#oops i'm stirring the crap with this

[avianyuh]

Jeon Jungkook as a Boyfriend

So I think we've moved past JK's 'baby' phase

Like, look at him

Grown👏Ass👏Man👏

So I'm not gonna spew any of that "He's scared of girls" crap

He was very young when he debuted and I know for sure he's grown out of that phase of his life.

In three years Kookie will be 30🤧

But, JK is an introvert

I think that's something he has always been and fame has probably made him become a more defined introvert

So I think if one were to be dating him, you would spend a lot of time together at home

Playing video games

If you play the same things as him, I think he'd get a little competitive

If you don't play the same things as him (or if you don't game at all) He would definitely teach you how to play

Would get so much enjoyment out of teasing you

I could see him trying to cook for you

He shares recipes a lot with army so I think he'd cook for you

And if you like to cook, I think he would look forward to whatever you make for him

He loves to be active

But I don't think it'd be a "dealbreaker" if you don't like to exercise

I see him with his gym time the same way I see him with his video game hobby

He'd love to bring you along with him to the gym

Or his home workouts tbh

And force you to do 50 pushups or something stupid

And he'd fake bully you if you couldn't do it

And if you did, he would do 50 more that you so he could still win

Like I said, very competitive

I think he'd like to draw for you

Probably get a tattoo of you once he was really serious about you...

Though he ain't no baby, he is still the member's baby and I think their approval would mean a lot to him

So he'd get nervous when it came to introductions between you and the rest of BTS

But obviously, it would go well so don't worry

You'd get aquatinted with Bam

And all of his other friends

Would do karaoke night at least once a week

Would try to find the perfect moment to say I Love You

But he'd end up putting to much pressure on himself trying to figure out the perfect time to say it

But he ended up blurting it out after he came home from a studio session and was greeted by the smell of you cooking

You had made dinner for him at 12 on the morning because you knew he'd be working late that night

So he just stood in front of the doorway of the kitchen watching you explain why you made dinner so late

And that's when he said it

Arms crossed, big grin plastered on his face as he shook his head

"I Love You"

And you dropped the wooden spoon you were using to stir your pot and you jumped into his arms, returning those same words

UGHHHHH

And then y'all ate and moved it to the bedroom

Where you then passed out due to being stuffed and exhausted from being up so late...

But speaking of the bedroom!

SHEXY SHTUFF:

Ooooo

You guys know about the whole 1)Dom 2)Sub 3) Switch thing right?

Well, I think he'd be option 3

I see him as the type to take the lead most of the time

But, I think on days where he might be a little shy or who knows, maybe you upset him and got in a fight

I see him as the type who would want you to take the lead

But I think most of the time he would be dominate since he gives me control freak vibe

*Cough* Virgo *Cough*

Omg his arms

Imagine him like, lifting you

Oop

I see him as the type to be heavy with the eye contact

I think he'd put an emphasis on pace

I think if he was really trying, or was mad, he'd go faster

But if he had all the time in the world, he'd go slow and that's where he'd really lay on the eye contact

Would take sex as an opportunity to tell you how much he loves you

And yes, I do see him as the type to crack jokes during sex

And honestly my Tumblr friends, that is what you want in a man

Get freaky but at the same time have fun

Btw, have fun tracing those tattoos!

[howlingday]

Ruby: Good morning, sleepyhead~.

Jaune: (Stirs) Ruby? (Smiles) You're here... Finally...

Ruby: (Strokes his cheek) I missed you, Vomit Boy.

---------------------------------------------------

Jaune: (Chuckles) Are you even listening to me?

Ruby: Hm?

Jaune: About this weekend?

Ruby: Oh! Right! Menagerie! Sounds great!

Jaune: I'll see about getting a boat. Maybe we can start our vacation early below deck, huh~? Heck, if it's nice enough, we might not ever leave! Sound good~?

Ruby: Oh, I can't wait to try the kinds of food they have our there! (Bites into dinner) Mm! But... it's not gonna be as good as what you make.

Jaune: You like it? I grew the tomatoes myself and the cheese is made from a local dairy.

Ruby: You even baked cookies!

Jaune: Yup! From an old, family recipe~.

Ruby: Oh? Care to tell me more~?

Ruby: (Scroll rings) I'll get it! (Answers) Hello?

Ruby: ...Hellooo~? ...Hello?

???: (Via scroll) You can tell so much about a woman by what she lets into her body.

???: Some people will eat a balanced diet. Others, I hear, only consume plant matter. However, we shouldn't ignore those who choose to ear only animal products.

???: WHAT KIND OF WOMAN ARE YOU, ROSE?

Ruby: Who is this?!

???: In case you're wondering, I would say "None of the above". (Chuckles) Because I am far above any mortal woman. I only have the juiciest of human meat for my bread, just like I only have the juiciest of human meat for my bed~.

Jaune: (Puts blade to Ruby's throat)

Salem: (Cackles) FAREWELL!

Jaune: Ruby... What's taking so long? Weren't we eating? SIT DOWN.

Ruby: ...Oops! Crap... Jaune, let's go ahead and book that cruise. Now. Before THEY show up.

