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lovingmymans · 3 months ago

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Chapter Five : The Ducks vs The New Kids

Pairings : Hints of Dean Portman x Julie Gaffney

Word Count : 3.4k

Warnings : Fluff, Soft Dean, Mentions of a Scar, A Few Bad Words, Conflict, Hatred, Protective You, Cliffhanger,

Summary : You meet the rest of U.S.A team who call themselves The Ducks but first impressions are far from good.

A/N : Alright, now we're in the movie :D Peep the banner I made for the title, looks better than the long letters. This still a Fem!Reader story, I’m just using her as face claim

Tags : @elltheawkward (just started this so let me know if you’ll like to be tagged :)

You yawn for the third time since you sat down at the table and the tenth time since you were woken up by the boys.

Mr.Tibbles had come over very early to inform you new kids to be ready by eight because you were going to meet the rest of U.S.A. team- The Ducks- at the team’s facility.

You had been half asleep when you heard the information and were very confused why you were meeting ducks. The new kids teased you when you asked until Dwayne told you it was the name of the team joining you guys.

You found the name strange and weird. Of all things and of all animals, they choose the ducks. To each their own, you guess. You’re just glad it wasn’t your team’s name.

You lean your head on Dean’s shoulder, barely fighting to keep your eyes open. Luis notices and smiles.

“She really isn’t a morning person, huh.”

“Never has been.” Dean comments as he stuffs a piece of waffle into his mouth. “The only way to get her up is annoying her.”

“Which comes easy to you, I’m assuming.” Julie laughs softly at her joke.

Dean smiles. “Only ‘cause I’m her baby brother but I can be very charming when I want to.”

Julie shakes her head with a smile and continues eating her breakfast. It makes Dean chuckle.

“So why haven’t you annoyed her yet?” Ken looks at Dean curiously.

Dean pauses and glances down at you with a soft expression. “She made some friends so she earned a day without me annoying her.”

Dwyane furrows his brows. “She has trouble making friends?”

Dean lowers his gaze and thinks of how he can explain without giving too much detail. “JJ ain’t much of a people person. It’s hard for her to open up.”

The new kids stay quiet as Dean explains.

They knew from first meeting you that you were an introverted person. You stayed quiet, barely speaking and when you did, it was mostly to Dean. That’s why they would try to include you in the conversation.

But it was more than being introverted.

Dean looks at the four across from him. “It kinda surprised me that she did with you guys. Especially you, Julie. First time I see her be expressive with someone besides me. You must have made a good impression.”

Julie takes in his words. She didn’t do much, at least that’s how she felt. She was just being friendly but she could tell you weren’t given much of it based on how you acted and the little information Dean gave.

“I was just being nice, nothing special.” Julie says, trying to dismiss his praise but Dean isn’t letting her.

“Which is more than most.” Dean glances at you making sure you’re sleeping before looking back at Julie. “JJ might not show it but it means a lot to her... And to me too. We’re lucky to have met an angel like you."

Dean’s expression is soft and raw as Julie locks eyes with him. He wasn’t being his flirty self at the moment. He was being genuine and she saw a glimpse of a sensitive side she didn’t expect to see.

Then a tender smile forms on Dean’s lips and it makes the corners of Julie’s mouth turn upward.

Luis looks at them, nose scrunching up in disgust, and glances at Dwayne and Ken. “Should we leave them alone? I don’t want to stay for the making out part.”

Julie’s eyes slightly widen and her cheeks turn pink as she looks down at her food while Dean tries to act casual despite looking flustered.

Ken frowns at Luis. “You ruined the moment.”

“My bad but I wasn’t risking it.”

Dean’s movement ends up waking you. You sit up straight with a groggy look and rub your eyes. “What time it?”

Dwayne chuckles. “Still early.”

You respond with a groan but stay awake and finish your breakfast.

The facility is big, spacious and well taken care of with no dust or chipped paint in sight. Not to mention the beautiful lake close by.

The new kids head towards the locker room and like the rest of the facility, it was clean and spacious.

By instinct, you head towards the corner of the room and when you sit, you notice the rest taking a seat close by. You pause and stare at them, the corners of your mouth faintly turn upward.

Dean starts up a conversation with everyone as you all change into gear. You listen for the most part. The new kids would include you and although you were still not used to it, you responded.

You’re facing the lockers as you take your shirt off, leaving the muscle shirt underneath on. The shirt rides up but you don’t think much.

You grab your shoulder pads but then your eyes glance to your left where Dwayne sat. His eyes are on your stomach and you know without looking what he’s focused on.

You pull down your shirt and it makes him look at you. He’s curious but doesn’t get a chance to ask when Dean appears next to him, putting an arm around him and shaking him.

“Man, I’m fired up. Ain’t you fired up, Tex!”

You look away and lay a hand on the spot on your stomach, close to your side. The scar isn’t as noticeable or bothersome as the finger twitches so it’s easy to forget about it.

You finish tying your bandana around your head and talk with Julie who sits across from you.

“So how’re you feel about meeting The Ducks? The team, not the animal.” Julie laughs softly and you roll your eyes.

“I ain’t living that down.” Julie shakes her head and you wave her off. You then think about her question and shrug. "Don’t know. I don’t think much about people if I’m being honest."

Julie furrows her brows. “So you didn’t think or feel anything before meeting us? No nervousness or excitement?”

“Nah. Dean was excited though. All he thought about was the girl on the team.”

Julie’s eyes slightly widen and her cheeks turn a light pink.

As if he was being summoned, Dean appears next to you with the boys close by. “What are we talking about over here, lady and JJ.”

“Ha ha. Fucking hilarious, D.” You look at him half annoyed and half unamused. “We were just talking about-”

Julie interrupts you. “How JJ doesn’t feel nervous about meeting The Ducks.”

“That’s no surprise. I told you she’s not much of a people person.”

You look at Dean confused. “When did you say that?”

Luis chuckles. “This morning when you were sleeping at breakfast, Sleepy Head.”

You don’t remember that but it did sound like you. “Not much of a morning person.” You shrug.

“We know.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You roll your eyes as you lean back on the bench. ”But there’s no reason to be nervous about meeting The Ducks.”

“The animal or-” Ken begins to tease. Dean hits your back as he and everyone else laughs.

So much for them not being like Dean. You look unamused and done with them.

Dean wraps an arm around you as his laughter dies down. “You’re right ‘bout having none to be nervous ‘bout though. You did well with these guys. You'll do fine with them."

You shake your head. ”That’s different, D. The Ducks are a team, they been knowing each other. We didn't. They ain’t gonna accept us with open arms.”

"Not with that attitude.”

“I’m being serious, D.”

"JJ has a point there." Luis comments.

Dean glares at him. "Who asked you?"

You smirk as you smack his arm. "You're just mad he agrees with me."

Dean glares at you now and it makes you chuckle.

“I have to agree with JJ and Luis.” Julie chimes in. “They’re an established group for who knows how long. They’re not going to welcome six new people so easily.”

“Well I agree with Dean.” Dwayne comments. “Y’all don’t know, they could be nice and welcoming.”

Dean grins and wraps an arm around Dwayne. “I knew you’d have my back, Tex. What about you, kid?” Dean asks Ken who’s been quiet. “Who’s side are you on?”

“Um, well. I agree with both sides.”

“Boo!” You all say.

There’s a group of eight kids on the ice rink already. They stand close, talking and laughing, and wear the same green colored jerseys with yellow and purple stripes.

Mr.Tibbles stands in front of them next to their coach and when he sees the new kids, he grins. “There they are.”

You set your helmet on one of the benches outside the rink and follow behind Dean. One by one, the new kids step onto the ice and skate together, stopping across from The Ducks.

You scan the team and your eyes zero in on the tall, broad black haired boy that towers over all of them except for one.

Dean might have competition and you might have someone to be vigilant about.

“Luis Mendoza.” Mr.Tibble starts the introduction.

The rest of you skate towards the goal as Luis puts on his helmet and begins showing off his speed. He wasn’t lying about being fast. You‘re impressed but it drops when he crashes into the wall of the rink while trying to stop.

The new kids skate to his aid and Dean and Dwayne help him up as the rest ask if he’s alright.

Luis takes off his helmet and looks hopeful. “I almost had it that time.”

“Sure you did.” You tease with a smirk which makes him smile.

“Dwayne Robertson.” Mr.Tibbles continues.

Dwayne smiles and skates towards The Ducks with excitement. “Yee-haw. How is everyone?” His southern accent is strong as he speaks. “Y’all ready to play some puck.”

“Look, it’s hop-along Gretzky.” One of The Ducks jokes making them all laugh.

Dwayne begins showing off his puck skills, easily bouncing the puck from his stick to his skate and back. Then he dribbles the puck between his feet with speed and skill and you can't help but smile.

“There’s Julie ‘The Cat’ Gaffney. She won the state championship for Maine three years in a row.”

“Well, we have a goalie. Goldberg.” The Ducks’ coach says, dismissing what Mr.Tibbles said.

Goldberg stands by the other goal. He’s hyping himself up but ends up slipping and doing the splits which he can’t get up from.

You scoff and smirk at Julie. “Show them what a real goalie looks like.”

Julie laughs and nods. The Ducks’ coach has some of his players take a shot at her but Julie catches and blocks every puck shot.

Some of the players look surprised and defeated as they skate back to their spot and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Ain’t she something.” Dean comments as he stares at Julie with a soft smile.

You tap his chin. “Close your mouth before a fly gets in.”

Ken slowly skates towards the middle, doing a small back spin before stopping. The Ducks' coach immediately recognizes him and questions Mr.Tibbles about it.

You don’t hear much since your attention is on Dean as he skates off the ice. You follow after him and as you do, you feel eyes on you. You look to find one of The Ducks looking your way.

It’s a blond boy. The only one who matches the black haired boy’s height but even then, he stands at the back of the group, peeking over their heads like a small, shy child.

You narrow your eyes at him and he realizes he’s been caught and quickly looks away.

You catch up with Dean as he sets his walkman on his hockey pants and puts his headphones on.

“You really putting some music to walk out to.”

Dean grins. “Gotta make an entrance, baby.”

You can’t argue there. “What song you putting?”

“Everything’s on fire.” He sings the words and hits your shoulder.

“Portman Twins.” Mr.Tibbles calls out and you can hear the surprised gasps and loud whispers of The Ducks at the information.

“Show time!” Dean grins and presses the play button on his walkman.

You smirk. “After you.”

Dean grabs his hockey stick and skates onto the ice, pretending the stick is a guitar as he sings the song at the top of his lungs. You chuckle and follow after him, grabbing your helmet on the way.

By now, a few of the Ducks separated from their huddle and stood by the new kids, creating a nice line for Dean leading towards the goal.

Dean skates between two Ducks, pushing them both but makes only one fall. You pass the one who still stands, the blond boy.

Your lock eyes with his baby blue ones. Your finger twitches in your glove and you look away, continuing to follow Dean.

There’s a Duck standing with his head held high, glaring at Dean who ignores him then at you when you pass him. You return the look, faintly scowling.

He might be another you have to be vigilant about.

Dean pushes another Duck making them fall hard on their butt, and skates up to Dwayne with an arm around him.

“C’mon Tex. Sing it with me!”

Dwayne rapidly shakes his head as he stares in horror. Dean shrugs and skates away, pushing another Duck to the ground. You offer Dwayne a small smile as you pass him.

