MK barely managed out a thank you before Macaque laid into him. He'd never seen the immortal monkey quite like... this before. And he'd seen just as many sides of this man as a set of dice. It was less like he had seen MK nearly trip and fall and more like he had saved him from being maimed by the latest demon of the week because he wasn't taking the fight seriously. He was angry, but under that anger was a clear current of worry and... fear. And he looked tired, so tired.

It wasn't until he had tried to ask him what was wrong and Macaque yelled "Stop acting like a child!" at him, scaring away the monkeys that were on his shoulders the whole time, that the immortal seemed to realize what he had been doing. His eyes widened, and he covered his face with a groan (MK noticed his hands were shaking then) and... apologized.

That wasn't anything MK expected to hear from him. And it was worrying.

Eventually MK managed to coax Macaque into sitting down on ground, the elder almost stumbling a bit in the process, before he removed his headband and let his messed up hair down. He sat in front of him, his intentions clear and picked up immediately as Macaque groomed through his hair with a half growl in his throat.

Something was... well, he didn't want to say "wrong". But that's what it felt like. This felt wrong. It didn't take a genius to tell Macaque had been acting odd the last few weeks. The immortal monkey looked tired all the time, as if he never slept... to be frank, MK was starting to believe the only times he did sleep were when he has been caught by Mei dozing off before she arrived for training with his caffeine fix.

But that wasn't the only thing.

"Am I scaring you?" MK asked after a while, kicking at the sand they rested on. "Is Mei scaring you?"

Had it been a few months back Macaque would have said no, MK was certain of that. There nothing the young man could have done that would cause him to worry at the time. He could have jumped from the tip top of any of the many volcanoes surrounding them and Macaque would have watched him do so with maniacal glee. But now...

"Do you want me to be honest?" Macaque asked, his tone closed off and hard to determine now. The only thing that gave away how he felt was fingers working through his hair more smoothly as his tail thumped against the sand beside them.

It started out small. When they first came back Macaque would generally not be too phased by the day to day life of Monkie Kid and Company, only noting and helping treat and injuries MK got during battles or training.

But then he would take a longer and closer look at MK every time they met up, then Mei after he took her under his wing for "absolutely not training". Then came the day he was treating an injury on his back and saw his scar. The one on the back of his head that was hidden under his hair (he felt Macaque pause for a second when his fingers brush against it, immediately moving to the other side of his head).

He couldn't have been sure whether or not that was when Macaque had stopped sleeping or if it was even related, but that's when he started to notice it. The bags under his eyes, the way his gaze would loose focus as he would lose himself in thought... and then much later the way he seemed to jump at things that weren't there. MK had his share of sleep deprivation in the past and if Macaque was as bad as he thought the monkey was... he was almost certainly experiencing hallucinations.

"I do," MK said firmly, wrapping his arms around his knees as he watched a pair of baby monkeys tussle in front of them. He leaned back a bit with a wince when Macaque caught a particularly bad knot in his hair. That must have come from the grip one of the baby monkeys had on him. "After everything we've been through? I'd prefer honesty." There was a flinch from Macaque behind him, judging by the thump of his tail and the way his knees hit MK's back it must have been a full body flinch. MK immediately felt bad. "Sorry... that was a bit of a low blow."

"Not unwarranted," Macaque sighed out, wrapping MK's headband around his forehead and tying it back up with more care than he treated the knot in his hair. He went silent, rubbing his eyes and looking for all the world an absolute wreck. He needed to sleep, clearly, but was fighting it off even now. "...Kid it's... complicated."

"Everything about our lives is complicated," MK replied, turning in time to see one of the monkeys he had carried to the beach jump into Macaque's lap for a grooming session of their own. He couldn't help but smile as he complied, grumpy expression set on his face as he went through the motions. "You don't have to tell me everything, not even eventually. Even I have things I don't tell anyone else."