Jaune: (Sheathes blade) You're right. We sh- Oh! Looks like a storm is coming...

Ruby: You have no idea.

Yang: (Via text) THEY'RE COMIN RUBES

Ruby: Guess it's too late for that cruise, huh?

Jaune: NO! NOOOOOO! (Stumbles, Falls) RUBY! HEEELP! (Shifts)

Ruby: (Catches him) Here we go again...

My name is Ruby Rose. I'm a Huntress, and I kill Grimm. Destiny has brought me to fall in love with the Queen of Grimm's consort. Her monstrous hordes won't stop coming to take him. But I gave my word that I'd slaughter every last one, all of them, no matter their size, until he belongs to only me. I'll fight every Kingdom if it means killing these foes who threaten my happiness. The happiness and love I still see in his eyes. And because...

I LOVE KILLING FUCKING GRIMM

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 36 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Vince

I could count the times I've been to Xavier's place on one hand.

He insisted on moving out of the pack-house shortly after he turned seventeen, insisting he'd need a place for him and his mate to settle down, away from all the Betas and bad memories of the pack-house.

In the beginning, I thought it was a stupid idea, he couldn't even cook a decent meal for himself but over time I learned to envy him.

Some days, I didn't want to be reminded of our childhood either and despite it all, I remained at the pack-house.

The first time I went to his place was to help him move all his crap.

The second time, I had bought groceries to fill his fridge and pantry after realizing the kid had been raiding Loreta's kitchen at the wee hours of the morning and the last time I had been here was when I found him passed out on the bathroom floor after missing a council meeting.

He was always at least twenty minutes early to anything, never missed anything even if he was sick, so when he didn't show up or answer any of my texts, calls or mind linked me back, I knew something was wrong and, well, this place didn't have many good memories either.

A part of me wondered why I even showed up in the first place.

Maybe Michael was getting to my head but Simon was obviously more happy with everyone else.

Maybe he was just trying to be cordial, force himself to stay near me but did he really want me here anyways?

Just from out here, I could see them standing in the kitchen talking and laughing with each other.

Decidedly, I turned around, deciding to head back to my room to work on some paperwork.

"You coming in?" I heard Xavier call out from the doorway, wearing a 'kiss the chef' apron I never knew he owned.

"We're running a bit late for dinner. We could use some help."

Behind him, Simon poked his head out, wearing another tacky apron. They both looked ridiculous.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I told them.

I followed them into the house, the kitchen a total wreck as the two idiots in aprons went back to work.

Simon was going back and forth between manning the stove and helping Xavier with the vegetables.

Xavier was the walking definition of clumsy, I wasn't sure what gave Simon the bright idea to make him in charge of prepping.

I watched with bated breath as Xavier held the knife haphazardly, many close calls as Simon stirred the pot.

Both Simon and I stared in concern when Xavier's knife slipped clattering to the ground, luckily away from anyone's feet.

"Oops," he mumbled, letting out a nervous laugh as Simon went to grab it and place it in the sink.

He grabbed a clean knife, handing it to me instead.

"Maybe you should chop the onions," he said.

"Xavier, just stir the pot."

"He's always been a klutz," I responded softly.

"Hey, I heard that. At least I didn't fall out of a hammock, like an idiot," he rebutted.

I threw a piece of onion at him.

"It was one time."

"Yeah, at a Walmart in front of a bunch of people," he jabbed.

I rolled my eyes, Simon laughing to himself as he continued to cut the other onions with expert precision.

"You're good at that," I found myself saying.

He turned, raising his brow, before shrugging.

"I helped with the cooking at home."

"Oh."

I wondered if I shouldn't have bothered to say anything but he smiled before pointing at the hand-written recipe on the table.

"Did your mom cook a lot?"

I shrugged.

"Not much. We had Loreta to cook most of our meals but mom would insist on cooking on the weekends and for the holidays she insisted on making dessert."

Xavier turned to chime in.

"She'd make this awesome pumpkin bread. I could scarf down the whole thing if I wanted."

"But she'd slap you upside the head if you did," I scoffed.

"Personally, I think her pumpkin crunch was better."

"You're crazy, it was always too much frosting," he pointed the spoon at me, before realizing he was spilling everywhere.

"The frosting was the best part."

He made a face.

"No, it was definitely the crust."

"Whatever."

Almost so faint I couldn't hear, I heard Simon whisper...

"I missed this."

"Ah, shit," I heard him say suddenly loudly.

Our heads turned, in total shock at his curse word.

He set the knife down, blinking a lot like he had something in his eyes.

Tears were starting to form but he quickly grabbed a paper towel to dab at it.

"Damn, onions."

"Here."

I touched his shoulder, not ignoring the way he flinched away from it.

"I'll finish cutting the vegetables."

He sat down across the counter in the barstool, the paper towel hovering in front of his face, as he dried his eyes occasionally.

A part of me wondered if it was actually the onion's fault at all.

After finishing up with the vegetables and placing them in the pot, I checked my mom's recipe, not being able to read any of her scribbled writing.

"You can understand this?" I asked Simon, holding up the paper.

He set the paper towel aside, moving around the counter to look at the writing.

He pointed at it before replying...

