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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 4 years ago

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Oh Baby!

(baby!Tommy x motherly!Reader)

(lets see if this gets any attention. if it does i’ll see about doing other characters as babies! maybe wilbur or techno lol.)

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You were minding your own business, just relaxing at home in L’Manburg with a good book and some of your favorite drink. But the peace and quiet was all at once interrupted by frantic knocking at your front door. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the front entrance, wondering as you got up who in the world could be knocking so hard on the door.

You cautiously went over and raised an eyebrow when you heard… crying and then the sound of someone running away? Now more confused than ever you tentatively cracked the door open and looked around but didn’t see anyone. Though the crying was still close and when you looked down your eyes widened at the sight of a covered basket sitting innocently on your front porch.

The crying slowed to only whimpers but it was definitely coming from the basket and you hurried to pull the door open all the way and lean down to check the abandoned basket. But you hesitated when you saw a slip of paper stuffed in the side of it. You pulled it out and quickly read it, and felt your stomach drop when you read out loud,

“Reader. IDK what happened. Tommy and I were dungeon hunting and there were skeletons shooting at us and he didn’t have a shield and got hit with a tipped arrow of some kind and then he turned into a baby. I can’t handle kids but you seem like you could. Don’t worry, it should wear off eventually. But don’t tell Philza, he’ll probably kill me. -Quackity.”

You let out a confounded ‘what the fuck?!’ then finally pulled the blanket off the basket and froze when you looked into a VERY familiar pair of bright blue eyes. Only instead of being on a teen boy’s face they were on a little baby’s face. A baby face that was streaked with tears. Your shocked face softened when you saw how distressed the little guy was. Without thinking about it too hard you reached down and scooped the little bundle up into your arms.

Tommy stared up at you with his wide watery blue eyes and sniffled before whimpering again. You cooed at him and began to rock him in your arms, trying to soothe his distress as best you could.

“Oh no baby, shhh, it’s okay. I’m here. C’mon, let’s get you inside,” you said as you brought him and the basket in.

You noticed he wasn’t actually wearing anything and the only thing keeping him covered was the blanket he’d arrived in. So first things first you crafted him some cloth diapers and got him cleaned up and changed. Then you held him up in front of you and smiled while you baby talked to him.

“Oh there we go! All dressed huh? Not nakey no more!”

Tommy giggled and kicked his chubby little legs and reached for your face. You pulled him close so he was snuggled to your chest and he instantly used one hand to grab some of your hair, but thankfully he didn’t yank on it and just held it. While his other hand patted your face while he babbled.

You wondered if Tommy could understand you, or if he had any memories of before he was turned into a baby. Then you wondered how long he’d be like this, or… if he’d go back to normal at all. But when Tommy started fussing you let those thoughts drift to the back of your mind so you could take care of him, for as long as he needed you.

-0-

Turns out he’d been hungry so you’d warmed him up some milk, which he’d more than eagerly drank til there was nothing left. Then you’d had to burp him, which was cute and thankfully he’d not thrown up on you at any point. He was a cute little baby but nobody wants baby barf on them.

But now you were playing with him on the carpet, doing the ‘this little piggy’ game on his toes (which he apparently loved more than anything) and each time you’d recite a line about a ‘piggy’ you’d wiggle one of his toes. He was giggling and watching you with bright eyes, knowing when you got to the last piggy you’d tickle his feet.

You played with him well into mid day, but then you noticed him getting fussy again. And he’d eaten not too long ago so you doubted he was hungry again. You also checked his diaper but he was clean, which meant he was sleepy. So you scooped him up and started walking to your bedroom, rubbing his back and telling him it was nap time. He continued to fuss as you closed the curtains and shut off the lamp. There was still enough light to where you could see but it was dim enough to make sleeping easier.

You got into bed and laid on your side and nestled him so he was on his back with his head laying in the crook of your arm, making sure he was between you and the wall for safety. He didn’t want to sleep it seemed because he started whining and kicking his feet, clearly upset. But you shushed him and hummed to try and get him to settle down. It didn’t work though and he continued to fuss. You sighed and thought back to how your mom said she got you to go to sleep.

So you turn him on his side so he was facing you and then start to gently run your nails up and down his back in a soft scratch. Your mom swore by this, it could put any baby to sleep. And true to her word the moment you started scratching Tommy’s back his eyelids drooped and he yawned. Soon his eyes closed all the way but you kept scratching until you could tell his breathing had evened out.

You stopped scratching and waited a minute to see if he’d wake up or stir at all, but luckily he stayed sleeping. You brushed his honey colored hair from his face and kissed his forehead then slowly inched out of the bed. You’d have napped too but you had chores that needed to be done that you were supposed to do earlier but couldn’t because of Tommy’s surprise visit.

After successfully getting out of bed you surrounded Tommy with pillows to keep him from rolling off the bed and hurting himself. Then you silently crept from the room and cracked the door behind you so you could keep an ear out while he slept in case he woke up.

-0-

You managed to tend to your garden and harvest the carrots and potatoes without trouble, then handle your laundry, but it was when you were washing dishes that you heard it. Tommy wailing. You dropped the dish you’d been washing into the sink of soapy water then practically sprinted upstairs to your bedroom. You were cursing yourself for not putting more pillows around him, fearing he’d fallen and banged his head or something.

But when you burst into your bedroom you let out an audible breath of relief when you saw he was still safely on the bed and not the floor. You hurried over, cooing at him as he saw you and raised his arms up towards you, making grabby hands to show he definitely wanted to be picked up. You happily obliged him and lifted him into your hold and kissed his wet cheeks and lovingly rubbed his back while he calmed down from his crying.

“Oh baby I’m so sorry, did you wake up all alone? I’m sorry, I’m here, don’t worry~” you murmured sweetly against his crown.

He clutched onto your neck and refused to let go, but you didn’t try to pull him away, instead you just rocked him and took him downstairs to be with you so he wouldn’t cry anymore. You were starting to get hungry and you knew seeing you eat would make Tommy hungry so you decided to warm him up some milk while you prepped some carrot sticks for yourself. You figure if he wanted some of your food a carrot would be the safest option for him to gnaw on.

But while you were standing at the kitchen sink filling a glass with water for yourself you glanced over when Tommy hiccupped and saw him blink as potion swirls hovered around him. Before you could see what was wrong he hiccupped again and suddenly the weight sitting on your hip was MUCH heavier and you stumbled a bit before realizing the blue eyes you were looking at were sitting on a teen boy’s face and not a baby’s…

All at once it hit you both that Tommy was naked save for the underwear he was in (how’d his diaper turn into tighty whities?) and you were holding him up on your hip. Once it hit him he screamed and flailed until you let go of him and he fell to the floor. You wanted to laugh but asked him if he was okay instead. Or you tried to but he screeched,

“DON’T FUCKIN’ LOOK!! I’M NAKED!!”

You turned your head away from him but you could see him scrambling to his feet and trying in vain to cover himself with just his hands. You helpfully directed him to the bathroom and said you’d bring him some clothes to change into. A second later you heard your bathroom door slam closed and you finally broke out into snickers. Once you composed yourself you went to grab some spare clothes of yours from your bedroom.

You knocked on the bathroom door and passed the clothes through, not taking offense when Tommy quickly slammed the door closed after getting the shirt and pants. But once he was dressed he came out with a red face and looking huffy. You asked him if he remembered anything and he grumbled before swearing.

“Well fuckin’ Quackity and I were exploring this weird dungeon and there was a hidden spawner or somethin’ because suddenly we were trapped with like 7 skeletons and they were shooting these weird glowing arrows at us. An my shield broke and I got hit by one. Then… I don’t know, it’s blurry after that..”

He would never admit that he remembered everything from when he was a baby. He remembered how you looked after him, soothed his cries, and just loved him. He couldn’t remember anyone ever caring for him so nicely before. Ever. Not even Philza was that loving and he was his dad pretty much. But saying anything like that out loud would be humiliating! So he faked remembering nothing.

You shrugged and filled him in briefly, saying he’d been a baby for the day and you’d made sure he didn’t die. He gave an embarrassed ‘thanks i guess’ but you just grinned and said you’d never let anything bad happen to your “widdle baby~!”. Tommy’s face flushed red and he sputtered angrily and started shouting that he wasn’t no BABY! He was a MAN! You just laughed and agreed, yes yes, very macho.

Things returned mostly to normal, though if your relationship shifted ever so closer in a familial way after that then neither of you mentioned it. But truthfully Tommy grew quite attached to you and you to him. Like the family you both weren’t aware you’d needed.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp tommy #platonic c!tommy x reader #c!tommy #tommyinit mcyt #mcyt x reader #pure fluff babey

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years ago

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Insecure Thicc!Reader

Pairings: BNHA Boys x reader

Warnings: Some spicy bits, but not too crazy, a little crude, kinda implied fem! in some bits, but you can just skip over those points if ya want

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi

Author’s Note:

Hello! This is the first time I’ve written for Dabi so I hope his turned out ok! As a thicc girl myself, I kinda poured my heart out a bit for this request. I hope you enjoy these little headcanons (I kinda went crazy oop—)!

If you’re feeling insecure, remember that you’re beautiful, no matter what other people say! I’m still on my own journey of self-love, but I hope that this can bring a bit of comfort to anyone who is anywhere on that road.

I know that it says Mirio, but I don't write for him so I contacted the requester and they swapped him out for Dabi.

I love you guys! Hope you like it!

-Sugar

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

Bakugou:

My mans Bakugou

He can appreciate some nice booty

I'm just going to jump straight to cuddling here because that's what I feel like doing

In public, Bakugou isn't all that affectionate

I am by no means saying he wouldn't gladly flaunt your relationship and yell about how wonderful and attractive his s/o is, but for the most part he likes to keep it between you two

But during down time, when there's nothing to do and all evening to do it, he wants you in his lap

SNUGGLING

He a stronk boi, you're sitting on his lap whether you like it or not

You are his human teddy bear, and you're going to have a hard time getting him to let you go

He wants to touch you all over and let his hands sink into your soft, plush body

Cheeks? Perfect for kissing and squeezing between his fingers

Your chest? He likes to hold you in his hands and test the weight of your boobs. They're so nice and soft and squeezable

Tummy? Bakugou's all over giving you soft, slow kisses over your skin, sucking a little into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble on

Thighs? He's touching on them constantly. If ever he's feeling possessive over you, his hands are going to fly to your legs and give them a solid squeeze to remind you you're his

Butt? Like I said, he loves it. He likes smacking it at every opportunity. Watching the resulting jiggle is the most satisfying and enticing thing to him

He likes to hold you at night, either his hands firmly clasping those lower cheeks or simply having it pressed into him. As much as he can get, he'll take

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Now, if he ever catches you saying something bad about yourself, you're done for

You say it when you're home alone together? He's going to prove to you how beautiful and valuable you are through any methods he can think of

Lecture consisting mostly of him yelling about how much he loves you? Check

Tackling you in an aggressive hug and pinning you to the bed only to point out and gently kiss everything you dislike about yourself, telling you how much he loves it? Check

There's another thing I could mention he'd do, but my mom might read this, so I don't want to get into it, buuutt you can fill it in yourself 👀—

Say something bad out in public? He's going to give you a death glare and pull you aside as soon as he can to tell you to stop

If someone makes a nasty comment about you, they got a big storm comin

Let's just say that, after an extensive apology from the person, you probably won't see them again for weeks

Bakugou knows how to get to people

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Katsuki doesn't care about what you look like, as long as you're happy and healthy

He values how you carry yourself and how you treat him. Something as superfluous as appearance isn’t on his mind when choosing and loving a partner

He's a good person to vent to as well. It may not seem like he’s listening sometimes, but he his. His insight is truly outstanding. There's something about him where, when he wants to, he always knows the right thing to say

13/10 loves you just the way you are and knows you're beautiful. Would not hesitate bitch to throw hands to anyone who says otherwise

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Kirishima:

Idk if this is me just self projecting onto him or whatever, but high key I think Kirishima could have a thing for thicc people

Nothing against our skinny queens and kings! He'd love you either way

But like, I can 100% see it

So he honestly gets kinda offended when he realizes you're insecure about your body

He understands why you feel this way—he's not blind to the fact that you're a little bigger than some other people

What really gets him is why you put so much pressure on yourself to look a certain way. To him, you're the most beautiful wonderful person in his world. Why would you be so negative towards yourself?

He knows how it feels to be insecure, especially with appearance

If you want to change yourself, he's 100% supportive. Mans is literally the most perfect gym buddy and would love to be by your side on your journey of self improvement

If you're not interested in changing your appearance, whether it be simply just for now or even never, guess what? He's 100% supportive!

I've seen this everywhere, and if you're also a regular in this niche of fanfic, I'm sure you have too, but Kiri is the biggest hype man

New outfit? He's all over telling you how good you look. Flaunt it, babes!

New makeup look? Amazing! Beautiful!

Did something different with your hair? Yesyesyesyesyes

And he's completely genuine in his praise as well. It's not manly to be fake about your thoughts and beliefs, and he knows for a fact that you're beautiful, just the way you are. Confidence goes perfectly with any look!

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When it comes to cuddling, he's all over you

He'll respect it if you're uncomfortable being touched in some places, but what he wants most is to be as handsy with you as possible

He just wants to run his hands over every surface of your body. Nothing suggestive about it (unless you're in the mood! 😉), he just wants to feel you

Boob pillow? That's all his. It's like there's one magnet in your chest and another in the side of his head. They're just so soft and plush and squishy?? To die for! Even if your chest is comparatively small, he's still on you. You can't stop him

When his head isn't planted on your chest, it's settled on your belly. He likes the warmth against his cheek and finds every aspect of it cute

Rolls? Adorable! Stretch marks? Beautiful! Hair? Pretty!

11/10 you're getting tummy kithes and little teasing tickles every night you spend together

He loves your thighs. Being a little grabby with them is totally his thing

Yet another place to leave kisses. Maybe even love bites too `O.O`

Great place for him to take little naps. Literally I cannot stress enough how comfortable he finds you, immersed in your scent, cheek comfortably resting on the tops of your legs, your fingers carding through his soft red hair. You are literally Heaven on Earth to him

Insecure about your arms? He loves them. They lead to you, and give him the best cuddles and hugs ever in the whole wide world. He'll kiss them all the way up and down until you admit they're not so bad

That goes for everything though. If he catches you talking bad about yourself or your body, he will tackle you and start kissing you all over until you admit how beautiful you are

KISSES ON YOUR CHEEKS. CHUBBY CHEEKS ARE VERY ADORABLE AND COMPLETELY FREE KISSING REAL ESTATE

He won't hesitate to carry you around or let you sit on his lap. He's a hero (or even just training to be a hero). He's super strong and manly, and besides, what else are those muscles for? Punching bad guys? Nah, he's more interested in holding his favorite person in the world (oop, that's you!)

Doesn't matter how heavy you are (I'm also talking to all yee who are 200lbs+. I see you. He's got you), he can pick you up. Carrying around his s/o is 100% mandatory and you can't say no (well, I mean, you can but like, only if you truly mean it)

Any days you feel down on yourself, he can be a little more serious

He's a great listener and will hear every word you have to say without interrupting, even though a part of him wants to interject any time you may try to call yourself ugly or unattractive

Once you've vented everything out, he'll pull you into his arms and let you settle on his lap. Then he'll give you the hype/pep talk you need

Anything you don't like about yourself, he'll go on a whole rant about how much he loves it. It's not a flaw, it's just a part of who you are. And because it's a part of you, Kirishima is going to love it, no matter how much resentment you may feel towards it

He's a big hugger, so he wants to have you as close to him as he can. It helps him feel like he's making you feel better

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Heaven forbid someone tries to give you trouble for how you look

He won't react as explosively as Bakugou, but they still better be praying

Kirishima's going to give them a good long talk about treating others with respect and being manly. He's not leaving until they apologize

All in all, Kirishima will forever love you for who you are. He doesn't care about your body shape or size. As long as you're healthy and happy and being your best self, he's going to be all for you

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Dabi:

So this guy is not having ya insecure BS

He doesn't see any problem with the way you look

He really grows to like your body even more than he expected over the course of the relationship

He likes how much more of you he has to grab and kiss and smack (affectionately)

He's pretty open with PDA

He likes grabbing your ass where everyone can see and giving you a nice squeeze just to let you and everyone else know you're his

He's into making out with you behind the bar, just waiting for someone to walk in on you

Dabi isn't big on being soft in public, but behind closed doors, you'd find him giving softer kisses and lighter touches

Initially isn't big on cuddling but opens up to it more as he finds how soft and huggable you are

You can bet you're sitting on his lap whenever you can, whether it's alone together in your room or even during a meeting; this man has no shame (not that he should be)

When you open up to him about your insecurities, he'll be a little upset

He sees nothing wrong with you at all, so why is your body something to be upset over? If anything, he's more attracted to you like this

He has a bit of a hard time finding himself attractive due to his burns (he's so wrong tho), so in that sense, he can somewhat understand

Decides to make a bit of a pact with you to stop being so insecure about yourselves and making a big deal out of appearances

You both love each other for who you are, and that's what's important

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

Taglist: @a-happy-otter @basicaegyo @iiminibattlehero @katsugay @nabo39 @pyrofanatic @sendhelpimstupid @sokkasangel @xoxopam4

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iwaasfairy · 4 years ago

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Hii uh this is literally my first time doing this so I hope i didn't do anything wrong! :D

I have read a lot of your step daddy iwaizumi fics and they are really really good. But there has been something that is stuck in my mind. How can i explain this- how would daddy iwa be with with us like is he nice is he mean? When he has time does he cuddle with us? Watch TV with us? What other activities would he do other than fucking us. How is he with us basically? :) its okay if you dont want to do this but its just stuck in my mind lolol

Thank youu 💗

Ahh sweetheart, you’re so cute, you did nothing wrong at all. Thank you for your message and enjoying daddy iwa!! i really do love the both of them, they are probably one of the most ddlg-pairs i’ve written so far (along with mattsun) and though i can think of a few other readers i know could definitely be that too, it just feels so natural with daddy iwa, idk heheridzh i just love him very much ฅ(♡ơ ₃ơ)ฅ

tw ddlg-ish but fluff, stepcest

Step daddy Iwa in honest and some of the other thirsts is definitely strict but really really sweet. He does treat her a bit like someone who can’t take care of herself at times, always seeing you as more vunerable and small than you are, but it’s all out of love and concern. Iwa doesn’t really like you drinking that much, but he’ll always stay up to make sure you get home safe and will take off your make-up for you.

