#i can eat icecream at midnight if i want to

[panicbroadcast]

brb sneaking to the kitchen to get a cornetto at half past midnight

[chrissturniolospepsi]

mcflurry || chris sturniolo x reader

hi all! this fanfic includes : fluff, light makeout sesh, teasing, but overall just fluffy marshmallow sunshine cutieness from chris! || pronouns used are she/her/hers. || happy reading!! || 🤗🤍

as you lay awake, staring at the ceiling, you suddenly get the crave for a mcdonalds mcflurry. being on your period gives you the deepest cravings.

“chrisssss!” you shout across the house. definitely startling matt and nick as well. as you walk out of your shared bedroom, you see chris rush up the stairs.

“what y/n?? what happened??” he says, clearly panicked. you giggle at the sight of him. “i want a mcflurry.. can we go to mcdonalds please??” you beg.

“y/n. its almost midnight.” “sooo? its open 24/7. plus, its only a 10 minute walk.” you say, putting a hand on your hip sassily.

“fine, princess. lets go. get your shoes on.” “thank you babyy!” you plant a kiss on his lips before going to get your shoes.

-10 min time skip-

after finally getting your oreo mcflurry, you and chris sit on one of the benches outside. chris takes this as an opportunity to scare you. “what if someone pops out right now, y/n? you dragged me out to mcdonalds at midnight.”

“oh boohoo handsome. you got your icecream, now eat it before it melts.” you say, putting chris back into his place but also hiding your sudden fear that it is really late at night.

chris sticks his finger in his mcflurry and wipes it on your lips, then kissing it off. “chris! what was that forrr!” you whine, suddenly turning a dark shade of pink and red.

he then grabs your face and kisses you more, leading to a makeout session.

after you guys are flustered and done with your horny antics, you walk back home with your hand in chris’ hand.

|| A/N : give me critiques and help guys! i really need some help with my writing, and my ideas! thank you for reading my fic, i love you all so so much! 🤗🤍 ||

[betabravo]

Snippet: Homeroom Miruko x Red Flag (Deus MHA AU) Part 6

(UA Staff chatroom)

Caerbannog: @Everybody Bakugou Katsuki should NOT be allowed to enroll into any hero school. Ever.

RatOverlord: So he isn’t secretly good at manipulating the staff into giving him glowing reviews?

NightOwl: Nezu, don’t scare away our new staff before the school year has started.

NightOwl: Miruko, deets. Now.

Momnight: Hey that’s my line! Where did you learn to talk like that?

NightOwl: You, Midnight.

Momnight: Understandable, please continue.

Caerbannog: Well, the tldr version is that I was walking towards the school, chilling while eating my icecream, when I just hear an explosion and see a blackened notebook fly out the window.

Caerbannog: And lo and behold, I hear a kid ranting about a quirkless kid for even daring to apply to UA like him. (No prizes for guessing who the 2 kids in question are.)

NightOwl: Sounds like a problem child already.

Caerbannog: And I hear the most fucked up thing from the Katsuki kid. And this is a quote that I’m typing with such anger that I’m surprised the phone screen isn’t cracked.

RatOverlord: You can thank Power Loader for the modifications to our hardware and software, but please continue.

Caerbannog: “If you want a Quirk so badly, I got an idea. Just dive off the roof and pray for a Quirk in your next life.”

Caerbannog: He’s basically everything the Table hates with a passion. Not sure if I dislike Endeavor or this bully more.

RatOverlord: … All who agree to help perform an unpleasantness, say aye.

NightOwl: Aye, I’ll help Miruko gather info about him and the school.

Momnight: Aye, need help to detain (read: abduct) someone, u know how to reach me.

Alucard: Aye, I’ll check online for others in the area with weak or villainous Quirks that have faced discrimination from him or the school.

Bunshin: Aye.

KingBumi: Aye.

Exosuit: Aye, I’ll hack their servers n see what dirt I can dig up.

Macarena: Aye, I’ll keep an ear out during my radio show for such stories that’re submitted, get the word out.

Mercy: Aye.

SPACE!: Aye.

BigGoodDoggo: @RatOverlord If they get in, I want Midoriya to have a session with me. Preferably immediately after orientation. Please let your class attend @NightOwl, at least let them know I’m here before giving the kid (and any others like him) trauma. Also aye.

ShokuKing: Aye, I’ll make bento boxes for all your stakeouts. Miruko gets extra carrot soup and Eraser gets stronger coffee.

NightOwl: There’s stronger coffee? And no one told me!?

Cowboy: Can’t I just shoot him? Aye.

RatOverlord: @BigGoodDoggo Granted. @NightOwl Consider this an order, attend orientation with your FULL class of 20 students. Your expulsion scare can come after. @Cowboy Snipe, no.

Cowboy: Snipe, YES!

RatOverlord: At least let me make a plan to hide our involvement first.

Caerbannog:…

NightOwl: And we’ve scared her off. Great.

Caerbannog: You guys are the BEST! Where have yall been all my life!? I’m so in!

NightOwl: Nevermind, this is worse.

onePUNCH!: What is going on with this chat group.

Mercy: Word of advice All Might. If you can't beat them, join them.

Mercy: Welcome to hell, fellow demon. We like to have fun here.

///

First/Last/Next

And here's part 6, in a chat fic format. And now Deus's Red Flag AU has the original idea where Katsuki's red flags are shown and the consequences that occur.

I had fun thinking about the nicknames everyone can use in the chat.

I'm up for suggestions for how the other teachers can help bring Katsuki and Aldera down.

[solkimcowell]

Indigo Cheese Melt

Wrangle Hall is haunted at night. Or, not haunted, but close to it — half drunk ghosts wandering up and down, first year banshees gripping scuffed heels in one hand and gently smoking joints in the other. I didn’t work my ass off to get here just to throw it away on late nights and socials, but my roommate — her name is Cherry, after the icecream flavour from Baskin Robbins, and emphatically not the one from Ben & Jerry’s — seems to think it’s a great idea to spend all her time with her new boyfriend, which results in me being exiled more than I’d like.

I’ve told her about a million and one times that he’s only in it because he’s got a terminal case of yellow fever, but I think she’s still flying high on the thrill of being wanted. I’m just waiting for her to be replaced by a fresher with double lids so I can perform the ritual of talking her out of plastic surgery yet again.

Until then, I’m forced to stalk the hallways on my own. It’s fine, I was planning on an all-nighter anyway; essays don’t write themselves, but now I’ll be forced to do it sitting in the kitchen instead of the comfort of my own room. Which is okay. It really, really is.

I shoulder the door to the kitchen open roughly, headphones pumping Placebo into my ears, and am immediately greeted by a crowd of people bustling their way out. High, horselike laughter from a white guy with awful teeth pierces my skull and I plaster myself against the wall, because this is exactly why it’s not okay. But Cherry’s been tolerable, so I need to tolerate. An anorexic elbow knocks my binder free from my clawed grip and suddenly my notes are everywhere, all over the floor. Of course, the ghosts barely acknowledge that — they seldom have time for the living — and are swept away by the midnight airs, so I stumble to my knees and start to clean up.

“Need help with that?”

God, I jump about twenty feet into the air. I thought the kitchen was empty, but judging by the blue smile of the girl perched on the counter, I was sorely mistaken. Literally blue, as well; she’s eating some sort of sandwich that’s staining her fingertips purple, like bruises. Even if she’s trying to be nice, which the ghosts never are, I don’t want purple notes, so I do this twitchy motion that usually gets people to shut up.

It doesn’t work. She hops off the counter and shuffles over, squatting in front of me with one wrinkled boot cleanly situated on top of one of my pages.

“Never seen you around before,” she says, clearly prompting. When I don’t respond, she holds out one purpled hand and smiles wider. She introduces herself, but ghosts don’t have names, so I don’t bother paying attention.

I forgo the handshake. “I’ve got a paper due on Monday, so if you could…”

Up close, she’s got very pale blue eyes. I thought they were grey, from a distance, but I realise now that they’re more like a pair of mackerel sky marbles. Her pupils are big and dark, a stark contrast to her stringy white blonde hair, which seems to be her natural colour given that her eyebrows are nonexistent. She kind of reminds me of my pet cat back home, the way her eyes blow big and wide when she’s in hunting mode.

“Yeah, sure, dude.” Her teeth are pointy, little needles. She takes another bite of her weird purple sandwich and gets up. “You won’t even notice I’m here.”

Talking is tiring, so I just finish collecting the scattered sheets of paper and make my way to the corner seat, which is the only place I feel sane in this hellscape. My back has to be against a wall, preferably two, or I can’t concentrate because I’m too busy glancing over my shoulder. It very quickly becomes apparent that this girl is incapable of being quiet, but not because she’s making any noise in particular; no, her presence is insufferably loud. Cherry would have pulled some four letter acronym out of her ass — some MBTI drivel — if she were here. But she’s not.

I can’t stop noticing this girl — this ghost, and it’s severely interfering with the sanctity of my workflow. I don’t care about the ghosts. That’s why they’re ghosts to begin with. And I don’t care about her, but I don’t… not care. I’m not apathetic, is what I mean, and that’s already a step too far.

It’s then that the toaster pings. Shattered focus. I can’t do this, not here, not with her taking up all this space, not with this infernal toaster—

“Want one?”

A deep sigh. I shut my laptop with the restrained force of my very pent up frustration, and find myself turning to the girl and pushing my glasses up my nose reflexively. Nervous habit, my mother says, inherited from my dad. I don’t know why I’m thinking about that right now.

Nevertheless, I peer over at the freshly made sandwich in her hand. It’s messy, purple-blue goop dripping onto her hand, and the distinct pungency of mature cheddar radiates from it like a warning. Ordinarily, I would have declined. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have deigned to acknowledge her presence to begin with. This is not an ordinary night.

“What… is it?” I venture tentatively, clearing my throat awkwardly when my voice comes out hoarse. This seems to be the right thing to say, however, because she responds with a grin and slides into the seat next to me, her former perch on the counter abandoned.

“So glad you asked! It’s an Indigo Cheese Melt.” She says it like a proper noun, like it’s a landmark or the name of a person or an indie band. Indigo Cheese Melt, The Band! Her response doesn’t really answer my question.

“Okay. Okay,” I sigh again, just as deeply. And then, steeling myself, I say, “Hand it over.”

I’m expecting her to give me the new one, hot from the toaster, but she passes over the one she’s been munching on since before I entered the kitchen. Or, not really — she just holds it out in my direction, as if I’m going to eat out of her hand like an animal. And, really, this night is already so many things that I do not do, ever, but for some reason I can’t bring myself to stop.