"Simmer on low heat."

How he deciphered that was beyond me.

He chuckled at my confused expression before looking over at the pot Xavier was still stirring.

He took a spoonful and blew on it before handing it to Xavier.

"Try it."

Xavier sipped on it before swallowing the whole thing.

He stood still, then blinked, his mouth dropping open.

"Woah," was all he had to say.

Simon smiled at that before ladling up another spoonful, gingerly handing it towards me.

"Here. Tell me if it needs anything."

I grabbed the spoon from his hand, slowly sipping it, the flavors immediately dancing on my tongue and after a few seconds, I understood why it had left Xavier speechless.

A wave of nostalgia had hit me, just from that small amount of stew.

I was suddenly transported back in time, sitting with my whole family, including Michael and David, enjoying my mom's same stew on the weekend.

Even my cousin Dwaine and his family were there, my dad there at the head of the table, back to his happy self, the one before Michael shared the news.

Everyone was talking and laughing, catching up with how our day went.

"Good?" Simon chimed in, the memory still playing out in my head.

"Does it need more salt?"

"No, it's great," I replied.

"Perfect."

"Literally," Xavier added before turning to me.

"I told you he's good."

I hummed, as we all grabbed a bowl.

I think we all grabbed a bigger portion than necessary but we didn't care, it was insanely delicious.

So much so that we didn't really speak as we ate.

The silence didn't bother us, as we were so engrossed in the stew.

They would make small talk and I chimed in occasionally but Xavier and Simon seemed to really enjoy talking with each other.

I almost felt out of place suddenly, totally lost about whatever it was they were discussing.

"You didn't invite your friends?" I asked randomly thinking about his interaction with them earlier.

"Friends?"

"Aspen, Cedar, Brady, Grant."

Simon frowned, tilting his head in confusion.

"It was only going to be us and Michael, of course but he's busy."

"Oh," and just like that, I made things awkward.

"Never mind."

I took their dishes, letting them continue to talk as they carried their conversation to the couch and to escape the awkward silence that filled the air.

Of course, my stupid mouth made everything awkward again.

I scrubbed at the cutting boards and pots with more force than necessary, letting the sounds of the scrubber and running water drown out whatever it is they were blabbering about.

I set the pot down a bit louder than intended, looking for other dishes when I spotted a reusable container on the side with some of the leftover stew in it.

Michael's portion.

Tempted to toss it, I bit my lip, knowing it would only make things worse.

Besides, I wasn't about to waste a delicious meal but, I guess it was better that Michael wasn't here.

He would've just taunted me the whole time, continuing his charade from earlier.

As I put the dishes away, hopefully in the right place, I'd glance over at the two of them on the couch, talking as if Simon had never left.

"Consider yourself lucky you haven't been around Craig and Toby, those two are so annoyingly cute. It's like Cedar and Bryce on steroids. They try to pretend they're not a thing but it's so obvious I'm pretty sure my mom could tell from one look at them," Xavier was ranting.

"But, they're totally nice. Well, maybe not so much Toby. Don't make short jokes or you'll never survive that."

Simon smiled.

"I remember Toby. He was always a little defensive."

"Oh," Xavier exclaimed.

"You remember April and Abigail? They finally adopted."

"Aw, I'm happy for them. It was about time they adopted."

Watching them was like seeing Simon connect with his friends earlier, which only reminded me of what Michael was saying...

'He doesn't need you.'

[infuriatedleprechaun]

"A mate is supposed to boost their spouse's ego. A brother's is to knock it down a few pegs. It's called balance, Raphael" Aqua gave a small huff of amusement.

"You've been working so hard" Aqua assured Leo, eyes gentle. Though deep down? She knew she'd have to work on hardening her exterior and mind again. For the past few days, she's felt a stir within her.

She's told Leo about it, and her son. Aqua was hoping more than anything that it would awaken during her training. She trained for about 6-8 hours a day, supereon was whipping them back into fighting shape quickly. They'd have their old body abilities in no time at this rate.

But so far, her entity was either not awake yet, or it was waiting for the perfect moment. Possibly for her to completely drop her guard. Which she's been doing more than she's cared to admit. She shouldn't and doesn't get that luxury, she would do well to remember that.

.

.

Striker had to much pride in her son, the rate he was learning was absolutely astronomical. Only a few weeks in and she could see an insane improvement.

"Think I could take dad on?" He grinned at the supereon.

"Your dad is a force to be wreckoned with. Don't take that fight lightly, kiddo" Striker snickered. Not only did all the Cybertronian have lots of experience, they were also very aware of traditional Elemental combat styles and how to efficiently go against them.

Striker was doing a cool off with her boy, light sparring, practicing fit ins, slow motion move practice, they were just chilling and catching up, armonius had many questions about Elemental customs, ways of life, etc. Armonius seemed to be living for it, getting obsessed with the fight.

"Ready to head back?" Looks like everyone else left a while ago. Thankfully, her sister's, cousins' and her training were coming along as well. Their bodies weren't like fish out of water anymore.

"Sure mom" Armonius walked with her back to the house, they both needed a shower. They made it from the cliffs/Beach, were walking past the commissary when an upset young blonde confronted them. Not looking happy at Armonius.