“Here ya go, Sweetie!” Dean tosses his stick to Julie who instantly catches it.

You stop next to her and watch as Dean picks Ken up and sets him on top of the goal post, pushing his head back when he tries fighting back.

“Someone’s excited.” Julie laughs softly as she stares at Den.

You give her a weird look before shaking your head and helping Ken down. As his feet touch the ice, angry remarks from The Ducks are heard and you turn to see them coming at the new kids.

You don’t move while the new kids meet them halfway and immediately get into arguing.

You watch, not wanting to get involve but when the black haired boy is getting too close to Dean and smacks his hand away, you have to interfere.

“Hey,” your voice is low and threatening as you skate up to him. “If you wanna keep that hand, I suggest you back. Off.”

Dean grins as the black haired boy looks at you shocked and confused. The boy doesn’t get a chance to say anything since his friend to your left speaks up.

“Ain’t nobody scared of you.”

You don’t bother glancing at him. “I ain’t talking to you, boy.”

“Who you calling boy?” He pushes your shoulder, making you turn around to look at him.

It was the same boy from earlier that was glaring at you and Dean, number nine. He stands close and still wears the glare.

Dwayne pushes him back and frowns. “Where I come from, we don’t lay hands on ladies.”

You smile at his actions but quickly drop it when you look at the boy. You grip your helmet as you tilt your head. “I’d be more careful if I were you, boy.”

He goes to step forward but the blond boy, who you hadn’t noticed was next to him the whole time, stops him. There's an unreadable look on his face when you look at him and you don't know if you like it or not.

A whistle blows and The Ducks’ coach orders everyone to freeze. Everyone stops arguing and turns to look at him. You look at the blond boy for a couple of seconds before skating back to get a better look at their coach.

“Now, we didn’t come here to fight! We came here to play hockey. We’re team U.S.A. You represent your country.”

“That’s right.” Mr.Tibbles comments.

Their coach side-eyes him before continuing. “Now I want you-”

“To be all that you can be, right? Ya gotta raise yourself up, guys! You got…”

Their coach sighs as he shakes his head and gives Mr.Tibbles a warning look. You chuckle softly, knowing the feeling, as everyone else laughs. Mr.Tibbles gets the hint and shuts up.

“Let’s start with the scrimmage.” The coach orders and goes to blow his whistle but Mr.Tibbles beats him with his own.

“You heard your coach.” The coach looks at him exasperated and Mr.Tibble chuckles. “Hey, you don’t need me here. I’ve got an appointment anyway. I’ve got to see Miss MacKay.”

Mr.Tibbles begins walking away but The Ducks’ coach says his name and puts his hand out. Mr.Tibbles looks at it before nodding defeatedly and hands over his whistle.

“You’ll get it back at the end of the school term.” The Ducks’ coach jokes in a serious tone and it makes everyone laugh but you smile.

You’re starting to like the coach.

The Ducks’ coach turns to everyone. “Alright, Ducks. Show ‘em what you got! Let’s scrimmage.”

Dean laughs as he looks at the black haired boy who looks annoyed. “Oh, Imma enjoy this.”

You share the same sentiment as you glance at number nine, the Glaring Duck. You smirk and begin skating backwards as you put on your helmet.

It irritates him.

Dwayne takes center, Ken right wing, Dean left wing, you and Luis are defensemen and Julie’s the goalie. The Glaring Duck takes center and he teases Dwayne but the smirk is wiped off his face as soon as the whistle is blown.

Dwayne takes the puck and trips him, leaving him on the floor as he skates towards the goal. The puck gets passed to Luis who skates by fast, too fast. He has trouble stopping and ends up running into Goldberg and they both slide into the goal.

You look at Luis after he gets up and skates next to you. “You good?”

“You worried about me?” He teases.

You scoff but there’s a small smirk on your lips. “Guess you are.”

Number ninety-nine has the puck and is skating towards the goal but Dean slides in front of him, causing him to front flip and land on his back.

You grin at the sight.

The Glaring Duck gets the puck and shoots at the goal but Julie catches it.

You skate around her with a smile before skating by The Duck. “Nice shot, boy.”

He huffs angrily and glares at you which makes you smirk.

The puck ends up getting stuck near the wall, the scraped ice making it hard for anyone to get it. Someone manages to kick it away.

Luis gets it. You skate next to him and he passes it to you. You head towards the goal but a Duck gets in front of you and goes to tackle you.

You dodge it and you shoulder him hard as you pass him. He loses balance and falls on his back. You fake shoot at the goal, making Goldberg go left and leaving the right side open.

You shoot and score.

“Alright, JJ!” Dean laughs as he skates up to you. You hit each other’s hand one, two, three times. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby!”

The game continues. You and Dean tackle and shove The Ducks; Dean laughing as he does. Overall, the new kids play hard, keeping the puck away from The Ducks and scoring like it’s nothing.

The Ducks try their best but it’s not enough. They’re out of breath and tired. Ninety-nine is the only one to score the one and only goal for them.

The Ducks are by the new kids goal, trying to get open for the puck but the new kids aren’t making it easy.

The black haired boy, number Forty-four, has the puck. He stops at the blue line and gets ready to shoot the puck. The Ducks skate away in fear as their coach warns them.

The new kids look at each other confused. Dean insults The Ducks for being scared but soon realizes why. Forty-four shoots the puck with so much force, it soars through the air like a rocket.

Your eyes follow the puck and your heart skips a beat when you realize it’s heading in Dean’s direction. You yell his name and he moves out of the way in time.

The puck hits the goal post, flying towards the ceiling then heads outside the rink and towards Mr.Tibbles who is walking by with a lady, not knowing what’s going to hit him.

You don’t care for it. Your eyes are on Forty-four.

A scowl forms on your lips and your brows pinch together as you take off your helmet and skate at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He steps back and looks confused before glaring at you. “What’s your deal?”

“You’re my fucking deal.”

#adam banks x reader #the mighty ducks #victim of circumstance story

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kukuandkookie · 5 months ago

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Because I’m…temporarily…not really active on my Twitter anymore and I’m still waffling on getting a Bluesky, both due to anxiety, I’ll just throw this thought out here lol:

The 188男团 taking over my brain has made me crave fanfiction in a way I admittedly don’t usually. 😆

If I were to guess, it’s because when a story is so angsty and sad in canon, it makes me crave post-canon fluff all the more. And I have found some absolutely lovely fics on Ao3, Lofter, and Weibo!! 99% of them have been in Chinese and I need a translator to help me read them, but I still love them so much.

But I will say there is a specific brand of “freaky” on Ao3 that doesn’t appear anywhere else, which…makes sense haha (it’s because of censorship LSNGKSHS). Weibo fic authors do sometimes throw out some freaky nsfw stuff too, usually by including a link to a different site or asking fans to dm them, but…Ao3 is where people may go to like…really let off steam.

I think that’s totally fine! I’m of the firm mindset that people should be allowed to enjoy whatever fiction they want, as long as it’s not hurting anyone in real life (the fact I’m obsessing over the 188男团 which is famously toxic may show that lmfao). But I’m not writing this to get into pro-ship versus anti discourse here. x’D

I’m writing this because I swear I’m technically a multi-shipper so I can be chill about breaking ships up (although I do prefer following canon) and I also know sometimes fanfics are just written to scratch an itch, but…

Why am I filled with such…banal frustration over the 188男团 characters being mischaracterized and having canonical ships broken up in an OOC way just to get some freaky sex (often with multiple people)? 😂

I’ll get into the main reason later, but I guess part of it could be that there’s shockingly few fics on Ao3 for Lijian and Yubai despite Lijian being so popular in China, so when a lot of the fics in the novel tag actually break up the main ship, it is a bit painful for me SLFJKSDH.

In reality, I know it’s not a big deal, and I’m totally cool with letting people play in their sandbox haha. And obviously I don’t harass writers for writing something I didn’t vibe with, and I avoid fics that make me uncomfortable.

But still. I have read a couple because sometimes tagging isn’t done perfectly in Chinese on Ao3 (I don’t blame them; language barrier and it’s often an unfamiliar website to them and all that, I get it), so sometimes I check one out when I want to get a feel for a fic…

And that’s why I’m emphasizing it’s a banal frustration—I know that in the grand scheme of things, this doesn’t matter. 😆

Regardless, I read a couple fics where they had Yu Fengcheng top Li Yu and it’s just like…they would not do that—let alone in that way—guys LDGMSHSKS.

I can kind of get people wanting Li Yu to be dicked down for his arrogance and temper, but seeing him being turned into a coquettish mess in fics where he bottoms is killing me a little haha. And Yu Fengcheng, who is my favourite 188男团 gong so far, being shown as disloyal to Bai Xinyu kills me a bit more because…he loves Bai Xinyu so much. He wouldn’t just abandon Bai Xinyu like that because he’s horny. 😭

In fact, every 188 gong is like this so they’re all possessive of and obsessed with their partners, but also…Yu Fengcheng has this specific brand of disliking sharing and even this sense of “mysophobia” where, before he even realized he was in love with Bai Xinyu, he already didn’t want Bai Xinyu or himself to touch anyone else.

And he is such a determined person when he tries to win Bai Xinyu back, and unlike other 188 gongs (that I’ve read so far), he never blames Bai Xinyu for disdaining him even though the ultimate thing that broke them up wasn’t fully Yu Fengcheng’s fault, and he hated being away from Bai Xinyu so much that he chose to be tortured closer to Bai Xinyu and he’d even feel a masochistic pleasure seeing Bai Xinyu spurn him, all because he didn’t want to be apart from him.

So what I’m saying is!! I like Yu Fengcheng a lot so obviously I’m biased, but seriously, he’d be one of the last people to leave his partner to fuck his “saozi (sister-in-law)” just because they’re pretty LSNGKSHSH.

My feelings are strong enough I do have a fic idea for this lmfao where Lijian and Yubai are shopping and while holding their partners’ bags, Yu Fengcheng and Li Yu get mistaken for being a couple, much to their chagrin. Bai Xinyu would find it funny, which would annoy Yu Fengcheng a bit, and with his shamelessness, he’d show everyone there that Bai Xinyu is his wife. And Li Yu wouldn’t want to be upstaged despite his own embarrassment at doing anything inappropriate publicly, especially when his Jian-ge may misunderstand and get upset. 😂

And yes, I do have (quite a few) Lijian and Yubai fic ideas. My obsession has officially run that deep lol. I just haven’t been in the mood to write lately due to kind of depression, but I’m hoping to pick myself back up soon.

Anyway, ending this little ramble with another “yeah, I know, it’s really not that big of a deal” (we do see a lot of jokes about this and how much pain super OOC fics and headcanons can bring us, but tbh I fault OOC headcanons and analyses more than I fault OOC fics, since the former can “damage” fandom perception of a character or theme in a more direct way. Overall though, it’s obviously not that important and I just wanted to mumble a bit about it here to get my thoughts out).

#188男团 #what is the point of this post?#idk it’s just one of those things where sometimes I think about a thing and want to put it into words lol #feel free to ignore it 🙏#I actually have so many other thoughts about the 188 specifically #mostly for Lijian and Yubai which borders more on rambles of personal character analysis etc #but a lot of them have to be reorganized and rewritten #and in today’s climate I’m honestly not sure where I should post them anymore 😆

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niamhlavellan · 22 days ago

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I went off on an insane tangent on bsky about it, but the irony of constantly seeing the constant takes of "wolf/halla solavellan is Such A Straight And Cis Trope." and then seeing mlm solavellan wolf/halla art cross my fyp is beautiful. 💚

I just rly wish ppl would stop assuming and making snap judgements about other people's oc's & ships and generalizing lmao. I'm not saying the stereotypes don't exist, they do.