I don’t do mystery food. Every time I go to a restaurant, I order the same thing. Every time I cook a meal, I have to measure out the ingredients with teaspoons or I’ll go crazy. I don’t share food, not even with Cherry. I can’t bring myself to share a straw, let alone a whole sandwich, with my own family. And I absolutely do not ever get this close to the ghosts.

Somehow, I find myself leaning forward and taking a bite.

Immediately, flavour bursts on my tongue. The goop is some kind of sweet and sour jam, I realise, and it has such a strong taste that it really doesn’t have any business being anywhere near something as powerful as cheddar. I don’t have words to describe how it tastes, though — in all the millions of years of humanity, this girl has created a completely new flavour. I didn’t think it was possible. I mean, look how batshit crazy the western culinary world went when they discovered that umami was a thing. I think this would break Gordon Ramsay’s mind like an eldritch horror in an H. P. Lovecraft book.

The filling oozes out between her fingers. It should be disgusting, but it’s not — in fact, some weird part of me is tempted to lick it off her hand. I don’t, of course, because I may be making some exceptions tonight, but I’m not insane.

Then, quietly, like a whisper: “Good?”

Suddenly, a thought comes to me unbidden. I wish I were having this strange, inexplicable moment with someone else. I wish I weren’t eating this enigma of a sandwich with a stranger whose name I don’t even know. Most of all, I wish Cherry’s asshole boyfriend would leave so I could go back upstairs and—

Too far. I shove my glasses up against my nose again, partly because they’re slipping and partly because I can feel myself shaking a little, the way I usually do before I start to cry. Usually, I don’t care what the ghosts witness, because they don’t care.  Another thought comes to me: I don’t want her to see me cry.

I stand abruptly, gathering my things. She’s a little confused, but I’m too in my head to hear much apart from her asking if I’m okay, and that withered lonely soul within me for once doesn’t cry out in protest when I pull away. Everything’s blurry, after that: me mumbling something dismissive, me shoving everything back into my binder out of order, me fumbling with my laptop until it fits inside my too full backpack.

As I stumble out of the kitchen, heavy door swinging, I find myself wishing I had bothered paying attention to her name. Cherry’s not in our room when I get back, but her things lie strewn across both of our beds. The space is lived in — no, I’m lived in. I try to hate that she lives in me. The next day, after I’ve lulled myself to sleep on pills, I open my binder and see a crisp footprint on the first page — the only proof that anything happened that night at all.

[ Published in Powders Press, January 2023 ]

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

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Or: Luke is a new puppy owner and Ashton helps him get a handle on things.

your arms around me feel like home (i’m homesick) (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) ot4 T, 5k

Summary: Calum wants a hug. Too bad none of his boyfriends are home to give him one.

[midnightdevotion]

Party of Three

Request: Reader is maverick's sister and is dating iceman, finds out she's pregnant.

@sebastianstangirl01

Pairing: Iceman x Reader (afab)

Tag list is open!

Requests are open!

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, one punch. ( i did not proof read, bc it's midnight )

a/n: In true gen-z fashion I cannot write a fic without the use of cell phones so, were going with it. Everything else is pretty cannon i think.

You've been feeling off for almost three weeks before you realize you haven't had your period for 2 months. Your heart hasn't stopped racing since you came the realization of what that probably means.

Rushing to the store at a prompt 8:46 this morning to get pregnancy tests. You haven't been able to work up the nerve to actually take said tests. Anxiously biting your lips, even though they are already tender and you taste the tang of blood.

Sighing you look at the clock, and seeing it is 4:00 and you've wasted the entire day looking at the damn tests on your coffee table you stand. Finally grabbing the box you march to the bathroom in what you hope is confidence but you know is really just fear and mental exhaustion.

You've spent all day running through every possible situation that could come from this. No matter what your older brother is going to be pissed. You groan as you think about what he's going to say to you. Not ready for the onslaught of being told you are irresponsible and how could you be so reckless.

Opening the boxes to gather the tests out you have shaky hands and almost drop the pregnancy tests. It takes another ten minutes to actually build up the courage to sit down to take the tests.

Within a minute you have three tests sitting on the counter. You turn on your phone timer to 5 minutes, and god you'd rather plank for five minutes straight than wait for this. You sit on the ground, back to the cabinets that are holding your entire future on top of it.

Your leg is shaking as you anxiously wait for the results. Glancing down at your phone every 3 seconds feeling like it's been 30. When the timer finally does go off, you've never stood up so fast. Legs feeling like jello, and your palms are sweaty.

Swallowing hard you pick up the first test. Looking down to see a plus sign your heart stops. Quickly glancing at the other two you see they are also plus signs.

You can't take it anymore and your nerves are shot. Rushing to the toilet you let out all the contents from the sandwich you forced yourself to eat earlier.

Hearing your phone buzz on the counter you stand, leaning against the counter as you read the message.

My love: Hey sweetheart, we're all gonna go to the bar tonight, want me to swing by and pick you up.

It takes you a solid two minutes to come up with a halfway decent reply, hoping it sounds like you in any way.

You: I'm actually not feeling too hot, just a headache so don't worry about me go have fun :)

It doesn't take him more than 10 seconds to call.

"Do you need anything?" He doesn't even bother with a hello when he hears you pick up the phone. You try to control the shaky in your voice when you answer.

"No-no that's okay, I'm just gonna take some tylenol and try and sleep." You can picture him furrowing his brow, because usually you love cuddles when you aren't feeling well and you never say no to take out and icecream when you have a headache either.

"Babe are you sure? I can go to your favorite Chinese food and grab some ben and jerry's?"

"yea I'm sure, I just really feel tired, So go enjoy your time with the boys" You feel so bad lying to him, knowing he's got that confused look in his eyes and he's probably running a hand through his blond hair. Almost like if he does it enough he will solve whatever problem is wracking his brain.

"alright... but you'll call if you need anything right?" You hate yourself for the sad tone to his voice.

"Of course babe" you cringe because you know this whole conversation is a train wreck attempt at acting normal. You quickly say your goodbyes and love you's before hanging up. You call the only other person you know you can trust with this.

"Mav... I need you"

And thank god for Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, because he's outside of your place in less than 30 minutes. You do feel bad because he picks up your favorite Chinese food on his way over. An offer you just ignored from the man you swear is the love of your life.

"Oh mini Mitchell, what's got you all out of wack" is the first thing your brother says to you. The look on your face must say it all, because he is wrapping you in a hug without you even saying a word.

You called Mav for a reason, knowing he would give you the time you needed to get whatever is on your mind sorted before speaking. He's making idle chit chat about his day, knowing both of you aren't here to hear or talk about Mav and his dare devil ways. However, he does know that you aren't ready to tell him why you called him over so he's dishing out the food and distracting his sister the best way he knows how.

It takes two and a half hours before you blurt out your thoughts. Anxiety running rampant in your mind and seeping into your tone.

"Mav...I'm Pregnant" It can't be more than a whisper but you know he hears you because he freezes mid reach for popcorn. It feels like a lifetime could go by in the time you are waiting for maverick to reply. "mav... please say something" You're desperate, needing to know that maverick will support you in this.

"I don't know what to say" You can tell his answer is honest, and you can't really fault him for being shocked and stumped for words, because if you're being honest so are you.

"Please just be here for me...I can't do this on my own"

"you will never do anything alone" his blue eyes pierce into you as he says this, and you are so thankful to have a brother as loyal as maverick.

With the small weight of maverick knowing and knowing you won't be in this alone, no matter what Tom says, you feel like you can breathe slightly lighter now. Your brother is a man of few words in this moment though, and you let him, because you don't really have anything else to add either.

He reaches over and hugs you, and it's then you feel the exhaustion of such an emotionally grueling day hit you. You don't have it in you to stay up to face Tom when he gets home, knowing he prefers to sleep here instead of on base on weekends.

______

Maverick might not have said it to you, but boy oh boy was he pissed. First Kazansky had the nerve to date his little sister, now he's gotten you pregnant?!

After he made sure you had everything you needed and went to bed, he headed directly to the bar he was counting on Iceman being at. He keeps rehearing the phrase "I can't do this on my own" in your scared voice bounce around his head. Clenching his jaw, rage runs through him at the thought of Tom thinking he could just get you pregnant and leave you out to dry.

He whips his bike into a parking stall, seeing none other than Ice's car parked in the third stall over. He's seeing nothing but red as he makes his way into the crowded bar. Eyes searching for one person only.

Goose see's maverick walk in, brow furrowing as the brunette brushes right past him, anger radiating off of him in thick waves.

"KAZANSKY" is shouted as soon as Maverick lands eyes on him. It takes not two seconds for him to be within grasp and Maverick doesn't hesitate to send a brutal punch to the blond pilots eye.

"Maverick what the hell!" Tom reaches for his eye, confused as to why he's standing in searing pain when sure he and Mav have always had somewhat of a turbulent friendship but things had been sailing smoothly for a while now, since he started dating you.

"DON'T WHAT THE HELL ME, YOU THINK YOU CAN GET MY SISTER PREGNANT AND BAIL AND I WONT KICK YOUR ASS" and has never been more confused because... well what the fuck?

"Maverick what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't fucking play dumb with me!" and goose the level headed one-- an odd thing to say about the usual goofball, steps between the two.

"Mav... can you explain what's going on" and if it were anyone other than goose who was asking they probably would have been punched too.

"This fucking asshole got my little sister pregnant, now she's sitting at home terrified because he left her to do it alone!" and goose has to physically hold maverick to keep him for going in for another strike.

"She's pregnant?" and it's like a bucket of ice cold water gets dumped over the trio. Tom's head is spinning. Why didn't you tell him? He's gonna be a dad? Wait why did you think you were going to do it alone? Man his eye still hurts.

Maverick has immediate guilt wash over him, he didn't know you hadn't told tom yet, and maybe he shouldn't have punched the guy and caused and scene out in public before he knew the whole story. Maverick has always been an act first think later sort of person and usually it works out, but this time his gut is telling him he's not gonna be so lucky.

"You-you didn't know" and it's not a question, it's a statement. Iceman just shakes his head, shouldering his way out of the bar. Easy to ignore the throbbing of his eye when his heart feels like it might shatter.

_____

You wake up the next morning feeling slightly better about the situation than you did yesterday. Finding it weird when you don't see tom in bed next to you. Yawning you figure maybe he got too tipsy at the bar last night and had to get a ride with someone else, leading him to stay on base.

You slowly make your way into the living room, scanning the mess on the coffee table from your's and Mavericks movie escapades. Telling yourself you'll clean that up later you walk into the kitchen. Gasping at what you see, or rather who you see at the kitchen island.

"Honey what happened to your face!" you reach out to touch his cheek and feel a stinging in your chest when he moves away.

"Were you going to tell me" Your heart freezes at his words.

"t-tell you what" and you hate the stutter to your voice, feeling like you might explode from fear.