Macaque looked up at that for only a moment, but his ears raised in indication that MK had his full attention. "I don't doubt that for a second, somehow."

"Just... is it something I did?"

"No," Macaque said quickly, shaking his head and scowling deeply. "No, Kid, I swear it's not anything you did. Or are doing. It's all on me."

"So Mei and I aren't scaring you, but you're scared for us," MK guessed, watching Macaque's face twisted in surprise and frustration. "Am I right?"

"Sometimes I forget how smart you are..." Macaque muttered, and MK clearly wasn't supposed to hear that. He pretended he didn't.

"I can promise to be more careful if you promise to try to sleep tonight," MK offered without missing a beat. "You don't have to worry about me so much if I'm more careful, but I'm worried about you too. You look..."

"Half dead, yeah, Peaches has made that very clear," Macaque said with a chuckle. But he nodded, tossing the baby monkey in his lap up to a nearby tree branch they caught with ease and watched them scurry up and up until they found one to settle down on. "I can't promise I will... but I can promise I can try."

"Trying is great."

Macaque didn't even get the change to "try" to sleep, as he moved to the base of said nearby tree and asked MK about his last few days. He didn't make it 5 minutes before dozing off, but MK didn't stop talking.

He wasn't sure if Macaque had passed out from exhaustion or if hearing the mundane actions of daily life with no demons around assured Macaque he had been alright and would be alright for a while. Overprotective Papa Monkey not needed for now. But just in case it was the later he went on and on, monkeys eventually surrounding them to listen as well.

If Macaque looked more relaxed than MK had seen him in a long while, and if he seemed to smile a bit in his sleep when MK accidentally called him "Pop" again... that was their secret for the day.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #dad mac #cursed au #mk #qi xiaotian #six eared macaque #prompt fill

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adelheidvonschicksal · 3 years ago

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Gosh, the Hawks x intern! Reader sure made me tear up :(

Like imagine him regretting not being there for her and his baby girl from the start and trying to make up for it now 😭😭💖

I was going to imagine this, but I couldn't because I ended up writing 3000 words. 😭 I just love fictional babies so much and want them to be happy, okay? I left it open-ended, so I wouldn't betray the "kick his ass" gang. I'm a weak woman 🥺 I still don't know much about him other than what Wikipedia and memes tell me but here we go!

Part One | Part Two

Hawks doesn’t think you’ll ever let him in, not that he could blame you. Every time you see him, your expression hardens, pretty eyes narrow into a glare, nostrils flare, breathing heavy. His only bright light during your last exchange is that you wait three seconds before slamming the door in his face rather than the usual zero.

Oh, he’s definitely softening you up. Not.

It’s been a month now that he’s been at this, and he is starting to wonder if this entire thing is worth the headache. All he’s accomplished so far is bothering you with his requests to talk. Then, he remembers the little angel that you have with you and thinks it’s worth the headache.

At first, he had ignored your previous exchange that day at the park and the nagging feeling in the corner of his mind upon seeing the two of you. Until that same feeling started to weigh on his heart. He quickly realizes what those feelings were. Guilt and regret at not taking another path with the high schooler he so carelessly took advantage of and impregnated.

If he had, he could be annoying Endeavor about his cute little wife right about now.

Hawks feels a bit like Icarus flying too close to the sun and now sinking in a turbulent ocean of his own making. Instead of drowning, the world decides to throw him a lifeline as the receptionist patches a call through to him.

His heart jumps when he hears you on the other side, resistant but succumbed in your plea, “I need your help.”

The very next day you arrive at the agency, a small hand latched in your own as you stand in the middle of his office. You didn’t want to be here. The thought of being in the same place where your daughter was conceived with the same man who left you makes you antsy. You can’t believe you actually let Fumikage talk you into this.

You remember that phone conversation.

Your daughter’s quirk had been coming in full force, so fast you didn’t know how to handle it. You hoped that Tokoyami would have been able to help her control it since he trained with the very person she received her quirk from much longer than you had and that he was part avian himself.