But

1. This is fandom, wish fulfillment. Who cares.

2. Lots of heavy handed assumptions towards the fans of a character who is like a magnet for queer folk.

And also, I mean - if a trope isn't your thing, thats fine - but you don't need to predicate your posts dragging it. You should feel confident in your writing to let it stand on its own. "I HATE strawberry jam. It ALWAYS has seeds in it and frankly, I hate seeds, the people who make strawberry jelly and eat it? Ugh. Now, here is my grape jam that I've prepared!"

Like damn, you coulda just posted the grape jam, why waste the time yapping about something you DON'T like. It shouldn't have any bearing on your writing. Dragging what others like to lift your own work up? When it's frankly, a common and extremely vanilla trope?

"It doesn't make SENS-" my brother in the chantry, I've seen discussions on how actual canon lore doesn't make sense, why does it matter if someone wants some bodice ripping romance tropes?

And ultimately its just extremely frustrating becos nobody should need to list out what they identify as and what their oc's are to avoid someone making an assumption based off a trope. Like that's wild to me lmao. Don't assume what someones oc's are/aren't, just like you wouldn't assume what their creator is/isn't.

I'm nonbinary queer. So is Niamh. Post VG - she does not adhere to a gender binary because of Character Reasons (she too was once a spirit worm. Her arlathan self struggles heavily with the idea of a body at first, despite being Curiosity, she's like this is Weird! Not sure i like all of this!!) Niamh isn't wolf/halla coded (she is literally wolf/Weird Wolf Girl trope.) tbf, but the idea that people are gonna assume shit about myyyyyy oc because of how she may present herself is crazy lmfao. Especially when I use her to fulfill my nonbinary/genderfluid wish fulfillment post-vg.

Idk man, it's just wild to me because i know Straight Solavellans exist, I've seen some. "He would not say that shit.jpg" solas stuff. There's also the fuckass Terf- I'm not gonna call them Solavellans becos frankly I don't consider them people, let alone fans. Idek what they're doing with a character like Solas especially post-vg lmao.

But again, this is a character who absolutely attracts a very queer audience, and assuming and also acting as though everyone MUST explore their identity in a specific way, and if they use this trope or that trope, it means it's Painfully Straight is ridiculous lmao.

There's also a weirdly gross underlying misogynistic vibe to it that isn't great, and I wish ppl would just, idk. Realize that its bad enough the fandom at large wants to fist fight Solas outside the waffle house - why are you downing solavellans just vibing? Not saying you need to read/enjoy what they put out, but they're not your enemy.

Like idk, I'd rather take 478484743638858563 Straight Solavellan posts than having to go into the tag and seeing someone post in graphic detail about how they want to murder him for real and making fan art of it, you know?

Edit to add as well: this does not include solavellans who see solas with a man or a trans oc and break out into hives, they are weak and will not survive the winter either.

#risking this breaking containment but w/e #i just think ppl should recognize that there's ppl who fuckin hate solas and ppl who love him #and idk #I've had my moments of side eyeing a solavellans take on something but whatever i want more ppl to love him

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smaller-comfort · 5 months ago

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something something holiday spitroast *badum tss*

in which Aephorul gets collared and fucked stupid. I should probably revise the tags a bit more. some rambly notes under the cut.

Yolande is one of Resh'an's favorite students, but she roasts him mercilessly on the regular. if he rocked up to class ten minutes late looking like he just got out of a broom closet with B'st, he would never survive.

Resh'an teaches in the physics department because his phd research ended up being on quantum mechanics.

Yes, Aephorul has nipple piercings- he just never took his shirt off in the previous stories, and he didn't get them until after undergrad. (leave me alone, I already said this was self indulgent.) (he has them in outshine the sun, too.)

He *should* have thematically appropriate tattoos like Resh'an does, but I've waffled for too long on what the design should be. Tentacle arm sleeves would make the most sense, but the way I've built his character at this point makes that seem unlikely. And when I think about it too hard, I realize that no, he wouldn't have tattoos. He'd have a scarification leg sleeve. *sigh* I'm not describing that.

Resh'an's tattoos look a little like this. It is infuriating how difficult it is to find properly sourced and credited tattoo pics on the internet these days. His are mostly blackwork, with some color accents in red, violet, and gold.

Resh'an let his tongue piercing close up in part because it made blowjobs too complicated with Aephorul's prince albert, and in part because of the lecture he got from his dentist after several thousands of dollars worth of dental work while he was in grad school. (why? i ask myself this constantly.) He got the tattoos at some point after getting his phd.

I like to joke that under/badly negotiated kink is my kink, but when these characters are all supposed to be more or less functional adults who know what they're doing, I have to handwave some shit. And I really love negotiation as a tool for building characterization! but. I just want to write hot threesomes and not get bogged down in the details.

for example. in the original first draft, where the kitchen-table-fucking ends very very badly, there was no way to reasonably expect B'st to ever stick his dick in that level of crazy again. so, we pretend that everyone is being reasonable and communicative and like this won't blow up in someone's face in chapter 3. *coughs*

And, all that said, Aephorul and B'st don't actually interact much outside of what you see on the page. Aephorul lets Resh'an do 90% of the communicating, here.

I'm not writing about Aephorul's forays into self hypnosis/hypnodom stuff (it doesn't work on Resh'an, which was an enormous disappointment to him). but, like. they happen. I swear I'm not just trying to justify putting him in nonverbal, altered states of consciousness.

I feel like I've been promising Aephorul on a leash for too long without delivering, but pet play is a third date activity, at a minimum, so this is as close as you get in an ot3 story for now.

#nattering #my fic #wanksgiving 2024 #sea of stars #I really need a dumb ot3 name #modern au shenanigans

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jackstingy · 2 years ago

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# JACKSTINGY – an independent, mutuals only, 18+ roleplay blog following the semipiternal woes of a) some nerdy english kid waffling between uni and an internship at the local retirement home and b) the maleficent spirit of a machiavellian drunkard now attempting to permanently possess the body of said nerdy english kid. triggering content such as religious theming + imagery, references to alcohol use + physical violence, and dissociation will make frequent appearances. rules below the read more, though saint peter and satan have one little thing in common and that’s knowing quite thoroughly that the spirit of old stingy jack isn’t reading through shite.

(you probably should, though. shutting up isn’t quite a part of either of their personal dictionaries, and neither is using parentheses in the manner they were meant to be used.)

THE PLAYER'S HANDBOOK – THE RECORDS IN THE BASEMENT – THE CEALLACH SCRAPBOOK – THE CAT RANDOMIZER

INTERACTING. will not be open to bigots, white-washers, or fetishisers. it will, however, be open to any and all mutuals (which is a status reserved for anyone and everyone who is a cool, respectful, talented writer – id est, you!), regardless of plotting status and whether or not we’ve talked ooc. feel free treat memes as starters, reblog memes and prompts from me instead of the source without sending anything in, delete anything from me that you’re too busy to answer; i’m really just here to have fun and find new people to write with, so as long as you respect my rules and i respect yours, we’re cool.

WRITING. will be tagged with applicable triggers as “trigger tw”, posted using beta editor, and mainly occur in two modes: anxious third person rambling from j.d. and atrocious first person misanthropy from jack with an italicised and bolded transition between them. while my writing may look lengthy, you are in no way obligated to match word count or force replies out quicker than you can handle. basic etiquette applies: no godmodding, no metagaming, and no powerplaying without discussing the parameters of any of these acts beforehand. all this being said, roleplaying is a hobby, and if you ever want to drop a thread or get something a little shorter in your notifications, i am more than willing to oblige you.

SHIPPING. in terms of romance will happen selectively and exclusively with j.d for the foreseeable future, be based on chemistry after a substantial amount of threads and plotting, and in no way be forced on you. i love pre-established relationships of the platonic or hostile kind with reckless disregard for my characters’ established timelines, though, so i’m always open to editing plot points in and out as development happens and stories are made. i’d rather not write smut on this blog, but suggestive content will be tagged as such and fade to blacks may happen.

UNFOLLOWING. will be done with a heads-up through private messages and a softblock on my end unless you’ve stated prior that you’d rather be hard blocked. of course, i don't expect a heads-up from anyone who wishes to unfollow or block me; do what you need to do to keep your corner of the internet comfortable!

FORMATTING. will be minimal, with small text, single spacing, italicised words, and 100x100 static icons. if there is anything you’d like me to change about how i format my posts, please let me know via tumblr ims or discord.

OOC. talk will be attempted! i’m seb, 23, he/him, now kicking it in gmt+11, with ‘it’ being the metaphorical bucket that is writing. i love commenting on posts (i know most of tumblr hates it, but i truly do believe that the reply function was made for me and me alone), sending in asks, and falling to my digital knees at the sheer quality of writing and emotion to be found in this community. i am slightly terrified of returning to indie roleplaying after a long stint in just group rp sectors, but hopefully j.d. and jack can bring some existential fear and festive cheer to you all!

#— will o' the wisp; pinned

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bonefall · 2 years ago

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seeing all the neurodivergence/disability stuff in your inbox and it brought up a part of my (and @syrnaxi’s) rewrite:

Bluestar/yellowfang bond over autistic/adhd solidarity

how do you handle the silverstream “death in childbirth” thing? So far, we’ve been waffling back and forth between “this should happen a lot more” or “silverstream should have a reproductive disability- we’ve decided on endometriosis, something we both have personal experience with. Anyway, I’d love your input on how this could be handled, as well as what general medical care for reproductive issues would look like!!

Thanks!

People are starved for good Neurodivergence/Disability representation and I humbly provide

Blue and Yellow

I won't be doing very much with Bluestar/Yellowfang's possible bond because I find that TPB is already super packed, and Bonefall TPB in particular is extremely politically focused as the basis for what Thistle Law, Traditionalism, and Fire Alone look like in practice. There just isn't room in the story that I'm telling for Blue and Yellow to also get focus as a unit.

I do find them super compelling in the fandom, though. I think the way that, combined, they lost a full litter of kits (Blue lost 1 and Yellow lost 2) is an unexplored concept. Not to mention their complicated feelings towards StarClan, with Yellowfang accepting that she 'deserves' punishment where Bluestar scorns the stars completely.

(CW past this point: I'm talking about Silverstream's death in childbirth, cat reproduction, infection, and also I start ranting about how much human reproduction sucks)

Silverstream

Again since TPB is SO packed it's hard to work in the same kind of disability/neurodivergence exploration I'm so dedicated to for the arcs past TNP

It does make sense to me though that Silverstream's lineage has a medical history of birth complications. I know her mom died of Greencough but it always made more sense to me that it was death by childbirth tbh.

I generally try to avoid talking about reproductive issues the same way I try to avoid talking about surgery and alcohol without massive tagging here and back, but with reproductive issues, I'd also have to get into how fundamentally different cats are to humans with the way we reproduce... which includes cat heat

Humans are one of the very few mammals that are fertile year-round and renew the nutrients in our wombs monthly. Humans are a horror house of animal reproduction.