"You know what" is his cold reply.

"How did you find out" your voice is so quiet, and you can feel a tear leave the corner of your eye. He won't even look at you. This is exactly what you were afraid of, you two had never talked about kids, and god if he were anything like your brother then he didn't want them.

"Your brother told me, gave me this shiner too" and there's such a dead tone to his voice that it has you scared. He never sounds this monotone to you, so much like he just doesn't care.

"I-I...." and your voice catches on sobs in your throat.

"I'm sorry" it finally makes it's way out of your mouth, combined with an ugly sob. He finally looks up at you, and you see his swollen eye for all it's glory.

"For what exactly, sending your brother after me or--" and you cut him off.

"for getting pregnant... I know you don't want this, so it's okay if you go..." and you are whispering, any louder and you might break in half. You can't bear the thought of losing the one man you've ever really loved, but you don't want him to feel trapped to you and this baby.

You see his brow furrow, and you think here we go, he's trying to figure out how to tell you he doesn't want you or this baby, and to leave him alone.

"what makes you think I don't want this" You don't even have to think about your response.

"because you're a pilot, you don't want to be held back"

"I am not Maverick." You glance up at him, to see him now standing in front of you, just out of arms reach.

"Darling, all I've ever wanted was a future with you, and here you are carrying ours and thinking I don't want it?" Your breath hitches at his words, speechless as he moves closer, resting his hand on your non existent bump.

"I'm gonna be a dad" it's nothing but a whisper and maybe you aren't even supposed to hear it, but it makes you cry harder. All the anxiety of him not wanting this washes away in an instant.

He looks up, quickly bringing his hands to your face, wiping your tears off your face as best he can with how quick they are leaving your eyes. Softly he places his lips against yours, it's every bit reassuring as any words he's going to say to you.

"Sweetheart, I hate that you didn't trust me to come to me with this, but I'm not going anywhere, You are carrying our baby and you're my future wife. There's nothing that could keep me away from you" It sends fresh tears down your cheeks and you can't help but laugh.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you first, and I'm so sorry maverick gave you that awful black eye. I was just- I was so scared that you wouldn't want us." He glances down at your stomach, full smile on his face.

"I'd take a black eye for you any day love, just give me a chance next time please?"

_____

You two spend the next three hours discussing plans, calling a doctor and him pulling you out of your anxious thoughts of 'will I be a good mom?'

"This little bean is going to make us a party of three tom!" You have anxiety pouring out of you.

"Can't wait to make it a party of four" comes his suggestive reply and wink. You throw a pillow at him.

"Can't you let me deal with this pregnancy first" you grumble, a happy smile on your face.

"Only if you let me marry you" and when you turn back around you see tom kneeling, ring out.

"this isn't really how i planned on doing this, but you're carrying my baby and I just don't want to wait any longer to have my ring on your finger" He lets out a nervous laugh, as you tear up again. If any one asks you're going to say it's pregnancy hormones.

"Oh my god yes!!" you can't help but to tackle the gorgeous aviator to the ground in excitement.

"we're waiting till after the baby though, no way I'm walking down the aisle with a baby belly" You add as an afterthought. Unable to stop yourself from joining Tom's laughter at your comment.

"God I can't wait for your baby belly... but whatever you want for our wedding honey" you both can't help but grin at those words. Our wedding.

Yeah maybe you had nothing to worry about in the first place but you'd live through it ten times over if it meant marrying the love of your life and having his kids.

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[hercoconuts]

28 Oct 2021

I was so close to not getting up at my alarm. When I woke up—like I always do—at 3am, I told myself to shut my alarm off and sleep in. So, I shut my alarm off. Then, I proceeded to wake up 20 minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off…at 6am. Did I go back to sleep? No, like the responsible idiot I am, I got up and took a shower, folded laundry, and left by 7:15am.

So there I am at the coffee shop waiting for my coffee and all I can think is what a great, productive person I am; And despite my yester-self ruining my mood by reading until nearly midnight, I managed to have an excellent interview with the lawyer at 10am after some climbing and preparation. Here is an unedited version of the notes I took during the phone call:

I am going to go over grammar and mistakes later.

Right after the interview I just wanted to not do anything. There is still so much I can do, but I really need to not burn myself out before midterms. I went to the grocery store and got some vegetables and figs. Had my first meal around noon while reading my book.

An hour after I finished eating I had a mad craving for icecream, so I went back to the grocery store, but they didn’t have the flavor I wanted (COFFEE). I hate chocolate icecream and vanilla makes me sick, so I bought some maple candies, a small container of medjool dates, and these cardamom cacao nibs (from Elements Truffles LLC). I ate the maple candies on the way back home, and when I got into my room I took the pits out of the dates and then rolled them in the cardamom cacao nibs. First of all, whattt theee fuuuckk!! Second of all, AHHHH!!?? DELICIOUS! Better than icecream!

The rest of the afternoon consisted of me being lazy af, cuddling with my cat:

And reading on my Libby app. I did go back and forth between YouTube Hasan Piker complications and Spotify podcasts, too. The difference in political commentary between Hasan and Matt Walsh always amuses me. That’s my duty, though, as someone majoring in Political Science, to listen to as many different viewpoints as possible.

Xx M

[wordsandshawn]

Midnight Drive

Here’s some fluff that has been sitting half-finished in my drafts for what feels like forever. I really like how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy!

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The kind of tired you’ve experienced over the last six months since the twins were born is the type of tired you had never experienced before in your life. It’s the type of tired you didn’t think it was possible to feel. Pulling all-nighters to study for exams or staying up all night because of jet lag doesn’t even come close to the kind of exhaustion you feel now. 

Shawn took the first few months off after the twins were born, but he went back on the road when the twins were three months old. You’ve spent time on and off with him on the road because you and Shawn agreed that you wanted to keep your family together as much as possible. 

However, after a month on the road with the twins, you and Shawn decided together that it would best for you to return home and for him to finish out the next couple of months on his own. Traveling with the twins was more difficult than either of you imagined or could have predicted and it was taking its toll on both you and Shawn. With his attention divided between being a husband and father, helping you with the kids and also being a performer and putting on a show every night, it was affecting his performance in both areas. 

So after a rough month of traveling that wasn’t good for anyone, you and the twins returned home to Toronto. Shawn has come back home as much as he possibly could in order to be with you and spend time with the babies, but it still feels like he’s rarely ever home. You have your family’s support and Shawn’s family’s as well, but everyone has their own lives and jobs, and you could never ask them to drop it all to help you with the babies. 

You and Shawn have discussed the possibility of hiring a nanny, but you haven’t found the right person yet, meaning it has mostly been you and your twins for the past few months with the occassional visits from family members, and Shawn’s short breaks at home. 

Its nearing one am, and both babies appear to be wide awake for a reason you can’t quite comprehend. Both have just eaten and had their diaper’s changed/ You’re exhausted, but the decision basically makes itself when neither baby appears to be going to sleep. You don’t want to wake up Shawn, since he just got home last night, and he has to be feeling pretty jetlagged and exhausted himself. Trying to keep them as quiet as possible, you strap both babies into their infant car seats, hushing them and quietly talking to them the entire time, hoping they’ll be tired enough to sleep soon. You’re almost out the door when Shawn comes padding down the stairs. He seems only half awake, but he must have woken up, noticed you weren’t in bed, and come searching for you. When he sees the babies in their carseats, he seems to be more alert. 

“What’s going on?” He questions, rubbing his eyes then yawning. 

“I’m taking them for a drive.” You respond. 

“Now?” He questions, his eyes widening.

You just shrug, this isn’t the first middle of the night excursion the three of you have been on and you’re nearly certain it won’t be the last. Shawn knows that you sometimes take the twins out for drives when they’re fussy or won’t go to sleep because it’s one of the only things that actually calms them both down and almost always puts them right to sleep. He just didn’t know so much that you do it in the middle of the night like this. 

“Yeah, they’re wide awake and I can’t get them both down at once. It’s easier to take a drive. I got it Shawn, go back to sleep.” You say, putting both carseats back on the ground before closing the space between you and Shawn to hug him briefly. 

He hugs you back, but when he lets go, he doesn’t turn to walk back upstairs like you expected. Instead, he grabs the carseats, “I’ll take them, you go back to sleep.” He says determined. 

“No, it’s okay, Shawn.” You try to argue. 

He pauses for a second, the two of you, both tired just standing there at the foot of the stairs. “We can both go?” He offers, adding, “I’ll drive.” 

The suggestion sounds nice, so you immediately agree. Five minutes later, Shawn is backing out of the garage, both babies safely strapped into their carseats, and you get comfortable in the passenger seat, admiring your husband and hoping the babies fall asleep soon. 

Shawn turns the radio down so only soft sounds are coming through the speakers. The predictable movement of the car serves to not only lull the babies to sleep, but you find yourself dozing off as well. 

You’re not sure how much time passes, but you open your eyes with the intention of checking on the babies and telling Shawn its time to head back home, when you notice Shawn turning into a parking lot of a fast food restaurant. 

“What are you doing?” You question. 

He startles a bit, not realizing you had woken up, before saying, “I thought you were sleeping.” He pulls the car into the drive-thru lane that has only one car in it. You can only assume it is full of drunk and/or high college kids since the University isn’t far from here. You remember when that was you and your friends, but it feels like a lifetime ago now. 

“Remember when I first got my license.” Shawn reminisces. 

A smile crosses your face remembering being sixteen, but it turns into a frown. “And then you left for LA the next day.” You respond. 

Shawn smiles, shaking his head a bit. “Yeah, but when I got back. Do you remember that?” He persists, trying to jog your memory, to see if you still remember.

You can’t stop the smile that crosses your face. Of course you remember. “I don’t think my parents know about that to this day,” You shake your head at the thought of being a teenager and Shawn showing up at your house in the middle of the night because his flight got back late, after your curfew on a school night, so you weren’t supposed to see him until the next day.

It wsa close to one am when Shawn texted you saying he was outside, and he just really wanted to see you. Practically giddy with anticipation of finally getting to see your boyfriend again after two weeks, which felt like a lifetime back then, you snuck out, got into Shawn’s brand new jeep, and he took you through a drive-thru where he bought you french fries and ice cream. 

The car in front of you moves forward, and you glance into the backseat to see your twins both fast asleep. Shawn rolls down his window and orders a large fries and two ice cream cones. He asks for an extra cup on the side knowing about your strange way of eating ice cream, and then he turns to you, asking, “Do you want anything else?” 

You shake your head and he turns back to the screen, “That’s it. Thank you.” He tells the cashier. She lets him know the total, and he starts driving forward, pulling his wallet from his pocket. 