He gets you ready for bed pretty sloppily because he really can’t deal with your drunken clinginess and ridiculous demands, but he does it even when you grab to his arm and refuse to let him leave. Then he does cuddle you until you drift off, littering kisses on your sleepy face and along your shoulders, letting you play with his fingers (but only if your mom is away or asleep of course)

He works out with you sometimes, not because he makes you or anything but because he always wakes up two hours early to work out before he has to leave and you can’t stand not seeing daddy before he has to leave for the day. if it does happen that you don’t want to get up early for the day he always swings by your room to press a kiss to your head and tells you he loves you a dozen times until you’re just aware enough to hear it.

Step daddy iwa is definitely a bit of a lounger, I think. Because he’s so fit and active and his job’s got a lot to do with exercise in general, he probably comes home tired and takes a nap right when he gets back, and if you crawl onto him to snuggle up he’ll just look so contented and just sleeps for an hour like an animal resting in the sun.

But beside that you either watch tv (he’s not that big a fan of watching tv for long but sometimes he’ll get invested in a show he sees you watch any time he’s making dinner and he’ll casually ask you about it and when the next episode is coming out like he didn’t just stand and watch along for the last 40 minutes, he’s so cute pls help) or you do little activities together in the house.

I think most of his free time is spent taking care of you, in a way? Like he always has a bit of a need to protect you and check on you,, but he’ll never admit that to you. It’s obvious any time he forces you to take a break from non stop studying or working to talk to him for a bit. And I feel like Hajime has memorized how to do your hair and sometimes offers to do it and you just melt because ♡(˃͈ ^ ˂͈ ༶ ) he’s the most thoughtful ever.

He’ll still be strict when he needs to though, definitely when you’re acting up. He really can’t stand having you talking back to him, he just hates it so much. So you’re definitely not above punishments. But yes of course most of the time they spent with just the two of them is spent fucking/being fucked stupid because daddy is pretty busy with everything and has to do extra hours a lot so :/ they both really cherish just being in each other’s presence for domestic stuff

#honey mail #🥧daddy.iwa #tw.stepcest #he has my hEART WHAT CAN I SAY #I know I’m not much of a fluff writer but I tried oakdkdkksks

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years ago

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Decay

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request 1: Omg I just read the I have a boyfriend and the opposites attract and I'm aksjksjeje. Idk if ur taking requests, but in case u are I need more on that mother nature reader and Warren pleaaaaseee!!! Maybe something with angst, like some conflict in their relationship, but with a happy would be greatttttt I absolutely love ur writing x

Request 2: I have a idea for mother nature x warren: how about an angsty fic about their first fight? And for the first time mother nature feels heartbreak and is really hurt. Her eyes are pitch black and empty. Usually, when she relaxes, she grows pumpkins etc. But this time all the vegatables are rotten or too small. Maybe you feel inspired by this :) (would be great if it has a happy ending though haha) Thank you, you're great!

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, underage drinking, panic attack, and assault

Word Count: 8k

A/N: This took a long time but I hope you guys enjoy it! This builds more into Warren and Mother Nature’s relationship, probably set before fairytale

Everything had been perfect. Halloween was coming up, and (Y/N) asked Jubilee if she’d do a group costume with her and another girl.

Jubilee said yes, trusting (Y/N)’s opinion on people, for she always saw the good in them.

Jubilee took her, and the other girl, Jessie Rowe, to one of those pop up Halloween shops to look for costumes.

“We can just get inspired if we don’t see anything perfect, you know?” Jubilee said. “We can always make our costumes.” (Y/N) nodded while looking at the different colored crayon costumes.

“But it would be so much easier just to get one now. We could all go as like— sexy angels or something. In honor of Warren!” Jessie suggested.

(Y/N) grimaced a little at the outfit Jessie held up. She didn’t feel comfortable wearing something so thin and tight at some house party on a cold October night.

Jubilee laughed, “That’d be cute.”

“Come on,” Jessie nudged her. “(Y/N), I bet your boyfriend would go nuts seeing you in this.”

“Mmm, I think he might find it kind of offensive or something…” She didn’t want to go as a sexy anything for Halloween. No offense to anyone who did dress sexy on Halloween, but that just wasn’t (Y/N)’s vibe. “Not my thing anyway…”

“Oh, come on! He wouldn’t be offended; Warren’s such an angel. I bet he’d fuck you if you wore this.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide with shock. She’d never had someone be so blunt and explicit with her— Well, she had, but it wasn’t directed at her.

“Um, we’re going to a party, Jess…” (Y/N) awkwardly reminded her.

“I know, but you guys could sneak off somewhere or leave early. People do it all the time.”

“What about vampires?!” Jubilee interrupted, holding packages of fake fangs in her hands.

“Oh, that’d be fun! And we could get fake blood too!” Jessie put the angel outfit back on the rack and went to a different area with Jubilee.

(Y/N) followed behind, thankful for the interruption, but still thinking about Jessie’s comment.

“If you two do decide to fuck at the party, I want all the details…”

Why did she care so much if Warren and I are having sex?

She tried to focus on other things as Jubilee attempted to change the subject.

“Fruits? Personally, I’d like to be a strawberry.”

Jessie laughed, “We’re not in elementary.” Jubilee shrugged before holding up a banana costume and made a suggestive joke. Jessie and (Y/N) laughed at her.

“I think we should be pink ladies.” Jessie morphed her voice to sound like Olivia Newton-John.

“From Grease? But that’s so overdone,” Jubilee didn’t like the idea, but it was the first decent one Jessie had all day.

“I mean, if someone else shows up in the same costume, we’re technically not matching…” (Y/N) said.

“See?” Jessie smiled. “(Y/N)‘s smart!”

“Alright, alright, give me some time. I’ll think about it,” Jubilee stated.

“Trust me; you’ll come around.”

Warren was lying in bed, fast asleep. He’d just showered after training with Mystique and got his ass kicked. Even when he thought he was getting better, he still wasn't as good as her.

(Y/N) entered the room, excited to tell Warren about her Halloween costume plans.

Sure, she could have just texted him, but she hadn’t seen him all day.

“Warren, Angel baby—“ She quickly shut her mouth when she saw him sprawled over his bed, fast asleep.

She cooed over his sleeping figure, tempted to leave him as he was.

What if he’s been asleep for hours? Or all morning? It’s still light out, though. I better wake him up anyway.

(Y/N) tapped his shoulder and said his name a few times, trying to get a response from him.

He slowly stirred in his slumber, waking up from (Y/N)‘s interruption. “Hmm?...”

“Hey, War,”

“Mmm… what time is it?”

“3:48.”

“Join me.” (Y/N) sat on his bed, sitting next to him as he shifted, snuggling next to her, and slowly woke up. “How’d shopping go with Jubilee?”

“It was alright.” (Y/N) massaged his scalp as she retold her day. “Jessie kept shooting down our ideas and the ones she had Jubilee never really liked, so we didn’t exactly settle on anything…”

Warren looked up at her. “I thought you guys were going as crayons?”

“Jessie said no.”

“Why?”

(Y/N) shrugged, “She suggested we go as sexy angels.”

Warren’s facial expression was piqued with interest, despite him trying not to show it.

“I said that would be offensive to you, and we’d freeze to death anyway.”

Warren chuckled, “I’ll be there to keep you warm.”

“Aren’t you gonna be shirtless?”

“Maybe. I said I might— Roger Taylor didn’t wear a shirt most of the time.”

Warren was teaming up with Kurt, Scott, and Peter to dress up as Queen, the rock band, for Halloween.

“You could get sick! It might even rain on Halloween, which will make you even colder!”

“I’ll be fine.” Warren wasn’t too worried.

“Wear a jacket, please.”

“I will. I will…”

(Y/N) huffed, “Good… Cause if you don’t, I’ll bring you one, and it will be tacky and ugly and totally ruin your costume. So you better bring one…” She jokingly threatened.

Warren chuckled, “Yes, Mom.” (Y/N) laughed at his demeanor.

Warren looked up at her, lifting his head up, lips puckered. A way of silently asking for a kiss.

(Y/N) complied, and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Wanna get some food? I’m kind of hungry.”

Warren nodded. He finally, and officially, got out of bed since his nap, (Y/N) next to him.

As they were about to leave his room, a leaf fell from (Y/N)‘s head.

“You dropped a leaf.”

She frowned, eyes purple with embarrassment, “That’s the fifth one this week.”

Warren bent down to pick it up. “It’s fall. I’m surprised you still have a few left.”

“I’ve still got about a month.”

The vines wrapped around (Y/N)’s legs and the leaves in her hair were shedding— Just like the trees outside, as the weather dropped and plants prepared for winter.

Warren took the leaf and set it in a book. He liked to press any of (Y/N)‘s leaves he could get his hands on.

She thought it was silly, they were just leaves, but Warren liked them.

(Y/N) rummaged through the fridge for something to eat.

“I think there’s leftover Chinese from last night,” Warren told her.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to take those. They aren’t mine.”

“You can say I ate them. Ororo and Kurt took my pizza after we went to East Village Pizza.”

“Didn’t you label the box?”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, but it’s Kurt and Ororo. They ignored it.”

(Y/N) stifled a laugh as she took out some milk, deciding to make mac and cheese.

“They’re the only ones who don’t fear me.” He joked.

“Hey! I’m right here… and besides—“ She turned the stovetop on. “—No one here “fears” you. Not even the little kids. Jamie Donaldson told me he wanted to be you for Halloween.”

Warren tilted his head slightly in confusion.

The water in the pot had reached a boil and (Y/N) poured the dried noodles into it. “He said you were his hero. That he wanted to be like you when he got older.”

Warren dismissed it, “His friends are gonna tease him.”

“I’m sure they already do… he has gills… Deny it all you want, Worthington, but you’re not tough as nails. Underneath the metal, you’re a big softie who cries during The Notebook, and helps Alex teach the second graders.”

“Babe, everyone cries during the notebook, and I had a free period, and Alex needed help.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Mmhmm… well, you can’t let Jamie down. It would crush him.”

“I’m no—“ Warren stopped.

“You’re no what?” (Y/N) teased nonchalantly. She knew what he was going to say.

“You’ve trapped me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not gonna say it.”

(Y/N) mixed the milk, butter, and cheese powder in a separate bowl. “Say what?”

“Oh, so that’s how we’re gonna play it?”

“You’re too hard on yourself! Be honest and caring for once.” (Y/N) pouted.

“I’m not saying it. It’s dumb and cheesy.”

“Fine. Then you don’t get any of my mac and cheese.”

“I’ll steal some when you’re not looking.”

(Y/N) widened her eyes for comical intimidation. “I’m always looking.”

Warren crossed his arms, “I’m still not going to say it.”

“Please…”

“I’m a bad person, (Y/N), I’ve done bad things…”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly, “Isn’t your therapist Brenda helping you not sound like Batman so much?”

“Yeah.”

(Y/N) kissed his nose. “Okay, Angel.”

“(Y/N), I’m not—“

“Yes, you are! Say it.”

“Fine,” He caved. “I’m an angel.”

“Say it like you mean it. A positive tone of voice and affirmations improve a plant’s lifestyle and growth.”

Warren couldn’t deny the small smile on his face, “I’m an angel.”

(Y/N) squealed and kissed Warren’s lips. His cheeks were red, for he was flustered.

“Can you get some bowls? Mac and cheese is done.”

“Yeah, sure.” Warren got two bowls and forks for them both and set them on the counter.

(Y/N) scooped some macaroni into both bowls, then she and Warren sat on the barstools on the other side of the counter and chowed down.

Jessie entered the kitchen as they ate their food.

“Hey, (Y/N). Hey, Warren.”

“Hey, Jessie! I just made some Mac and cheese if you’re hungry.”

“I’m good, thanks. I don’t really eat carbs.”

“Oh… Okay…” (Y/N) looked down nervously at her bowl, trying to hide her purple eyes.

“Yeah, they just don’t agree with me, ya know?”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I don’t really like hot Cheetos.”

“See? We’re practically one and the same.” Jessie smirked.

Warren’s gaze kept shifting between the girls. He was confused at the tone of the conversation.

“Anyway, I came down here looking for you.” She said to (Y/N).

“Really? What’s up?”

“I convinced Jubilee that we should go as pink ladies.”

“That’s great!”

Jessie nodded, “We’re gonna get the stuff we need for our costumes tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me.” (Y/N) said.

“Uh, huh… what are you going as for Halloween?” Jessie asked Warren.

“A few other guys and I are going as Queen.”

“Ooooo! I love their music.”

Warren nodded, “Scott’s going as John Deacon, Peter’s going as Brian May, I’m going as Roger Taylor, and Kurt’s going as Freddie Mercury.”

Her voice shifted to a flawless British accent, “Well, I’m sure you’ll look amazing, darling.”

Warren laughed, “Thanks.”

“Of course… (Y/N) I’ll talk to you later about Halloween stuff.”

“Okay. See you later.”

As Jessie sauntered away, Warren was a bit unsettled by Jessie’s attitude but was more worried about his girlfriend.

“You need to eat some carbs…” (Y/N) mumbled.

“She’s probably just doing some fad diet,” Warren reassured her.

“I dunno…”

Warren shrugged and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “There’s no harm in eating macaroni… and no matter what you do, you’ll always be healthier than Peter.”

“Oh god, yeah,” (Y/N) jokingly grimaced. No offense to Pete’s lifestyle, but consuming only twinkies and Diet Pepsi would not go down well for Mother Nature, or anyone else.

“I’m gonna save the rest for later.” (Y/N) went through a cabinet looking for some Tupperware.

“Alright. Want me to put what we didn’t touch in another container?”

“Sure.”

—

The girls all grabbed pink ladies jackets and paid for them.

“I was thinking we wear all black— heels, shirt, and leggings or maybe like a skirt or something.”

“Heels?!” Jubilee shrieked. “You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna wear heels all night on Halloween.”

“It’s just for pictures,” Jessie reassured her. “And besides, you’ll kick them off at the door anyway.”

“Why would I wanna roam around barefoot at a party?”

“(Y/N)‘s barefoot all the time. To feel one with nature.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, eyes orange. “No, I’m not. I rarely ever do that…”

Jessie held up her hands in surrender, “Well, I heard it from Nancy Robinson…”

“She’s wrong… I told her I connect easily with plants.”

“She must have misunderstood.”

(Y/N) nodded, unsettled.

“Do you guys wanna go to the mall? There’s this cute little black dress at Forever 21 I wanna get for Halloween.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“I need to get some more foundation at Sephora,” Jessie stated.

“Good, cause we were going anyway.” Jubilee joked threateningly. Jessie and (Y/N) laughed.

As they walked around the Sephora, Jubilee scanned the isles for blue eyeshadows in different shades.

“Kurt asked me to do his makeup for Halloween. He wanted some 70s glam rock.”

“You’re gonna do a great job!” (Y/N) told her.

“For sure— I’m also doing Warren’s and Peter’s too.”

“They’re all going to look great. I hope we can get a group photo of them before they get all sweaty and tired out.”

Jubilee nodded, smiling, while she placed all her items on the counter to be rung up.

“Why didn’t Warren ask you to do his makeup?” Jessie asked.

“Oh, uh… I dunno.” (Y/N) shrugged. “I’m not very good at super dramatic glittery looks.”

“I’m just surprised he didn’t ask you, is all. I thought he would’ve, considering you’re dating.”

“I mean, he’ll probably ask to borrow my mascara or something... It’s not a big deal.”

Jessie raised her eyebrows in questioning before paying for her foundation. “If Scott was going to wear makeup, I’m sure he’d ask Jean to do it for him.”

“Scott would just want an excuse for his face to be inches away from Jean’s face, and for her to constantly be gazing into his eyes and glancing at his lips. Until they finally break the tension and spend the whole time making out, and Scott’s still not even wearing any makeup by the end.” Jubilee states.

“That’s very specific… Also, don’t they kind of do that already, anyway?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah,” Jubilee chuckled.

“Still, I don’t know why Warren didn’t ask you.” Jessie interrupted. “Maybe you should ask him.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, uh, I— I might.”

—

Warren was lounged on (Y/N)’s bed, focusing on a textbook assignment.

“Why didn’t you ask me to do your makeup?”

Warren looked up. “Hmm?”

“Jubilee said you asked her to do your makeup for Halloween… I could’ve done it.”

“Oh, uh, I mean Kurt asked her to do his, and then Peter asked her, and we both figured why not do mine too? She’s just going to do some eyeliner and highlighter. It’s no big deal.”

“Oh…” (Y/N)’s eyes flashed purple.

“Do you want to do my makeup?”