Replacing these nutrients monthly to the point where it's good growing ground for ONE OF THE MOST INTENSIVE INFANTS IN THE ENTIRE ANIMAL KINGDOM is disgustingly wasteful

Because this gross slop is growing every month, it's like there's a thousand more chances for SOMETHING to go wrong. It's like russian roulette with meat

OUR. PELVISES. SUCK. We made a hasty transition from ape to featherless biped and that meant that the Bone Cradle where we supposed to gestate something that is the size of a melon suddenly also had to BEAR ALL OF OUR WEIGHT AT THE SAME TIME.

Cats are NOT this bad in terms of childbirth. Yeah sure there's complications here and there, but those complications mostly affect the kittens, not the mother. Most uterus problems in cats have to do with mollies that have had a lot of heat cycles and never had kittens.

Heat cycles have their own completely unique set of biological problems though- the cat equivalent of endometriosis would be frequent development of pyometra, because the hormones associated with heat cycles cause the suppression of the immune system. So infections happen OFTEN in the WORST possible way

These are both pretty bad, so personally I just... try not to think about it too much for the rewrite. I take the best of both worlds-- their childbirth isn't as bad and dangerous as a human's, and also they don't get pyometra much.

If you want treatment plans for reproductive issues though, I'd recommend looking over at my HRT guide. The antigonadotropins (rosemary, wolf's foot) I mention there can be used for cats who have reproductive issues to prevent as much thickening of the uterus and generally limit the causes of both Endometriosis and Pyometra; bad hormones.

#Reproduction #Infection #cw childbirth #endometriosis #pyometra #Silverstream #Bonefall Rewrite

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hockey-prose · 3 years ago

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smh game night

my brain wouldn’t leave me alone until i put these thoughts down in a post but it’s 4 am and will probably be incoherent. anyway. (woke up this morning to finish this up, tired as hell but i’ll be thinking of this at work today, i just know it.) also i’m tagging @absolutepie because i feel like you’d think of more funny scenarios and as mutuals, i have to respect your craft lmao

so the smh gang are all spread out on the east coast. none of them are very far from one another, but sometimes on the weeks where bitty’s had a lot of trouble with the cook book and the publishing company and ugh!! and jack has been having a rough week with the falcs (not his teammates but sometimes his self doubt gets the better of him. his therapist says healing isn’t a straight line and he feels marginally better) shitty has law school by the throat but when the weekend comes, maybe he just wants to relax on the couch with lardo and her big ass electric sketch machine (he should really learn the name of it so he can buy her a new compatible pen for christmas)

LONG STORY SHORT: they try to have game nights every weekend either at jack and bitty’s or at haus 2.0 with the frogs, the taddies, and even the waffles get an invitation, though they’re still a little occupied with school. ollie and wicks (love them) can rarely make it but always dominate the night. but sometimes work and personal life gets in the way and not everyone wants to put in the effort to travel a couple hours for a game night. it’s reasonable!

so, the smh gang proposes online game nights. they start on skype, which is a disaster.

(“jesus fuckin christ jack, i thought you had the fastest internet known to man and yet bitty is still a minute behind on everything.”

“it’s not my fault, shits. i’m not god of the wifi router.”

“well, you should be.”)

then they migrate to discord for a little bit, but it’s not user friendly for everyone. nobody talks about the summer of 2019 when jack cursed up a storm trying to get the microphone out of push-to-talk mode when it wasn’t even in push-to-talk.

and so it’s not long before everyone is locked inside and forced to use zoom for everything anyway. but it’s better than skype for connection reasons, and easier than discord for technology reasons, so it’s good.

so the game changes every week. sometimes it’s a huge game of uno online that doesn’t make much sense. other times it’s a tense battle of go fish on one of those sketchy websites where you don’t really trust it but when there’s nothing else!

honestly they could just get a couple games for the gaming consoles they have, but then everyone would have to shill out the money for said consoles if they don’t have them and it’s not worth the time. everyone has a computer or at the very least, a laptop that can run both zoom and go fish at the same time.

but one week, it’s bitty’s turn to pick the game they play. and he has a good idea. so good, he doesn’t even reveal what it is until the night of when everyone is eagerly waiting. when bitty shares his screen and starts playing the ‘shark tank’ music, everyone gets hyped. (tv show where small businesses and/or potential businesses pitch their product in front of a panel of judges to see if they want to invest in the product.)

bitty distributes a starter of $10,000 to four people in the call and tells them that they’re the investors (the sharks). shitty, jack, nursey, and holster are the sharks. people lose their shit when bitty asks for certain members of the crew to give their pitches. lardo, chowder, whiskey, and ransom are the people giving pitches.

lardo obviously wins the first round, and then a second one starts up, with a sweeping victory from whiskey. everyone is clambering for a chance to be both a shark and a pitcher, but by then, it’s the end of the set hours for game night and everyone has to sign off. but bitty says that the next time his week to choose the game, he’ll do this again with different people as the sharks and pitchers.

soon there’s a tally in the haus 4.0 group chat about who has the most wins. lardo is first, with dex behind her, ford in third place, then ransom and holster tied for fourth. if ollie and wicks showed up more, they’d be higher on the list. jack is near the bottom, while bitty is directly in the middle.

the people who win the week before get to be the sharks. they decide the winner on who has the most approval from the sharks. there are four sharks, so it’s majority. if only two sharks invest, it depends on what other people have been given. the money that’s decided on is given to the people immediately as a rolling fund so that they can participate next game night.

lardo has been a shark almost the entire time, but she greatly enjoys critiquing nursery’s work in particular because he has such fantastical ideas with no way to execute them. dex always goes to simple. chowder is a good player and he’s been a shark a couple times, but he really, honestly, enjoys pitching a lot. bitty likes being a shark, but he invests in everyone so his money is always so low. jack invests in no one besides bitty and sometimes shitty. ransom and holster invest in each other’s things. shitty has been a shark maybe twice because his products are batshit crazy. (love you shitty)

shitty likes to think he’s a good persuader outside of being a lawyer but it never works out in his favor. dex, chowder, ransom, and lardo are the best pitchers for their products. bitty is a close one, but sometimes his products are more just what he dreams up that he needs to assist him in the kitchen. nursey, holster, and shitty go for the humor route.

because they’re all friends, they can rag on each other’s products and ideas so much without getting any feelings hurt. i’m thinking the smh gang works much like the jenna julien podcast when they play this game where if it’s shitty pitching to lardo, she’ll automatically say she’s out before he can even finish because his product is either a pun or just bad. the zoom is overrun with yelling and arguing, but at the end of the night, everyone says they had a lot of fun.

i have no conclusion to this. but i think i got all my thoughts out. if i have more, i’ll reblog this and add on but for now, thank you for your time lmao.

#zimbits #omgcp #check please #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #jack laurent zimmermann #check please fanfiction #omg check please #nurseydex #larissa duan #shitty knight #justin ransom oluransi #adam holster birkholtz #derek nurse #william poindexter #chris chow

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hollyharper · 3 years ago

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Accidental Mates- Damian Wayne x Batgirl Reader- Part 6-

You bite into your poorly made waffle. Damian glances at you from the other side of the counter top. After your moment of weakness, you had locked your door, and refused to leave your room until your heat was over. You glance at the clock. Bruce and Alfred should be home by this time tomorrow. Damian inches closer to you. Too close to you. You stop eating, and move towards the door.

“Wait.” He says. You pause. “Can we talk? Please?”

You force yourself to nod. What's the point in completely ignoring him and risking your friendship?

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes for the 57th time since the incident.

“I know.” You respond. It doesn’t change everything he took from you.

“I-” He falters.

“Just spit it out.” You whisper, broken eyes turning towards him.

“I want to make this work.” He admits.

He crosses the gap between you two. You freeze. Again, you’re omega roars in excitement. The rest of you feels empty. You’re too surprised to move. He rests both hands on your arms. You feel too numb to react. He cautiously slips both arms around you, and guides you into his embrace. Your head falls against his shoulder. He exhales heavily. Damian had been holding his breath. One hand gently strokes your hair.

“I want to be here for you.” He keeps skirting around what he really wants to say. You can tell from the tensitly in his frame.

“Just say it.” You mutter.

His body shakes with his next inhale. “I love you. Y/n.”

You gently push away. His eyes watch you, with a kind of sadness you’ve never before seen on his face.

You shake your head. “Damian, I- I’m not-” You breathe in slowly. “I can’t do that. You're my brother, adopted or not, and I can’t see you as anything else.”

You turn away. Shutting the kitchen door, you press you back against it. The door shifts, as Damian does the same on his side. You hear a soft ringing.

“Hey, Mom. I know you said to only call if it’s an emergency, but I don’t know what to do anymore.” He pauses, listening as she speaks.

You're too tired to move, and honestly, you want to hear this.

“Thanks. I love you too.” Damian sounds so broken. “It’s about Y/n… Mom, I-” He chokes on tears. “I did something really stubid. She was- She was drugged and in so much pain… I could stand it.”

You can imagine Talia’s barking voice on the other end.

“I mated with her.” He blurts out. Talia will fall silent for half a second, long enough for him to ramble on. “She hates me now. She won’t look at me, let alone talk to me, and-”

She’s probably screaming at him by now. The silence goes on for nearly a minute. She’s enraged.

“Mother, I know I shouldn’t have done it. I should have waited longer.”

Waited longer? He says that like you would have eventually mated anyway.

Oh.

It hits you hard. He had always planned on marking you.

Tag list: @coffee-latte-sprite @lostgirlsstuff @planetwaynez @ssak-i @bribris-things

#damian wayne #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x female reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x fem!reader #damian wayne omegaverse #damian wayne fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

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loveaffaire · 4 years ago

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Can you do a part two to Little Baby Holland where the reader gives birth.

Baby Theo

Pairing: Husband!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings/tags: profanities, fluff, childbirth, hospital setting, Tom crying again

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I know nothing about childbirth so if she has a baby in 15 minutes, it’s not my fault???

This is part two of Little Baby Holland but you can read this even if you haven’t read the first part.

🤍Written for my 1k Sleepover🤍

“Can you stay up all night-” Tom gently took out the waffles out of the waffle maker, placing it on the plate, “fuck me till the daylight”

He put some cut up strawberries on the waffle and poured you a glass of milk, “34 35-”

His swaying and singing came to a halt and he almost dropped the plate he was holding when he heard a loud shrill voice. He stood still with wide eyes but as soon as he realised that it’s you calling out his name, he sprinted across the kitchen and busted through your shared bedroom.

There you were, hands on your baby bump and Tom stood still in the doorway, his eyes wide and focused on your stomach.

“Fucking hell, Tom!” You cried out.

“I- are you- are you having the-”

“Fuck yes, I’m having the baby” you snapped, face heating up in annoyance.

“Fuck” Tom said in a high pitched voice, “okay uh okay, where’s your bag that we packed for the hospital—”

“I don’t know! Just get the car, let’s go!” You yelled, banging your hand on the bedroom door.

“Yes, yes baby- okay fuck found it” Tom said, his voice frantic, hands shaking as he led you to the car.

When you reached the car, your feet sore and heartbeat rising, your head snapped towards Tom and you put up your best threatening voice, “if you don’t speed your way to the hospital, I’ll kill you”

Tom wildly nods, his eyes wide open as he carefully shuts your car door, playing safe to not agitate you even more. You were carrying his child, after all.

You successfully reached the hospital in no time and with no speeding tickets. Your midwife quickly wheeled you to your hospital room and Tom rushed right behind you.