After Shawn pulls out of the drive thru, the bag with the fries in the console between you two, and you holding the two icecream cones, he parks the car in the parking lot on the side of the building. Both you and Shawn know that you could easily go back to the home you now share, with no threat of waiting parents to bust you for breaking curfew or to tell Shawn to go home, but instead, the two of you sit in the car, your two babies fast asleep in the backseat, reliving what had become your tradition back in high school whenever Shawn returned home from a trip. 

Once you got older and had more freedom, you stopped sneaking out to see Shawn in the middle of the night. And for the past few years, you only had to roll over in bed to be closer to him. You don’t even remember the last time you did this. It was definitely long before the twins were born, maybe even before you got married. 

Shawn hands you a spoon from the bag with the fries and you take it, moving some of the ice cream from the cone into the cup and then eating from the cone. Shawn just shakes his head a bit at your weird habit, but he still smiles. You and Shawn eat the ice cream and fries, quietly talking so you won’t wake up the kids. So much has changed since the two of you used to do this together, but you’re still every bit as in love with Shawn now as you were back them when you’d risk being grounded for breaking curfew if it meant you got a few stolen moments together. 

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#5

Alaska cuddles stuff

Whenever they're on fire, or it's too hot, some states have absolutely tried to sneak in cuddles with Alaska.

Like one morning as he's getting breakfast he tries to go back to the garage and almost falls because there are Nevada and Oregon clutching onto his legs.

He's woken up to find California cuddling with him more then once.

He doesn't really mind it, for the most part. It's kinda amusing. Not that he'd ever admit it.

Also I looked up which states have the worst wildfires and Texas seems to be number two, right behind California every time

So like Alaska just waking up to Texas cuddling up to him, his skin just way too hot. He's too tired and sore to care about pride he just wants to be cool

40 notes • Posted 2021-05-12 21:45:23 GMT

#4

Ok but don't imagine Cali sitting in his room on his birthday, as the clock nears midnight. He's got a cupcake with a small candle in one hand, a lighter in the other, quietly trying to sing happy birthday to himself.

His voice is shaking, and his eyes burn, but there's still a few minutes left on the clock. Maybe the others didn't forget.

At 12:31 he finally puts the cupcake down.

He's to sick to his stomach to even eat it.

42 notes • Posted 2021-06-21 01:36:39 GMT

#3

Ok don't think about Cali flirting with Tex and then stealing his hat, plopping it on his head and running away with it

45 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 17:52:51 GMT

#2

How many times do you think DC has comforted a state that woke up screaming

48 notes • Posted 2021-06-29 07:26:51 GMT

#1

Gov headcannons

Gov as in he's different from DC here

I suddenly have a bunch of headcannons for the shady government boi and yes it has everything to do with an rp chat

Gov using double/triple positives when affirming something ("Yeah sure" "Cool ok yeah why not") except for when he's being cold with someone

Gov can somewhat dress down better then DC. Normally just to a suit vest, tie or no tie, dress shirt and slacks or that but no vest

Also OCD Gov, cause I wanna project

He'll get into a horrible routine of ignoring the OCD cause even though it hurts and it's horrible and he's so tired he's still free for a short bit before having of of those special breakdowns ocd gives ya and then doubling down on it for a few weeks before going back

Some of his routines include four taps on doorways with pointer and middle finger when entering/exiting, and with all the doorways in his first night staying at the place. Four cause it's the best number and three sucks ass. If there are extra doorways, it doesn't end squarely in sets of four, he'll give the extra taps to doorways that need more protection.

Bedtime routine must always be brush teeth, bathroom, turn on fan, turn on alarms and then fix anything that's out of place.

He got into the habit of shaking his head when too much intrusive thoughts appear to try and clear them

He used to have to control breathing, blinking, footsteps, and line of sight when it was really bad

On days where touch is bad cause that would mean alot of trying to make it even he just chills in his office with a baggy t-shirt and pajama pants

Gov having slicked back hair cause he's the greasy uncle who'd give a child alcohol. Or icecream for breakfast. An eel boi. He's got it cause non greasy gov has fluffy hair and cannot be taken seriously

When it's fluffy his fights/heated arguments kinda went like this-

Gov: You motherfuckers I'll burn you alive and feed your ashes to the birds-

DC, whispering: It's like being threatened by a cupcake-

Gov just losses all class when it comes to a pretty boy

Ok but like Gov and/or DC bonding with the District over the capitol invasion

232 notes • Posted 2021-05-11 07:55:02 GMT

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[watchmebackflip75]

Highlights of Midnight Sun

Sort of Spoilers,

Edward Cullen is still the biggest drama queen in literature. He beats Hamlet in indecision and woe. *TeamEdward #Trytherapy #YouarenotAlone #loadedgodcomplexcockitandpullit

And yes the leaked 8 chapters from twelve years ago didn’t change so yes you have already read half the book but the rest was worth the wait.

Rosalie: I was happily surprised to read that Edward did sit down and talk with his sister about joining his joy. Rosalie is the half of Edward that wants Bella human because they mourn their lost humanity. If I didn’t know better I swear they were related with their tempers: Edward is like Sapphire from Steven Universe: swarms of butterflies to panic him: Rosalie is like Ruby: It takes one butterfly to send her reeling.

I laughed so hard at:

*Edward standing in the middle of the road... for reasons*

*Rosalie’s BMW barely stops before him, he waves*

Rosalie: I’d run you over if I didn’t love my car more.

*Not the exact quote but just as funny

Added dialogue has Bella come off sweetier and nerdier; not unlike the fans who originally read her. From Edward’s perspective she shows way more emotion than in all the mediums in the last 15 years combined.

**Smeyer can’t write proper action scenes and she doesn’t even try. still disappointing.

**Bella running towards James= still stupid

Smeyer’s vampire coven is still an endearing clan of sprinkles& cookies over the blood drenched vampilla icecream.

Smeyer’s characters just drown in their indulgences like Orphan Annie’s trying candy for the first time and I still like those hopespots.

Edward’s pleasure in drinking Bella’s blood had me lit a cigarette cause damn Smeyer doesn’t understand human needs but she does does how to write vampire smut.

I’ve read better and worse vampire literature since and can happily and shamefully say Twilight still holds a special place in my heart.

The bad parts are worse in my adult perspective but I don’t defend or carry those. Seriously, I hate Breaking Dawn and all the movies.

But I personally remedied that years ago with my own fanfictions I never published and I don’t care, even now, to share. Maybe that’ll change...

*** For fans thirsty (wow, that word is strong in 2020) for more vampire reading I strongly suggest The Gilda Stories. It’s very well written and has vampires balance their joys and angsts in their supernatural world. Plus you see the main character, Gilda, go through decades of change, even a crazy disaster future. Oh, and Gilda is a Black Lesbian vampire so eat that up!

** Oh, the part where Edward has a big ol breakdown and prays reminded me of a desperate scene in The Vampire Lestat, by Anne Rice, more than Smeyer’s religious agenda. Other ppl may not feel that way and that’s for them.

Also, young Jacob Black is the sweetheart I remember him to be. Poor bastard. 

[strongsassysexysloane]

Take me for a Ride, Jack... 5

I don’t really care how bad this may be, im having too much fun writing it. 

. . . . 

It's mid morning when you regret not getting a coffee to go at the Diner but it seems Jack may be able to read your mind as she brings you a cup of coffee. Hopefully she hasn't been able to read any of your other thoughts.

"I was just thinking I needed one of these. Thank you." You smile at her sweetly, thankfully her body blocks the team from seeing your stupid grin.

Jack smile brightens. "You're welcome."

"Hey, what about us?" Nick whines from behind Jack causing her to turn and step aside so you can see everyone. Ellie has a big grin directed at you. McGee looked between you and Jack then went back to his work. Nick however is looking at Jack like a sad puppy who wants attention.

"Don't know your coffee order Nick." She gives him a one shoulder shrug sipping her coffee.

"It's called a phone, Jack."

"Oh yeah, forgot we all have one of those. I can't remember, when was the last time you got me a coffee?" You smirk at the sarcasm dripping from her tone. Both Ellie and McGee scoff as Jack has clearly got the upper hand over Nick.

"Last..." He scratches the back of his neck.

"Never." Jack raises her eyebrow and Nick slumps in his chair in defeat.

"Fine, when did Y/N last buy you a coffee then?" He turns his gaze to you and you sip your coffee innocently looking at your computer trying to not pay attention to them.

"She'd tried to this morning." And with that drop of too much information she exits stage left and you are left with curious eyes all on you again.

"Great." You mumble into your cup, suddenly the nice gesture of coffee isn't worth the questions that are about to start.

Thankfully Gibbs re-enters the bullpen and the questions on everyone's tongue disappear and they dive back into work.

It is around lunch time when McGee finds a lead, Petty Officer had a few recent callers from a different burner phone each month. Turns out his older brother owed some bad people some money and when he couldn't pay up he went to his family for money, parents cut him off a few months ago so he slunk to his good little brother for help. Petty Officer didn't have much but he gave his brother what he could but that stopped as well a month ago. Brother confessed to his debt, threats from the cartel boss about hurting his family and he guessed they went through with it after he couldn't find the cash.

The team stakeout the cartel hangouts over the next few days, finally when Friday rolls around you get audio of one of the higher members talking about whacking a petty officer and going after his mum next if the punk brother doesn't pay up. The team arrest him and the case is thankfully closed right in time for the weekend.

"Netflix and chill please and thank you." You sigh, collecting your things and turning off your desk lamp as everyone else packs up as well.

"Jack coming over?" Nick smirks.

"Wow, no." You laugh nervously, you hadn't even thought about asking her, should you? You'd talked a few times but it was mainly case related and you'd brought her coffee yesterday as pay back for her's the other day. "Sister is ordering pizza as we speak and I am picking up icecream on the way home. Much never sister bonding time." You all say your goodbyes and all head home.

The night relaxing, exactly what you needed after a stakeout and dealing with cartel men. Jamie has the pizza ready for when you get home and you shove the icecream in the freezer for later then get changed into comfy clothes. You watch one of your favourite movies and now you're half way through Jamie's favourite when you feel your phone vibrate.

'Sorry I missed you tonight, wanted to ask if you wanted to join me on a ride this weekend?' Sent by Jack. You grin from ear to ear.

"That message from Jack?" Jamie slips down into the couch beside you and bumps your elbow.

You shove her off, trying to hide your smile. "Maybe." Your fingers ghost over your mobile, trying to figure out how to reply.

"Love how your hesitate every time she texts you." Jamie laughs, sipping on her glass of wine and you just poke your tongue at her. "Child."

You don't reply to your sister. Instead turning your attention back to your phone. You take a bite of your pizza before replying.

'I would love to. When and Where?'