(Y/N) shook her head, her eyes slightly red and orange. “Never mind… It was stupid… I’m not even that good at makeup…”

Warren blinked, no longer focused on his homework. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I mean, if you wanna do my makeup, go ahead. I don’t care. If it’s that big of an issue—“

“It’s not an issue. I was just wondering why you didn’t ask me.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to do my makeup.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips. He was kind of right. She really couldn’t have cared less— Halloween was proving to be so stressful already.

“Yeah…” She mumbled.

“See, problem solved.”

A weird feeling of tension filled the air.

Warren and (Y/N) never fought, and they rarely argued or bickered over things that weren’t Warren’s low self-esteem.

Despite him saying, “Problem solved.” It didn’t feel that way.

—

Warren barged into Peter and Scott’s room. Inside were Scott, Kurt, and another kid.

“(Y/N) and I had an argument—“ Warren glanced at the short blonde guy sitting on Scott’s bed. “Who is he?”

“Warren, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is Warren,” Scott introduced. “Bobby’s new, he’s a freshman, and we’re kind of the only guys his age, so he’s just hanging out with us.”

“Hi,” Bobby awkwardly waved at Warren.

He waved back, “Hey.”

“Anyway— what happened with you and (Y/N)?”

Warren sat down on Peter’s bed. “We got into an argument about the dumbest thing…”

Kurt squinted his eyes in confusion, “That’s not— you guys don’t do that… Or is that a normal thing for most American couples? All the fighting and yelling.”

“Okay, first off Blue, you need to stop watching sit-coms with Jean and Jubilee where the middle-aged suburban couple’s hate each other’s guts. Second, we weren’t yelling, and it wasn’t really a fight fight, but there was uncomfortable tension.”

The other three boys were focused solely on Warren, waiting for him to explain more.

“She like got mad I didn’t ask her to do my makeup for Halloween, but then she wasn’t mad and said she didn’t even want to do my makeup. And like we settled it, but I still felt weird afterward. Almost like we didn’t settle it.”

Kurt was baffled, unsure of what to say. Scott was taking a moment to formulate a good response, but before he could even open his mouth, Bobby spewed some words of… wisdom.

“(Y/N)— I’m assuming you guys are dating, right?” Warren nodded.

“Okay… (Y/N) doesn’t care about who’s doing your makeup. She’s upset over something else but is using the makeup as a cover-up. She doesn’t want to admit she’s upset over… whatever she’s upset over, but she’s upset, so little things like, you not asking her if she’d do your makeup, are going to make her like, really mad, even if it seems like they shouldn’t or ordinarily wouldn’t.

You have to get her to talk, or find out from one of her girlfriends, what’s really upsetting her.”

The other boys left their mouths gaping, blinking in shock.

“You’re like, fourteen, why’d you give such good advice?”

Bobby shrugged, “My parents fight a lot. They need a divorce, but they’ll never get one.”

“I was gonna tell you to apologize…” Scott sheepishly admitted.

“Apologize for what?”

“I— I don’t know…”

“She said she was stressed out about Halloween…” Warren confessed.

“There you go—“ Bobby exclaimed. “—She’ll be fine. Don’t even worry about the little lovers’ quarrel you guys had.”

Warren nodded, feeling a little bit better about the situation.

He still wanted to talk to (Y/N), though.

—

“Hey, Jubes!”

“Oh, hey, Jessie. I was just headed to Bio, what’s up?”

“I heard, a few freshmen girls are going as Pink Ladies for Halloween—“

“And?” Jubilee hugged her binder tight in her arms.

Jessie huffed, “We just can’t go as the same thing as some freshmen girls!”

“Why not? Halloween is in two days! We can’t just change our costumes at the last minute.”

“Jubes, we’ll look like freshmen. We can’t have that!” Jubilee opened her mouth to object, but Jessie didn’t let her.

“(Y/N), and I already agreed we should switch. We’re going to go as the plastics from Mean Girls.” Jessie’s voice had shifted to sound like Rachel McAdams. “I’m gonna be Regina, and (Y/N) will be Karen.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I can go return my jacket.”

“Yeah!” Jessie grinned. “Plus you can wear your shirt that says “On Wednesdays we wear pink! Perfect!”

Jubilee smiled, “Yeah… Well, uh, I gotta go—“ She motioned to the door.

“Right! Don’t wanna make you tardy. I’ll see you later!”

“See ya.”

Weird, Jubilee thought to herself as she took a seat in Dr. McCoy’s classroom. But not unusual for Jessie, always changing her mind… She’s so wishy-washy on things… Oh well.

—

(Y/N) was quickly trying to finish her makeup and get dressed so she could help the little kids trick or treat.

Older students could volunteer to take the younger one’s trick or treating until 9, and then if they wanted, they could go to whatever house party the locals from the public school in the area were hosting.

Luckily for the X-Men, Jubilee was extremely popular with the public schoolers, and they were invited to most house parties.

Ororo had already left, for she had just worn a unicorn onesie she borrowed from Peter.

“I think this is his sister’s, but hey! It’s comfy.”

“You look great!” (Y/N) only glanced at Ororo, for she was worried about her own look for the night.

“Thanks, I’m sure you’re going to look great too. Don’t sweat it… you have a half-hour left.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs with the others!”

“Sounds good to me.”

The others being Scott, Jean, Kurt, and Warren. Jubilee, Peter, and Jessie had decided to skip the trick-or-treat assist and go straight to partying.

Warren knocked on (Y/N)’s door, asking if she was ready.

She opened it and stepped out.

Warren glanced up and down, checking her out. She looked good. Then again, she always looked good.

(Y/N) did the same, checking her boyfriend out. Maybe I should have gone as a slutty angel to compensate… Warren looks… hot.

Tight leather pants, a sparkly fringed vest with nothing underneath— showing off his toned abs— his classic, worn-out combat boots, and his makeup. Jubilee did an excellent job with it.

Her eyes were magenta.

Warren kissed her cheek. “You look great, babe!”

“Uh… thanks… um… you— you…”

Warren chuckled, “I look stupid, don’t I?”

“No! No— you look, whatever the opposite of stupid is… Stupidly hot, maybe…” (Y/N) felt like a pile of mush.

And for what? Warren in tight pants, no shirt, and black lines on his face? That was a regular Tuesday look for him.

“Maybe?” He teased. (Y/N) avoided eye contact, her eyes a vibrant purple.

Warren intertwined one of his hands with her and kissed her cheek again. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks…”

—

The gang made their way to the party a little after 9. It was in full swing by then, with loud music vibrating the outdoors. It just got amplified as they walked in.

“I’m gonna look for Peter,” Warren told (Y/N).

“I’m gonna try to find Jubilee and Jessie, get some group photos.” They parted ways, agreeing to meet up again later.

(Y/N) got distracted along the way— she danced to the Monster Mash with Jean and Kurt, helped with any trick or treaters that came to the door, (despite it not being her house), and she took a few photos with a group of freshmen also dressed up as pink ladies.

“Where are they?”

She spotted Jubilee’s big mop of black curls and quickly made her way over.

“Oh my gosh! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Jubilee and (Y/N) stared at each other, both extremely puzzled.

“Um…”

“Uh…”

“I thought we were going as pink ladies?”

“I thought we switched to The Plastics.”

“What?” (Y/N) asked.

Jubilee took a sip from her cup, “Jessie told me you guys agreed on us switching to the plastics cause a bunch of freshmen were going as pink ladies.”

“She never said anything to me bout going as the plastics. I haven’t seen her in like, two days.”

“What?” Jubilee was beyond confused.

“Yeah, I thought we were still all going as pink ladies. I even saw the freshmen you’re talking about, and they took photos with me!”

“That’s nice…”

“Why didn’t you clear this up with me, Jubes?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes slowly turning grey.

“I thought Jessie did. I was busy trying to scope out a good place to crash and party at.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms, “Where is Jessie, anyway?”

“I think she’s in the kitchen.”

—

Warren was trying to have fun at the party. He didn’t drink as he did in Germany, so everything just seemed less exciting… but with his friends, they never failed to disappoint.

He wanted to find Peter so they could get group pictures before a group of girls swarmed Kurt, fawning over his accent, soft blue fur, and gymnast body. Before Scott gave a little pep talk on safety to whichever friends would listen and then run off to make out with Jean in the nearest bathroom. And then he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend.

He found Kurt, no problem— but finding their Brian and John was proving much more difficult.

“Maybe Peter shouldn’t have worn a wig. We usually spot him due to his grey hair.”

“Then it wouldn’t go with the costume,” Kurt pointed out. “And the whole group would look out of place.”

“I guess so…” Warren spotted Scott as they walked into the kitchen. He was talking to the new kid— Bobby— with Jean next to him. “Let’s get Scott.”

Kurt waved at the group, and they motioned him over.

“Hey, guys! This is Bobby,” Jean introduced.

“We already met,” Warren explained. “Have you seen Peter?”

Jean shook her head.

“I think I saw him—“ Bobby spoke up while filling up a cup from the “monster mix” punch bowl. “He had on a big curly brown wig…?”

Kurt nodded, “Ja, that’s him!”

Bobby handed Kurt and Warren cups. Warren sighed quietly to himself. He didn’t want a drink of some mystery liquid. He knew there was probably alcohol— Bobby probably didn’t, though— the kid was a freshman. Warren didn’t have time to refuse it though, for Bobby told Kurt where he last saw Peter, and then— bamf!

Kurt teleported him and Warren to that same place. The backyard.

Warren felt a little nauseated— he hadn’t eaten anything all night except for a few pieces of candy, and the smell of sulfur was disgusting.

Peter ran up to them and quickly noticed Warren’s turmoil.

“Oh, dude! Here— drink up—“ He quickly put Warren’s cup in his mouth and almost forced him to drink up the “monster mix.”

“Peter—“ Kurt scolded. “That’s not water!”

Peter’s face paled. “Oh shit. Shit! Dude, I’m sorry— I thought— cause you don’t drink—“

“Bobby gave it to me… He doesn’t know any better. I can handle myself. It’s one drink.”

Peter almost scoffed at the mention of Bobby. “Who invited him?”

“Probably, Scott.”

“Why?”

“I dunno… Make him feel included, I guess…”

“You good?” Kurt asked Warren.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Let’s get Scott… Come on…”

They decided to walk back to the kitchen, like ordinary people.

Bobby was gone, but Scott was still there, along with Jean, and Ororo was there too this time.

“Did Bobby give you the monster mix?” Peter asked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, dude— I had like three cups of it, and I feel a little tipsy— I think— but dude! I’m so sorry—“

“Peter, it’s fine. It just burned a little going down. It was only one drink— I’ll be fine. Stop worrying.”

“Okay…”

“Hey! You found him.” Jean smiled. “Photo time!”

Everyone smiled and got into various poses and huddled little groups to take many silly pictures— many of them not even ending up on the group’s Instagrams— but still fun nonetheless. Jean telekinetically held up her phone so that everyone could be included in the pictures.

Warren could feel himself getting a little tipsy as they kept taking photos, but he ignored it.

“Oh my god! Warren!” It was Jessie. Not in a pink ladies costume.

Weird…

“(Y/N)’s been looking for you— come on, I’ll take you to her.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen.

He squinted his eyes, puzzled as to what was going on.

They were walking upstairs.

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs.”

It was dark.

Warren couldn’t see the figure in front of him too well anymore.

The highly spiked drink he had was starting to get to him.

The voice sounded like (Y/N)’s.

“You— You sounded like, (Y/N).”

She giggled lightly, “I am (Y/N), silly.”

“Oh.”

She led him upstairs into an empty room. The lights were off. He still couldn’t see her very well.

“Angel, baby,” She cooed. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He went to go and turn on a light, but she stopped him.

“Leave them off… I wanna have fun tonight…”

“Oh?” Is she talking about earlier, before we left the mansion? Has she been drinking? I would like to do stuff but—

“Mmhmm…” She kissed his neck and kept kissing him, leading up to his lips. He kissed her back, hands on her until they got near her neck— he wanted to tug on her hair a little, but upon touching it, he realized something was wrong.

He didn’t have time to figure it out, though, for someone opened the door.

Warren and the other person turned to see who it was.

It was Jubilee and (Y/N).

—

“Have you seen Jessie?” (Y/N) asked.

Her friends in the kitchen eyed her and Jubilee up, confused— weren’t they supposed to go as the same thing for Halloween?

“Um, she was just here. She said you were looking for Warren, and then they went upstairs.”

Jubilee glanced at (Y/N) nervously. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) and Jubilee headed upstairs to find the two.

Once they got to the top of the stairs, they walked around, trying to open every door they could to no prevail.

“Wait— Shh!” Jubilee whispered. She motioned to a door they hadn’t opened yet.

(Y/N) didn’t waste any time opening the door.

She wished she did, though.

Because she saw them.

Warren and Jessie, so close together. It looked like they had been kissing moments ago.

When Warren’s eyes met (Y/N)’s, she felt sick to her stomach. He looked lost, confused even.

He looked almost terrified.

—

Warren looked over at the girl who he thought was (Y/N). The light from the open door revealed it was Jessie.

Warren started internally panicking. He kissed Jessie thinking it was (Y/N)!

She can change her voice to sound like whoever she wants! How could I think— So stupid of me!

He looked over at (Y/N), trying to form words to say. Her eyes— they’d turned completely black. He couldn’t tell her iris and pupil apart. They’d never been pitch black before.

“(Y/N)! Jubilee! Thank goodness! I was looking for you guys—“

“No, you weren’t… What’s going on?”

“Warren’s drunk he thought I was you and he tried to come onto me—“

“No, I didn’t!” (Y/N) glared at Warren meticulously, making him shut up.

“He kissed me! Can you believe it?! He couldn’t tell his own girlfriend apart from me, and he was forceful!” Jessie stepped away from him in “fear.”

“You’re lying— I would never—“

(Y/N) wasn’t even paying attention anymore. Everyone could see that.

“I’m going home.”

“What? (Y/N)—“

She glared at Jessie, “Fuck off. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. And you—“ She looked at Warren. She felt her heart breaking, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She didn’t know what to think, and she was so tired. “We’ll talk about this later. I’m leaving.”

“(Y/N)—“

—

She took a ride home with the freshmen girls. They didn’t ask why she needed one or why her eyes were all black.

(Y/N) wasn’t in the mood to answer them anyway.

How could he do this? It doesn’t feel right! But Jessie— Jessie wouldn’t lie to me. Would she?

She was snapped out of her thought when one of the girls gasped.

“Look! Look at all the plants! They’re all dead! Even the carved pumpkins are rotting.”

“Yeah, Lily, that’s what plants do—“

“No, look!” Everyone looked through the car window, shocked by what they saw.

(Y/N) took one look at the dead plants and started shaking. She didn’t have the strength to bring them back to good health.

It worried her, but her mind kept focusing on Warren…

—

Jubilee dragged her friends outside to the front yard. She had Jean use her powers to keep them from running off anywhere.

A few people were watching, but she couldn’t have cared less.

“Okay! What the hell happened? And none of the bullshit you told (Y/N) earlier! I know you took Warren upstairs, Jess. I know you didn’t tell (Y/N) we changed our group costume at the last minute, and I usually don’t say this kind of stuff, and I've held it back for (Y/N)’s sake, especially since she felt bad for you! And asked if you could do a group costume with us.” Jubilee was practically fuming, sparks almost igniting in her hands.

“You’re kind of a bitch.”

“Jubilee! Warren tried to fuck me! He was drunk and not acting right, and he started kissing me and stuff!”

“Warren doesn’t drink!”

Kurt glanced at Peter and Scott before speaking up, “Warren had one drink…”

“Okay? That’s not going to get him shitfaced enough to fuck you!” Jubilee stared at Warren, trying to see if he’d finally speak.

“I was a little tipsy, and Jessie said you and (Y/N) were upstairs. It got dark, and I thought I heard (Y/N) talking to me, but I think it was just Jess. She started kissing me, and it took me a minute, but I realized it wasn’t (Y/N). Then you guys came in.”

Everyone was in shock about Warren’s side of the story.

“Isn’t it illegal to lie about this kind of stuff… and to kiss someone without consent?” Kurt whispered to Scott.

“Probably.”

“He’s lying!” Jessie exclaimed.

“Jean, read my mind. Read Jessie’s. I’m not lying!”

“He’s a monster! Why should you believe him?!” Jessie spat.

Warren was disgusted by her words. “You tried to fuck me!”

“And with all your weird questions and comments about their sex life, I’m not surprised you kissed Warren,” Jubilee stated angrily.

“He kissed me back!”

“He thought you were someone else!”

“Guys! Shut up!” Jean told them. “I’m trying to focus!”

She dove into Warren’s mind to see the events play out before her. She did the same when in Jessie’s mind.

“Warren was telling the truth.”

—

As (Y/N) walked into her room, every plant in there withered and died.

Typically, she’d fall to the ground and sob for accidentally killing what she practically considered her children, but she felt too numb. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto her bed. The vines around her bed didn’t even move out of her way. They were lifeless and still, just like her.

(Y/N) was restless trying to sleep. She only slept for about fifteen minutes, and when she awoke, she was covered in ivy… poison ivy.

Most of the time, when she was restless, she’d grow a watermelon or a pumpkin in her sleep, but this was new. She didn’t want to spread it to Ororo or let her see that she killed all the plants in the room.

She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down a note for Ororo, telling her what happened and for her to not come in until the ivy went away, and it was safe.

She quickly tapped the note to the door and locked herself inside.

The rest of the gang quickly headed home. They didn’t notice all the decaying plants outside.

Scott parked in the garage.

“Hey, Kurt…”

“Ja, Ororo?”