"You forgot again" she pouted, crossing her arms.

"Oh crap. I'm sorry Lucy" the boy looked sheepish.

"Who's this?" Lucy asked in annoyance.

"My mom" the blonde rolled her eyes at that. Since Striker LOOKED to be the same age as him.

"Ditching a date to be with your "mom" yeah ok. Don't bother texting me" she turned around and left.

"Oops" Striker simply said. Though secretly she was a bit relieved her son had a new hobby than women around the island or troops on base....

@darkness-to-redemption

Opposites Attract

“Careful, you idiot.” Leonardo snarled at his youngest brother. “They’ll hear you, scatter and I’ll have to chase them all around the city.”

[semirahrose]

The Winchester Brothers and “Starvation Eating”

And why the theory that Dean has been starved (inevitably followed by the assumption that Sam has obviously been well-fed his entire life) is not adequately supported by canon or by published studies of the short or long-term effects of starvation—but that was too long to put in the title.

So someone reblogged my post on Sam’s eating habits to add a link to their own analysis, which made some wonderful points but also some that I strongly disagree with and needed to talk about. In short, their analysis implied that Dean showed evidence of having been starved as a child and Sam didn’t and that Sam’s eating issues and need to control what goes into his body are somehow evidence of class issues, which I don’t think is the primary cause.

I won’t be addressing the second bit, since I sorta made my case here (and foolscapper wrote some amazing analysis here), but I freaking need to talk about the way-too-common and unfounded assumption that Dean starved (usually “for Sam”). Not only is that a selective and way too narrow interpretation of canon, but the “evidence” people use to support the starved!Dean theory often contradicts canon and/or published studies on the effects of starvation.

BUT before I begin, anyone who has also heard “evidence” that the discrepancies in the brothers’ heights implies that Dean starved should read this awesome blogger’s great rebuttal.

Okay, back to eating.

All the pieces of analysis I’ve seen that claim Dean starved for Sam use one or all of these things to justify their conclusions: 

The fact that Dean likes to eat, talks about food, and tends to eat quite a bit, which people assume is related to past starvation.

That scene in “Something Wicked” where Dean gives Sam the last of the Lucky Charms.

That time in 4.04 when Travis the hunter asked Dean if he’s ever been really hungry, “like, haven’t-eaten-in-days hungry?” and Dean sorta smiles and says, “Yeah!” 

But let’s take a look at those one at a time.

Yes, it’s true that people who have experienced starvation display increased thoughts about food. They tend to eat a lot more, and often hoard food. A closely monitored experiment tried to test the short-term effects of starvation on a group of 36 men, and while the men started out active and healthy, their moods, mental health, and behaviors quickly deteriorated. Behaviors like the ones mentioned above did persist in the weeks after the “semistarvation” (as in, they decreased calorie intake by around half). But the “majority of participants” reported that those behaviors associated with starvation were drastically reduced after 5 months, and after 8 months, most of the participants, with a few exceptions, had completely returned to normal eating habits. In fact, another published study looked ahead far longer than 8 months. Over 50 male and female Holocaust survivors participated in a study and survey of how their eating habits had been affected long-term by severe starvation. Their results, personally reported and independently verified by the participants’ families, were not significantly different from the data gathered from the control group. While Dean does eat a lot and think about food, those are some of the only things he has in common with survivors of starvation. So it is absolutely correct to say that Dean has some things in common with people who have been starved, but it is not at all accurate to assert that he “eats like someone who’s been starved,” especially since the behaviors the meta writers cite would likely not persist that long and could easily be influenced by other factors. I’m not saying both Sam and Dean don’t show symptoms/haven’t shown symptoms of children who suffer from food insecurity, but I am saying that these published studies don’t bear out these people’s assertions, and canon doesn’t have near enough evidence to definitively state that either brother “starved.” Absolutely, it’s likely that they’ve been hungry, but that’s as far as we can go.

As @queen-of-carven-stone pointed out, Dean threw away perfectly good and relatively nutritious/filling SpaghettiOs. That is not the behavior of someone who has starved. Even after the starvation experiments I linked to above, some participants hoarded food and ate several times their daily allowance for calories. When people use this to imply that Dean starved for Sam, it just doesn’t hold water. Hiding the last of the Lucky Charms is not hoarding. It’s being human and wanting to stash things so your siblings can’t get to them. If Dean took the SpaghettiOs and ravenously consumed them when Sam rejected them, people might have some basis for a case for starved!Dean, but that’s not what happened. Considering how lightly both Sam and Dean handled the subject of food in that scene, it doesn’t seem like either of them were starving. Also, some people point to Bad Boys, where Dean stole things for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and got caught... but they forget that Dean only stole because he gambled their food money away at the card tables. Dean was obviously trying to do what he thought was best, and he clearly did what he could to care for Sam when he was younger, but he was far from the self-sacrificing, semi-starved white knight some fans try to paint him as.