You place your phone beside you on the arm of the couch and pick up your wine glass, side eyeing your phone every few seconds waiting for the reply. It takes a few minutes and you get up to refill your glass of wine and finish your slice when your phone dings from the couch. You run to it as Jamie goes to take it. "Don't you dare!" You snatch it right before she can reach it.

"Just teasing. Someones fiesty."

You walk back into the kitchen with your phone and jump up onto the kitchen counter, your back facing the lounge room.

'How about Sunday? Any places you want to visit? I don't mind where we go.' You smile at her open to suggestion reply, clearly she was more interested in the company than the ride.

'Sunday works for me. Gives me Saturday to do all the fun chores that my sister always forgets to do. Did I mention I want to move out? You pick the destination as you're the one driving.' You slip off the counter, sipping your wine, you walk back to the couch.

"What you two talking about? I need some juicy love life gossip." Jamie giggled, looking from you to the tv.

Shrugging slightly. "We are making plans to go for a ride on Sunday." You look over at your sister who is waggling her eyebrows at you. "Shut up."

"Never. When will I get to meet her?"

"Hopefully not soon." You tease and Jamie just laughs.

"I'll be around on Sunday." She suggests and you just drop your head back onto the couch, just a tad dramatically.

"No. I'll be out the door before you know she's here." Leaning forward to sip your wine before placing it back down on the coffee table.

Jamie smiles at you less teasingly now. Her tone softer. "You really do like her."

"Jams, I've never felt like this before. I just don't want anything to mess this up before it's even started." You sigh and turn your face back to the movie.

Your phone vibrates again. 'But if you move out, you'll still do the chores so what's the difference? Let me have a think, do you enjoy going to markets?'

You snort at yourself thinking of a reply.

"What?" Jamie pokes your shoulder.

"Nothing."

'The difference is, there'd be no one poking me every few minutes wanting to know what we're texting about. I enjoy a good market.'

"You're making fun of me in your texting, aren't you?" You fake a shock expression at Jamie and laugh. "I knew it."

"Only a little. Just how you don't like doing chores."

"Hey you hate them as much as me!" She flicks your shoulder. "There's your girlfriend again." She smirks, hearing the vibrations of your phone.

'Your poker face needs work then, sweetheart.' You almost spurt out your wine reading the last word. You hear Jamie laugh and show her the text.

"Nawwww." She coo's at Jack's text. "She likes you." You feel the phone vibrate in your hand and snap back to see Jack sent another text.

'I hope you didn't spit your wine out over that.' You drop your head back onto the couch. She knows you too well already.

'You've either got cameras in my apartment or I'm just too predictable.' You send, her reply doesnt come for a few minutes, the wait makes you squirm. The movie lost in the background.

'Only in the bedroom and livinig room, kidding! I may have had a few scotchs before sending this.'

You laugh. 'I like tipsy Jack.' Really you just like everything, Jack.

'I'm glad. What are you and Jamie up to?' You love that she continues the conversation on past the initial weekend planning, although you realise you actually hadn't made a time.

'Netflix, wine, pizza and soon to be icecream. What are you up to?'

The movie you've been ignoring comes to an end and Jamie picks another one as you didn't reply to her offer. To which you now regret.

'Slightly jealous. I'm reading and drinking the Scotch I mentioned.'

Now you have a picture of Jack with her reading glasses sitting on the tip of her nose, licking the tip of her tongue and turning the page in her book and the visual makes you close your eyes and hold in a very quiet moan.

'I'll invite you over next time. Although your night sounds just as inviting'

It takes a while for Jack to send a reply through and you get fidgety thinking you may have over stepped the welcome mat but she started the flirt texting. You're onto your fourth very full glass of wine and half way through your ice cream when you hear your phone vibrate again.

'Sorry, fell asleep. I'd like that. I'll bring the Scotch and pizza.' You don't have the heart to tell her you arent a big Scotch drinker but she could twist your arm into starting.

'Done deal. I won't keep you up, good night J.' You spent way too long trying to figure out the right way to finish the text and you think making a nickname for Jack is good enough.

'Good night, sweetheart, I'm sure I'll dream about you and that's not just the drunk me talking.' This time you did slightly spit out your wine.

"I'm glad she makes you happy but please don't waste my wine." Jamie shakes her head.

'I can't wait for sober J to read this conversation. G'Night, Sweety.' You regret send Sweety but can't think of a better one because you really want to type babe but feel it's way too soon.

There's no reply from Jack and you spend the next hour finishing the awful movie Jamie picked out and eating icecream. It's past midnight when you hit the rack, falling asleep or passing out when your head hits the pillow and you don't wake to your phone vibrating a few times early in the morning. You wake up when there's a crash of glasses in the kitchen at around 0800.

"What?!" You groan and walk down the hall, checking on Jamie.

"Sorry, wanted a glass from the dish rack but all of them wanted to come with it. Don't give me that look, my head hurts as much as yours does." She whines, filling up a glass with water and chucking two aspirin in her mouth followed by the water.

"Hand me one will ya." She does as you instructed and you groan sitting down at the counter. "We should know better." You rest your head on the counter and moan.

"It's always fun at the time. You heard from Jack  this morning?" At the sound of her name, you jump up too fast and hold your head in response to the banging going on because of your quick movement but you head back to your bedroom to find your phone.

'Oh. My. God.' Reads the first text, you are already laughing.

'I really should learn to put a harder pin on my phone for when drunk me thinks its good to over step boundaries.'

'Hope we are still on for Sunday?:)' They were all sent within a minute of each other around 0600.

You flop down on your stomach onto your bed and think of a reply. 'You were quite entertaining last night. No boundaries were over stepped, just pushed further along. What time you picking me up tomorrow? You aren't getting out of it that easily, J. :)'

It takes a minute but she replies. 'I've only been in embarrassment waiting for your reply for the past two hours. I see you've made my name even shorter, I like it. How does 0800 sound?'

'Well I didn't pass out as early as someone did. I needed my beauty sleep but it didn't help this killer head ache, you're lucky I didn't wake up to your texts, I'm no morning girl, J. 0800 is great.'

'Someones feisty in the mornings. Sweetheart, you don't need beauty sleep, come on. 0800 it is.' You can see her eye roll and laugh.

You don't reply, letting her wait a little, you wake yourself up with a nice hot shower and get changed into track pants and a sloppy joe before replying to Jack. 'Alright, feisty me has gone. What are you up to today?' You wonder back into the kitchen to find Jamie has left, conveniently in time for when you decide to do chores. First you need a coffee though.

. . . . 

And there it is. Apologies for any mistakes. I enjoy the writing not so much the editing. However this will be the last chapter for a while as I’m going to the US tomorrow for a quick holiday :D NCIS Paleyfest here I come

[wreckofawriter]

Ship!

@zozozodiacus: Hi! Thanks so much for doing ships! I'm sure you're super busy with these but it would be awesome if you have time to ship me with a male from the Harry Potter Golden Trio era :). I am an overthinker and really self-conscious (it took me so long just to compose this :)), but I don't share my anxieties with anyone, and have a happy, calm, confident front. This might sound braggy, but in school I've somehow become someone everyone knows and respects for her intellect. I like to read, and know a lot, so I can speak intelligently about almost any subject, but inside I feel like a jack of all trades and master of none—a total fraud. I am 5'3", slim but curvy, have pale skin, big, deep brown eyes, and honestly I would think of myself as beautiful if not for my slightly droopy nose, which I am really self-conscious about. I love to read and write. I love having interesting conversations with people and have a large and diverse group of friends, with lots of people from different cliques. But I'm not particularly close to anyone. I don't feel like anyone truly knows me. Sometimes I don't mind that, and I like the privacy of my mind. Other times I wish I could have that intimacy of having someone else truly know me. I can fall into dark moods where everything is dark and deep and meaningless. And, less often, I can leap into elated ones, where the world feels like sunshine and even my nose looks good. I go to an all-girls school, so I'm not really sure how I would act around a crush. I think I would be kind of standoffish because I would be so afraid of showing my feelings or coming off as a fool. I would also be terrified that he wouldn't like me and would rather just stay away. I would try to be witty if I have an excuse to be around him (like for an assignment or when hanging out with mutual friends--I would never purposefully try to go near). Thanks so much!

I ship you with...

Draco Malfoy!

You guys are not friends

Definitely not freinds

But you still study every saturday together

Draco simply need someone who isnt a complete moron to study with and there you were, a girl who everyone knew was smart as hell

So he simply asked you if you wanted to study that Saturday and the tradition began

You had been a bit nervous when Draco asked if you wanted to study, he wasnt known for being the nicest person on the planet

But you didnt let it show and when everything went smoothly on Saturday and he asked to meet up again you agreed

Outside of those sessions you could count the number of conversations you had had on one hand

You never talked about anything but school, you both treated it like a professional relationship built on a mutual respect

Until Pansy Perkins seemed to think it was more than that

Your world was suddenly filled with pranks and rude names you couldnt seem to escape

You stopped going to study sessions

Draco showed up one saturday and you just weren't there

He waited for an hour before departing heart throbbing for some unknown reason

He didnt look for you the first time it happend

But by the thrid week you didnt show up he was getting more and more upset

So he looked for you, he caught you coming out of DADA and asked you why you stopped showing up

You said you were busy

Draco knew you were lying but didnt push he asked if you wanted study a different time

You told him it just wasnt a good time, you had other things to do

He gave up and was left confused and wondering if he had done something to upset you until he happend apon Pansy and a small anterage of girls in the hallway crowding around something

Well more someone

Pansy had pushed you to the ground and called you a bitch before her and the other girls surrounded you, every time you attempted to stand up your foot was swept out from under you or you were kicked back to the ground

"What the fuck Parkinson?!"

Pansy stopped immediately turning and addressing Draco as 'Dracie' before she was shoved to the side

The other girls scattered and Draco gathered your books that now littered the ground before offering you a hand, which you took, pulling yourself to your feet

He expected to see tears in your eyes and was surprised to find them vacant and dry

Draco swore at the girls before turning and leaving, his hand still holding yours

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"This is why you stopped coming to our study sessions isnt it?"

"No. I was busy."

"Bullshit, you're terrible at lying."

"You'd be surprised."