He stepped out of the room to call up Harry and Harrison, he was freaking out and out of breath when he heard your screaming.

“Where is that man!?”

Tom entered the room and quickly walked towards you, “baby, I was calling Harry and Harrison—”

His words were cut off by your high pitched voice, your doctor telling you to push and you were clutching the sides of the bed as you pushed, “I'm so tired” you cried out, having been pushing for a while now.

“It’s okay baby, you got this” Tom whispered, his hand brushing your hair back, “I’m right here”

“Fuck, this hurts” you yelled, eyes filled with tears but you tired your best to push through the pain, it was all for your baby after all.

“We can see the head!” Your doctor exclaimed, “just a few more pushes, come on”

Tom moved away from you and down to where the doctor was standing as he took a peak and he could very well see the baby’s head, “oh my god”

He came back up to you, “I’m gonna pass out” he breathlessly whispered, his voice cracking.

“No!” You yelled, clutching his shirt collar and pulling him close, “you did this to me, do you understand? You did this to me so you better watch me go through this, Thomas!”

The second the words left your mouth, you felt Tom’s shirt collar slipping out of your hand as you heard a thud, his unconscious body laid right beside the bed.

“What the fuck” you screamed, making a big push one last time and just then, the sound of cries filled the room.

Soft yet piercing cry, that’s how he sounded. You could see his tiny hands when your midwife picked him up and took him away to clean him. Your eyes felt heavy from exhaustion but you opened them just enough to see him return, wrapped in a soft blue blanket.

Your midwife softly placed him in your arms and your eyes welled up. His eyes were shut, small pouty lips and a nose that looked exactly like his father’s. His father.

“Tom” you whispered, eyes tearing away from the baby and looking down beside the bed.

“We got this,” your doctor said, directing some male nurses into the room to pick Tom up. You watched them take him out with a frown on your face but as your eyes landed on the baby again, a smile made its way on your face. He was finally here.

*┈୨୧┈*

“Hi” Tom whispered, entering the room with a shy smile on his face, “where’s our baby?”

“Hi” you smiled, “they took him away for some tests, you know, medical stuff”

“He’s alone? I should go—”

“Harry is with him, it’s okay” you said, “you passed out and I didn’t know where you were so Harry came to check in and then I sent him with the baby”

Tom bit his lip, a blush creeping up on his face, “I was scared that they’ll mix up our baby”

You giggled and he walked over to the bed, he gently wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours, “I’m so sorry I passed out”

“No, I understand, you were panicking” you pulled back and held his face in your hands, “I’m so sorry I yelled at you so much”

Tom let out a soft chuckle and gently pressed his lips to yours, “my child was literally in your stomach and you went through all of that alone because your husband passed out in the middle of it, trust me it's okay”

“I’m kinda glad you passed out, you were annoying me” you said, smiling up at Tom.

“Oh, come on, you were the one telling me to not pass out” Tom laughed.

Just then your midwife walked inside the room with your baby, Harry and Harrison just behind her.

“Oh my god” Tom whispered as he sat beside you on the bed and the nurse placed the baby in his arms, “he’s so tiny”

“He has your nose but he makes it look better” Harrison said, his nose scrunched up.

You chuckled, watching Tom as he softly traced his finger over the baby’s head, “hi, baby Theo” he whispered.

“Theo Parker Holland” you said, making Tom snap his head towards you.

“Yeah?” He said, a smile making its way on his face but his eyes were wet with tears.

“It doesn’t sound so bad so yeah” you nodded your head.

Tom had begged you for the name Parker, saying how he’ll be okay with it even just being the middle name and you have refused, not wanting the character Tom played to overshadow the identity of your baby. But you realised how much that character meant to him and how much the baby meant to him, he was finally a father and that was all because of the little baby in his arms so you decided that he deserved this.

“Okay, I can feel the tears coming in, we should go, give them some privacy and all, ya know” Harry said, clutching his chest, Harrison nodded and they left, leaving you, Tom and Theo alone.

“Theo Parker Holland” Tom whispered, his eyes never leaving the baby’s face, vision getting blurry because of the tears that were filling up his eyes again.

Theo’s eyes were shut, his soft breathing making his small chest move up and down and the way Tom was admiring his little movements was making you tear up.

“Thank you” Tom said, finally looking up at you, “and you,” he looked back at Theo, “for making me a father”

You smiled, gently running your fingers through his hair, “thank you both for making me a mum”

“I love you” he placed a kiss on the baby’s forehead and then one on yours.

As you rested your head on his shoulder, your heart filled with warmth when you watched your husband softly communicate with Theo— there was no other place in this whole wide world that you'd rather be.

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geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde · 4 years ago

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Waffle House AU

It’s never mentioned but for clarification, Jaskier has a beard in this. Anyway, @officerjennie, @all-hail-the-witcher, and myself shouldn’t be left alone together because then things like this happen. I love you both.

Geraskier, rated t, modern au and Geralt's still a witcher

The first time the man showed up, it was nearing three in the morning. The Waffle House Jaskier worked overnights in was as packed as ever, that’s to say there were two regulars sitting at the bar and a hoard of bugs flying around the place.

The man in question was dressed head to toe in some sort of armor that looked like it belonged in a steampunk cosplay and covered in an odd black substance that looked sticky. Even from across the restaurant, Jaskier could already smell the foul odor rolling off the man in waves. It was so strong Jaskier was surprised that he couldn’t see it.

Walking to the other end of the bar, closest to the corner table the man had seated himself it, Jaskier shouted at him, unwilling to get any closer than necessary, “What do you want to drink?”

“Coffee,” the man’s voice was deep, more a growl than anything else.

Wrinkling his nose in displeasure, Jaskier grabbed the coffee pot and a mug and made his way over to the table, singing loudly to himself as he did so. Jaskier’s voice bounced off the shitty interior of the Waffle House, making it echo in a most unpleasant way. Jaskier switched to humming an upbeat tune as he approached the man at the table and began pouring the coffee.

“So, what do you think of my singing?” It was a question Jaskier asked all of his late-night customers. Their answers would determine whether he would keep them as regulars or do his best to run them off. And his best never failed.

“Hmm.”

Jaskier frowned at the non-answer, “Come now, three words or less.”

“Filling-less pie.”

Spluttering, Jaskier pointed at the man angrily, “You know nothing about music. What do you want to order?”

“Hashbrowns. Smothered and covered.”

Spinning on his heal, Jaskier stalked away from the man without responding, instead muttering angrily under his breath, “I’ll show you filling-less, you bastard.”

Dropping the plate in front of the man, Jaskier watched as the rubbery meal bounced uncomfortably off the plate before landing back on it, somehow looking even worse than it already had.

“What is this?” The man’s voice held no inflection and Jaskier had no way of knowing the man’s feelings as he looked at the pathetic plate in front of him.

“Your food.”

“I ordered hashbrowns.”

Jaskier had to hold in his gasp as the man’s eyes, the most unusual golden shade, met his.

“Well, this is what I’ve brought you.”

The man looked back at the plate, flipping open the joke of an omelet, revealing that it was just eggs cooked in a pan and folded over, “There’s nothing inside. What kind of omelet doesn’t have anything in it?”

“Oh? Do you not like filling-less omelets? What a shame.”

Jaskier stalked back to the bar and took a seat by the regsiter, pulling his book back out and pretending to read it while he watched the man from the corner of his eye. He didn’t even look back to Jaskier’s direction, instead staring grumpily at the eggs in front of him before beginning to eat them.

The man ate quickly and before long he was walking over to the register where Jaskier sat, throwing a wad of bills down on the counter, “Keep the change.”

“I will.”

“You’re a shitty waiter.”

“You smell bad.”

And that, Jaskier assumed, would be that and he would never have to see the weird, smelly, strangely attractive man ever again.

The next night when the man arrived again, this time covered in a weird flaky green substance, Jaskier couldn’t help but eye him suspiciously. People didn’t typically return after Jaskier provided intentionally bad service, at least not if they were sober and of a sound mind. Jaskier couldn’t confidently say this man’s mind was sound, although he did seem sober.

Jaskier grabbed the coffee pot and a mug and stalked over to the corner table. He filled the cup halfway.

“More hashbrowns?”

The man wrinkled his brow, a frown on his face “Yes.”

Wandering back to the kitchen, in no rush, Jaskier stuck his head back in to look at the cook, “More eggs like last night. And can you add something weird to them this time?”

The line cook saluted him before reaching up to grab something off the shelf above his head. Jaskier winced, he wasn’t sure what exactly was in the mixtures of spices that were kept up there, but he had never had a good experience with them, that was for certain. This would for sure run off the weird tone-deaf man for good. The cook was done in no time and Jaskier walked the plate over to the man in the corner, throwing it down on the table like he had the night before.

He did no more than blink in surprise when the table collapsed. Jaskier wasn’t sure exactly why the table collapsed, the plate and shitty eggs didn’t weigh very much, and he hadn’t thrown the plate down particularly hard. But, it wasn’t the weirdest thing he has ever seen in the Waffle House, so he simply caught the man’s eye and shrugged, turning and walking back to his seat.

He watched amusedly as the man juggled his plate off the table before propping it up awkwardly and moving seats. That hadn’t been part of Jaskier’s plan, but it would certainly work in his favor.

Jaskier was shocked when the man walked in for a third night in a row. The normally difficult to fluster waiter was very aware that his face was the very picture of surprise. Luckily, the man didn’t even look at him as he walked over to the table in the corner. He shook it a bit before sitting down, presumably making sure it wouldn’t collapse today. To be honest, Jaskier wasn’t overly confident it was any sturdier now, but it did appear that someone on day shift had at least made it look as though it was fixed.

Grabbing the coffee pot and a mug, Jaskier couldn’t help but hope this wouldn’t truly become a ritual. He didn’t want a man in his Waffle House if said man couldn’t tell that Jaskier’s singing was nothing short of marvelous.

“Hashbrowns again?”

The man nodded, staring out of the window rather than looking at Jaskier. He wasn’t in the weird steampunk armor anymore, this time wearing a soft black tee shirt and worn in jeans. It also seemed he had managed to find a bath and was able to get all of the weird grimy things off of him.

He really was quite attractive all cleaned up, Jaskier couldn’t help but notice.

“What’s your name?”

The man turned to look at him, “Geralt.”

Walking over to the kitchen, Jaskier put in the order and sat back down by the register to wait. It wasn’t long before One-Eyed Larry grunted at him from his usual seat at the bar, “Napkin holders on fire, kid.”

Looking over at the table in front of Geralt’s, Jaskier saw that the napkin holder was, indeed, on fire. Sighing and getting a glass of water, Jaskier walked over to the table and poured the glass on it, drenching it thoroughly. Waving away the smoke, Jaskier turned the napkin holder around, making sure the fire was completely out, before putting it back in its place and taking his seat again.

Geralt’s golden eyes followed him curiously the whole time.

If the man was going to be spending his nights here, then he would need to get used to these kinds of things. It was three in the morning in a Waffle House, weirder would happen.

A few minutes more passed before there was a bell ding from the kitchen, signaling that Geralt’s food was ready. Jaskier tossed the plate on the table as was tradition, smirking when he saw the surprise flit across the man’s face. No doubt he hadn’t been expecting to receive hashbrowns, smother and covered as he had first asked for two nights prior.

What could Jaskier say, he was rather weak for a pretty face. Even if was a rude one.