That quote from 4.04 gets bandied around quite a bit, but please watch the clip rather than reading the transcripts. For anyone who wants to check it out, the relevant conversation starts around 19:30 and goes until 20:00 in the episode.  It’s nothing like people make it out to be. The way Dean answers the question is not solemn or dramatic, haunted-eyed as he recalls starvation. He responds enthusiastically, nearly smiling. Jensen is a fantastic actor. If he’d wanted us to see pain there, we would have. I’m not saying that Dean hasn’t experienced hunger--obviously he has been hungry, but that could range from actually having not eaten for days because there was no food, to not eating anything but canned beans and peanut butter for a few days while hunting a werewolf, to working up an intense appetite on a hunt, to having a wild sex marathon and becoming dehydrated, to being constantly hungry and having a bottomless pit for a stomach when he was going through puberty (I’ve watched two brothers do it), to straight-up hyperbole. Some seem more likely than others to me, and “Dean has actually and repeatedly been starved (for Sam’s sake)” simply isn’t one of them.

Some additional bits that didn’t fit above:

But don’t people who experience starvation make weird food combinations. What about all the weird things Dean added to Mac’n’Cheese? Sure, that’s true. But as one of five siblings raised by a single parent in a crappy trailer without heating or air conditioning (or running water or electricity, though we made do without) on $12,000 a year... we also made weird food combinations, but it wasn’t because we were starving. (We also were responsible for making most of our own food from when we were pretty young, but there was usually a 5 gallon pot of something in the fridge--chicken noodles or spaghetti or something...but that stuff gets old fast, lemme tell ya.) We had food, but there wasn’t always great variety and it wasn’t always things we liked to eat, so we added cheese and tons of other things to ramen noodles to make them new and exciting. So I might consider the possibility that the varieties of Mac could be evidence of food insecurity or even inadequate knowledge of nutrition or a typical kid’s desire to make the same-old fare new, but there’s just not enough there to say that anyone “starved.” Also, while people are using Dean’s culinary weirdness to justify him starving, they forget that Sam often had to make his own meals (5.06) and--of all things in the world--craved marshmallow nachos as a kid (11.08). If people want to say that Dean’s varieties of Mac’n’Cheese are evidence of starvation, it’s funny that they ignore “evidence” of the same for Sam.

But Dean’s still more likely to have not had food than Sam! Not necessarily true? In fact, while Dean and John were out hunting, Sam was left alone in motel rooms for multiple days and expected to travel alone across multiple states to meet them (11.08). He was 9 at the time, but the episode made it clear that he may have been left (alone) since Sam was 5. Sam also mentioned in 11.19 that, during those times when he was alone, he was terrified that John and Dean were dead and tried to figure out what he’d do if they were gone and wasn’t in the state of mind to do so. This is totally speculation, but I think it’s reasonable: it strikes me as unlikely that he’d be making himself balanced, nutritious meals while he was entertaining those thoughts. In fact, season 1 makes it clear that Sam, grieving Jess’s death and worrying about his own nature, barely eats or sleeps. Again, I’m speculating, but it doesn’t take a huge leap to wonder if those habits were formed in childhood. 

So, sure. Sam and Dean may not have had a terribly secure food situation, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t have enough food. As an exception to that prevalent assumption, I felt the need to speak out. Growing up without much money didn’t mean that my family lacked for food. It just meant that the variety available to us was limited. Not saying that’s how things went for the Winchesters, but assuming they starved is just as presumptuous as assuming otherwise (and I feel like the flashbacks reveal that they usually had something to eat... and maybe sometimes they didn’t, but if someone wants to call that fact, they need a lot more than what they have.

I will buy malnourished!Winchesters every day of the week and twice on Sunday. I still have cracks in my teeth from obsessively eating ice as a kid. (Yay, iron deficiency!!) But assuming Dean starved and did so for Sam, who ate at the cost of Dean’s health... is at best an indulgent fanon theory and at worst a gross misinterpretation of canon and information widely available about starvation.

Okay haha rant over. I’m not a professional in this area, so take this with a few grains of salt. It’s just that stuff like that bothers me. People are welcome to cradle their headcanons all they want, but they’re still headcanons.

more meta

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

(A little My Hero Academia fun for the new year. It's a loose continuation of this one.)

The announcement that the retired Symbol of Peace was adopting a child set the press into a frenzy few could match. Finding out it was one of his second year students took that frenzy and boosted it to truly alarming levels for a little while. It was probably for the best that the UA Barrier had been replaced with a force field in the wake of Shigaraki's last, disastrous attack.

Inko had all but permanently moved into the teachers' dorms, to avoid harrassment via paparazzi at her apartment. This had not, unfortunately, gotten rid of the rumors.

"Miss Inko, I'm done! I did all the letters- oops."

Inko looked up to see the former head of the League of Villains, now a six year old boy courtesy of Eri's quirk overloading, holding up a handful of dust. With Eraserhead's help, Tenko had improved greatly in controlling his quirk. And Eri, as his self-proclaimed Big Sister, was usually there to reverse any damage he inadvertently caused to people. Homework, however, she couldn't save.

"You got excited and forgot to watch your fingers, huh?" Inko asked sympathetically. "It's alright, everyone has accidents sometimes."