“Please, Fumi. It’s getting worse,” you begged over the phone. “She accidentally hurt a few of the kids at school. No. No. They’re fine, some cuts and a little shook up, but fine. They won’t let her back in until she gets it under control though, so please.”

“I told you there’s not much else I can do. The best solution would be to go to the person with the same quirk.”

He’s right. He’s absolutely right, but you don’t want to rely on someone like that man especially now. What if he ended up hurting her?

“I don’t want to do that.”

“I know you don’t, but he’s been trying to contact you, right? So I'm sure he'd do it if you asked.”

“Yeah…” You growled. “I swear if he makes one smart-ass remark, I might kill him in front of her.”

“Remember it’s not for you. Although, I don’t think you could kill him even if you tried.”

“If we combined our strength…”

“No,” Tokoyami immediately shot down.

You sighed. “I’m only joking. Do you have the number to the agency still?”

Now you’re here, watching the very man who abandoned you kneel down to your daughter’s eye level. Hawks couldn’t believe he’s actually seeing her. It’s a bit exciting to see how much bigger she’s gotten in such a short time with big fat wings at her back holding way more feathers than she can probably deal with.

“So, this is the special girl,” he says. She shies away from him, hiding behind your leg for protection. “Come on out, Baby Bird, you don’t have to be scared of me.”

Slowly, she peeks from behind you, fingers still clutched in your pants leg, and Hawks smiles.

“There you are. Did your mommy tell you who I am?”

“You’re her and uncle Toko’s old teacher, and you’re going to help me control my quirk.”

“That’s right. You just turned five, right? That’s when a lot of quirks can get kind of hectic.”

“Yeah. I had a birthday party with Elsa last month.”

Hawks’ smile falters for a second as he thinks he doesn’t know exactly what day her birthday is. At least now he knows the month. Quickly, he’s back to normal to keep an air of happiness in the situation. “You know I know a lady that looks a bit like Elsa. She has ice powers like her too,” Hawks says, having grown a little closer to the number one hero's family as he tried to figure out what to do about his own family situation.

When her eyes widen, Hawks knows he has her hook, line, and sinker. She throws her initial shyness to the wind in exchange for excitement. “She does? Can I meet her?”

“I’m sure we could make that happen. If not, her son has an ice quirk, too. I’m sure he’d show you.”

The young girl smiles at him, but Hawks notices her vision drifting to something else. Cautiously, her tiny hand stretches out to him, making him nervous as to what she’s doing, before chubby fingers clutch around the edge of his wing, squeezing into his feathers. “They’re pretty,” she mumbles.

“Want one?” he asks, and she nods.

“This is my birthday present for you, don’t lose it,” he says, offering her a single long feather from the back of his wings. She clutches it to her chest tightly, a happy smile plastered on her face.

Then, you interrupt.

“Baby, mama has to run some errands, but she’ll come right back to pick you up when the clock says twelve. You remember how that looks like, right?”

“It’s a 1 and a 2,” she says, bringing up her hands to show you.

Hawks decides to walk you out as your daughter sits in his office chair, twirling around his feather in her hand. He isn’t sure what to say to you now that he has you near him. Should he thank you for bringing her? Or would that only serve to piss you off since it’s not like you wanted to do this by choice?

“Hawks,” you say, bringing him out his thoughts. “There’s one more thing before I go.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t tell her,” you order. “Don’t you dare tell her.”

His chest squeezes at that but he can understand why you wouldn’t want her to know that information when the two of you aren’t even on speaking terms outside this issue. He didn’t want to do anything to make the situation worse either, so he brings his fingers to his mouth and zips his pinched thumb and index finger across his lips. “I’ll make sure mine and anyone else’s lips are sealed if they want to keep their job,” he calmly reassures you, always calm and carefree so you wouldn’t think that your rejection is successfully deterring him.