“I need to check on some of the plants in the attic. I didn’t have enough time to water them all before we went out. Can you take me up there?”

Kurt nodded, “Yeah, of course.”

They were gone in the blink of an eye.

Everyone else was lingering around, deciding on what to do.

“I’m going to go talk to (Y/N)—“

A blood piercing scream interrupted Warren’s words.

“Oh my god! Is that Ororo?”

“I think so!”

Jean used her telepathic powers to see what was wrong.

“All the plants… they’re dead!”

“Jean, check the fridge. See if the fruits and vegetables are alright,” Xavier instructed.

She opened the fridge, and to her horror, the produce rotted.

“But— I went with Sean and Raven to the grocery store two days ago! It shouldn’t have all gone bad.” Peter was puzzled.

“Do you think it was (Y/N)?” Jubilee asked.

“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Warren head off to her dorm room.

He felt so guilty and heartbroken. Even though it technically wasn’t his fault, he felt pathetic for not being able to tell his girlfriend apart from a stranger in the dark.

He kissed Jessie! Nothing was going to undo that.

Warren stopped at (Y/N)’s door, about to knock, but he was distracted by the note on it. He removed it off the door and read it.

“I’m not feeling great right now, and I accidentally grew some poison ivy when I took a nap. I’m trying to get it to go away, but for now, people shouldn’t come in. I don’t want it to spread around. Also, I killed all the plants in our room. They’re going to be fine, but for now, I can’t help them.”

Warren knocked on the door, holding the note in his hand. “(Y/N)?”

“You can’t come in here.”

“Can you open the door?” He pleaded.

“No, you can’t get close to me. The ivy came from me. I don’t want it to spread.”

“I won’t come in.”

“Warren,” She cried. “Can’t you just wait?!”

“I want— I need you to know what actually happened.”

It was silent from (Y/N)’s side of the door.

“(Y/N)?...”

She didn’t respond, but Warren heard her unlocking and opening the door. He took a few steps back to respect her boundaries and commands.

He took in her appearance. She switched from her pink ladies outfit to some pajamas. She didn’t wash her makeup off makeup, so it smeared all over her face.

Her hair was messy and her eyes… her eyes were pitch black.

“I went to go look for Peter. I looked in the kitchen and didn’t see him. The new kid— Bobby— he gave me a drink, and I didn’t know how to explain I didn’t want it. Kurt teleported me to the back porch when we got word Peter was outside. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, so I felt a little sick. Peter came over to us and noticed I looked bad and had me force down whatever was in my cup. He assumed it was water or something else non-alcoholic, cause I don’t drink.”

“I was like, ‘this is fine. It’s one drink of vodka, cranberry sprite, some hooch, and like whatever else was in the monster mix.’ Then we took photos in our Queen costumes and goofed around for an hour. I was getting a little tipsy, but I didn’t think it was that bad. Jessie came in, saying you were looking for me. And she just dragged me upstairs. It was extremely dark, and my brain was getting a little fuzzy, and Jessie shifted her voice to sound like yours… She led me into a dark room and said she wanted to like, hook up, or do stuff. I tried to explain to her I’d been drinking, but she started kissing me before I could.”

(Y/N) stood on the other side of the door, listening inventively to Warren.

“I kissed her back. Then I realized it wasn’t you— it didn’t feel right— and then you walked in.”

(Y/N) sighed. She was sure he was telling the truth. Their friends wouldn’t let him come up and see her otherwise.

“I am so sorry…”

“Yeah, um… Jessie’s kind of… kind of mean. But like— I just— I got so upset because of a lot of different things. Um, Jessie had been asking and saying stuff about our relationship— saying like, we should have sex after the party, I should hoe it up more, or trying to get me to accuse you of not trusting me cause you didn’t ask me to do your makeup… and I just thought she was being weird or whatever, cause like, those were the vibes she’d given me almost all the time. I never thought she simply wouldn’t like me. Especially since I asked if she wanted to do a group costume with Jubilee and me… and I just—“ (Y/N) scrunched her nose. “I don’t let stuff like that get to me, but… but I’m so inexperienced, and you’re not. I don’t really care if people talk about whatever they do behind closed doors. I don’t care about that… I just don’t want people interpreting that I’m like the Virgin Mary, or there’s a problem in our relationship, cause there’s not. There’s not!”

(Y/N) started crying. She was crying and shivering, and poison ivy started growing and wrapping itself around her body.

“I’m not mad at you. I just…” She sighed.

“...Am I not enough?”

“What?” Warren was confused.

“Would you leave me for her? Or anyone else?”

“No. Never— I should have done more, I shouldn’t have followed her or let myself believe it was you— I’m so fucking stupid.”

Her voice was stern. “No. You’re not stupid. I just… I just need some time to think and be alone right now.”

“Whatever you want,” Warren nodded timidly. “I’ll tell Ororo she needs to sleep with Jean and Jubilee for the night… Although I doubt she’ll leave the attic.”

“What happened in the attic?”

“All the plants in the attic died… She’s extremely torn up about it… (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) zoned out a little, her heart was pounding heavily in her chest, she was sweating, quivering, and all she could focus on was how she killed everything. Everything she loved and touched, she destroyed it. She couldn’t control herself, and she was hurting the world around her. She heard Warren yelling her name, but she couldn’t find herself to respond. Her breath was quick and eradicating.

Warren was trying his best to respect her wishes by not coming to close, but he had to help her.

“(Y/N)— (Y/N), baby, look at me, look at me,” Warren stepped closer to her. “Sit down, sit down, okay?” He helped her sit down on the ground. She leaned against the right side of the doorframe.

“Um, I need you to— I need you to focus on my voice. Focus on me, okay?”

“I just— my entire life—“ She broke into a sob.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. The plants are going to be okay. We’re going to get through this. I need you to breathe. Focus on my breathing, okay?”

“I can’t!” The ivy from her body was overgrowing rapidly, clinging onto Warren.

“Yes, you can. Just focus, you’re going to be okay.” He put one of his hands on her arm to stop her from shaking. Her muscles tensed at first, but they slowly relaxed under his touch.

“You’re doing good, just breathe in slowly, okay? Copy me—“ Warren slowly inhaled air. (Y/N) tried to copy him, but it didn’t help her out. The ivy kept growing around the two of them, getting tight as it tangled between them.

Warren had to move closer to (Y/N), to try and make more space. He wrapped his arms around her body. The out of control vines caused his grip to tighten on her.

The feelings of his arms pressing against her helped (Y/N) focus in on something.

“(Y/N)? Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. Close your eyes and just focus on my voice, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“I…” (Y/N) felt dizzy and nauseous like it was just piling up inside her.

Warren coaxed her into slowing her breathing down, but her heart was pounding. Every breath she took felt shaky.

Yet, the ivy slowed down, wrapping itself around Warren and (Y/N) like old stone walls.

She was slightly shaking still, but her mind wasn’t getting as overwhelmed anymore.

“Hey, hey… Sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay… the ivy stopped. It’s okay.”

“It— it did?”

Warren nodded, “Uh, huh. Everything’s going to be alright.” (Y/N) slowly stopped shaking and buried herself into Warren’s chest.

“Do you want to get some water or maybe take a shower?”

“Um, yeah, but I can’t— I can’t get rid of the poison ivy… Like I can’t—“

“That’s okay. We can just leave it.”

“Oh, okay…”

“Let’s go shower in my room, okay?”

She nodded.

“Can you walk, okay?” He asked her.

“Um, I think— I don’t know— I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, no, no. It’s okay. I can carry you.”

Warren carefully scooped her up in his arms. He looked at her once over before heading to his room.

He set her down on the edge of his bed. “Do you want me to help you get undressed?”

“I can do it.” She answered in a small voice.

Warren nodded, “Okay, I’m gonna get undressed too.”

Warren didn’t face her as he stripped off what little clothing he had on and threw it in a small pile.

“Is it okay if I take my underwear off?” (Y/N) nervously asked.

“Yeah, we’re going to shower. It’s okay.”

(Y/N) left her clothes on Warren’s bed. She slowly got up, and Warren quickly rushed to her aide. She used him for support as they walked into his bathroom.

He turned the shower on and let it heat up for a minute before stepping in.

(Y/N) leaned against Warren’s chest as the water rained on them both.

“Is the water warm enough? Is it too hot?”

“It’s fine,” She mumbled.

Warren nodded, understanding she didn’t really want to talk.

He grabbed his shampoo from the edge of the tub and poured some into his hands. Warren rubbed his hands together before massaging the shampoo into (Y/N)’s hair. It was hard to rake through, her hair was thick and tangled, but he tried his best.

He applied a little conditioner to her ends. (Y/N) hummed against his chest.

He chuckled to himself, “You asleep?”

“Mhmm…” She half-heartedly replied.

“Wanna go to bed?” He asked. (Y/N) nodded, and Warren felt it against his chest.

He washed the conditioner out of her hair and turned the water off.

He grabbed a towel and helped (Y/N) dry off. When he finished, (Y/N) sat on the edge of the tub and watched Warren dry off.

His eyes caught (Y/N)’s in the mirror. She looked better than before, a bit more relaxed, but still nervous.

“I’m really sorry for what happened at the party…”

“I’m sorry about… you know…”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, um, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. And, and I’m here for you— always. If you want to talk about it, or not.”

“Same goes for you.”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, yeah, um, let me get us some clothes.” Warren stepped out of the bathroom for a moment.

He gave (Y/N) one of his much larger sweatshirts without holes in the back and a pair of boxers. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, um, these are fine. Thanks.”

Warren nodded and stepped out of the bathroom again, so (Y/N) could get dressed in private.

Warren was planning to sleep on the floor for (Y/N)’s sake, as not to make her uncomfortable, but she objected to it.

“I… I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m right here,” Warren was quick to wrap (Y/N) up in his arms, having them both get under the blankets on his bed. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re safe…”

“Promise?” She asked, looking up at him. Her eyes weren’t entirely black anymore, but they were very gray. He could have sworn they were pink for a moment, but they were just grey.

“I promise.”

(Y/N) was reassured by his words and snuggled into Warren’s chest. His wings wrapped around them, almost like a cocoon.

“Can… Can you kiss me, please?” (Y/N) asked. “Just like, my forehead or something…”

“Of course.” Warren laid a small kiss on the top of her head before whispering, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Angel.”

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yahsung · 5 years ago

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QUARANTINE WITH BOYFRIEND!JENO

this quarantine is so ugly like i’m going insane in my own house so here’s some well deserved wholesome jeno content

given that the two of you live so close to each other, in the same neighborhood, jeno often comes to your house by surprise

“hm should i watch on my blo– jeno, what are you- what if you catch the virus!! you have to be careful >:/”

“did i hear on my block, are you watching tv”

completely ignoring you as he shuts your bedroom door behind him

he does take a lot of caution while literally running going to your house though

he knows how serious you’re taking the quarantine... but sometimes he just misses you that much

“mm i can’t go an hour without seeing you ): don’t get mad ): ily ):” snuggling his face in the crook of your neck,, brb gonna go cry

will continuously apologize to you for “putting himself in risk” till you give in to his puppy eyes and pouty lips

“as long as you stop going out it’s alright...”

“alright i’ll tell my parents i’m staying over for the next two weeks”

“jeno you can’t just-”

“but the risks babe”

but he walked over to your house why can’t he just walk back to his

you have enough of his clothes around your room for him to stay over a couple nights anyways, there’s no worries there

you’re even wearing one of his hoodies, hood over your bed head, hands hidden with the sleeves

“): you look so cute bb lemme kith”

the two of you spend your days together during quarantine like you would without it

watching youtube on your laptop or netflix on your tv.. maybe even both, one watching a netflix show while the other listens to a recently released music video

“omg jeno look who just dropped a music video what the heck”

“babe i been watch that, keep up, ur too slow”

or you’re showing him a new tiktok dance you learned, him soon getting up to learn with you

“wait when did you learn this i was here yesterday too”

“this morning hehe”

your parents aren’t even worried about him coming and sleeping over a couple nights or forever they really don’t mind

the boy has never done anything to give them a reason to not like him.. they probably like him more than you lmao

“hey sweetie dinners ready- jeno? when did you get here? why didn’t you tell me he was here”

“mom who do you think i was laughing and giggling with”

“idk you’re weird like that, anyways hi jeno hows your mom”

wow she done did her offspring like that

“jeno’s here? hey we bought some of that ice cream you like, oh and snacks- eat what you want” even your dad likes him omg

jeno’s a well rounded person, he likes a lot of things, so he ends up leaving your room for a bit to watch your dads favorite show with him and comes back with his arms filled with snacks

“hey i came back with honeybuns let’s get a bit wild babe”

cue wrapper after wrapper, y’all rlly went ham on the honeybuns

a lot of kisses and pecks ): jeno likes kissing your hands while watching tv and does it even more if you start giggling ):

he even learned how to braid for when he’s bored... sometimes you’ll wake up from a nap with a whole fishtail braid

“what the- you learned the fishtail braid??”

“you were out for three hours it took me fifteen minutes to get it lol”

you’ll look up at him and he has multiple short braids in his hair, giggling at how cute he is

sometimes the two of you will just be quiet for a long time, on your phones just in the comfort of each other’s presence and he’ll just

“have you ever thought about learning the animal crossing language”

and you’ll just start a discussion over it

y’all literally share ONE braincell but thats fine

“ok but isabelle is literally such an independent young woman and i strive to be like her one day”

“right like how is she so powerful it’s so scary”

you guys have the type of relationship that build dream homes in games like minecraft, sims, animal crossing- do i need to say more y’all are soft as heck ):

though the two of you have spent all day together, you’ll both stay up and quietly giggle with each other through the night

or just do anything really

“wait look i brought coloring books from my house.... do you wanna color omg”

“wait yeah what kind of coloring books”

the amount of SELFIES you guys take together it’s crazy

your guys photos are filled with pictures of selfies or pictures of one another

your social media’s??? please all your friends keep telling you guys to stop it’s all so mushy and cute

some night you guys will do face masks, eating fruit on your bedroom floor as you two talk about anything and everything????

other night you guys will be sitting on the living room floor with your parents and having movie marathons, cuddled up in blankets

sometimes you’ll go to his house instead, switching from time to time, but you’ll go to his house once he’s leaving yours

the two of you basically do the same things you did at your house at his

you guys aren’t just in a relationship, you two are besties ): and literally can’t go a day without seeing one another ): it’s so cute

the two of you strictly stay inside one another’s house, only really leaving when moving to either houses lmao

you guys try your best to make great memories despite what’s happening, boredom never really hitting when you’re together

imagine being this in love omg must be nice

anyways guys pls be careful and take care of yourselves, wash your hands!! be careful of yourself and others if you’re out!!

hopefully this helped you raise your happiness a bit and made you at least a bit less bored ://

this do be a bit short doe but it’s 4 am hehe

maybe i’ll do one of these quarantine things with each nct member??? i can hear my braincells frying already lmao

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nattikay · 5 years ago

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@arcadia-trash @keepin-it-crispy @elizabethemerald yeah idk what the point of this fic even is but it’s got some Jlaire in it so ^^;

It was nice to be back in Arcadia, if only temporarily. New Trollmarket, while still much smaller and less intricate that its centuries-old predecessor, was established and thriving around the New Jersey Heartstone, and to celebrate the success of their quest Jim, Claire, and Blinky had gathered together in the newly-running Gyre station to visit the friends and family they’d left behind in California.

The trio were greeted with a plethora of hugs and shouts for joy as they reunited, Toby in particular talking a mile a minute, excitedly raving about everything they’d missed while on their journey and insisting that they had to come along and properly meet Krel tomorrow. Jim, Claire, and Blinky were already more-or-less familiar of the supernatural goings-on of their hometown over the past few months, of course, thanks to the ever-useful invention of cell phones and texting--but it was special to hear about it face-to-face.

These joyful greetings were short-lived, however, as the time was late--they’d decided to travel at night just to make sure Jim and Blinky would be safe from the sun. And so they all soon found themselves saying goodnight and heading their separate ways--Claire with her family, Jim with his mother, and Blinky with Toby, Aarrrgh, and Dictatious--with promises to come together to hang out for real the next morning with a celebratory breakfast.

“We can do it at my house,” Jim offered, tusks protruding from his toothy grin. “Food’s on me.”

“Can’t wait!” called Toby, waving over his shoulder as he and Blinky made their way over towards the Domzalski home.

“See you then,” added Claire, pulling Jim down for a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off to her own street.

Jim smiled and waved back, watching a moment as his girlfriend, best friend, and essentially-adopted-father walked off in different directions before turning back into his own house.

“Mom?” he called, not seeing Barbara in the front room where she’d been just minutes before.

“I’m here,” she responded, walking in with a pile of blankets and a pillow, which she promptly handed to Jim with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but I’m afraid you’re gonna have to sleep on the couch...see, with Walt and I somehow getting roped into looking after all the changeling familiars, well, we needed space to put them all and well, with you not here--”

“It’s ok, Mom, I understand,” said Jim, mildly disappointed but not surprised. As much as he’d miss his old room, he couldn’t really fault her reasoning given the circumstances. Besides, a couch would still be way more comfortable than the forest floors and hard stone caves he’d slept on during the exodus to New Jersey.

“Thank you,” said Barbara with a hint of relief. “It’s getting pretty late, you go on and get some sleep. I love you,” she added, moving in to hug her son one more time, which he gladly returned.

“Love you too, Mom. Goodnight.”