Inko still wasn't sure how she'd ended up being Eri and Tenko's tutor, but at least it kept her from getting stir-crazy here in UA. Oh, she was delighted to be able to see her son so often, and Toshinori had made her feel very welcome. She just would've liked to be a little more active without the press following her to ask questions about All Might.

A familiar set of footsteps, thumping their way up the stairs, distracted Inko for a moment. "Oh," she said, "That sounds like Izuku."

"Cousin Deku's coming?" Tenko gasped, brightening. (No one had figured out yet why the rewound ex-villain was so adamant that Izuku was his cousin, but he refused to be swayed on the matter.) "Eri, Eri! Deku's coming to visit!"

Sure enough, the second year himself appeared in the doorway moments later, and was immediately swarmed by the six and seven year olds.

"Deku, Deku, come play!" Eri laughed, clinging to his arm.

"Mr. Torino got us Mario Kart!" Tenko added, "And I didn't even break the controller! You gotta play it with us!"

"You gotta!" Eri nodded, "You were interning forever and ever! We missed you!"

Izuku grinned and crouched to ruffle Tenko's hair. There was a phone cradled between his ear and shoulder that neither child had noticed at first.

"Oops. Sorry," Eri said in a slightly guilty tone. She elbowed Tenko, and he parroted her apology.

"It's alright," Izuku reassured them, "I'm actually just passing the phone off to my mom."

He held the phone out with a smirk. "It's Hisashi, Mom. You forgot to give him your new number."

"Oh nuts, you're right!" Inko groaned. She took the phone and shuffled away to speak to her ex-husband.

She had to hold the phone away from her ear slightly as Hisashi's excited voice squawked loudly over the line.

"Inko! You didn't tell me you were dating All Might!!"

"Well, I-" Inko flushed bright red. "That's not e- exactly what-"

"I mean, dang, when we split I know I told you to trade up, but HOLY CRAP, INKO!"

"I-it's not-"

Oh dear. Hisashi was too full of fanboy energy to hear what Inko was saying. Wouldn't be the first time.

"You went after the Symbol of Peace! And you landed him so hard he's adopting Izuku? Freaking legendary, Inko. You're my freakin' hero. Do you even realize how many bragging points this gives me at work?"

"Noooo, 'Sashiiiii!" Inko groaned, dropping her face into her palm, "Too many people know already!"

"So, so, so, c'mon, spill! What's it like co-parenting with All Might? I mean, logically he's gotta be better suited to parenthood than me. He's got that "everyone's dad" energy, y'know?"

Eventually Inko was just too embarrassed to talk, and handed the phone back to Izuku.

"Mom's in sweater town now," he said matter-of-factly.

Hisashi snickered on the other end of the line. "My bad. Hey, 'Zu, there's a Guild of Legends tournament coming up this weekend. You in?"

Izuku ran over the date in his mind until he'd confirmed that he didn't have anything going on.

"Sure! See you online, Hisashi."

"Later, dude."

Eri wrinkled her nose in confusion. "I thought Mr. Hisashi was your other dad?" she asked, "How come you call him by his name?"

Izuku shrugged. "Because he asked me to. He hasn't lived with us since I was really really little. So when he and Mom split up, he said it made more sense for me to treat him like a fun uncle." He paused. "Which he totally is. Almost every video game I own came from him. He likes to play online co-op with me."

He didn't seem to notice his mother off to the side, still mortified. "They're talking about it on I-Island now?" she groaned, "We're never going to live this down! Oh dear, I need to call Toshi. Does he know about this?"

Tenko tugged Izuku's sleeve and pointed to Inko. "Ohh," he said, "Is that where you get the mumble thing?"

[xmenimagine]

Imagine: Bun.

Requested by Anon. Includes: Alex Summers x Reader Request: * Can I get a fluffy oneshot of Alex Summers x reader where she makes a pregnancy announcement to him?

Note: I love me my Alex Summers.

CRAP ENDING BC I AM CRAP AT ENDING THESE THINGS. NO REAL REASON, I JUST SUCK AT IT.

    Jubilee had been laying down on her stomach on her bed, grinning widely as she looked between Jean and yourself, no longer flicking through the magazine she had been reading, or picking at the bowl of popcorn she had pushed to the side. Jean had pulled you into Jubilee's room while you had been walking past, something she had done more than once while you walked past her bedroom—more often than not it was because she wanted advice about the youngest Summers brother, proclaiming you as an expert about him because you were married to the eldest Summers brother. Jubilee continued to stare at you, waiting for your reaction as you processed the words that Jean had told you. It was a lot to take in, and you didn't even think about it being a possibility before, not now at least. She had sat you down on the desk chair, noticing how you seemed to be in shock, and glanced over to Jubilee quickly before she turned back to you when you stuttered out your response.

    "S-So, you're telling me that I'm—"

    "Pregnant? Yes." Jean nodded.

    "H-How did you, uh…?"

    "I could hear it."

    "I don't understand." With the shake of your head, you furrowed your eyebrows and placed your hands on the armrests of the desk chair.

    Jubilee interrupted before Jean could answer, "Babies are cute, you know when they're not crying. I read that the baby's brain develops at three weeks, and then a week later it starts functioning. How cool is that?" She asked, clearly not seeing that you were in shock.