You left, study sessions resumed and you never spoke of the incident again

You would be lying if you said that the girls words didn't hurt, of course they did, you just didnt let anyone know that

Pansy backed off but you could still hear her whisper insults when you passed in the halls

Draco starts to notice your moods

How one day you will be elated the next defeated

He starts bringing candy and pastries to study sessions

He starts to wonder what it would be like to hang out with you in a normal setting, starts to wonder what your laugh sounded like, what music you listened to, what your favorite color was and if you had any siblings

By the time he realised what was happening it was too late

He got you a Christmas gift, it was an extremely expensive necklace inlayed with small diamonds and a deep blue saffire gem

He chickened out and couldnt give it to you, he had it in his hands but when he opened his mouth he just sorta froze

He tried agian at your birthday but the same thing happened

You start getting together twice a week instead of once

You start talking more

He learns your favorite color, he learns what genre if music you listen to, what your favorite book is

And suddenly you are friends

He knows your middle name and a food you will never eat

You learn his favorite animal and his favorite flavor of icecream

And he finally manages to give you the necklace

You refuse it at first, insisting it is far too expensive

But he insists and you take it reluctantly

His heart leaps when he sees you wearing it the next day

You find yourself playing with it in classes, your mind wanders towards the platinum blonde far more than it should

You come to a sudden realization of your feelings and you aren't sure how to act

You try a few witty comments and Draco flushes an incredible red

You find that a blushing Draco is your new favorite sight

You do things to make him blauh more and more, suggestive comments, fleeting touches, it drives him mad

He finally breaks when you reach up and fix his hair, your breath is warm and fanning across his face and your smell so good and he cant help it.

He grabs your tie and slams your lips onto his, the second your lips meet he breaks away with wide eyes apologizing and turning to leave

Before he can you grab his hand and pull him towards you

Your relationship is kept a secret

Study sessions turn into make out sessions

You hold hands under tables and take midnight walks together

By sixth year you both learn of a darker side the other attempted to keep hidden

Draco tried to cut you off after getting that tattoo but you wont let him

You tell him you'll stand next to him no matter what

You do

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas: Zookeeper’s Son

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: 

An iconic personality in the animal conservation scene has a popular zoo that people flock to from all over the world. But this isn't about him, it's about his son. And his son's massive crush. (Cheesy ShinDeku Crush) 

steve irwin inspired au, aka if you didnt know hamlet was australian, you do now

Ok but All Might is basically Steve Irwin in this au, Izuku is a huuuuuge animal fan

Allmight is Izuku’s dad and Inko is his wife and izu hung around animals loads when he was young, 1A are the zoo volunteers

is he like, steve irwin with crocodiles? or something like big cats or wolves. Honestly let's just stick with crocodiles

aizawa is the sleepy big cat handler

mic yells with the birds, mostly his job is actually the PA system but he teaches the birds to talk during his lunch hour, And he runs birds of prey shows

Shinsou comes to the zoo a lot cause he likes watching the tigers and their babies. shinsou giving a bottle of milk to a baby tiger because aizawa needed an extra pair of hands and our boy is crying actual tears because its So Cute

Todoroki was never allowed pets or to go outside much because he has to be a respectable rich boi tm, but he's always loved watching all mights ridiculous nature shows

w a  it

this means

,,,

allmight dies. Damn ok I guess this is getting sad now.

Todoroki goes to the zoo for the first time ever and sees a mural to Allmight and just starts crying

so aizawa has been working at the zoo since izuku was born and was honestly his babysitter a lot with mic and tensei because tensei, the onsite vet, had a little brother the same age. and when the news came in? aizawa's heart sank because this little 6-year-old ball of sunshine didn't have a dad anymore

inko is the badass but soft mum but shes not at home, shes actually on a shoot at the time

izuku is running around the zoo and aizawa just scoops him up and gets him icecream because the kid doesn't know yet and he wants izuku to have 5 more minutes before his world collapses. aizawa lets out a single sob because izuku picked the allmight themed icecream thanks

Aizawa helps Inko around the house as much as possible and drives Izu to school when Inko is having a rough day

All mights animals being depressed cause he's gone and blessed 6-year-old Izu sneaking into a fucking lion enclosure because 'dad would want to cheer them up'

there was a lion cub litter born really close to izuku and allmight dotted on these cubs because he was all soft because his wife was pregnant, there are photos of toddler izuku with these lions. izuku burying his face into one of their manes and crying while the lions lay around him

Aizawa has been interning at the zoo since he was 15 and is 22 when allmight dies. its his first year really "working" there because he just finished uni and hes on fulltime

aizawa thought allmight was going to be kinda snobby but allmight said hi to him every day, remembered his name and attended his uni graduation, told him he was proud and told him he'd never seen anyone as good with the cats as he was

aizawa babysat his kid, saw this man almost every day since he was 15

Ok but what if Inko wakes up in the middle of the night hearing All mights voice. She's freaking out, but then finds Izu rewatching old footage of his dad. Crying but also using them to learn how to be as good with the animals as him

animals a d o r e izuku, all of them

like, even the crows at the park will sit on his shoulders and give him little shiny things the wolves like to lick him and crowd him when he walks in, the crocodiles like head scratches

allmight was so proud of his son, because even he couldnt get animals to like him instinctually

1A are all the little highschool interns

Shinsou crushes on the cute zookeeper boy and Izu gets him an internship eventually, he just sees izuku hugging a lion and falls in love instantly

aizawa is his uncle and is complaining about this "kid that doesnt listen to safety protocol" and shinso is like ",, h im"

Aizawa thought that shinsou hated outdoors and animals, but is confused when suddenly Shinsou starts going to the zoo after school everyday

the way this family works

aizawa was a foster kid bc his family wasnt trusted with him but he still had contact, shinso's family was falling apart and aizawa didnt want his cousin to go through the same thing so he takes shinsou in age 10

they say uncle bc aizawa is so much older than shinsou

izuku like, doesn't tell shinso hes allmights kid and izuku wears a facemask and dyes his hair all the time so its fair that shinso doesnt guess

so izuku is on messenger and tells shinso to open his window izuku is sitting on his balcony. hes got a torch in his mouth and a swipecard in the other. he just kinda, grabs shinso and hauls him over the balcony. shinso is in pyjamas and all he has is a phone

izuku grabs his hand and they run down the street and shinso is just??? so lost. aizawa lives su p er close to the zoo and they get to the gate and shinso is like?? why are we here its midnight

and izuku o p e n s th e g a t e

shinso is crying bc he has every reason to think he'll go to jail

(izuku turned off the alarms and warned his mum he was doing this but didnt warn shinso because thats not fun)

so izuku takes shinso to the farmyard, wakes up the horse, which is his horse, a pulls shinso up on it too the horse has little lights on it

so its midnight and shinso is hugging izuku on this horse because its cold and hes in pyjama's and hes cold and its dark and he doesnt wanna fall off this massive horse

so izuku takes him around the zoo at night on this horse and its honestly great? bc loads of the animals are awake and the zoo is empty. izuku whispers that hes not really supposed to do this but hes going to do it anyway and shinso is like??? please dont im too young for jail

but izuku just giggles

izuku lets them into the back deer enclosure and its m a s s i v e

so its 2am by now, all the deer are awake so izuku ties up the horse and leads shinso over to his fave deer

"ok so, dad used to do this to me when i was litte, but i figure youre still light enough”

and izuku just hefts shinso onto this deer. shinso is laughing and clinging to this deer for his life and so izuku gets on another and they run around the paddock

shinso is yelling and cheering as izuku laughs, the other deer are running beside them because deer do that and its honestly the coolest thing that shinso has ever done

4am and the deer have all fallen back asleep and shinso and izuku are on the roof of the vet clinic because the vet-clinic is still heated at night so the roof is warm and they kinda,, fall asleep on the roof. izuku wakes up at 6, but doesnt wake shinso up for 20 minutes because hes smiling even in his sleep

they have to sprint back to shinso's house

izuku helps shinso climb back up his balcony and waves goodbye and shinso just watches him run back to the zoo and hes blushing and messy and cold but hes just so happy

aizawa walks into his room a minute later and asks shinso if he slept outside for some ungodly reason because his lips are blue and there are leaves in his hair

izuku doesnt like people knowing hes allmights kid when hes just out and about or working or honestly doing anything that isnt a show or interview so the only people that know are tenya, bakugo, tensei, mic and aizawa

Every year at the anniversary of all mights death they all bring Izu and Inko to his shrine and thousands of people come from all around to pay their respects and Shinsou finds a crying Izu after and takes him back to the zoo after hours so Izu can be with the animals

shinso still doesnt know izuku is allmights kid and izuku just sobbing and shinso doesnt know what happened

izuku just talks about his dad vaguely, shinso knows aizawa used to babysit izuku too

aizawa makes a tradition of getting icecream for izuku on the date every year, they both get the allmight themed one

bakugo isnt a massive dick in this au but hes still not a soft friend. he will roast you every 24 seconds but the 2 weeks around allmights death? he looks out for izuku, makes extra sure no one works out izuku from school is "allmights son" izuku, makes sure he eats lunch, helps inko make dinner

bakugo threatens to rip off shinso's dick and shove it down his throat and shinsou is like???? WHat dID i DO???

Izu is being bullied for crying in school around the date, Bakugo fIGHTS

bakugo gets suspended for a day and aizawa picks him up bc his parents are busy. bakugo looks angry but also kinda, embarrassed for being caught and for getting that mad. aizawa just parks on the side of the road just out of school and lets out a massive sigh

"you shouldn't have done that-"

"You dont think i fucking know that??"

"shut up and listen kid. you shouldn't have done that. and im not giving you a pat on the head for breaking the rules like that. but you did a good thing. hes got enough on his plate. youre a good friend"

aizawa lets bakugo stay at his place so mitsuki doesn't have to find out bakugo got suspended, izuku takes bakugo to pat the wolves as a "thank you for throwing down for me" present

[ironwoman18]

The Worst Third Date Ever part 9

Chapter 9: The most wonderful day of the year.

The next day started with a busy Max going to the saloon with her sisters.

There she got a full spa treatment, she painted her nails and done her hair.

They talked about stuffs to do for their night. Their father liked to play board games so they wanted to have some of his favorites.

"What about we play poker?" Asked Eloise "dad loves car games"

"I... don't think it's a good idea" said Max remembered what JJ told her about Spencer.

"Why?" Asked Michelle.

"Because Spencer is from Vegas and he can play"

"Oh come on Max. Do you remember Rick? My ex boyfriend? Well he was from Vegas and couldn't play monopoly... I'm sure we will be fine"

Max sighed and just nodded "it's your choice" she looked at her sisters "By the way Eloise, is your boyfriend going?"

"Yes but he has to leave early because his father want to spend some time with him"

"Ohk it's ok. Sadly he won't be for the presents"

"Yeah but he will go tomorrow morning"

"Spencer wanted me to meet his mom tomorrow so maybe we will go to my dad's house later".

"You guys are going fast" teased Michelle.

"Don't be silly Michelle. He met my dad after his team saved him from that crazy bitch. He told me he never thought he could meet him like that"

"Yeah it was a very bad situation to meet someone" said Eloise.

"But you both managed that pretty well"

"Yeah but still was a horrible situation that I hope never happened again" both sisters nodded.

After some more hours there, the three sisters left to eat them the older and younger sisters left to their dad's house to finish the dinner.