Barbara grinned appreciatively as she headed back up the stairs, leaving Jim to set up the pillows and blankets as comfortably as he could on the couch. He drew the blinds (didn’t want to wake up to a burned stone shoulder or something if the sun rose before he woke up, after all), placed the pillows and set the blankets. That doesn’t look too bad, he thought as he examined his handiwork. Satisfied, he went to brush his teeth, change his clothes, and turn out the lights before crawling under the blankets and closing his eyes.

It was decidedly more comfortable than a cold stone cave, and yet...yet...

“Uuugggh. Why can’t I fall asleep?!” Jim growled to himself as he adjusted his position for what felt like the fiftieth time.

It’s not that he wasn’t tired...well, it wasn’t like the Gyre journey had been particularly long or exhausting or anything, but he was the...normal amount of tired, he supposed. The same that he was every night.

Was it maybe his horns getting in the way? ...nah, he’d gotten used to sleeping around those months ago, there’s no reason it should suddenly start bothering him now.

Perhaps it was the strangeness of sleeping on the couch in his own home, now that his childhood room had been taken over by a bunch of babies? Maybe...but somehow he didn’t feel like that was quite the full story.

So what was it?

Groaning, Jim turned over once more and tried again to drift off into sleep.

.oOo.

The sun was shining through the blinds (though not directly enough to cause any harm) when Jim was roused the next morning by a cheerful voice wafting over from the door.

“--morning, Dr. L!”

“Hi, Toby! Come on in...you’re a bit early, I don’t think Jim’s even up yet, let alone making breakfast.”

“That’s ok!” said Toby, bounding into the front room as Jim sat up, rubbing his bleary eyes. He’d managed to get a little sleep that night, but none of it had been restful, and he was left feeling even more tired than he’d been before.

“Hey, dude!” Toby greeted his best friend excitedly. “Aarrrgh and Blinky’ll be coming through the sewers; while you were gone Aarrrgh connected that old hole Draal made in your basement to one in our house. But Nana and I are here now, so---oh man,” he broke off, noticing the bags under Jim’s eyes. “You alright dude? You look awful. Did you sleep ok?”

“I mean, not really,” said Jim, stifling a yawn. “But it’s ok. Happens to everyone, yeah? Let’s go get that breakfast party started,” He sat up and stretched before heading towards the kitchen, hair and scruff a mess and still in his pajamas.

“What do you think we should do, pancakes or waffles?” he called back over his shoulder.

“Oh, I’m totally feeling waffles!” said Toby.

“Waffles it is,” said Jim, gathering ingredients for the batter.

About five minutes later Blinky and Aarrrgh emerged from the basement, plopping down in the front room to chat amiably with Toby, Nana, Barbara, and Strickler (who, Jim noticed, was holding a babbling infant that he recognized as the changeling’s own former familiar).

In another ten, the food was ready.

“Alright, we got fresh waffles for whoever wants ‘em,” the half-troll called from the kitchen. “Along with whipped cream, syrup, and fruit, or for anyone who wants some more trollish toppings, some old sock bits and tin foil,”

“Alriiiiight!” exclaimed Toby, leaping up and helping himself as the adults followed closely behind.

“Can’t tell you how much I’ve missed the smell of your cooking, kiddo,” said Barbara, to which Jim shrugged, smiling.

Just then another knock sounded at the door. Strickler, being the closest, answered it and let the Nuñezes in.

“Sorry we’re a bit late,” apologized Ophelia, “It was a little hard to drag Claire out of bed this morning...she’s usually so good with mornings, but I guess she’s been busy with that quest...”

“Oh, you’re alright; in fact, you’re right on time,” assured Strickler, ushering them in. “The food has just been put out...”

Upon the invitation, Claire made a beeline for Jim, slipping her arm around her boyfriend in a comfortable side-hug.

“You’re looking professional this morning, Chef Jim,” she teased, eyeing his pajamas and messy mane.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” shrugged Jim. “Honestly, I wasn’t even really up until Toby came over...didn’t sleep all that well last night,”

“You too, huh?” asked Claire, and sure enough when Jim glanced down she also had a bleary look in her eyes and while she had at least put on day clothes her hair, bound by its many clips, was slightly disheveled.

You couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, surprised. “Not even in your own bed?”

“Apparently not. It was weird...it was like something wasn’t quite right, for some reason...but anyways,” Claire continued, shaking off the mystery, “Let’s try some of these waffles, they smell amazing!”

.oOo.

Once everyone had eaten, a few began to disperse. Nana Domzalski retreated to her house to check up on her cats; Ophelia and Javier returned to their daily schedule with little Enrique in tow. Stickler went upstairs to feed the familiars and Barbara insisted on washing the dishes (”You made the food for everyone and you did wonderfully, now you sit back and let me clean it up!” she’d told Jim when he offered to help). That left Jim, Claire, Toby, Blinky, and Aarrrgh in the front room while Toby excitedly showed off some of the new magic tricks he and Aarrrgh had perfected to Blinky.

Jim sat on his little couch-corner, the furnishing still covered in the ruffled blankets he’d slept under (or at least, tried to) last night. Claire was leaned into his side, watching Toby’s magic act as she lazily ran her fingers through Jim’s scruff. Jim wasn’t sure he could remember ever feeling so relaxed before. In fact, he felt like he was just about to drift off to--

“Hey, I think that’s what was missing,” said Claire suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Last night, when I had trouble sleeping. That’s what was missing.”

“...what was it?”

Claire snuggled in closer.

“Your heartbeat,” she said simply. “I guess I’d gotten so used to sleeping to it in New Trollmarket and on the journey that suddenly not having it was just...off,”

Jim took a moment to absorb this statement, eyes slowly widening. Oh. Oh.

“Ooohhhh,” he said out loud. “...man, that makes so much sense now! You were missing my...my heartbeat and I guess I was missing...your scent...oh man,” he shook his head, followed by a yawn. “That explains a lot.”

“I know we have a lot to do today, or a least a lot Toby wants us to do,” droned Claire contentedly, voice growing drowsier by the word, “but now that we have...what was missing...maybe a quick nap first would be best,”

“...yeah,” Jim managed, smiling warmly as his eyes grew heavy. “Yeah, that’s a good idea...”

And the two drifted off into a very contented snooze.

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #fanfic #jlaire #(well some at least)#yyyyyeah I don't even know what this fic is really #just a rambly self-indulgent mess in an attempt to write out a scene that likes to float around in my head #not really well-rehearsed or much real plot just rambling ^^;#whoop #well idk maybe *someone* else will enjoy it #meh...#honestly I just kinda like the idea of jim and claire growing to be kinda codependant sleepers #like I get that irl it'd be hecka inconvenient but like....snuggles ^^;#like I said just a self-indulgent mess....#yeah

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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When's the last time you had fast food? Last week, finallyyyy. My dad surprised us by taking home food from Jollibee. It was an awesome reunion haha. What do you think of people with animal heads on their wall? I’m personally not a fan of it, especially if the head happens to be real and they were the one who killed it.

Do spinny chairs = greatness? They’re fun but they’re not all the way up there. How old is the youngest person you know? That would be my third cousin Jethro, who turned two a few weeks ago. Do all bottled water brands taste the same? Nope, I definitely have my preferred brands.

Do your headphones break frequently? They didn’t, back when I still preferred headphones. When's the last time you walked backwards? This morning when I was messing with Cooper up on the rooftop. Do you think your parents have a favorite child? When we were kids it was obvious that my mom favored my brother since he was the youngest, had behavior issues, and needed more patience. In the present though I think I’ve turned into the favorite kid hahaha. Growing up, did you have an imaginary friend? Just for a few minutes before I got bored with pretending. When I got older, I realized that was the start of the complete lack of creativity on my end. Are you afraid of spiders? Not always but it’s so creepy when the small spiders jump from one point to another. They move so fast D: Do you like touch-screens? I mean that’s the norm nowadays, so I don’t really have a choice. They were fun when they were new, though. Last item stolen from you? My umbrella. Which person do you wish had more time to spend with you? All my college friends. Which extinct animal species would you like to bring back? All the ones that died due to human activity. Is the Irish drinking stereotype accurate? ...I’m Asian. What''s your favorite thing to snuggle? Just a pillow. Sometimes Cooper, when he’s not too active. Do you throw things when you get mad? No but I’ll sometimes smack things near me, like a table. Who do you wish you could live with? Myself, haha. Have you ever been afraid of being replaced? Yes, pretty often. Do you like magic tricks? I love when a kid’s party has a magician because it makes me feel like a kid again, but in any other situation I wouldn’t really enjoy magic tricks. Do you have any seemingly unrealistic goals in life? I guess, like how big I want my future house to be. Who supports them the most? I don’t really share my goals with other people. What is one way to win your trust? Idk I’m pretty trusting so my only thing with people is that they don’t act immaturely. I don’t like associating myself with people who still act childish; it’s the best way to let me know I can’t rely on them. Ever just stare at the moon? Not really. I like looking at the stars more, because they’re farther and thus more interesting to me. When's the next time you'll say 'I love you'? Probably when my dogs wake up from their naps. What is the last awkward question you were asked? Haven’t been asked one of those in a while, I think. When you like someone, is it obvious, or are you good at hiding it? I’m good at hiding. I wear my heart on my sleeve most days, but when it comes to this I can keep a wall up. Know anyone who's obsessed with themselves, or someone else? Little bit yeah. My mom always has to turn a topic about herself, or when someone’s talking about an achievement of theirs she always has to raise the time she did something similar and how she did it better. It’s impossible to talk to her without feeling stepped on, haha. If no one liked the person you wanted to date, would you still go for it? If no one likes them, I’d imagine that there’d have to be a very glaring reason why. It would depend on what that is before I can decide. Are you good at following advice? I appreciate advice from friends so I can understand different viewpoints, but when it comes down to it I don’t always follow them. Which painting do you wish you could enter? Any Monet. What do you think of cocky people? I honestly wouldn’t be able to last a few minutes with them. I can’t help but be transparent so I’m very sure I’ll let an eyeroll or 15 pass through my face. Is your closet messy or clean? Clean. Have you ever had braces? Yep, back in high school. Who do you worry about a lot? My friends who are prone to having mental health issues. Do you wear make up for yourself, or for others? I don’t wear makeup, and it’s my own decision. If you HAD to choose, what would you want to be trapped in? A room filled with puppies. Hah, made this question not claustrophobic for me at all :) What's the last white lie you've told? My dad made adobo a few nights ago and it’s not really my favorite dish, but I made sure to thank him and tell him I liked it. What is the worst way to break up with someone? I dunno about what other people don’t like, but when Gab broke up with me the first time she wrote me a letter, never talked to me face-to-face, and even had someone else to hand over the letter to me. I thought that was very cowardly. Does your first love still talk to you? Yes, I’m still seeing her. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital? What for? I haven’t been ‘rushed’ in a sense that I had to be taken in an ambulance. But I’ve been to a hospital before; it was for a low platelet count. Was today better than yesterday? Yesterday was a little bit better because I got to share the first out of the two graduation photos I plan to post on Facebook for friends and family to see and the outpouring of love and congratulations warmed my heart. Are you optimistic? Sometimes. I pick which situations I’d be optimistic or pessimistic in.

#survey #surveys

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the-best-bread · 5 years ago

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I’m going to go on a ramble here and I’m putting it under a cut since I figured out how to do that and I have many words for the void.

If you actually read all of it thank you for taking the time to join the void in listening to my ramble, if not have a great day :)

Nuclear Families

Ok so the idea of nuclear families isn’t a bad one- a mom and dad raise a couple kids- but when society makes this the only acceptable way to have a family I begin to have a problem for a few reasons.

Gay marriage is a thing that doesn’t work with the nuclear family ideal because it’s two moms or two dads (or nb peeps)

About half of my friends don’t want their own kids. Whether that means pets, adoption, helping their friends raise kids or none of the above, with maybe the exception of adopting none of that fits the box

While currently the norm is two people get married and have a place of their own what’s wrong with having family or friends live with them? You can split the cost of living, daily chores are easier because there’s more hands to do them, and you can always have help if you need it when your spouse can’t help

Not all relationships are two people. Open relationships where one person has someone their dating in addition to their spouse are a thing. Sometimes there’s three people dating instead of just two, and I know there’s other circumstances but I don’t know them all and I don’t feel like typing more currently

Physical Affection

So I’ve talked about this before but it’s been a while so I’m going to say it again. We should make physical affection more normalized. For example, for many people a hug when you see a friend you haven’t seen in a while is normal, and the closer the friendship maybe the more you hug. And then you date someone and now all of the sudden you’ve opened this can of worms and you get to do the cuddles, the making out, the hand holding, maybe even the sex if you feel like it. The thing is tho, and I know I can’t be the only one who is like this, I don’t have much of an interest in dating, but I need the contact.

I’ve been almost dating someone before, we just had to decide to make it official that we were dating not just going on dates, and I realized that I wasn’t attracted to them in any way other than platonically but it was a source of physical affection. When i realized that I felt like I had just been using them, even though it had been false attraction from them liking me and me liking their hugs. (It took me a few days cause I didn’t want to hurt them but I did break things off when I realized).

Anyway let’s get off that tangent. What I was trying to say with that was that I wish physical affection between friends was more common. Now I’m lucky, my best friend also likes it, (or she’s at least ok with it but I think she likes it) so I now have a chance to get that contact in a healthy way. Like hugs are one of my favorite things ever. Holding hands is even better, like yeah we’re just walking around but it’s a good way to be connected, or stay together if it’s crowded, or oh hey she stopped to look at a thing and I didn’t notice but my hand stopped moving. Cuddles- don’t even get me started. Taking a nap with friends and snuggling because you are comfortable with each other or the beds a twin sized bed but you guys accidentally fell asleep and there’s literally nothing else you can do, or laying on the floor shoulders touching watching vines laughing until you hurt, or whatever is just so nice and lovely. And cheek kisses are nice too but I’m a lot newer to that so I’m not going to go off about them yet.

If you get nothing else from this, take away that we should normalize physical contact between friends and not make it a couples only thing. It makes so many people feel lonely and often people don’t make the best decisions when they’re lonely so it’s for the best anyway but also it’s fun when you’re not doing it just because you finally can since you’re dating someone.

Being Asexual (and Aromantic but it’s newer to me so I’m not as familiar)

Ok so I think I’m aroace- I’m not sure but that label feels right so I’m running with it for now. The thing is almost no one outside of the lgbtq community has ever heard of asexual let alone aromantic. I don’t mind explaining it and answering questions for people but it gets really tedious when I always have to instead of people having a basic understanding. I don’t even really come out anymore- I’m not in the closet I just don’t talk about it.

I wish it was talked about as much as being a lesbian or gay or bi, and I wish all of those were talked about more in general. Maybe if I knew what asexual was when I was younger I wouldn’t have thought I was broken. Maybe I wouldn’t have watched porn when I was way too young to try to fix myself even though all it did was make me uncomfortable, feel disgusted in myself, and want a sexual relationship even less. Maybe I wouldn’t have spent hours online trying to figure out why I didn’t want relationships like everyone else my age, only to one day accidentally stumble into the word ‘asexual’ and finally realize maybe there were other people as broken as me. The thing is though at that point I had so much internalized aphobia I couldn’t accept that I was broken. I had a word, I had a community, but I couldn’t get myself to accept it. I was just happy to know there were other broken people out there who also didn’t necessarily want conventional relationships.

This discovery happened in freshman year, when I was 14. It took me until I had been 18 for a few months to actually start to accept myself and realize maybe I wasn’t as broken as I kept telling myself. I would tell others I wasn’t broken, but I didn’t believe the words I was saying. Now I regret the decisions I’ve made, mostly the one to try and date just to be normal, but there are others too. In a way I still loathe myself but it’s for the things I’ve done rather than being ‘broken’. When I was in elementary school it was still an insult to call someone a lesbian, at least at my school, but by middle school it wasn’t. Imagine if in eighth grade health class they actually taught us about sex and various lgbtq identities. Imagine a world where little kids don’t grow up thinking they’re broken, that’s a world I want to live in.

The other thing is, I’ve avoided calling myself aromantic for so long because I wouldn’t accept it. I knew I had some other sort of attraction that wasn’t sexual so obviously it was romantic right? No not really. For me when I get a crush on someone it usually just means cuddling with them sounds nice. That’s it. Yes I’d want to go on dates too but to me those just seem like you’re eating dinner with a good friend idk. Personally I don’t think that’s considered romantic attraction. But I didn’t want to say I was aromantic because what other attraction was there. I didn’t know, and I’m still not sure what to call it but hey now I’ve at least let myself accept it.

Queerplatonic Relationships

So QPR’s if you don’t know fall somewhere between friendship and dating. They’re not really romantic but they sometimes feel like they are or look that way from the outside, at least from my understanding of them. The tangent I’m going on here is I have a friend I would love to have this with, but I’m afraid to open that topic to her because I’m afraid she’ll flat out reject it and then have things get awkward between us. And there’s the whole side of she has a boyfriend and I know she would never consider having a non-monogamous relationship, so would she even consider it or would she see it as cheating? I don’t know. I wish I did but I’m too nervous to ask her about it. We already have a relationship that’s basically a QPR but without the name and having decided that we have something a little more than friendship.

Also I feel like QPR’s are a good way for aroaces to still have relationships and partners if they want but not have it be the whole conventional dating thing. I wish this option was talked about a bit more too rather than a small thing that you chance upon one day as you’re flicking thru the internet.

#the bread speaks #long ramble #i dont apologize #i really needed to talk to the void about some stuff

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hollands-poppet · 6 years ago

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ALL WE HAVE IS NOW PT 8 (LAST PART)// TOM HOLLAND X READER

Summary: Y/N is living the Hollywood dream but is conflicted with her feelings when her old flame comes back around..