    "I don't know how, but I could hear it," she ignored Jubilee. "Do you have any idea how far along you might be?" Jean raised an eyebrow at you, talking slowly and calmly, unlike Jubilee.

    "She's not showing so she's before twelve or sixteen weeks," Jubilee pointed out. "I read it in a magazine." She shrugged. "Also, did you know that babies can recognise their mother's voice while in the womb still? That's cute."

    "Jubilee!" Jean glared at her, motioning to you. Jubilee looked over and pursed her lips, taking in your still form, watching how your hands gripped the armrests tightly and your eyes stayed staring at the handles of her dresser draws.

    "Oops."

    "What do I do?" You asked quietly but quickly.

    "What?" Jean looked back at you.

    "What do I do? I don't even know if Alex wants to have children. What if—"

    "Uh, first of all," Jubilee held her finger up, silencing you. "He married you," she pointed out. "Second of all, have you seen how he is with children? Did you not see what I saw when we went shopping last week? He was making faces at a baby, smiling at it, looking over at you, multiple times. Was the ranch dressing really that interesting to look at? Did you really not see any of that?"

    "W-I-He—"

    "Girl, he wants to have a baby with you," Jubilee told you, clicking her tongue, looking back down at her magazine, becoming bored at your lack of a reaction.

    Jean breathed in deeply, rolling her eyes. "What Jubilee is trying to say," she stressed, "is that Alex will be more than happy to start a family with you. He loves you, he's going to love that child you have inside of you. Do you have any ideas on how you're going to tell him?"

    "Tell him? You've only just told me!" You replied, raising your voice in a panic.

    "Uh, right, okay, well—" Jean scratched the back of her head.

    "Am I planning a pregnancy announcement?" Jubilee looked up from the magazine again.

    "Uh, it's not your announcement to make," Jean told her. "Therefore, you're going to help plan one."

    Jubilee waved her off. "Same thing."

    Slowly, you stood up, placing your hand on your stomach—despite not showing yet—and spoke quietly, "We're having a baby."

    Jean looked back at you and grinned, nodding as she echoed you, "We're having a baby!"

-

    Almost two hours later, Alex got back to the mansion with Hank and Scott. Jubilee and Jean had been planning a way in which you could announce the pregnancy to Alex, they both wanted something over the top, but you knew that that wasn't what you wanted to do. To try and get rid of some of the nerves you had, you tried to busy yourself. First, you cleaned up the room you shared with Alex, but it wasn't that difficult as Alex usually kept the room pretty tidy—a habit he picked up from when he was drafted into the war. Then, without thinking about it, you cleaned up Scott's room—which took a lot longer because Scott didn't seem to understand the use of a washing basket or hanger or that he could, in fact, use his desk for something other than a place to leave empty food wrappers and a shoe. But, once more, you still couldn't sit still. Warren, who was making his way through the mansion with Kurt, spotted you and suggested that you baked something—you knew it was because he just wanted you to cook so he didn't have to, but you did so nonetheless.

    When Alex had found you in the kitchen, you had mixing bowls, flour, eggs, empty cases and weighing scales all over the kitchen island. He chuckled to himself and walked in, knocking on the door as he did so, causing you to turn your head to see who it was. Alex greeted you with a gentle kiss on the lips before he raised an eyebrow at the mess you made. Instead of questioning you, he picked up some of the empty cases and started to place them on one of the trays. Jubilee and Jean had taken too long to come up with an idea, neither one liking the other idea, so it left you so deal with it yourself, knowing that Scott would find out from Jean, who would then slip it to Alex before you could. It wasn't the best idea you could come up with, but the way you announced it wasn't really a priority for you, only telling Alex as soon as possible was.

    "Hey, Alex?"

    "Yeah, Doll?" He glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow as he slowed down his action of placing the cases onto the tray.

    Without looking over to him, still stirring the mixture, you cleared your throat. "Could you check the oven before you preheat? I think I remember Ororo complaining about Peter hiding things around the mansion earlier. I just want to make sure he didn't put anything in there that would either; smell, melt, or explode."

    Alex chuckled to himself, knowing full well that Peter was, in fact, hiding things after seeing Scott fumble around with his eyes squeezed shut because Peter wanted to try out the 'cool specs' before they left for the day. He moved over to the oven. "Yeah, okay."

    With a quiet, deep breath, you put the spoon down and slowly turned to face him. He pulled the door of the oven down and opened his mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared. Nervously, you wiped some of the mixture that had stuck to your hands from the bowl onto the apron you were wearing, balling your hands tightly as they shook. You knew that, had the girls had come up with something sooner, this moment would have been smoother and better planned. But, it was like torture waiting for him to say something—anything. Slowly, he reached his hand into the oven and pulled it out.

    "Doll?" He started. "Any reason why Peter would have hidden a bun in the oven?" Alex looked over at you, pushing his hair, that had fallen out of his hairband, from his face while holding it up. Silently, a small smile crept onto your face as you waited, you knew it wouldn't take him long.

    "I don't know," you shrugged. "Why do you think there was a bun in the oven?"