From then on, you drop your daughter off at his office twice a week to get a better handle on her powers. You didn’t stay long aside from that, but Hawks likes the small moments when all three of you are in the same room together.

The hero can be thankful that at least one of his girls likes him. His Baby Bird quickly attached herself to him, always pattering after his footsteps like a shadow, and always asking if he’d hold her hand, a smile forming whenever he engulfed her smaller one. He even keeps his promise to let her see Rei, or Elsa as Baby Bird so passionately refers to her, now that the woman is out of the hospital.

He thinks that if that family can recover from what happened then his shouldn’t be much different as long as he keeps trying to put in the effort and not step on your toes too much.

It isn’t long before Baby Bird begins to get a hang of her powers. At least enough that she wouldn’t be hurting anyone at school. Hawks had hoped you would still allow him to train her past that point though, but you quickly told him that she wouldn’t be returning to the agency when she reached that point.

He was sad to hear it of course, but he didn’t want to cause what little progress he made to be broken even if he really wanted to see her fly at least a few inches before she left. She’s been getting into the habit of jumping instead of walking to practice like he used to do. Although, she resembles more of a bouncy frog than a bird, to be honest.

He watches, amused, as she bounces along next to him in the hallway.

“You’ve gotten good at that,” he compliments, drawing her attention upwards.

“I’ve been practicing lots at home, but I’m not that good yet. Will you teach me how to fly like you do tomorrow?” she asks.

“No, Baby Bird. Didn’t your mommy tell you that we’re done with training after today?”

She hangs her head down, her bouncing stopping as she drags her feet. “…Yes,” she answers, letting his arm go lax as she releases his hand. Hawks pauses, watching as she draws her hands to her waist and anxiously bunches and twists the bottom of her shirt, and Hawks throat goes dry as she asks with glossy eyes, “Daddy, why doesn’t mommy like you?”

He’s completely silent, wondering exactly when she figured it out or if someone in the office had told her, let alone told her the fact that you didn’t like him. Well, he guesses it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. “How do you know to call me that?"

“Yesterday, my teacher told us that we inhe-inhe-inherent our quirk from our parents. I remember you said Elsa and her son had the same quirk, and you have big wings like mine and can make your feathers move.”

Hawks smiles. She’s a sharp one to piece it together in a day. “Your teacher is right. I bet you’ve never seen anyone else that looks quite like us.”

“No,” she answers, sniffling. “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay and play with you. Mommy is so mean to you. I hate her!”

Hawks cups her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look at me. Don’t talk about your mommy like that. It’s my fault she always gets upset when I’m around. I was mean and bullied her a lot, so if you’re mad, be mad at me. I’m the reason we can’t play together more.”

She sniffs again but it isn’t enough to stop the globs of tears running down her cheeks. “When we saw you at the park, mommy started crying when we went home. I didn’t know why she did.”

Hawks knows why. The reason you’re always so angry at him is because of the hurt you still hold inside for what he did to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have cried. The opposite of love is indifference as they say, and he knows it’s true because he had been indifferent to the pain he caused ever since the day you came to him with weepy eyes and shaking arms as you told him you were pregnant. You had been scared, and he told you to deal with it.

Hawks scowls. He’s starting to feel sick.

"If you make someone cry, you should say sorry."

Hawks smiles. “I know, baby. I'll apologize to your mama, and I’m going to try my best to make it up to her, and you, too. I’m not going to make either of you cry anymore. Then, when she forgives me, we’ll play together again.”

She looks to him, a small glimmer of hope. “You promise?”

Hawks chuckles and grins at her, the same charming expression that made you fall for him in the first place. He holds out his hand. “Even better. I pinky promise,” he says and confidently hooks her finger with his. “Repeat after me: birds of a feather stick together.”

“Birds of a feather stick together.”

“That’s my girl,” he praises before dropping her hand to pet her head. “I think we might have a little time for me to teach you something before your mommy gets here.”