Word count: 5.4K 💛

A/N: Writing this part took soooooo long but I want to thank everyone that took the survey but I want to thank @superheros-and-others for leaving a lengthy suggestion on the survey I posted. And I especially want to thank @ladybirduris for pushing my ass to get this part out! I LOVE YOU. AND SHE GAVE ME MY NEXT IDEA FOR MY NEXT FIC WHICH IM SUPER EXCITED ABOUT. Now, this was more angsty than I intended but I hope you all enjoy the last part. ALSO, there will be an epilogue so don’t be too upset with me.

PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 PART6 PART7

warnings: cussing, angst, ending idk haha don’t hate me

The ride back to Tom’s flat was a quiet one, Nikki was actually comforting Y/N because she thought she was upset that she wasn’t pregnant. The redhead kept putting her hand on your shoulder and lightly rubbing it, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, this is more common than you think.” She pulls up at a Starbucks drive thru before arriving to Tom’s flat, “Maybe a drink will help you cheer up?” Then it becomes silent again, and you become lost in your thoughts.

Now that she wasn’t pregnant, what did this mean? She really did only fly to London because of this, so what does this mean for her and Tom? Y/N didn’t know what sort of reaction to expect from him, she didn’t know what was going to come next but she did know that she was in love with him.

It’s kind of sad, you knew you weren’t ready to be a mom… but the thought of you and Tom becoming a little family was something in the moment that sounded nice.

You and Tom living in his flat with your kid that you both created, but that all faded once you found out your pregnancy wasn’t real. A knot in your throat was beginning to form when Nikki’s voice interrupted your thoughts, “Y/N? Did you want something?”

You clear your throat so that the knot doesn’t give away that you’re about to cry, “Uhm,” You bring your head forward to look at the menu and screen, “Can I get a venti iced Americano with 3 pumps of vanilla, 3 packs of stevia and coconut milk. Thank you.”

You sit back in place, and stare down at your hands that lie on your lap and crack your knuckles. “I guess not being pregnant has its perks, you get to have coffee.” You avoid making eye contact with Nikki who is glancing at you with hopeful glare. She rests her hand on yours, and you let out a crooked smile as you let out a deep breathe.

“Nikki-” You hold her hand in yours, “Do you think Tom will still want me?” As she pulls forward to the window, she puts the brake on the car and turns towards you.

Her hand that was on the wheel makes its way to yours, she purses her lips and lets out a sligh giggle, “He would be a fool to let you go, love.” Y/N cracks a smile for Nikki, she was probably right. If you knew Tom like you thought you did, it should all work out.

Maybe, just maybe this was all fate. It’s sort of like, the stress of being pregnant was quickly replaced by the stress of what was going to happen next.

Your Americano was a little sweeter than you intended, so you took light sips here and there. You didn’t want to be rude in front of Nikki because she bought the drink so you took sips here and there until you reached Tom’s flat.

You thanked her for everything, and hoped you would see her again soon. Once you reached the inside of Tom’s flat, you realized it was still early in the day when you checked your phone. It hadn’t even reached noon yet.

You closed the apartment door entrance behind you, “Tom?” You called out his name a couple of times, you didn’t know why you were calling for him. It was too early for him to home, he was still out promoting his movie with Z. You drop your purse by the entrance door of his room, and slip your shoes off.

You run your fingers through your hair, and take another sip from the drink in your hand, and you force yourself to swallow down the sweet coffee. “They really went in with the vanilla this time.” You let out a light gag as you set the drink down on Tom’s night stand.

You knew it was going to be a couple of more hours before Tom got back, so you were going to try to take a nap. You unbutton your jeans and quickly pull off your shirt, and you pull of your denim off right after. Just as you’re about to crawl into Tom’s bed, your eye catches his shirt that lies across his floor. You take a few steps and reach for it, from the moment you picked it up you could smell his scent.

Y/N slides on black shirt and it’s like she feels almost complete. She wish Tom was here right now, and just figure it all out. Before making her way into his sheets, she grabs her phone from her bag and there are a few notifications. They were all from Manny to be honest.

“I’m sorry for hanging up but I do need that answer.”

“Y/N..Universal is growing impatient.”

“Can you fucking respond god damn it”

“Photos of you dropped last night...I’m living for that dress.”

You slide into the center of the bed, and you let out a giggle as you laugh at your best friends messages. Ah, you indeed did miss her and you wanted to apologize for how you acted on the phone the night before, there is no way you both could stay mad at each other for too long.

You wanted to respond but being tangled in Tom’s sheets sort of brings Y/N into an emotional state. She sets her phone down next to her as she faces the ceiling and rests her left palm on her forehead, tears suddenly flowing from her eyes.

Tom’s scent coming from the blankets almost triggers you to realize that you weren’t pregnant, and never was. It’s wild, it felt like you almost made up being pregnant so you could be here in this moment but it wasn’t a good feeling. You bring your face into one of the pillows, your arms hugging it and even though you knew that not carrying a child was probably for the best but you knew the reason you were getting so sentimental.

You wanted to stay and you’ve always wanted to stay and be with Tom. It’s always been him, and the night you shared with him last night was more than a reason. You snuggle into the pillow, and slightly remember his touch from the limo, his brown eyes and how his fingers lingered down your legs as he went down on you. You bring the blanket up to your chin, and you knew that even after this let down that he would still want you, and you knew you still wanted him.

Instead of him being out with Zendaya, you wanted him here with you in his bed while his fingers tangled in your hair and your hands wrapped around his waist. As your tears stop flowing out of your eyes, you find yourself slightly dozing off. A nap didn’t sound so bad right now actually, and it would probably help calm her nerves, and as she is about to give into her nap.. Her phone begins to vibrate.

She assumed it was Manny due to the fact that she needed answer as soon as possible but she really be interrupting right now? You open one eye and look at the lock screen and the name was enough to make you pop up. You reposition yourself so that your back is against the frame of the bed, and answer before it goes to voicemail.

“Timothee?” You voice is almost shakey, you couldn’t believe he was on the phone with you right now, and that he called you. His voice almost sounds unrecognizable, it’s been a minute since you have talked to him.

He lets out a short laugh, “Yeah, do you not have my number saved Y/N?”

You bring your legs to your chest, and put him on speaker as you place your phone on the tip of you knees, “No, I do..I just-” She pulls her hair back with her hands, and they come back down to hold her cheeks, “It’s just nice to hear your voice again.”

There is some muffling from the other side of the phone but you can hear him clearly when he responds, “Yeah, it’s been awhile since that whole stupid thing.” You clear your throat, and bring your hands from your face together and crack your knuckles because of your anxiousness.

“I-I seen you on instagram last night..you look,” You smile to yourself, if only he could see. “You look happy Tim.” His response comes fast, “I am, Y/N.” And it doesn’t come off mean but just genuine, “You do, too. You and Tom looked great last night.”

You take a moment to think how he could of seen you but he probably seen on social media just as you had seen him. Before you could reply to his comment, he chimes in “Anyway, I’m calling to talk about Wicked. Universal is getting a bit angsty.”

Y/N rubs her temples as she feels tension in her shoulders start to rise, “I want to do it, Tim. It’s my dream role.” His tone becomes more serious but in a caring way, “Then fucking do it, you’ve been talking about this movie since I’ve met you.”

You don’t respond, you just sit there and there is a silence between you two. It’s true, you did want it but the stakes were high right now and Tom was someone you wanted just as bad as that role.

“They’re already predicting Oscar nominations Y/N, you can’t say no.” You bite your bottom lip as Timothee continues to pitch to you why you need to take the role but that wasn’t enough. His voice continues to come from the phone,

“They’re already thinking of casting Sofia Carson, if you don’t take it… the role goes straight to her.” You sigh, you wanted it to bother you but it didn’t. It wasn’t enough.

“I want it but Tom-” You can’t even finish your sentence before you get interrupted, “But Tom what? Hm?” You don’t respond.

“If Tom really loved you Y/N then he wouldn’t give a fuck about me being Fiyero. I gave you up for him, I didn’t take you to ever give something up over a guy.”

You scoff, that was a little ugly. He assumed you weren’t taking the role because you didn’t want to cause conflict again but that wasn’t true. Your pause leads him to keep talking, “Besides, there shouldn’t be a problem since I’m dating someone new any-”

“Look Tim,” You were growing frustrated. “That has nothing to do with that, I know Tom would be more secure than that.” Well, you hoped you thought to yourself. “I just have so much on my plate right now.” You didn’t really though, you weren’t pregnant but you wanted to stay with Tom. You wouldn’t mind just staying here with him, that made you just as happy as being able to be in Wicked.

“What is so much that you can’t take a role on? You’re fucking telling me that you don’t want to take up your dream role because you have too much on your plate?” His voice shows signs of irritation, “That’s bullshit, Y/N.” It was true, it was bullshit.

I don’t know what to tell you other than right now it doesn’t look like I’m taking the role.” You click your tongue as you lay back down in the bed. Timothee’s voice was raising as he grew frustrated, “I can’t believe you, Y/N.” You throw the phone next to you, you’re ready to hang up the phone when what Timmy says next catches your attention. “You think I don’t know what you really feel, Y/N..I know you’re scared of getting hurt again..” Your eyes widen a bit. He was right, he was fucking right. Timothée was your shoulder to cry on when your whole mess of a situation with Tom went down. Why did you think you were going to be able to get away with lying to him?

You were just too scared to admit that to him, and even to yourself. Also, Who the fuck did you think you were? You’re not Tom’s mom, and you shouldn’t have to stay with him 24/7 because of an insecurity. Well...an insecurity that ate you up but as far as you knew, you weren’t a legend but you were acting like one. Even though you wanted to stay with Tom, your reputation couldn’t be ruined by this. The only real problem was that you and Tom haven’t been in a long distance relationship since he filmed Spider-Man. You were scared, you were scared of getting your heartbroken again. “I know you’re scared but if it’s meant to be... then it’ll work out like it’s supposed to. Bye Y/N, hope to see you soon.” Then the phone immediately turns black, you’re just sort of dumbfounded. You couldn’t believe Timothée was so understanding about everything, he was able to call you out and put you in your place. Maybe Tom could understand too but first he needed to know the truth. You bring yourself into fetal position, and just cuddle the pillow next to you. You were ready for what was next but first...your nap. - - Y/N feels a slight weight on her through her sleep, it’s not super heavy but just enough to start bringing her out of her nap. She brings her hands to her eyes and rubs them, her vision is a bit blurry but she feels light breathing by her neck and she turns her head to find Tom leaving kisses on her shoulder.

You turn back around, you stretch your arms and legs while he is still wrapped behind you, “You jerk, you woke me up from my nap.” Your voice is raspy, you’re a bit parched from your sleep and you let out a small gasp as your pulled into Tom’s arms. “It’s 8 o’clock darling, how long have you been asleep?” Y/N’s head quickly shoots to look at Tom, “You’re kidding right?” His hand comes up from your waist and he pushes his curls back, “No, I just got home.” She purses her lips, why was he back so late? You sort of shrug it off but it’s still lowkey lingering on your nerve.

You turn your body towards Tom, your hands resting on his chest while his hands lie on your lower back right above your ass. “Why are you home so late?” He chuckles and pops a kiss on your nose, “The real question is why are you drinking coffee? Isn’t that bad for the baby?” Your head pops up a bit and you look past his head, and your drink is gone.

“I already threw it out, it was about to overflow,” he says as your head comes back down on the pillow. Your heart rate begins to speed up, “I don’t even know how to say this.” Your fingers outline random lines and shapes, you’re avoiding eye contact with him and keep your head down and concentrate on his chest.

One of Tom’s hands leaves the spot on your lower back, and he grabs one of your hands, “Y/N...what’s going on?” Her eyes move from his chest to his eyes, he has a small smile. He looks tired and the foundation he’s wearing is a bit patchy. You would usually tease him about the makeup he wears for press but you couldn’t even laugh about it now, “There is no baby...” His smile disappears as his eyebrows pop up in confusion, “What do you mean- no baby?” She wiggles out of his grip, and sits in a criss cross position while he stays laying on his side as he supports himself with his elbow. Her eyes are flooded with water but not tears have escaped yet, “I went with your mom to get an ultrasound and there is nothing..” his jaw is dropped a bit, his expression turning from confusion to a bit shocked actually. Panic starts to kick in as he hasn’t responded yet, you’re speaking fast, “I promise you I didn’t lie. He said it was a hysterical pregnancy, my body just mimicked the symptoms.” Tears are sliding down your cheeks by now “Tom? Say something please, my anxiety is flying through the roof right now.” He slowly gets up from his side, and sits in front of you, “I’m...I’m not mad, Y/N.” He cracks his knuckles in anxiousness, he clears his throat and grabs your hands, “To be honest, I’m a little scared.” Your hands grab on to his, “Why are you scared?” He looks down as he licks his lips, he presses his lips into a tight line and looks you in the eyes, “I’m scared you’re going to leave me, y/n.” Your heart immediately drops, you remember the first night you got here. You remember telling Tom you were only here because of this baby and not for him, he takes in a big breathe to avoid letting any tears slip from his eyes. She brings herself to her knees, her hands land on his shoulders and make their way to his neck. “Tom..” she sighs “I know what I said about just coming here because I was pregnant...” her right hands makes its way into the back of his head as her fingers intertwine with his hair, “That was true and I know that sounds fucked up but if I realized anything while being here is that I want to be with you..it’s always been you Tom.” His eyes shoot up fromstaring down, his eyes are almost hopeful and so is the smile that re-appears back on his face. Your hands bring Tom in for a kiss, your lips on each other’s as his hands land on your waist. The kiss was long but you felt happy, you remove your lips from his and spread pepper kisses on his cheek as you transition into a hug. You take him all in, you take in this moment and how you both went through so much to get to this moment. He pulls away, his hands still on your waist “I’m starved. You want some Thai?” You laugh, “Actually yeah, I haven’t eaten since this morning.” He jumps off the bed, “Mind if I borrow your phone?” You nod as you get up to use the bathroom, you take a few moments to freshen up and prepare to eat.

Tom ended up inviting Zendaya and Haz who came over about an hour later with the food, you had brought up that you weren’t pregnant. Z wasn’t lowkey about how she felt and made everyone take celebratory shots. After a few shots, you were already tipsy and sitting in Tom’s lap while Haz and Z were comfy eating their pad Thai on the floor.

“We should catch up with Love Island, mate.” Haz takes a sip from his beer as he gets up from the floor to turn on Tom’s tv. Y/N and Zendaya both roll their eyes, “Why can’t we watch something else?” You say as you slip from Tom’s lap onto the coach, your head laying on the arm rest. Haz stops in front of the tv and laughs, “Great idea, let’s watch K.C Undercover.”

Zendaya stops munching on her food, “That’s not cool, we’re not watching my old show.” She takes a sip from her Thai tea and before she could add more commentary, Tom chimes in “We should watch Spider-Man: Homecoming, it’s out in cinemas now.” You roll your eyes, “Are you really trying to go watch your own movie right now?” He takes a drink from his beer, “I mean, yeah.”

You grab your Thai tea from the table and take a sip, “I haven’t even seen Civil War to be honest with you.” His jaw drops as he sets his beer down on his table, he makes his voice sassy as he says “I guess I know what we’re watching now.” Everyone laughs as he leaves the living room to grab the DVD from his bedroom, and you sit up on the couch.

Harrison flicks on the television and the first thing to come up is E! News, and your luck couldn’t be worse. Giuliana Rancic is on the screen covering a new story, “Y/N L/N to sign a 3 movie deal with Universal which includes Wicked. She will be working alongside Timothée Chalamet who she has already worked with last summer. They are both are already in talks for Oscar nominations.” She transitions into a different headline and you sober up so quickly, you’re sort of shocked.

Zendaya quickly congratulates you, “Y/N, that’s amazing.” You still can’t say anything, it was only a matter of time before Tom would find out. Z continues, “How did you get Tom to be okay with you working with Tim?” And before you could speak, you hear your man’s familiar voice “I’m not actually.”

Your heads all shoot at Tom who staring down at your phone,“When were you going to tell me?” He asks, his jaw tightening after his question. Your head shrugs back in confusion, you’re still trying to play this all off but you knew you were caught, “What are you talking about?” You walk to where he is standing, and he flashes you all your phone screen, it’s an article by TMZ. The headline reads, “Y/N SIGNS 3 MOVIE DEAL WITH UNIVERSAL.. STARRING ALONGSIDE TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET.” You grab the phone from his hands and read the rest of the article.

Before you had fallen asleep, you decided to give Manny the okay to begin the process for the Universal deal. This was your career, not Tom’s..you had to do what was best for you. “I was going to tell you-“ He is heated, “When? I’m not even upset about the deal Y/N, you know how I feel about him.” You knew doing this was going to be risky, and you took that chance but you had a reputation to keep up.

Haz claps his hands once, “Well, Z.. maybe we should head out.” She nods her head in agreement, you knew she was happy for you deep down but she couldn’t interfere, not now. They gather their things quickly, you stand in awkward silence with him until you hear the front door shut behind them. You sigh “Tom, I love you. Not him. I thought you would understand-“

“Understand what? Hm, darling? I can’t just let you work with him like nothings wrong.” His arms are crossed, his nostrils are flaring up while his jaw clenches every few seconds. You put your hand into a praying position, “Tom my reputation is on the line, this is my life.”

“I thought you wanted a life with me Y/N-”

“I do! I really do but this is my job.” You take a step toward him while he takes one back, you scoff at how petty he is acting, “Really, Tom? You know I want to be with you.”