While Max went to get the dessert. She ordered an apple pie and bought icecream for it.

She texted her sisters and drove to her apartment to get ready.

Meanwhile Spencer picked one of his favorite suits, black dress pants and jacked, and a white shirt with a black tie. Then called Morgan and JJ to wish them a happy holiday.

At night he took a shower and shaves then got dressed and texted Max to asked at what time he can pick her up.

Her answer was that he could pick her up at eight. When it was seven thirty he started to get all the presents, even the ones he got for her and Sammy, to his car.

Then he drove to her apartment and called her. When she answer "hey, I'm here"

"Ok can you come in? I need some help"

"Sure" he hung up, got out of the car and walked to the door. He went upstairs to her apartment and knocked the door.

When Max opened it, Spencer's jaw almost hit the floor. She was wearing a black dress, with a v-neck and a little above her knees with high heels, not enough to match his height but enough to at least kiss him without tiptoeing.

She smirks with the speechless 3-time Doctor in front of her "Are you going to come in or just stand there until midnight?" She laughed when he realized he was just staring at her.

"You look stunning" he rubbed the back of his neck as he walked in and wrapped an arm around her.

"Well thank you Spencer. You look very handsome yourself" he leans in an kisses her softly.

"Thank you but this is my normal self, wearing suits. This is the first time I saw you wearing a dress"

"I love how those suits look on you so I will always enjoy them" she smiled looking at him blushing "I will need you to help me with the icecream. I will get the pie for the dinner tonight" he nodded and walked to the kitchen with her.

He held the icecream and she had the pie. Then the couple walked to the living room, Max got her purse and her present for Spencer and and both headed out of the apartment.

"Are you nervous to see my dad again?" She asked as they walked.

"Yeah. I'm worry he might hate me after what happened with Cat"

"He doesn't. He likes you very much" she smiled.

"Good, I'm happy to know that" they reached the car and he managed to open the door to put in the icecream where it will not damaged the presents, then he opened the door for Max.

When she was in he walked to his side and gets in "ok as usual lead me to your Dad's house"

She nodded and when he turned on the car she told him the address and he drove there. Listening to some instructions Max gave him.

When they arrived, Spencer was stunned by the big house. It was a Victorian, two story high house and with a big garden.

"Wow... this place is amazing"

"Yeah it is" she smiled then he parked the car "Spencer. Thank you again for being here. This is something special we share as family and I'm glad we could share it together"

"You are welcome Max and I hope we have more of this together" she smiled and kisses him rubbing his cheek "you are amazing" she whispered on his lips.

"So are you" he smiled and then they broke away and started to get the things out the car. Max's brother-in-law Phill ran towards them to help them just like Eloise boyfriend.

Between the four of them were able to take the things inside. They put the presents under the tree with their names on the bag just like the others did. Meanwhile Max with Eloise's boyfriend took the pie and icecream in the fridge.

Then she greeted her father and sisters. Sammy was not around, he was playing with the neighbor's children.

Max made the proper instructions to the family members that don't know him. He introduced as Spencer Reid, not doctor or agent.

He wanted to be just him tonight not a federal agent. They played monopoly and others board games.

Then Michelle proposed to play poker. Of course Spencer accepted, Max asked to be the dealer. She did not want any problem so the make sure the cards where well mixed so nobody could be upset if something weird happened.

They were using M&M's to bet. Spencer used his poker face. His dad looked very compromised with the game.

At the last call. They all showed their cards. As usually Spencer won. He got a full. All if them were in shock.

"How...?" Asked Don looking at his cards.

"I got banned of lots of casinos in Vegas because I used math to play poker" he said eating a M&M "just two people in the BAU won me. JJ and Emily, my boss"

Eloise and Michelle looked at Max like they will kill her "Hey... I warned you. He is good no play poker with him"

"You never told us that" said Michelle.

"And ruined the experience of seen you be beating by Spence?" She smirked.

"You..." Eloise said "you are evil"

"May be" she stood up and held his hand "come here" she said making him stand up and walked to dance a slow song that was playing on the radio.

"So you didn't tell them about my ability with poker, huh?"

"No, I wanted to see them against you with their full confidence and thinking they could beat you"

"Umm ok" he looked at her.

"And I wanted them to see how awesome my boyfriend could be" her arms are around his and she played with his hair gently "I wanted to know why you were banned"

He laughed "so you wanted to show off your boyfriend" he said with a smirk "and you were curious to know why I can't get in some casino in Vegas" she bit her lip and nodded, that made him laugh.

"Don't laughs at me baby" she said in a whisper.

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing because I found funny the situation" he leans and kissed her "you are adorable and I would never laugh at you"

Meanwhile the rest of the family see them talking and dancing or just moving around pretending to dance.

"What do you think of him dad?" Asked Eloise.

"I told him when we met at the FBI that he was boyfriend material for Max. The only bad one was Mike"

"Well they seem in love" now commented Michelle.

"Don't use that word in front of Max. She wants to take things slow" Eloise added.

"I won't use it in front of her but they are in love already so what's the point of hiding it?"

"Max is stubborn and she won't admit it until she can't hide it anymore" the two sisters were agree with his dad's statement.

Back with Max and Spencer, the song has ended and they stayed there into each other's arms until they decided to break the embrace and walked back to the living room were her dad was with Eloise.

"Spencer I was wondering when you started to work at the FBI" said Don when he sat down while Max walked into the kitchen to check on her sister.

"Almost sixteen years ago, sir" he nodded.

"You look pretty young. How old are you?"

"I'm 38"

"Wow so you started at 23, right?"

"Yes, my former boss wanted me there because I was excellent in the profiling course so he wanted me in the BAU. He was like a father to me and helped me be the man and professional I am today"

"That's great. I think it's amazing how a young boy like you could accomplished so much"

"It wasn't easy. At first I failed my shooting test every time I took it. One time they took away my gun and to defeat an unsub, I have to use my supervisor's second gun. It was a lucky shoot but I saved us and the hostages"

"Amazing!" said both Eloise and Don.

"Yeah but then I got better with it and now I have the highest score"

"See? Practice make perfection" said Don to Eloise, when the father looked Spencer's confused face he added "she is studying to be a lawyer but she keep failing in a class so I'm telling her to practice harder and learning the laws"

"That's right. If you know the laws and can make a solid argument with them, no one will beat you in the court"

She nodded and looked at Spencer "and as a FBI agent you must know them too, right?"

"Yes, in fact, if someone isn't collaborating with an investigation and the case is really bad, you can arrest them for blocking the investigation and in the worst case you can arrest them for helping terrorism"

"Wow... really?" He nodded.

"You can learn the articles one per day. Analyse it and understand the meaning of it so you can use it properly" she nodded and looked at her father then at him.

"Thank you for the advice Spencer, that was helpful"

"You're welcome" he smiled.

Then Max and Michelle walked back in the living room and looked at the three of them talking.

"What did we miss?" Max sat next to Spencer.

"Talking about my beginning in the FBI and then some advices to Eloise" he synthesized their conversation.

"Oh that's great" she smiled "now it's my pleasure to tell you that dinner is ready. And it's eleven o'clock so in hour is Christmas day"

"Ok so do we eat first and then give the presents or wait and eat after that?" He asked.

"We usually eat first and then give the gift"

"Good then I will follow your tradition" said Spencer looking at them.

Michelle then called her husband and asked him to bring Sammy back in for dinner then the sisters set the table not letting Spencer to help.

They said he was their guess so he won't do anything. So he just watched as they keep putting everything on the table. When everything was done all of them sit by the table and Don pray for the food and thanks God for everything.

Then they started to put the food in each plate. They ate and talk about random things. They laughed at some comments, especially from Sammy.

The dinner was delicious and Michelle said it was their mother's recipe and so were other dishes they made.

Spencer didn't have this kind of celebration in a long time. He missed this kind of reunions since his mother was moved to a hospital when he started in the university.

They all finished their meals and decided to eat the dessert later, so after they cleaned the table they sat by the tree and waited until it was twelve.

Don decided to start giving his and Eloise's presents for them. He gave a Lego set to Sammy, ties for Phill and Spencer and some dresses for his three daughters. Eloise gave him also a tie she bought when they took separate ways to get each other present.

Then Michelle and her family. They gave matching cups to Spencer and Max, her explanation was that since they both are coffee lover, what could be a better present than coffee cups. She gave Eloise a necklace with an E. To her dad she bought him a shirt.

Then they exchanged presents between them. Sammy and his dad gave her a new purse and Sammy got more toys from his parents, finally Michelle gave her husband a shirt.

Then it was Max and Spencer's turn. They gave each member of the family their presents. Sammy was so happy with the magic set that ignored the other toys he got.

"I guess Spencer's gift was the winner of the night" they all laughed when Sammy had all his attention to the magic set.

"I used one of them to learn some tricks at school so the bullies stopped bothering me"

Then it was time for each one give their gift to the other.

"Ok Max, as I told you I found the perfect gift for you in New York. I hope you like them"

"Them?"

"Yes, inside this box are two gift. Merry Christmas" he smiled and handed her the box. She opened it and when she did she could not believe that he bought her the art kit she wanted.

She jumped in his arms and hugs him "Oh my God!! You are truly amazing" she sat on his lap and kissed him softly and then looked inside "just the one I wanted but this surely was expensive" she finished to remove the rest of the wrapped paper. And she found on the kit a pair of tickets, when she read them she smiled "The Metropolitan Museum? Spencer this is amazing thank you so much" she kissed him "I don't think my presence would ever beat yours"

He laughed "everything you give me will be amazing" she laughed and stood up she got her present for him and handed it to him.

He opened it and smiled when he saw a shirt "I made the design. I thought you would like it and wear it just with me. I don't know maybe to some dates"

He checked the shirt while she explained it to him "come here" she walked to him and he pulled her softly to sit on his lap and kissed her "thank you, I love it and I promise to wear it. Just for you"

She smiled and hugged him. The moment was interrupted by Sammy asking him to teach him some tricks.

They both laughed and stood up, he walked to Sammy and they both started to use the set and that night Sammy learned some tricks and Spencer told him he has to practice if he wanted it to show it to his friends at school.

He promised Spencer to practice to be as good as him.

They ate the dessert and at three in the morning he told Max he had to leave.

"I think I should leave too, if we are going to visit your mom tomorrow, well late this day... then we should both went to sleep early" she said.

OOooOOooOO

Hope you liked it. And next chapter will be their visit to Diane's hospital and I'm wondering if you would want them to go to New York to spend New Year's eve and day there. Let me now in your comments or reviews.

[caribbeanaghase]

I was tagged by the wonderful @lost-midnight-flower Thank you !!

what color is your hairbrush? Turquoise

name a food you never eat: bananas

are you typically too warm or too cold? Both. But I veer to too cold way more often.