“If you agree that my singing is spectacular, I’ll let you take me out for coffee sometime.”

“Good coffee or this shit?” Geralt gestured to the mug in front of him.

Jaskier scoffed, “You think I would ever eat or drink anything from here?”

“That’s comforting.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.” Jaskier sat a notepad and pen on the table, “Leave your number and I’ll call you tomorrow to cash in.”

Later when Jaskier cleared the table, he couldn’t help but smile at the neat handwriting on the notepad.

Looking forward to hearing from you. You should get your napkin holder checked out.

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whump-a-la-mode · 4 years ago

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Can I request a continuation for this

-anon R💖

Of course! (Also, just so you know, you sent this off anon ^^ You don’t need to use an anon tag off anon, unless you want to.) This is an immediate followup to that last entry. I love this series, it’s so cute.

The link in the ask should work, but just in case, this is a continuation from here. Thanks so much for the ask!

CW//Past drowning, past torture, food

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Then why are you here?”

There was something about those words that made Supervillain’s heart shatter. Perhaps it wasn’t about the words themselves, but rather about the thought process that had led to them. How long had Villain been gone, now? A few weeks, at the very most. And, in that time, something so horrid had occurred to them that, in their mind, every person they met was immediately regarded as a sculptor of their agony. A torturer.

That begged the thought, how many torturers had they met in those weeks?

“I’m-” Supervillain hardly knew how to answer the question. It wasn’t an accusation by any means. They simply refused to accept that someone, anyone could have positive, or even neutral intentions towards them. “I’m just trying to help.”

Villain’s wide, terrified eyes blinked a few times in utter confusion.

Then, a seemingly ancient memory struck their caretaker.

“Villain.” The supervillain spoke softly. “You showed up on my doorstep. Alone. You came here on your own. Why?”

A small whine.

“I d-don’t.” The villain shook their head. “I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember?”

“N-No, I d-don’t.”

“What do you remember?”

Villain blanked for a moment, before speaking with hesitant tongue:

“I woke up on your couch.”

“And before that...”

“Before that...” The first etchings of a sob began to crawl up their throat. “I was dying.”

“You...”

Supervillain tried to think of something to say, anything that might have eased Villain’s overwhelming levels of anxiety. But, there was nothing to say, was there? Of course, they wondered what had happened. They wanted to know. Had they escaped on their own? Had they had help? As much as they wanted to know, interrogating the injured villain further would almost certainly cause nothing but more stress.

So, they focused on something far more knowable. Far more concrete. They looked down to the plate they held in their lap, still warm from the residual heat of the waffles piled upon it.

“You need to eat.” Supervillain at long last concluded, glancing up at Villain, who was still almost entirely buried beneath their mountain of fleece. If it was pulled up another inch, there mouth would be too covered for them to eat.

If Villain had any objections, they had little time to make them. With their fork, their caretaker sliced a piece off of the patterned pastries, piercing it and holding it forward.

“Come on, aren’t you hungry?”

Instead of responding verbally, they instead took the piece of waffle off the silverware, chewing for a rather long time before swallowing dryly.

Supervillain gave an approving nod, followed by offering another bite. They managed to feed their ward about half of one waffle before the offered food was refused with a shake of the head.

“You full?”

Villain gave a shaky nod.

They truly should have eaten more, or, at least, Supervillain would have liked them to eat more. But, going from starvation to eating a hearty breakfast was not something that happened overnight. With a sigh, they put the plate down.

Now came something far more difficult. Certainly, getting food into their ward was important, seeing as they likely hadn’t eaten in at least a week. There was something more vital, however. The average human could survive up to a week without food. But without water? Three or four days would be pushing it.

That meant getting their ward to drink, too. But, based upon their earlier reaction, that was going to be more than difficult.

With cautious, minuscule movements, as though attempting not to spook a horse, Supervillain reached to their side, gently plucking a water bottle off the carpet.

They didn’t even get a chance to offer it before Villain was panicking. It was pathetic, their reaction. Or perhaps pitiful was the right word. A yelp escaped their throat, and they threw the blanket over their head, as though the threat would simply disappear as soon as they could no longer see it.

With a sigh, they placed the water behind their back, out of view.

“It’s okay, buddy.” They tried to soothe, though it was far, far from their strong suit. Supervillain wasn’t used to being this passive. No, they were far more used to activity. To fighting. To revenge. “Villain?”

“Mhm.”

“Villain, can you talk to me a minute?”

“I- I don’t want the water.”

“That’s okay. I just want to talk.” They paused. “Villain, can you tell me what the heroes did to you? Did they give you anything to drink?”

There was a longer pause, an agonizing one. When Villain at last managed to speak, their voice was cracked, sounding to be scraping over shattered ceramic.

“T-The water.” They could hardly speak. “I barely fit in the tank, it was so small. And so tall. A-And the water, I had to stand on my toes, so I could breathe. But I got tired, I couldn’t feel my legs. I would fall asleep. B-But they didn’t let me sleep. The water was cold, when they poured it from above. From the bottles, to wake me back up. And then I had to stand again, so I could breathe.”

By the time Villain had finished their explanation, their voice had devolved into shredding sobs. Beneath the blanket, their arms shifted, so that they were hugging themself.

Supervillain could not bring themself to feel sympathy. Not when their heart was so alight with fury, with rage, rage that threatened to make them foam at the mouth, to dribble lava up their throat, out their lips.

Villain had done nothing wrong. They’d been tortured as an example. They’d been destroyed.

The caretaker glanced briefly back at their bottle. They considered it for a long moment, before knocking it over, sending it rolling beneath the bed and out of sight. That was something that could be dealt with later. Later, once they managed to find a therapist in the city willing to treat a villain.

For now? There was only one cure to this much terror: Unconsciousness. Supervillain didn’t know much, but they knew that their ward couldn’t be scared if they were asleep. Assuming their mind did not torment them during their rest, that was.

“Okay.” They sighed at long last. It was no issue at all to hoist Villain into their arms. In fact, it was far too easy. They weighed practically as much as a small child, or a medium sized dog. They squirmed about just as much, too, nervously writhing against the grip that held them. But, the blanket that swaddled them seemed, too, to serve as a rather effective restraint.

“No water.” Supervillain spoke. And that was a promise. “No more hurt.”

Their movements were as gentle as their words as they set their ward upon the bed, stretching the blanket out over them. As soon as they pulled the covers off their face, terrified eyes jolted to look at them.

Supervillain’s heart broke.

This was going to be a hell of a long week.

“Get some rest.” They whispered. “I have... a lot of phone calls to make.”

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its-me-im-coraline · 4 years ago

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Birthday Surprises // Damiano David

words // 984

warnings // none

pairing // Damiano David x F!Reader

author's note // let me know if you want to be tagged. its a little stupid, with a little stupid humor cause i saw something like that online and i just... it inspire me

request // yes by @ starslazyandcozy, happy belated birthday babe, I hope you like it.

summary // Reader has her birthday and thinks Damiano has forgotten but the man has a few tricks up his sleeve.

It was a special day today. Her birthday was finally here and she could not wait to spend it with her lover. Y/N woke up that morning full of excitement - it would be the first birthday with Damiano - but the aforementioned man was nowhere to be seen. His side of the bed was empty, and cold by the time Y/N woke up, only a note there , folded in four and left on the pillow.

Good morning, amore. I did not mean to leave so early but I was needed at work. Seems some of our demos have been ruined and we might need to re-record them. There’s breakfast already made (I did promise, didn’t I? I made some waffles - yes I put syrup on top) and coffee is at the coffee maker (oh I wish it will stay tasty till you wake up).

I’ll try to be back before lunch. There’s this new place at the end of the town square - Thomas told me about it - and I thought we should go.

Have a good day dolcezza, I love you.

♡ Damiano

Not a word about her birthday. Nothing at all! Y/N tried to not start the day on a bad note, instead taking a deep breath and deciding to go and enjoy the breakfast Damiano made. Maybe he did not entirely forget. Maybe he did not have time to even think about it when he left. He must’ve already made the breakfast before they called him to go. Yeah, yes, that’s the only logical explanation. He will surely text me later.

But later never came. Y/N spend the morning entirely alone - well with the exception of Damiano’s cats. There were phone calls occupying the phone all day, from family and friends and all of that, but nothing from the one person she expected to call her the most. The man had gone in radio silence, not even a text shot her way.

By the time striked 15.00 PM Y/N was convinced Damiano forgot. Of course he did! It’s not like he does not have entirely too much on his plate. He’s so busy, I understand, she tried to convince herself but she knew that she was actually pretty upset. It did hurt that Damiano did not remember her birthday, after a whole year of being together and over 5 of being friends. It was impossible, or at least it seemed to be, but as the facts show it did happen.

“Amore, I’m back,” called Damiano entering the apartment, “are you ready to go?” He walked in the house all excited (and with a few surprises up his sleeve) but it was not reciprocated. “Amore?”

Y/N was sitting on the couch asleep in a state that the man could only explain as (very mildly and kind of falsely) depressive. There were dry tears in her face, her hair was a mess. Damiano simply could not believe it. He felt guilty, having a few ideas as to what got his girlfriend in that state but he wanted to make sure. So he did the most ‘logical’ thing he could: wake her up.

His fingers started softly running through her hair, landing on her back and rubbing it over the thin material of her his t-shirt. “Dolcezza, hey, hey baby, hi,” he whispered seeing as she slowly opened her eyes. “Happy birthday baby.” A soft kiss was all that followed his words and a soft smile of relief as he saw his love smiling as well.

“Did you sleep well?” He questioned, never pausing his very relaxing actions.

“Not really,” she said truthfully, “I thought you forgot.” The confession felt very freeing to Y/N. It had almost stressed her out - the possibility of her lover forgetting such a day.

“I could never forget you, amore-”

“Yeah but you never said happy birthday all day,” she whined a bit, slightly joking but slightly actually complaining about his actions. To his defence he was not planning on ignoring his lover, only giving the birthday wishes and gifts a little later that day, in an attempt of a surprise.

“I only wanted to surprise you,” he explained, pulling Y/N out of the couch as he got up and walked to the front door. There, by the door, on a comfortingly old chair, sat a bouquet of flowers and a big pastry shop box with two candles and a little stick that throws fire sparks taped up top and two candy bars (Y/N’s favorite). “The lady gave me those for free. She said I was - and I quote - so funny, she had to gift me at least those because she has not laughed this much in a while. I don’t even know what that means,” he laughed making Y/N laugh with him before embracing him strongly.

“Hey, get off! You have to see the cake.”

“What did you do Damiano?!”

“Nothing, open it up!” If he could be ‘too excited’ then Damiano was just that. He had this stupid little boy-ish grin all over his face, all but yelling ‘immature teenage boy’ in the most positive sense that could have. He could be an adult rockstar at 23 but sometimes his humor matched a 15 year old.

Y/N did as told, opening the box of the cake and almost falling to the floor while laughing, tears in her eyes. In the open box sat a cake in the shape of a crooked penis with a lopsided smile and a few words written on it. ‘Another year you’re alive. It will be my pleasure’. No wonder the lady found it so funny.

“Do you like it?” Questioned Damiano, not much that curious about the answer, his own entertained smile turning into laughter soon.

“I love it,” replied Y/N and kissed the man softly, “thank you.”

“Happy birthday, amore.”

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superhero--imagines · 4 years ago

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Part 1 Here! / Part 3 Here!/ Playlist Here!