He clears his throat, “You have a funny way of showing it..” You’re growing more frustrated, “ Tom, I’ve wanted this role since I first seen the show live. I would never, ever would ask you to drop out of your dream role, that’s like if I asked you not to take play Spider-”

“It’s not the same!” His voice is cracking from being so worked up, he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “I’m not working with someone I’ve had feelings for before.” You bring your lips in between your teeth, “I don’t like him that way, this is just work. Besides, you still work with Zendaya even after seeing you both in the same bed.” He squints his eyes, your comments throwing jabs for him to become more bitter, “You’re serious? You’re never going to let that go?”

You throw your arms in the air, “Just like you’re not letting this whole Timothee thing go?” Your arms drop back down to your sides, tears begin to slide down your cheeks. Maybe you didn’t know him like you thought.

“I was so insecure after we broke up, I couldn’t date Timothee because I couldn’t trust him. I need you to trust me, Tom. I love you and not him, I want you..” Your hands make their way to his cheeks, you caress them and you bring your nose to his, “ Don’t you trust me?” His hands rest on top of yours, he brings you in and your lips touch and you can’t help but feel like this is almost a goodbye.

He pulls away, and you open your eyes to find his eyes already staring into yours, he speaks first “It’s not you that I don’t trust..I just-” Your hands move from his face to your chest, he wasn’t going to budge, so you bring up a solution, “Maybe we should just wait..” His eyes widen, and his eyebrows shoot up, he’s taken back by your suggestion.

“I can’t just throw it away. Not..” you take in a deep breathe, “Not even for you.”

You feel your heart breaking, and his heart has been broken since he seen your phone but this timing is so bad. It’s just problem after problem, and you wanted to play this part so badly too but if Tom isn’t willing to let you do it and you’re still struggling to trust him with Zendaya then maybe it’s better to just walk away. There is obvious growing still to do, between the both of you.

“So then what happens to us?” His voice is low, its defeated. He knows he can’t convince you not to do it.

Y/N brings her hand to her mouth, trying to calm herself down. She takes in a shaky breath, “I’m willing to wait for it.. I’m willing to wait for you.” You suck up your sniffles and wipe away any left over tears, “If we’re meant to be Tom, we’ll find our way back to each other in the end.”

And then it was silent, you wanted more than anything to hug him and let him know that you were his and that he was yours. You weren’t sure if he would wait for you but you knew where your heart was.

Maybe this was goodbye.

You almost forgot how boring it was to sit in a makeup chair, you had almost been in the chair for 4 hours. It was first day on shooting so it only made sense, it’s new for everyone. Hopefully by the second week of shooting, it would be knocked down to maybe 2 hours.

The studio tried to convince you to dye your hair jet black but you weren’t having it so having to put on a wig added more time to the process. The last thing of the process was to paint your nails green, you actually didn’t look half bad as green in person. As you pop off your earphones, you see Manny coming up with a cup of coffee “Hey sweetie, here is some Starbucks to start the day off right.”

You smile at her through the vanity in front of you, “Thanks, I’ll grab it as soon as my nails are dry.” She puts her hand on your shoulder while she carries her itinerary in the other, “How are you feeling?” You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know actually.. a lot of things.” Your best friend lets out a crooked smile, “It’s going to be worth it Y/N, I promise.” Before you can respond, she’s being called away by a producer from outside the makeup trailer.

As she walks in, someone else enters. It’s your co-star Emma Stone who is playing your frenemy Glinda. She is in awe of your makeup as she sits in her chair, “Dude, you look so good.” You smile as she sits in her chair with her matcha drink, “how long have you been here?” You blow at your nails, “Uhm, about four hours now.”

Emma’s hair stylist starts pulling her hair back so that she can properly get it into a braid, “Are you okay? You look a bit down.” And you are, you haven’t seen Tom in two months, you’re here and this is all happening so fast that you haven’t had time to process everything thats happened.

“Not really. I’m just feeling a bit down today but I guess that helps my vibe for my scene today.” Emma nods and licks her bottom lip, “Do you mind asking why you’re feeling that way?”

Your makeup artist comes next to to you and starts applying the last touch of your green lipstick, “Just thinking about someone to be quite honest. Stupid shit.” When the artist finishes you stand up and do a light stretch, for the first day of filming you expected to be a little more excited but you weren’t.

Emma clears her throat, “It’s not stupid. I totally get it.” You turn back to look at her and lean against the vanity counter, “Do you really though?” You didn’t say it in a snappy way, just sort of nice to hear someone that relates to you.

She nods her and purses her lips, “Yeah, its rough to be with someone in this industry.” You start to vent because maybe she could give you someone advice, “My ex..” you take a deep breathe to avoid crying, “He didn’t want me to take the role because of Timothee and.. I took it anyway. I feel so guilty but I wanted this job so bad.”

She intertwines her fingers and rest her hands on her lap, her artist starts applying foundation on her face “Yeah, when I was dating my ex, who you probably remember played Spider-Man..” Ha, how ironic you thought to yourself. You both dated a Spider-Man. She continues, “And when Ryan Gosling and I started doing films every so often, it caused major friction between us and we broke up..”

You cross your arms and continue to listen, Emma looks up at the ceiling while her artist applies concealer, “But at the end of the day, I made a decision for myself so that I could reach my goals..And when I won my Oscar, I remember giving my speech and when I seen him in that crowd…” she takes a pause and her voice cracks a bit, you could tell she felt a bit emotional, “Whether we were together or not, he was still there. If I learned anything, its that if he really loves you, he will always be there whether you both are together, friends or just together in a room.. the love doesn’t go away.”

Y/N stares down at the ground and you remember the last night you seen him that you would both find each other if it was meant to be. She feels a sense of comfort and she’s thankful for Emma giving her a new perspective.

You put your wig hair behind your ear, “Okay, I’m going to let you finish getting ready before we both start crying and we ruin our makeup.” You hug her from her chair and you look at each other through the vanity, Emma hugs you tighter and says “It’ll be okay, I promise. Do this for you.”

You let go, and she grabs your hands “I think that’s why you got this role, Y/N. You’re so much like your character, you’re so strong and all your intentions are good. Don’t doubt anything you do, trust me this will all be worth it.” You squeeze her shoulder and take in this moment, and before you can respond the AD walks into the trailer and comes up to you, “Set is good to go. Are you ready, Y/N?” You look back at Emma and then at the AD, this was your movie, your moment, and you were doing it for yourself.

You grab your coffee from the vanity counter, take one final look at yourself. You were about to play your dream role, you worked your ass for this moment and it was all going to be worth it. And with that Y/N turned back to the AD waiting at the trailer door and you let out a deep breathe with confidence, “I’m ready.”

All you had was now, and now was the time to do this for you.

A/N: Wow. I can’t believe it��s over. Yes, there is an epilogue coming but it’s pretty much over guys! I think I always knew Y/N was going to end up by herself, I just wanted her to be independent and know she could do it without a man. Send me your thoughts, predictions for the epilogue! Anything, love ya guys! - Amy 💛

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the-force-awakens · 2 years ago

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I was tagged by @alwritey-aphrodite to do this, thank you hon!

Favorite time of the year: autumn, ofc! it's the time of year where the weather is bearable, where you can feel the significance and potential in the air like magic, and it's the time of year I feel the most like myself.

Comfort food: grilled cheese has a soft spot to be sure, but also mac n cheese too. and pastas! mm. pizza is good too.

Favorite dessert: apple or pumpkin pie! I'm not big on desserts because I don't have a big sweet tooth but my god I will go to bat for pie. Walmart had NEITHER the last time we were there and I consider this a personal fucking offense.

Things you collect: anything to do with poe dameron tbh, stuff about england, books on the paranormal, and pops!

Favorite drink: irish breakfast tea, water (basic, I know, and we're out of bottled water so I'm suffering bc the Taste Of the Tap Water Isn't Pleasant For My Autism), sweet tea, coca cola (hi space mom), lemonade, HOT COCOA BELOVED I need to get some, and root beer. Also I had some cool blue Gatorade last week and forgot how damn good it is so that too.

Favorite musical artist: florence + the machine, queen, imagine dragons, halsey and taylor swift are probably the ones I have most songs on spotify for. but atm it's definitely f+tm

Last song you listened to: willow tree march by the paper kites (I'm listening to my fall playlist! I'm very soft for this song bc i discovered it the same time I met my current group of friends back in 2017 here in tumblr dot com so it reminds me of all them).

Last movie you watched: multiverse of madness and it was so fucking good, so much better than I was expecting? I like that it felt like a comic book movie and the horror elements of course I ate up. I love that they didn't try to water down the ridiculousness of a comic story to make it more palatable for neurotypical mainstream audiences. It looks, sounds, and is paced like a comic book and I fucking loved it. Let Raimi do more movies!!!!!!!!!!

Last series you watched: *error noises* my memory isn't good. I'm pretty sure it was Moon Knight though because I rewatched The Friendly Type again last weekend because I was sick and needed the comfort lmfao. Last one I watched all the way through was, again, Moon Knight because I rewatched it with my mom (it was her first time watching it). Before that, I watched the first season of only murders in the building :')

Series you’re currently watching: well we were watching s2 of omitb but my folks got tired of it ldndksksl. I might try to finish it but idk yet? Aside from that, I'm still painstakingly making my way through the west wing (Josh Lyman I WILL kick my executive dysfunction for u)

Current obsession: *glances at my blog* I think it's kind of obvious nfjdfhd. Moon Knight is definitely one of my biggest spins right now, alongside Poe and the sequels. I think at this point I have to admit to myself that Oscar Isaac's filmography has slid a little ways from 'hyperfixation' to possible 'spin' as well. That guy's like catnip for the asd crowd and also the asexuals what's up with that.

Dream place to visit: so many places are you kidding? England, New York, New Orleans, and Rome!!

A place you’ve been you want to go back to: there's a comic store about an hour drive away that has sO MANY FUCKING COMICS IT HAS SO MANY BACK ISSUES but we haven't been in absolute y e a rs and honestly I want to go there so badly again and flip through the back issues and maybe find some mk stuff 👀

Something you want: currently a nap because I couldn't sleep last night lmfao. I'd also like to get to read more of seraphina bc I keep. saying I will and getting distracted (same goes with princess and scoundrel), snuggles, and pops of Marc & Steven to put by my bed...my heroes.

Currently working on: is it really fucking cheesy to just say myself? It's been a difficult year of really struggling to process the amount of bad that happened in such a short timespan for me (one of my pets passed away in january, I got and then promptly lost a job bc I was hoh), and the depression hit bad. I'm just a little bit proud of myself for where I am now (standing up for myself more, being more cautious with my energy & time), but I still have more to work on terms of really beginning to move on and find confidence in myself again and accept all the parts of me, even the oddest neurodivergent things about myself.

I tag: the usual mutuals, if they wanna do it <3

#tag games #apparently. i am chatty.#oops?#death mention cw #death cw

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alyjojo · 3 years ago

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20 memories & isms I love about you.

1. He sent me flowers at work. Twice 🥰

2. He left work to help me fix my tire, outside my ex’s house. Never drove on a highway before that day. (no I shouldn’t have dated the guy, but that particular Gemini is the asc degree of our composite chart, he’s the reason we ever met at all, and hubby is the reason we broke up so...lesson learned)

3. He made me eat his mom’s food. Not only that but excitedly. He’d be like “mom is making hot spaghetti and you’re gonna come over and have some”...I’d say no thx 20 times but he wasn’t hearing it. Hot spaghetti day. I felt weird having someone’s mom cook for me. She probably felt weird too tbh, but he was so over the top happy about mom, food, and me, that it didn’t seem to matter and worked out fine 😆

4. He’s so forward, and bold as hell. I’m irritatingly shy and very guarded. Literally the only way he got me was because he’d act before I could really even think about it or think myself out of it. Winners mind.

5. He moved me into his moms house. I was not ok. Not not not. My pride is...well it exists, and burns like fire whenever help is given. I will never ask in all my life and idc, feels better that way. Will gladly die first. My rotors were broken though (I could write a book just about car problems fr), I needed two and it was gonna take awhile. I’d be in the city and he’d be way out there. He’s like nah. You stay. He insisted...and I stayed. Staying was not a me thing, he changed that.

6. He gave me a baby. After all of the years I didn’t have periods, needed pills to have a normal body, all of the times I talked myself out of that sort of life altogether because I clearly didn’t have the guy (ex was not a kid guy) or the working body parts to even do that, must not be for me. First time in our new apartment, boom baby.

7. First time in our slightly bigger and nicer apartment, boom baby 2. We started actually using protection after she was born. Clearly we can.

8. He worked stupidly long hours and put up with so many people that just had no fn clue, it put a strain on everything, most of all him. When he got the offer for Indy, I pushed it. And pushed it. And pushed. May as well have pushed him right out the door, we were going, because those people suck and you’ll never get the chance to be seen while you’re doing that glorified delivery guy’s job for him. We’re going. So, we did, and he got me out of this damn state. At least once.

9. He loved getting lost with me, and it was my favorite thing. Indiana is a beautiful state and I encourage anyone to get lost there, on purpose.

10. I forgot work. He caused some serious change. Everyone else lost their job, including hubby’s favorite person ever, Jonathan. Today he’s the sole survivor of a mom and pop shop, and I’m so unbelievably proud of him. The best part though, is two of the guys from work used to come see me at my new work all the time, with all their bar bitches 😆 They were my favorite people, I was always so excited to see them. Hubby tried to get them back on, and did for one of them. And when the bigger boss needed a new smaller boss bc hubby was leaving the state, hubby fought like hell for Jonathan. Like Highlander, there can only be one *sksksksksksk* They looked at a couple and hubs was like no only Jon knows the ways of the force. They hired him back, Jon has sent him some of the sweetest thank you messages...it changed his life, and hubs still loves him very much. It’s adorable.

11. Screamy baby Shmoo, she was a screamy baby, and so very beautiful. Baby Bam was like a dream, she was the perfect baby in every way. My screamy baby Shmoo was also a perfect baby, with a pitch that could break glass and sometimes she just wanted to practice for hours. Usually I got her to bed with mama snuggles & milk, singing Alison Krauss and rocking. Sometimes though, on the roughest nights, it’d be over an hour before I’d open the door with screamy baby still in a fit, and he’d take her. He’s so warm and calm, he’d win every single time, and I’d be like...zzzzz tysm ily tyty zzzz....

12. His jokes. He’s not funny (yes he is don’t tell him). He thinks he’s funny. He jokes all day every day about everything always. The girls know when dad says something to be skeptical bc he said they gotta go outside and till the land with tiny shovels, and when I roll my eyes they know he’s full of it. What’s funnier, his mom was the kind of person that took things literally always. Every time him and his goofy dad were being sarcastic, I’d have to tell her that because they’d have her believing crazy stuff. My kids share a lot of her isms, that’s one. My son absolutely does not joke, he is quite literal (so far), and I always have to scold hubby or tell lil guy nooooo he’s kidding. I don’t talk about his silliness nearly enough and I should, that’s him ❤️

13. His relationship with his mom. His mom was always on the...I wouldn’t say weaker side, but older, regular pain, on disability. He was her BABY. Her eyes lit up like Christmas when he entered the room. She loves him so so much. His sister... You know the kind, or...just imagine, probably close. He hated it. He got his job pretty young and just kept it. Always had money, always offered to help his mom, always was like IM FINE MOM. She just wanted to do for him, and he’s always been the kind of guy that wants to do for himself. And she was so funny, she’d slip $20 into the diaper bag and tell me “don’t tell him”, putting it on me. So we’d get in the car. And I’d be like there’s $20 in the diaper bag, knowing he’s gonna be pissed if he finds it (she needs it). And he’d get it, run into the house, set it on her table, and run out the door while she ran after him hollering protests 😆 Lots of other stories too. I miss her so much, I can’t even imagine how much he must.

14. His relationship with his sister, and other whirlwind people. He’s like a rock. I’ve spent lots of time with his sister, but not at once. The one day I did, I came home and my brain was so full of her bazillion ideas and impulsive let’s do this and just one thing, opposite thing, different subject, back to the subject, hey let’s do this, omg I have an idea. I love her to death but I had to sit and just...dump my brain. Ask myself for my own input bc I’d lost wtf...what were we doing again?!? Him though? Doesn’t miss a beat. No...no...no...I’ll think about it...no...no..change subject. No issue saying no. Back then I was like thank god, girl would have me on a cruise to Aruba tomorrow with costume jewelry and black face before I could even think to protest. Not him.

15. Making up. The difference between Taurus moon and Sag moon is that Taurus moon stays mad for the rest of their lives (hello...) and Sag moon wakes up in the morning like nothing happened in the history of ever. This was something that irritated me THE MOST. Don’t make me laugh, I’m pissed at you. Over the years, it became the only way we’d talk at all sometimes. Is certainly the only reason we made up, countless times. He never stopped trying to make me smile, even if I wanted nothing to do with it.

16. Acts of Service. Is not mine, which is either words time or touch and I really can’t decide which. All. He speaks a whole other language. He will let me nap, or take the kids somewhere, he will spontaneously clean or go grocery shopping, walk the dog, mow the lawn, hang out at the birthday party. It didn’t start right away, more and more as he learned my isms. He’ll make me coffee as I’m coming down the stairs. I rarely have to ever ask for any practical thing. He knows my orders for anything, recently there’s been twice that he literally read my mind before I spoke. I try to do the same for him as much as I can, because I know that’s his language and I really appreciate him.