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: Videochatting with my mom.

what’s your favorite candy bar?: Butterfinger

have you ever been to a professional sports game?: Noooope. Not interested

what’s the last thing you said out loud?: “Go to bed💕’

what’s your favorite ice cream?: Guinness flavoured icecream.

what was the last thing you had to drink?: water

do you like your wallet?: It’s so so , nothing special.

what’s the last thing you ate?: I snacked A snack cake with some wine shhhh

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: I wish

what’s the last sporting event you watched?: Something from FIFA

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: A mixture of flavors.

who’s the last person you sent a text to?: my aunt

ever go camping?: no I have not.

do you take vitamins?: yup women’s multivitamins, and extra vitamin c

do you go to church every sunday?: eh, every other sunday?

do you have a tan?: Nope quarantine zapped my glow.

do you prefer chinese or pizza?: Pizza!

do you drink soda through a straw?: yes! Is there any reason not to?

what color socks do you usually wear?: black or blue

do you ever drive above the speed limit?: I cannot drive ahaha

what terrifies you?: The thought of being left behind and snakes

look to your left, what do you see?: My art supplies. I’ve gotten back into painting recently.

what chore do you hate the most?: Ironing clothes sigh

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: It’s jaunty and fun.

what’s your favorite soda?: Schweppes Grapefruit

do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: both

what’s your favorite number?: 8

who’s the last person you talked to?: My Aunty!

favorite cut of beef?: I dunno ?

last song you listened to?: Lift Ev’ry Voice by Beyoncé

last book you read?: The Monster at the End of This Book with my niece.

can you say the alphabet backwards?: I don’t have the focus for that.

favorite day of the week?: Saturday!

how do you like your coffee?: I don’t like coffee that much it must besweet and milky for me to tolerate it.

favorite pair of shoes?: my crocs their not the ugly ones I swear.

time you normally get up?: when I’m working 530 am. When I’m off 7 am ish

sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets

how many blankets on your bed?: one

describe your kitchen plates?: transparent brown plates

describe your kitchen at the moment?: super clean it’s the only place I’m finicky about

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: Sangrias and Verdi

do you play cards?: only go fish

what color is your car?: I do not own one

can you change a tire?: no

your favorite state/province/county/city etc.?: Maracas (Trinidad)

favorite job you’ve had?: My current one as a teacher ❤️

how did you get your biggest scar?: I had corrective surgery on my legs when I was 11.

I am done. FINALLY!!! THis was fun.

I want to tag : @beautyindiversity @shadowqueen28 @mariahj2013 @stuffihavetokeeptomyself @spinningtopps

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Nothing Good Happens After Midnight: Nineteen

 Bruce took a deep breath and prayed for patience. To whom he was praying, he didn’t know but it was worth a shot, “Sweetheart,” he said, “We have to do this.”

You shake your head starting to cry and trembling so hard you have to set your mug of tea down. He knows you’re about 3 wrong words from bolting out of the room. He doesn’t feel good about what he’s about to say. It feels manipulative and rude. He also knows it could back fire. 

Needles might be the one fear you just can’t shake. Not for anyone for any reason... And given the number of times he’s seen you avoid medical or outright refuse treatment to avoid them, it wouldn’t surprise him.

“Please, Y/N,” he says gently, “If not for you, will you let me do it for the baby?” You go very very still and Bruce waits, feeling like he just clipped a wire on a bomb and now he has to see if it was the right one. When you don’t bolt after a few moments, he sits in the chair behind your desk and holds his arms out, inviting you to cuddle into his chest. “You won’t let go?” you murmur after a long minute. “Not for anything... Just don’t hex me,” he smiles a little but he’s not kidding. He’s seen what happens when you’re that terrified. Clint had had to hold you down once for antivenom and you’d hexed him so hard he’d had bad luck for weeks. You wince and he slides himself over to hold your hands, “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your belly, “I know. I know it’s terrifying. But the two of you could be in serious trouble if it drops like that when you’re alone.” You wipe your nose on your sleeve and let him pull you into his arms and settle you on his lap. Your knees are shaking so hard that you’re afraid you’ll collapse. 

He rocks you gently and kisses your head, “You’ll try?” he asks softly. You nod and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He slides the chair back to be able to get the test kit off the table and you hide your face in his neck. “That’s good, sweet girl,” he soothes, “Don’t look. Just listen to me, okay?”

You whimper and his stomach twists unpleasantly. He knows this is tantamount to torture for you. In fact, you have been tortured with things like this. He talks. Because that’s all he can do to ground you in right now. “You’re doing so good baby,” he murmurs, putting the pieces together. “I’m gonna feed you so much ice cream after this.” You don’t respond but the hand he doesn’t need has fingernails sunk into his shoulder. You were clinging to him for dear life and trembling. He took your hand and ran an alcohol swap over your finger carefully, “The baby’s going to be so pretty,” he said, “Gonna look just like you.” He keeps talking, “I’m gonna tell you a secret, sweetheart,” he says, steeling himself to prick your finger, praying that he could actually hold you in place if you panicked, “I hope we have a girl. A beautiful little girl. And then three more little girls after this one.” As he talked, he pricked your finger and he could feel you draw blood on his shoulder with your nails. You’re crying again and he hugs you close as he writes down the level. It’s low. Not scary, but definitely lower than it should be. “Shhh,” he soothes, rubbing your back, “You did so well. Really good. I don’t feel at all hexed. Or even a little cursed.” You make a soft miserable sound and he tilts your chin up, “I’m proud of you,” he says softly, “I’m very proud. You were amazing. And I’m very glad we checked it. It’s a little lower than I’d want it to be... Let’s go get you something to eat. Are you hungry?”

You look lost. So very lost and scared. “Can you walk?” he asks softly, “I don’t think I can carry you back up to our rooms.” You nod and unfold yourself slowly, getting back to your feet. You look out of it and Bruce is willing to bet there’s a little dissociation happening to protect you from all the things you’d remember otherwise. “Let's get you upstairs,” he encourages, putting an arm around you. “I’ll tuck you in on the couch and get you some food. Then we’ll watch a movie, hm?” he says. He knows you probably aren’t really hearing him right now, as you claw your way back out of the pit. He feels sick to his stomach knowing that medical wants this done at least twice a day for the next week. They don’t understand. No one does, not even him. 

Bruce tucks you in on the couch, wrapping you up in a hand-knitted blanket Lea had made for you and putting a very battered, much loved stuffed cow in your arms to hold on to for a minute. Anything to surround you with some comfortable things so he could feel better about leaving you alone for a few minutes. He knew, logically that you’d be fine. That you just needed some time to come back to yourself. He would happily feed you all the comfort food and watch Disney movies with you for the rest of the night. Anything to chafe the life back into you and soothe all the raw, sore, wounds he just had to prod at. 

“Baby?” he says, slipping back through the door with a couple pints of ice cream and some other snacks. “I’m here,” you answer, “Sort of.” He lets the breath out he was holding and smiled a little, “I’ll take sort of,” he said, handing you a pint of your favorite ice cream and a spoon. He lets you lean into his side and drapes an arm around you as he queues up some comfortable things to watch. Nothing intense. Nothing Scary. Nothing sad. For a while, he keeps an eye on you. You’re making steady progress on your ice cream, which doesn’t surprise him. The little one is very fond of icecream. He knows laying on the couch and eating snacks with you isn’t really healthy but until they get your blood sugar drops sorted out, medical doesn’t want you doing anything as strenuous as you’re really capable of. So for now, he’s going to enjoy being lazy with you and feeding all your cravings. Even if they give you heartburn. 

By the time you finish your icecream, he’s long since finished his. “You okay, sweet girl?” he asks. You stretch lazily and rearrange them so you can have your head against his heart and be comfortably pinned between Bruce’s warmth and the back of the couch. Bruce lets you arrange things and smiles a little. “I’m okay,” you murmur, “I’m just tired.” He strokes your hair, “Then sleep, baby,” he soothes, “you got your tummy full. So just snuggle in. Focus on how warm and comfy you are.” You nod and he smiles. “Good girl,” he murmurs as you close your eyes, “I’ll keep the monsters away, baby.” For a long time, you’re quiet and he thinks you might be drifting off. Until he hears you whisper, “I’m sorry I’m such a mess, Bruce.” The hand in your hair stills and you open your eyes slowly, looking up at him. “Y/n,” he murmurs, “You were tortured. It’s not just a phobia. It’s trauma. Very real trauma. You may never be okay with this, and that’s okay... at least now we know you can do it if I hold you. Or if Nat and Clint stay with you if I can’t do it... and it’s only a week. Then hopefully we don’t have to do it again.”

He kisses you tenderly, “You’re not a mess. You’re brave, sweet, kind, endlessly smart and funny... You’re having my child. You’re the love of my life. And you need my help to take care of this. And baby,” he says, kissing you again, “I wouldn’t want you any other way. I love you. And I love you a little more every single day.” You start tearing up and he tickles your side, chuckling when you smack his arm away. 

Do you really want all girls?” you ask him, when you can stop kissing him long enough to talk. “I really do,” he says, petting your belly, “I’d love to have a tiny army of little badass witches, just like their mommy.” His fingers find the hem of your shirt so he can touch your skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, nuzzling into you. “Can’t wait to see how pretty this little one is gonna be. Can’t wait to see if I’m getting my little girl.” he nudges your shirt out of the way and presses soft kisses into the swell of your stomach. It’s not terribly obvious yet but part of him can’t wait for it to be. He feels you card your fingers through his hair and smiles. “I know you want our kids to look like me but, I think, handsome, that I’ll be very unhappy if they don’t get your eyes,” you tell him. He lays his head gently on your belly, “You’re crazy,” he says but smiles wider, pressing another soft kiss into your skin, “Don’t listen to her,” he teases, “You’d much rather look like mommy. I promise. She’s gorgeous... I won’t tell you what she looks like. I don’t want to ruin the surprise but... she’s really hot. So hot that sometimes I forget how to breathe when she smiles at me.” You sigh, “Bruce...” you say softly. The scientist just grins, unrepentant. He’s made peace with having a dad bod. But that doesn’t mean that sometimes, the comments comparing your ages don’t make him feel a bit like he won some cosmic lottery. You relax into his touch with a sigh. It feels nice. Really nice. You weren’t looking forward to being weighed at your next check-up. You knew it was normal but it was still a little jarring. It was something of a comfort that Bruce didn’t seem to mind or even notice anything beyond how much he enjoyed your breasts being swollen and your belly rounding out. “Can we take a bath?” you ask stretching.

Bruce hums and kisses his way back up your body to kiss your jaw and the spot on your neck that made you sigh, “That sounds like a wonderful idea. You wait here. I’ll go get it started.” 

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