A/N: Maybe one last part after this?

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* You’re sitting on a bench outside, listening to Shoko and Nanami talk about something

* The breeze caresses your face

* It’s so quiet

* You haven’t experienced silence like this in years

* And there’s only one reason why you’re suddenly experiencing it now

* Your eyes stray from the dancing branches that hover above you to the dancing white-haired boy across the courtyard

* He’s talking to Geto about something, laughing as he does

* His sky blue eyes meet yours for a second, before abruptly looking away

* Not the usual flirtatious wink and wave he would normally give you

* You don’t know why, but it’s like Gojo’s lost every ounce of interest he had in you

* It looks like that prank you pulled on him is what did it-

* Apparently Geto had to help get the glass down

* He hasn’t tried speaking to you once since then, and every time your eyes meet he looks away just like he did a second ago

* What a baby, so he can dish it out but he can’t take it when someone uses his own tactics against him huh?

* It’s for the best really, you don’t want anything to do with him

* Besides if that moron just wanted someone who wasn’t going to react or get mad, then he should just date a sex doll

* It’s for the best, really

* So why are you so upset right now

* The prickle of irritation burns in your chest even when you turn away from the two boys, joining in on Shoko and Nanami’s conversation

* On the other side, Geto lets out a low whistle

* “Never thought I would see the day a lady killer like you would get embarrassed because you made eye contact with your crush” Geto grins when Gojo flushes a light pink.

* Geto almost wants to laugh, what happened to the womanizing-god-complex freak who was here just a second ago?

* “Don’t say lady-killer, you know I like men too, I’m an equal opportunity lover” Gojo gloats while running his fingers through his hair

* Ah, it looks like he’s on his bullshit again

* “You better watch out Geto, if you’re too much of tsundere I might fall for you next” the words are emphasized with a wink, and Geto can’t help but laugh

* “Whatever dude, don’t come crying to me when they start to hate you because you’re being flakey”

* Gojo laughs it off

* But late that night, while he’s lying in bed watching the shadows flicker on his ceiling he can’t help but wonder-

* What if you really do end up hating him?

* It’s not that he doesn’t want to be around you anymore or anything-

* He just doesn’t know how to approach you anymore now that he knows he’s in love with you

* “I’ve probably been in love for a while” he mumbles

* He’s not really sure when it started.

* At first it was just for shits and giggles

* Something to keep him entertained, and you just happened to be the most entertaining thing around

* So when did it stop being ‘anyone’s fine’ and start being ‘it’s only fine if it’s you’?

* He sighs turning to face the wall, he doesn’t understand his own feelings

* Yeah he’s got all this money and power and influence-

* But right now he’s just a boy in love for the first time

* And he doesn’t know how to handle that

* “I just don’t want them to hate me” he mumbles, feeling his eyes close shut

* He’ll try to talk to you tomorrow

* Even if it’s just a simple ‘good morning’

* At least it’ll be something

* But to his annoyance, he’s told he has to go save his classmates from a curse

* And then everything with the star vessel happens

* And he doesn’t see you for a while and he thinks-

* “Well maybe this is fine, maybe it’s better this way. They’re probably happy now that I’m not around always annoying them”

* And just as he’s thinking maybe this is for the best, that if someone leaves your life it probably means they weren’t supposed to be apart of it anyway -

* When you come barreling into his life again

* “Oi, Baka prince, where did sensei say this kid's house was again?” You ask, eyebrows threading together as you fidget with your phone

* Yaga-sensei sent you to accompany Gojo on his ‘mission’ to retrieve Megumi Fushiguro

* It looks like the only people who can reign Gojo in are you and Geto

* Not that you mind the impromptu mission, and besides- you don’t think Gojo is someone who should be alone around kids

* Gojo actually flinches when you speak to him, you’d traveled in silence so far, standing side by side without exchanging a word on the train.

* You sigh, you know he isn’t interested in you but the least he can do is be somewhat pleasant

* Even that usual annoying demeanor of his would be fine

* You’re not sure why but that prickle of irritation burns in you again, seeping through in the nickname you gave him

* Gojo doesn’t meet your eyes, those clear blue pupils are averted slightly as a pink blush singes his face

* “I’m not sure, I’ve just been following the cursed energy” he admits with an uncharacteristically shy gaze

* Okay WTF

* Gojo would never let the opportunity to tell you how weak you are for being unable to “even feel this amount of cursed energy”

* Who is this freak and what has he done to the real Gojo Satoru

* “Are you sick or something?” You ask

* Your hand’s already moving to cover his forehead, and you feel like somethings off

* Your eyebrows thread together as your peer closer, noticing a small gap where your hand and his forehead

* Ah right, the infinity he has around him

* You never realized it before but you wonder, can he ever feel anything?

* It must be lonely

* Gojo’s looking down at you, swallowing a lump in his throat.

* The expression on your face looks so tender, and you’re so close he can smell your scent

* And he feels a sudden urge to cry, to bury his face in your shoulder and weep like a child

* He’s watching you open your mouth, you’re about to say something-

* When you both feel a large burst of cursed energy

* Your heads snap to the direction you sense it from only to see a small boy

* You recognize him as Megumi Fushiguro, your target for this so-called ‘mission’

* He’s younger than you expected, he can’t be older than 10

* You turn to Gojo, you’re going to need a plan, someone that young is awfully impressionable. You have to do this with some tact

* But when you turn to look he’s gone

* “Huh?”

* You can practically see the outline of his form where he was standing just a second ago, your neck creaking as you turn to where Megumi-Kun is standing

* “Your father sold you to the Zenin Clan”

* You might appear calm and collected on the outside, but I promise you your soul has ascended to the fourth dimension where you are just screaming into the void

* “Well does it make you mad? Does it-“ Gojo’s waggling his fingers like a god damn perv when you basically apparate to his side and bring your fist down on his head

* “Oi, Baka prince what the hell do you think you’re doing?!?”

* Gojo’s stumbles back, nursing the emotional wound you just gave him and you crouch down

* “Don’t listen to anything that moronic man just told you, he’s got no tact” you tell the boy

* He’s a cutie, like the male version of Snow White.

* Though his expression tells you he’s about had it with this reality

* “Yeah I can see that”

* “Well he might act like a moron, but he’s got a pretty decent heart”

* You spell out the situation to Megumi as tactfully as you can, opting to treat him like an adult.

* “These are your options as I see them, you can go to the Zenin clan, or, that Baka prince already stopped the sale in return for you promising to join our academy”

* You and Megumi get along pretty well, you’re kindred souls

* Besides you both seem to be able to see right through Gojo’s princely appearance

* “Why did you guys leave me behind?” Gojo shrieks, Megumi’s hand is in your own, both of your free hands holding ice cream cones

* Megumi immediately makes a face, it had been so quiet while he was gone too

* You can’t help but sympathize with the kid, you used to feel that way before you got to know Gojo too

* You were just showing Megumi around the campus, helping him get familiar, and you thought you should reward him a little with a treat for being such a good kid

* Besides you like him

* Of course Gojo wanted to tag along, teasing Megumi half of the time like a damn idiot and spending the other half of the time giving flirtatious winks to women who seemed interested in him.

* Gojo’s making a scene and Megumi looks like he’s a second from throwing a tantrum too

* You sigh, you don’t get paid enough for having to deal with these two children

* “Here” when Gojo looks up, bright blue eyes peering over his black glasses he sees a scoop full of his favorite ice cream balancing on top of a chocolate-dipped waffle cone

* “But what about you?” He asks and the questions catches you off guard, since when has Gojo cared about anyone but himself?

* “I don’t want any, I just thought it would be good to get in line while we waited.”

* You didn’t think you would actually get to the front of the line before he caught up though.

* “No! You waited in line that whole time, here we can take share, take the first bite”

* You’ve kept your cool in front of Gojo for years but something about the expectant expression he’s giving you - the tops of his cheeks bright pink- and those bright blue eyes looking at you while holding out the ice cream cone that makes you flustered

* You can feel your face grow warm, geez what’s gotten into him

* To make matters worse you’re having a hard time saying no to him right now

* Something about those crystal blue eyes has you almost mesmerized

* And then Megumi stands up on the bench and takes a giant bite from the cone

* Cue Gojo screaming and crying because, goddammit he was this close to an indirect kiss with you-

* “Why did you do that?” He shrieks, he’s crouched on the ground, face bright red in anger and anguish

* “I don’t know, the green tea ice cream looked good” Megumi shrugs, only for Gojo to start shrieking again

* Gojo and Megumi are about a second from a fistfight when they hear laughter

* The gentle twinkling gets louder and they both instinctively turn towards it

* You’re laughing so hard you’re clutching your stomach, tears forming at the corners of your eyes

* “Geez you guys are like something out of a cartoon.” You manage to say in between laughs

* Megumi’s eyes widen

* He’s seen you smile before, but he’s never seen you laugh like that

* Megumi wonders what he’s thinking right bow

* His eyes trail to Gojo

* Gojo looks at you like you just hung the moon

* Like he’s a child seeing fireworks for the first time

* Megumi will never forget the look on Gojo’s face for as long as he lives

* ‘So that’s what it looks like when you love someone’ Megumi thinks

* Gojo pats Megumi on the head

* “Thanks kid, because of you I got to see something nice”

* You guys grow a lot closer because of Megumi, becoming sort of surrogate older siblings to him and Tsumiki

* “Why did you bring a Kotatsu?” You and Megumi are standing in the doorway holding takeout and oranges

* “Winter time just doesn’t feel right without a Kotatsu, isn’t that right Tsumiki-Chan?”

* The young girl grins as she nods, snuggling deeper into the blanket

* You and Megumi give each other an incredulous look

* Leave it to a little rich boy like Gojo Satoru to buy a Kotatsu for a casual hang out just because it’s winter

* Still-

* You watch as Megumi and Tsumiki cuddle under the Kotatsu, peeling oranges

* The kids seem to be enjoying it

* Gojo pats the spot next to him

* “I saved you a spot (Y/N/N), I promise I won’t bite” but Gojo’s giving you that same teasing grin he always used to give you

* Looks like things are back to normal

* You sigh taking a seat beside him, stealing your resolve as you put up with his incessant teasing

* Everything is back to the way it was...so why do you still feel that prickle in your stomach every time he looks at you?

* And the following weeks that familiar sensation makes appearances several times, leaving you more confused each time

* It’s not until you’re walking in Shibuya, one of your hands holding Megumi’s and the other one holding a Taiyaki full of ice cream that you realize

* “Gojoooooo” the woman in front of you whines “you’re so mean, I can’t believe you didn’t call me, because I know you had a good time”

* The woman’s pouty expression turns wolffish in a second

* Ah, so that’s where he learned to smile like that

* You and Megumi are mostly just enjoying the show, eating your ice cream and watching as Satoru tries to placate this woman

* “I’ve just been taking some time to better myself-“

* You snort, yeah you’re sure he’s been bettering himself with his dozen other lovers

* Honestly serves him right for fooling around with so many people. You’re surprised he’s not habitually in the infirmary for a new STD

* “You see, I’m a father now”

* You sputter choking on your ice cream. Megumi pats your back

* That idiot prince has really gone and done it now-

* Having an illegitimate child,

* Yaga-Sensei is going to kill him

* Not to mention what his clan might do

* Gojo looks back at you with warm eyes

* And you feel that pricking feeling again

* “Megumi is my pride and joy”

* Huh?