17. Bedroom games. The man knows my body like a map, no, an Excel spreadsheet 😭, and how to get every reaction he’s looking for. He is the only man to ever satisfy my insatiable ass. He made me a whole new person in that regard. He says the same about me. Never an issue there. It’s this far down the list cuz it’s not the most important, but it’s pretty important too so there that is.

18. We share the same goals. We judge the same way, like why did they wrap this like that it looks sketchy. We parent the same. We decide the same. We critically think and weigh ideas the same. We walk the same line in the same direction. If anything he’s too negative sometimes, but that’s his own personal thing. Can’t be full of Capricorn and not lean more toward pessimism (not “realism”) sometimes I think. If it’s worth it, I’ll try to coax him to middle ground. Sometimes it’s a battle, but only if I’m really sure. Usually, he’s right, so I just let him lead.

19. When I was pregnant with my son. Initially. It was hell. His car was trashed, mine was broken and thousands of dollars to fix (this particular car in this particular year has this and what a coincidence it was particularly my problem...cars, I’m telling ya). I was two feet out the door with his shit, but his sister’s issues led to my heart. Because her kids. I love them very much, of course they can stay here and not with some strange person hell no. I cannot describe how angry I was at him. HE strapped backpacks onto his back and walked to the nearest store. Hauled so much crap in a huge backpack and just his arms. Over the course of two months. He quit drinking. He went above and beyond to do get offer or provide anything I could even imagine. More romantic then I think I’d ever seen him before. At least...it had been some time anyway. Of course...he was lying to me. The whole time. To what extent idk. Regarding the work shit, idk. Thus the question and the dream and the crazy and the...crazy 😞 Wanted to piss me off boy he got that tenfold. His actions during this time period are 💯 why I stayed. He was clearly trying like hell to prove to me he could try, and it’s more than anyone I’ve ever known has even bothered to “bother” with. I was impressed, and proud. Respect counts for a lot more than love sometimes, and at the time I respected him.

20. He’s an amazing father. There are so many stories I couldn’t possibly write them all. Our son though, he chose daddy, right from the start. Nothing like our daughters, nor any kid I’d known. He’d scream, FOR his dad. He’d only sleep on his shoulder. Hubby held this baby for hours on end. If he didn’t baby would demand it, but it was very natural to them both. Baby wanted a bottle, and hubby to give it to him. It blew my mind. Hubby got his little teammate and together they’ve changed my life and perspective in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined.

I’ve spent so long sporadically venting on here that I don’t think I’ve ever posted the sweet things. So many great memories and daily...everything...are missing, so many years and little moments. That would take forever. Its always been my frustrations, which was the purpose. This is my heart. No matter what happens, all of these things will always be true.

#I love him with all my heart

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bunnymems · 7 years ago

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lapis canon call! looking for everyone/anyone!

this is a kin post, if that bothers u / doesnt apply to u please move on.

tw; self harm/suicide/canon things

im not looking to start romo relationships again, those are just notes on if they did happen! id prefer not to talk too much about romo relationships with people under 18

index;

The war

Lapis (the gems)

Bismuth

Steven

Jasper

Peridot

Garnet

Amethyst

Pearl

Blue Pearl

The War

my job was to record important information that bd needed to keep track of, and i also was a line of communication between the diamonds. especially during the war, when there wasnt always a way to get a hold of a diamond without finding them directly

thats why i could project images; i was The source of information, and that was one way to get the information across. i could also, say, watch a meeting and then later project parts of the meeting that were important

during the war... there wasnt an official thing that said "dont hurt pearls or other uninvolved gems" because the diamonds themselves didnt listen. but for the most part the rebellion focused on active, problematic gems (rubies, jaspers, diamonds ofc) and for the most part nonfighting gems werent involved

this, however, was obviously one sided and Not Fair to those on the side of the rebellionthe rebels didnt,, like, even bismuth didnt think shattering nonfighting gems were fair, but there were situations in which it was,, necessary

I ended up cracked because i got too close to a rebel camp during a battle, then i was put in the mirror like in canon.

Lapis

Lapis.. Lapises.. Lapi.. Lapi were special gems that were almost like Pearls. We were meant to be messengers, and we recorded almost everything we saw at all times.

Regular Lapi were blue with yellow flecks on them. I was a different Lapis, though, specially meant for blue diamond, and i didn’t have the yellow flecks (they were essentially like, bred out?)

Constantly anxious, had flashbacks + dissociative episodes (most flashbacks were emotional instead of visual, so i would have times where i just started freaking out and didn’t always know why)

preferred ‘it’ pronouns (it wasn’t odd for gems to prefer certain pronouns over others, tho we were all still mostly agender beings. it was usually the ones on earth that liked switching pronouns)

Felt bad about not having the yellow flecks other Lapi had.

was SUPER close with steven and the crystal gems--though i wasn’t close with the CGs for a long time (immediately close to Steven though)

CANON DIVERGENCE STARTS HERE:

I did fuse with Jasper, but it was more because i was scared of her than anything

when we fused, though, our shared anger at the CGs made us fight them. we got our ass kicked, though, and were unfused. jasper got away, but i got poofed. Steven convinced the gems to take me home, and he kept me on a pillow on his bed until i healed.

suicide tw; self harm tw;

at some point i attempted to shatter my own gem. im not sure exactly when it happened, but i it was before garnet apologized to me (see Garnet below) i also know steven was the one to find me and talk me into coming home.

after that i had self harming tendencies that i hid from the others. garnet eventually found out and helped me get better, though.

Bismuth

i was terrified of her when i first saw her again; i was in steven’s room hiding on the other side of his bed when he brought her out

she was.. really nice, though. she immediately assumed i was someone she fought, and wanted to put that behind us. i agreed, but was still skittish

because of this, i was there when her and steven went back to the weapons thing. i ended up following them, and i was there for the whole fight with bismuth. i remember me and steven crying as he bubbled her again, and i carried him on my back until we got home. his feet were burned and we were both exhausted.

we brought her back eventually and i love + miss her a lot (possibly romo)

Steven

The ! Best ! Little ! Buddy !

When i told him i was a Special Lapis (a fact i hated) he and connie bought me this like body lotion with glitter in it? i loved it and wore it a lot.

called me and amethyst his sisters for a while (i think sometimes amethyst was Brother, too, but idr for sure)

At some point he told me i was like a mom to him and i ;-; i love him. our relationship was somewhere between parent/sibling

wore dresses and skirts a lot

sometimes he’d get really sad and we’d just sit in silence for a while. when peridot was around we lived in the barn like canon and he’s come over and just nap or something where it was quiet

he got grounded for helping me and when i found that out it made me spiral Bad all over again. the CGs felt bad about it (esp garnet and pearl) but it still hurt.

Jasper

ended up corrupted. steven saved her eventually. i wasn’t entirely against the idea, but he was okay with not bringing her up around me. we tolerated each other eventually, and may have been friends (over the course of like, several years, not the course of the show timeline)

Peridot

Small, but about the same size as steven. she was super clingy and would hug/cuddle/hold hands/etc a lot with me and amethyst. she would also ride on my back a lot if we were walking or flying somewhere

she had problems walking for some reason? i dont remember why but especially on sand she had a hard time

she was.. hit a lot. idk if she ever told me by who, but the way she acted made it obvious.

may have been romo with me and amethyst

Garnet

she actually apologized to me for the mirror thing. they thought that i was mindless/corrupted or a BD follower, which i kind of understood, but they were also kinda mean to me for a while (plus the whole steven being grounded thing..) so she eventually actually apologized for it

she was super affectionate; hugs, kisses, cuddles, etc. romo and platonic!! her and steven snuggled on the couch a lot, her and pearl would openly kiss sometimes, stuff like that

her and pearl had a falling out, but with all of our help pearl ended up getting a lot better and they made up.

Amethyst

i dont remember a lost specifically about her besides the things that overlap with peridot. i do remember sometimes she would shout or move too quickly and me and peri would both be uncomfortable, but she caught on pretty fast.

Pearl

definitely romo for pearl like, Way after things happened

she dated mystery girl for a while, but it wasnt really good for her. when they broke up her mental health got a lot better.

we had a loooong talk some time after garnet apologized to me. me and pearl previously would fight and bicker and say things we didn’t really mean, and after the talk we got a lot better about it.

Blue Pearl

I vaguely remember being friends with Blue before i was put in the mirror. She was shy and quiet, but also kind of snarky a lot (had to be, to put up with Yellow)

i remember meeting her again on earth, and being really happy about it

#sukin #steven universe kin #steven universekin

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Hi there! Got any kiribaku headcanons for bnha?

i’m very weak for kiribaku… you got me.. they got this super slow burn friendship going on like holy fuck is it killing me. let them be stupid in love. kirishima is my muffin okay and bakugou is such a cutie pie too but in a more fussy puff your cheeks out way (i mean lowkey a demon but he’s so.. cute. he’s shorty chub face over there like calm down creampuff).

so.. They dating. it’s a weird relationship without a legit label but they’re romantic in their own ways. kirishima is very good at expressing affection. he initiates everything cause bakugou deems it weak to indulge in any cute activities. unless kirishima starts it and now he can call it a contest.

kirishima likes physical contact quite a bit for starters. the first sight of any tickles started up when kirishima thought it’d be funny to just blow a raspberry to bakugou’s cheek while he was just chilling. and he was greeted with a smack and a scream like “GET OFF ME” which kirishima giggled at and was like alright alright omg sorry bud! didn’t mean to scare you!

but it leaves off cold for a bit. until one day kirishima offers bakugou a massage. he’s talking about how baku needs it and it’d feel great he promises. baku’s all, sure whatever i don’t care. cause! tickling doesn’t even cross his mind at all like he doesn’t even wonder.

so, they get in bakugou’s room when they have any days off and kirishima is proud of his massage skills and ready to get to work ((also lowkey baku’s mom is like…. ya made a friend. How tho)) but yeah! they’re alone and it takes baku a year to agree to lay down on his stomach on the bed and be vulnerable and let kirishima work on his back. just cause they’ve had a couple kissy sessions doesn’t mean it isn’t awkward as hell still.

btw they’ll have weird romantic confession moments like real late at night for some reason aka bakugou yelling out and swearing while kirishima is more timid and is trying to declare his love passionately but can’t quite do it right.

but back to it. kirishima is real good and bakugou can’t deny it. he’s good at working bakugou’s shoulders into mush, so much so that he’s beginning to drift in and out of a nice nap. and while dealing with all the knots baku has, he can be rough with kneading. so far so good, until kirishima decides the next area to massage at is bakugou’s lower back. he’s like oh he’s not as tense here so i’ll ease up the pressure. and the massaging suddenly feels a lot more like ticklish prodding.

like fucking magic, bakugou shakes out of his nap and starts struggling and yelling wildly like HEY HEY SHITHEAD LET GO in that way that he does. and kirishima being a sweetheart is like augh fuck sorry did that hurt? here hold on how about this? and he tries rubbing small circles down his lower back instead and bakugou makes a bunch of odd choking noises and twists and throws kirishima off of him and onto the bed to his side.

now cue all the “what the fuck did you think you were doing” type statements. and kirishima is dumbfounded. he doesn’t know what he did. but he realizes it when he looks up to see bakugou’s disheveled hair and red cheeks and he starts recalling all the weird noises he was making and the way he was squirming like a kid. he just rubs the back of his head goes “ohhhhhhh. hey, sorry was i tickling you? didn’t mean to, man!”

and the quickest response of “no you weren’t, and i’m not” comes right out of baku’s mouth. and kirishima’s thinking to himself like uh.. i didn’t ask if he was ticklish so what’s with the defensive ‘i’m not’ comment?? so now he has 2 options. to drop the convo or unintentionally tease bakugou by trying to communicate. and he goes with the second one.

kirishima has both of his hands up to let baku know he doesn’t mean anything and goes “no need to be embarrassed, like, everyone is ticklish. i am too.. my underarms are off limits i understand don’t worry" and baku’s all “… i didn’t ask and i SAID I’M NOT get it through your thick skull asshole” and this is the exact personality kirishima dated him for, he thinks it’s cute so he’s like “alright alright whateverrr just lay back down” and bakugou REFUSES

and cue the “oh why, are you afraid i’m gonna tickle you???” and bakugou is so bullshit right now he’s like “I’LL KILL YOU” and it doesn’t end up in a tickle fight yet it’s more of a bakugou is just consistently slapping laughing kirishima. plus kirishima doesn’t even end up starting it, like a week later baku does. they’re wicked slow burn chic.

so.. when the tickle fight first starts, it’s cause kirishima has a nightmare while he’s sleeping in baku’s room. he wakes up super upset and he’s all insecure. when he shoots out of bed he’s already crying and it ends up waking bakugou up. at first he’s like “what the HELL it is 1AM lay back down STUPID” and kirishima turns around like HHHAAHA it’s nothing but he’s sniffling super hard and bakugou swallows his pride for his fuckin bf for once to try and cheer him up, or do anything really.

and he’s like uhh uh oh shit what do i do and he’s running through all the things kiri does for him when he’s out of whack. and he thinks of something. more than he’d like to admit, the cheek raspberries kiri always does are kinda… well.. fun. so bakugou grabs kiri by the shoulder and pecks his cheek. and then after a couple of seconds he blows a huge raspberry.

and kirishima makes the most pleased sounding screech. he’s giggling like W-WHAT OH MY GOD?? in just total awe. and tears are streaming down his face from before still. and bakugou is like aight it keeps making him smile just a couple more blows. but like, he’s having fun. and the next thing he knows he thinks back to their earlier convo where kirishima mentioned his underarms. so he stops the kisses and hooks his fingers under kirishima’s arms and squeezes a bunch of times.

now, kirishima was gonna try and tickle bakugou at one point but never in his life did he think bakugou would stoop this low. he’s like “aaAAH you’re cheating!!” and he’s still recovering from crying and kind of snorting. he falls back and basically crushes baku but he doesn’t care like as long as kirishima isn’t crying anymore. and ngl he really is enjoying this stupid play fight. he’s all smug and proud of himself as kirishima rolls around trying to get baku’s fingers out of his armpits and he’s like “bakugouUUUUU!!!!!! MERCY” and dying.

bakugou does finally stop and kirishima is still laying on baku’s lap and panting like a dog. but he has a big smile on his face. and bakugou goes “–alright. now shut up will you” and plops back down thinking it’s OVER.

when kirishima finally recovers he snuggles up closer than ever and gives bakugou his fav type of kisses, the ones that are like just little pecks on the corners of his mouth. and we all know… that kirishima is a sweet boy so of course he’s like “AAA thank you for all the love i love you so much you’re so good to me” and bakugou is like “!! FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE SLEEP ALREADY”

and kirishima just laughs and is like “god i can’t believe you TICKLED me, you’re going soft dude i thought you were gonna blow me up instead” and after he finishes his sentence he scratches at bakugou’s tummy a couple times to punctuate. kirishima isn’t necessarily trying to start shit he’s kinda like that dude who tasers his friends for fun y’know. and baku yelps and immediately grabs kirishima’s wrist and grips it SO HARD.

he’s like “STOP” but kirishima is like “aw come on you started it” and bakugou hates to admit it but he’s super weak to affection so he feels like mush but he’s so determined not to lose his attitude. but he’s not doing so well. he’s turning into a lovesick teenager.

and all of a sudden bakugou’s having flashbacks to all the times his mom used to tickle the hell outta him for being too much of a brat. and how he… never really did so hot with tickles. he is SO fucked rn. cause now kirishima is using a syrupy voice like “what’s the matter?” like OVERLY syrupy like he’s talking to a grumpy kid (well i mean) and bakugou is like, 100% tryna get out of those blankets.

luckily for bakugou he has both of kirishima’s wrists in both his hands, so it’s kinda like a deadlock moment. but, kirishima has this moment of bravery and even though they’re still super awkward with romance he goes in for some neck kisses. but not firm ones…… the dastardly soft ticklish kisses. cause kiri is so desperate to make bakugou laugh. and it WORKS cause now baku tries to let go of kiri’s wrists and back off but kiri just interlocks their fingers tight so he can keep kissing.

BAKUGOU IS SO OFF HIS GAME ATM. cause he keeps trying to threaten kiri but his voice keeps going all weird and giggles are occasionally pouring out of his mouth as he’s DESPERATELY fighting against the tickling. bakugou keeps going “STOP” and growling and kirishima’s like “whaaaaa why can’t i tickle you come on let me it’s fun” and he pretends to stop but then a second later he dives under the covers and goes for his belly. and ohh my god here we go

it’s a mess of constricting blankets and baku trying to kick them off so he can make an attempt at escape. and he’s also trying to grab kirishima but can’t really find him like he’s aware of where he is but he keeps moving and is under a comforter and he can’t grab him correctly. and he’s really ticklish okay so he starts laughing really damn loudly. his laugh is a little rugged and concerned sounding just cause he’s a baby. and he’s always frustrated so he yells the whole time. but, not quite as loud and boisterous as kirishima’s was, it’s more of a screaming squeal for help rather.

but he stops kinda quickly! and honestly bakugou feels kinda lost for a second like he realizes he’s stupid in love to let this happen and he’s in a daze. kirishima comes up and is like “see, wasn’t so bad” and starts with the kissing again but bakugou’s like “okay it’s somewhere in the morning idk when and i’m out of breath you dumbass” and kirishima’s like “HHAH… you right.. can we still hug” and bakugou just turns over like “whatever i’m sleeping” so passively letting kiri snug him.

this is long as FUCK but here it is to match the NUMBER OF REQUESTS kiribaku is real popular! ❤ thanks to everyone who asked!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hcs #hcs #god this is bad BUThejdsfh #i've been pretty off

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