At the end of the day, Hawks is already waiting for you at the front steps of the agency as your call pulls into parallel park at the sidewalk. You step out and walk towards the steps, but your daughter meets you halfway by hopping over them, her wings flapping to hover before she falls back down onto her feet.

You smile at her. You can’t believe she’s actually flying, at least a little that is, but your surprise is ruined when she cheers. “Mommy, look at what daddy taught me,” she says, bouncing to show you her new hovering skills. “Are you looking? Are you looking?”

“Yes, I’m looking. You’re so good at that. You need to show me more when we get home,” you say but to be honest it’s the last thing on your mind as you glance over to Hawks. “Baby, why don’t you go sit in the car, and I’ll be right there.”

Hawks watches as she obediently follows your instructions, turning her back and happily hopping towards the vehicle.

“(Name), I-” Hawks says, unsure what to expect when your angry glare turns back on him. It isn’t until his yellow visors are already clicking against the pavement that he realizes you hit him. He hisses at the sting on his cheek. “That actually kind of hurt. I guess I had it coming, but I’m not really sure what I did at least recently,” he tries to play off, but you aren’t having it.

“You told her, you told her,” you keep repeating, and he’s backing away in case you decide to strike him again. “Are you trying to get her on your side?”

“Not in the way you’re thinking, and I didn’t tell her,” Hawks explains. “She pieced it together on her own. She’s sharper than you think, she can see that we look alike when she looks in a mirror, and she knows how quirks work. That’s more than enough for her to tell.”

His explanation is enough for you to halt in your assault, and you angrily huff under your breath. You don’t shift to leave, and there’s no door for you to slam away. He finally has you available. “So, what do you want to do now?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she knows; and honestly, I’m glad she does,” he confesses. “I wouldn’t mind seeing her again if you’d let me.”

Hawks swallows his anxiety as he waits for you to answer. Your eyes shift from him back to where she sits in your car, fiddling with the toys obviously left to clutter in the back before you look back at him, thinking.

“She does seem to like you…for some reason,” you add distastefully, but you know full well how happy training makes her. How her little smile beamed when she fluttered over those steps. How the word daddy came from her so sweetly. “She always likes talking about you after she spends the day here. You make her happy. But that’ll just make it harder for her when you leave ag-“

“I won’t,” he cuts off.

“How do I know that?”

“You don’t but I promise not again. (Name), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for telling you to go away like a burden and for not being there. You must’ve been scared, but I won’t leave either of you alone from now on even if you don’t want me there. I’ll be there if you need me.”

“Drop it. I’m not a part of this,” you tell him.

He knows that you’re rejecting his apology, but his ears can pick up what others can’t. He can hear those soft inflections in your voice right before you harden it into aggression, the slight stutter that you so cleverly thought you hid from him as you nearly fumbled your words, a little glimpse of a teenage girl with a crush on her sensei. “Not yet but do know I plan on trying until I make you fall for me all over again. I miss your cute little face when I'd smile at you.”

You glare. “Say that again, and I will smack you in your "cute little" face.”

"You already did that, but if it makes you feel better go ahead, I can take it if it helps you forgive me.”

He just didn’t expect you to actually take him up on the offer. This time, it’s the other cheek that burns.

“You’re right. That did make me feel better,” you say, smirking as you shake the sting from your hand. Hawks grunts, rubbing his jaw as you begin to walk towards your car. He bends down to pick up his shades before following close behind. You open the driver’s door, and say, “I expect you to pick her up at 9 tomorrow. If you’re late, don’t bother showing up ever again.”

Hawks smirks. You certainly became aggressive these past few years, but he thinks he kind of likes it. As you get in your car, he notices Baby Bird smiling at him from the window, her hand up and clutched around that birthday feather he gifted to her as she waves him off.

He’ll definitely be there on time.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x y/n #bnha hawks

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