    All confusion dropped from his face as he stared at you. "You're pregnant?" The smile on your face grew as you nodded. "We're having a baby?"

    "Yeah, we are."

    "We're having an actual baby?"

    "Well, I'm hoping not to give birth to a goat, Alex."

    He dropped the bun, letting it hit the ground, not really thinking about it as he walked over and placed his hands on your hips, his eyes staring at your stomach. "We're having a baby."

    "Surprise!" You replied quietly, still nervous.

    Alex looked back up at you, tears pricking his eyes as he grinned. "I'm going to be a dad," he laughed happily. "I'm going to be a dad!" He yelled excitedly that time before peppering kisses all over your face, not caring about the flour on your forehead or cheek. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you against him in a tight hug, while his head buried in the crook of your neck. "I'm going to be a dad," he whispered once more before he pulled his head back to look at you, his eyes growing wider as he suddenly pointed something out, "We aren't going to let Peter babysit."

[stargazer-luna]

Oops, meant to do this earlier...

Oof, uh... I guess I'll do:

Soldier, Poet, King.

Genre: Fantasy fiction and allegory

Audience: teens and up

Tags: none bc I'm not putting it on here and I'm really bad about not tagging crap lol

Stage of writing process: The first draft of the Prolouge is written with a few sentences of chapter 1. Much more is in my head, but... you know...

Synopsis

An evil king? An ancient war? Yeah, right. Sure, gramps, whatever you say... these things fluttered through a 9 year old Saxon's mind, his thoughts elsewhere. Who had time for stories about things that happened 300 years ago, if they were even true? Even his grandpa didn't really believe the stories. He was just using them to make children fall asleep quicker. But something in the child's heart stirred. What if it was true...?

Then, a mysterious young woman walks into the little peaceful town of Byburn, her dark blue eyes enchanting the boy. Her eyes changed to a deep violet as she sang a haunting tune about a Soldier, a Poet, and a Ruler, all of whom were supposed to arrive. Most scoffed, but Saxon heard the music and choir behind her words, knowing she was telling the truth. But just as suddenly as she walked in, she disappeared without a trace, leaving only a necklace for him to trace her down with.

Now, 10 years later, as the only person in town who can remember the song, Saxon leaves, searching for the woman who left him with so many questions. But when he finds her, he's surprised to see that she hasn't aged at all, and she leads him into a future that he never could have imagined in his wildest dreams...

Oh, and that war his grandpa had told him about? It's more real than anything else he had ever known...

Tagging: @tildeathiwillwrite @idkaguyorsomething and anyone else who wants to join

WIP Introduction: Phoenix

Okay I've been meaning to do this for forever and I just got tagged to do a WIP intro by @tildeathiwillwrite, so I'm finally going to actually post this!

Rules: Fill out the questions for your wip!

Blank Questions: Title, Genre, Audience, Tags, Stage of the Writing Process, Synopsis

Genre: Sci-fi, superhero, coming-of-age

Audience: Young adults/early twenties

Tags: #phoenix the novel, #phoenix, #ash, #jett, #phoenix and ash

Stage of writing process: very early first draft 😅

Synopsis:

Jett's family has been protecting this city for generations, and as the oldest child, he's quickly stepping into place as the new leader in the fight against their main nemesis, Sterling. Until Sterling turns up dead after a battle, leaving behind two traumatized child soldiers, 21-year-old Phoenix and 8-year-old Ash. Now Jett has to deal with the new threat of the very angry and very fiery Phoenix, along with trying to form a bond with Ash, whom he spontaneously adopted.

Ash isn't used to receiving affection or kindness. But Jett and the superheroes, the people he's supposed to hate, are giving him both. Could it really be that there are people who don't immediately resort to abuse at any provocation? And even if it's true, should he stay with them or try to get back to his sister Phoenix, even though she and Jett are enemies?

Phoenix has dealt with Sterling's abuse all her life, and now that she's free, she's ready to take her life into her own hands. And part of that includes taking down the heroes that she blames for not rescuing her as a child. But two things stand in her way: the fact that they've taken in her brother/not-brother Ash, and the way Jett infuriatingly continues to extend kindness to her, even though she knows it has to be some sort of trap. As she goes on a journey of self-discovery and arson, will Jett be able to break through to her before she destroys herself?

Gently tagging: @late-to-the-fandom @stargazer-luna @themswritinwords and anyone else who wants to join! Introduce your WIPs to me! 😁

[vipfeels]

I wouldn't be saying shit about the picture coming from google. I'm not those idols saying that, so take me out of that group. And if the statement wasn't release then none of this crap would be going, but nope it is because y'all crying ass bitches brought it up.

Oops you forgot to go on anon. But it looks like you don’t follow me so you don’t know me. Let me tell you something, I’m not coming for your oppas, I’m coming for the idiot who decided to plagiarize Top’s stage. Take a few seats and stop trying stir up trouble will y'all. Lol we started this? I’m sorry I didn’t know that we weren’t allow to call people out on their wrongdoings. Sorry for hurting your feeling, do you need a hug? Oh wait, Dispatch wrote an article on it! Oh yeah this all started because of VIPs. Please, if that stage weren’t so similar to Top’s then none of this would’ve started.