* Oh

* OHHHHH

* So that’s his game.

* What a sleaze bag using someone else’s kid as an excuse to get out of an uncomfortable romantic encounter

* Megumi squeezes your hand and you look down

* The look on his face could kill a man

* “I’d never call a pervert like you my Father”

* So Megumi woke up and chose violence today-

* You figure Gojo will laugh and cover it up with some jokes like ‘kids these days no respect for their elders’ or something

* But when you look at Gojo he looks genuinely hurt, those vibrant blue eyes look watery, and that pretty mouth that’s always curled in a grin is curved into a soft frown.

* And before you know what you’re doing you say-

* “Megumi-Chan you shouldn’t be so mean to your Father, he let you have ice cream before dinner didn’t he?”

* .

* ...

* .....

* WHY DID YOU JUST SAY THAT

* Megumi and Gojo are both looking at you with vacant stares

* Megumi is still in shock that you took Gojo’s side in this

* But Gojo’s looking right at you, cheeks holding a rosy tinge

* And then something amazing happens

* Gojo smiles at you-

* Not that wolfish smile he’s been showing you for years as he teases you, or that princely smile he uses to get something he wants

* It’s a genuine smile

* And you can’t help but think he doesn’t look at all like the most powerful sorcerer, he just looks like a boy

* Ah, there’s that painful prickle again

* “I love my family so won’t see you anymore, go ahead and delete my contact information,” Gojo says with a grin

* He walks over to you in long strides, hoisting Megumi up and carrying him all while the woman shouts obscenities

* “Come on (Y/N/N), let’s go home,” he says, his hand moving to hold your own

* And all you can do is let him tug you forward

* Your gaze lingers on your intertwined hands, the heat that radiates from his palm even though there’s an infinity between you both

* Your eyes trail up to look at his broad back, the way he holds Megumi so easily even though he’s pulling on Gojo’s hair

* The prickle intensifies as you watch them

* ‘He would make a good Dad his spouse will be lucky’ you think

* And then it hits you

* Oh

* Oh no

* Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no

* You’re in love with Gojo Satoru

* The f*ckboy extraordinaire

* F*ck

* How did this even happen? You had been so careful, you were even apart of that down with Gojo Satoru club with Nanami and Geto

* Are they going to revoke your membership now?

* F*********ck

* “Hurry up and put me down you pervert!” Megumi shouts, a fistful of Gojo’s white hair in his hand

* “Ora Ora, you shouldn’t be mean to papa like that Megumi-Chan” Gojo teases, not even the slightest bit fazed

* Megumi’s only grabbing onto the infinity around his hair after all, so it probably doesn’t hurt

* “Here Megumi,” you abandon your ice cream without a thought, carefully lifting him out of Gojo’s hold and onto the ground

* Megumi doesn’t say anything, he only holds your hand in his

* “Hold Papa’s hand too Megumi-Chan otherwise I’ll feel lonely” Gojo teases, but you can tell he really does want Megumi to hold his hand

* “If it’ll get you to shut up” Megumi grumbles, but he reached up, taking Gojo’s hand in his

* The three of you probably look like a family, and this time the prickling feels warm, like a tickle across your stomach

* Like butterflies

* F********************ck

* “For F*cks sake, how am I going to get out of this one” you mumble to yourself

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Collab: Chaos's Bearsday Collab by @chaos-night

Thanks for having this Collab hun! I hope you had/have an amazing birthday <3

Tags: Aged Up! Birthday boy! Izuku Midoriya x Binaural, SFW, Fluff

Synopsis: You thought this was going to be a normal birthday with Deku - the only thing that was different is you were going to make Katsudon, pork cutlet bowls, for Deku. What you weren't prepared for was a flirty Izuku Midoriya.

Word Count: 1689

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You groaned at the sound of your blaring alarm, forcing you awake. You raised your head to meet Izuku’s chin. His hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body even more. You pressed against the bed, pushing yourself upwards to face the sleeping face of your beloved.

You adored the sight of the defenceless hero.

His dishevelled green hair mimicked a bush in the woods - wild yet so adorable. His lips were slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape the powerful quirk user. His small freckles glowed under the soft sunlight entering your shared room from the window, leaving you in awe. His long lashes framed his closed eyelids.

Thankfully, your alarm turned itself off - he wasn’t letting you move anymore, not with the vice grip he had around you tightening unknowingly.

You couldn’t resist the urge to run the pad of your thumb against his soft lips - it looked so soft and supple. The rest of your fingers found their place on Izuku’s cheek, enjoying the warmth only he could radiate. You smiled, looking at the sleeping Izuku subconsciously pressing his cheeks against your fingers.

This is what you believed a life spent with him would look like - and you pray so that it stays like this.

“Hey,” you say as you kiss Midoriya’s forehead, “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your alarm began to ring again, causing the hero beside you to groan loudly.

“Turn that thing off,” he said, placing his head on your shoulder, “We don’t need to wake up early today.”

This man… how was he the top hero?

You ruffled his hair, chuckling.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to wake you up early today?” you ask, recalling your conversation with him yesterday.

“I just wanted to spend the whole day with you, but I think we can do it from this bed, can’t we?” he said, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I think you forgot, Deku,” you say, cupping his cheeks, “You have a press conference with Bakugo and Todoroki today - you know, about your job as a hero?”

His eyelids shot open.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“It’s only,” you looked at the wall clock, “9 am right now. You have about 1 hour to get ready and head to the studio. That trip would take about 20 minutes.”

You smiled when you saw him visibly relax.

“Sadly,” you say, “You aren’t getting breakfast from me since I couldn’t even move one inch from the bed,” you gesture to his arms on your waist.

You kissed his forehead again, trying to wipe off the guilty smile he had on his face.

“Happy birthday, Midoriya Izuku. Now, go get ready.”

He kissed the apples of your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thanks, love.”

⁜

The minute you heard the door close, you got out your phone and called your mother-in-law.

“Hi!” she answered cheerfully, “You ready to do this?”

You turned the voice call into a video call, then propped your phone behind the salt shaker.

“Hopefully…” you trail off as you put on your apron, “You don’t think I’ll burn anything or cause a fire, right?”

“If you’re anything like Izuku in terms of cooking, we’ll be fine.”

You weren’t.

Pancakes, waffles - you could handle that.

But meat? It definitely was not your forte.

Izuku’s the one who handled all the savoury dishes while you were the resident taste tester.

“Don’t worry - the very person who introduced him to the savoury dish is right here, showing you each step in detail. You won’t mess up that much,” you said to yourself as you brought out the ingredients.

You laid them out in front of her, allowing her to examine them thoroughly.

“First things first,” she said, moving to her couch, “You’re wearing your apron wrongly.”

⁜

You stared at the pan filled with onions, eggs and fried pork, feeling defeated.

You were supposed to move all of that into a small bowl of rice.

You were supposed to move a bunch of slippery onions doused in sauce, a steamed omelette that looked like it was going to break into two and a pork cutlet that you slaved over - all of that, into a small bowl of rice.

“Trust me, it’s pretty easy,” Inko said, trying to calm you down, “It just looks intimidating.”

“Intimidating is one way to explain it,” you said, staring at your hard work.

“Just do it, don’t worry - you have multiple backup pork cutlets if you mess up.”

“I know, but-”

“Just do it.”

You immediately placed the toppings into the bowl of rice without any spillage.

...or so you thought.

The whole thing spilt over the sides of the pan, missing the bowl of rice entirely.

“Try again, dear,” she said smiling, “No harm in trying again.”

⁜

After 5 tries, you managed to make two perfect bowls of fresh katsudon. The smell of the fried pork cutlets wafted through the air, making you smile at your hard work.

“It looks really good, dear,” she said, smiling, “He’ll love it.”

You smile at her cheerful gaze towards you.

“You sure you don’t want to come over? It’s just a fifteen-minute drive.”

“I appreciate you asking me,” she said, sighing, “But I think you two should spend the day together. I’m pretty sure you both haven’t spent much time together since your honeymoon.”

“You sure?” you ask once again.

“I’m very, very sure,” she says, chuckling, “Now go get ready.”

You placed your phone flat on the countertop and started to set the table. As soon as you finished, Izuku came into the house, a tired expression painted on his face.

“You okay?” You say as you walk towards him.

“How rude of them to make me work on my own birthday?” he chuckled softly.

He looked to the dining table and his eyes lit up.

“Did you made Katsudon?” he asked, the tired expression he once had leaving his face.

“Yeah, I did,” you say as you help him take off his jacket.

“However,” you place his hands on his chest, “You need to go bathe.”

“What’s with everyone bullying me today?” he huffed.

“Bullying or taking care of you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off.

“Just go bathe,” you say, chuckling as you push him towards your room.

“Oh no,” he said as you pushed him, “My feet can’t move.”

This grown kid.

“So I’m supposed to carry you bridal style now?” you joke.

“ I did it to you, didn’t I?” he whispers in your ear.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks the minute the sentence left his lips.

This man…

“Wow, my feet work now! I’ll go bathe,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

This man is too cute for his own good.

⁜

“This…” he said, mouth stuffed with food, “This is really good!”

You smile, looking at the green-haired male scarfing down the food you made. You loved the little sparkle he had in his eyes whenever he truly enjoyed something - and to your luck, it was the food you prepared for him.

“You seriously made this by yourself?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You don’t see your mom here, do you?”

“You sure you didn’t order in?” He teased again.

You kicked his leg under the table, causing him to wince in pain.

“Oh, how you wound me,” he said, faking tears.

“Serves you right for making fun of me,” you huff.

He got off of his chair and headed to the sink to wash his bowl.

“Well, to be fair,” you add, “I did video call your mom so she could teach me.”

“So I was right, then,” he said as he places his bowl in the sink and turning to face you.

“She didn’t make it, though!”

“You said you made it all by yourself, but you got my mother’s help. Hence, you lied to me,” he put his arms on the countertop.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you say, laughing, “I really made it by myself.”

Izuku was already standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“You kicked me,” he stared at you, “You kicked a tired hero.”

“Heroes don’t tease others as much as you do,” you retort.

“What is my purpose in your life but to tease you?”

“A lot of things actually,” you say, smiling at him.

“Oh? Like what?”

“First of all,” you put your hand on his chest, “Where did this flirty Izuku come from?”

“Maybe,” he put his thumb on your lower lip, “He came because I am using my birthday privileges to be a little more flirty than usual.”

You stare at his green orbs. They glimmered even under his own shadow. Its golden flecks shined just for you and you alone. The creases of his eyes curved upwards, showing you how happy he was just to be in your presence. The wild forest he calls his hair had rogue strands that tickled your cheeks. You loved how soft they were - especially after him just washing it roughly an hour ago.

Your hand on his chest began to outline the scars he cultivated through his years under All Might’s wing and his hero training back in UA. You smiled as you remembered how strong-willed he was as a boy to become a hero, and now he was - standing on the very top.

“You okay?” he asked, worried.

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve grown from back then,” you look up to his face, meeting his eyes that were staring straight at you.

“For someone who took so many notes back then, you’re really dumb,” you both chuckle.

“How are you still bullying me?” he sighed.

“Endure it, Deku,” you joke, imitating Bakugou.

You close your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, enjoying the small moment you’re sharing with the male in front of you.

“Happy birthday, Izuku.”

“Thank you, love.”

You both shared a kiss, both bellies and hearts full.

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