#starting to think i might be a little accident prone guys

[scribbling-waffle]

You should see the other guy! (The other guy is a wall.)

(Also known as I had a little oopsie moment the other day and decided to document it in silly little cartoon man format lmao)

[summer-nights19]

Hey, heard you wanted more TDB requests, so I'm here to deliver😊. Could you do the Tokyo debunker boys (you can pick who you want) with an MC that is extremely accident prone, like you take a look away from them for a second and their covered in multiple cuts and bruises, and the cherry on top is that whenever this happens the MC is like "oops". Please and thank you.

Ofc anon ! As someone who falls over all the time, I love this idea

Tokyo debunker guys x klutz MC

Characters: The Frostheim + Vagastrom + Jabberwok guys

Kaito

He finds it adorable honestly

Because he's not particularly strong as far as ghouls are concerned, he sometimes struggles to live up to the image of your "knight in shining armour", so he 100% would use this as an excuse to catch you in his arms while you fall

Will sometimes tease you about it in a good natured way

Also uses it as a way to get you to agree to hold his hand everywhere "so that you can't fall over"

It doesn't always work - sometimes you both just end up falling over

Luca

He worries about your safety so much - you might not think it's a big deal, but what if you fall and injure yourself seriously ?

Walks right next to you everywhere you go to make sure that he can catch you easily if you fall

Unlike Kaito, Luca always catches you successfully. He then proceeds to carry you bridal style the rest of the way "so you can't fall" (not that you're complaining)

Is even more protective of you when you go on missions - will not approve of you going unless he's there to guarantee your safety, and, even then, he doesn't let you leave his sight

Carries a little first aid kit with him so he can patch up any injuries you get from falling

Tohma

"Oh for God's sake MC, why are you on the floor again ?"

Found it exasperating at first - why did you not manage to stay upright on your own two feet ?

However, some part of him does find it kind of endearing

Cannot keep an eye on you at all times due to his work as vice captain, but when he's around you he definitely tries

I could see him linking arms with you like they did in the olden days to prevent you from falling

If you do fall, expect a gentle lecture as he disinfects any bruises you got

Jin

At first, he finds it kind of cute. He definitely teases you about it when you're in private

However, if you're on a mission, his protective side kicks in - what if you fall and he isn't there to help you ? From now on, you are only allowed to go on missions with him or Tohma (preferably him) so they can keep you safe

Would definitely catch you as you were falling and carry you the rest of the wa like Luca

He pretends to be annoyed if you do fall, but in reality he loves taking care of you

Has tried using his stigma on you and telling you "Don't fall" as you hold his hand. This works well ... but only if you hold hands

Leo

This shouldn't surprise anyone, but he'd mostly be kind of a dick about it

He teases you about it SO much

Instead of helping you, he'd stand there and tease you or even record you so he can laugh at the video later

"You should have seen yourself, MC ! You fell face first right into that puddle !"

If he ever hurts your feelings he'd feel bad and try to be less mean (with limited success) but he wouldn't outright apologise

However, on a mission it's completely different - he's always by your side and picks you up at lighting speed if you fall

Will help you with any injuries, though he'll grumble about how clumsy you are

Sho

He teased you so much about it at first, but when you guys started liking each other, he begun to find it kind of cute (not that he'd ever admit it)

If you do fall, he always picks you up. At first, he's a bit too shy to carry you afterward, but eventually he starts to do it

Is so thorough about treating any injuries you might have

If you're on a mission, he keeps a very close eye on you and catches you immediately if he so much as sees you stumble. Good luck convincing him to let you go on one without him (he never will)

Alan

Jokes about giving you piggybacks/carrying you everywhere and low key starts to do it if you're into the idea

If he's not carrying you, then he's holding your hand so that you don't fall

Will physically not let you fall - he always has his eye on you and us ready to catch you

Another one who will only let you do missions with him, because no one else can protect you adequately

If you do still manage to fall, he'll dress all your wounds and kiss them better (if you're in private)

Also, if he discovers anyone giving you shit for your clumsiness, he will not hesitate to drag them into the pit and give them hell for it

Haru

Thinks it's absolutely adorable - you move like a baby giraffe !

He would also joke about holding your hand or carrying you everywhere and end up low key doing it

Always keeps a watchful eye on you to make sure you don't fall

If you do end up falling, he gives you a hug as he treats your wounds with the first aid kit he carries everywhere

Towa

Would look at you kind of sadly and offer you a hand up if you fall

Tries to catch you but doesn't always succeed

His hugs are honestly the best pain medication

Brings you flowers he found to distract you from your injuries

Ren

Won't admit in a million years that he finds it kind of cute and acts like he finds it annoying

At first, he just rolls his eyes at you and tells you to get up, but after some time passes, he starts to offer you a hesitant hand up and allow you to lean on his arm if you're injured after checking that you're ok

If you're in a private place, he'll tend to your injuries

Masterlist

[sports-on-sundays]

Hello! Can you maybe write a clumsy reader x Lando Norris or Charles Leclerc??

Like how he gets worried about how she always gets injured such as accidentally burning herself or accidentally dropping a glass.

accident prone / CL16

Summary: Charles x clumsy!girlfriend!reader - Charles is usually pretty cool, but when it comes to you, he can be just a bit of a fussbudget. Who can blame him, though? You yourself have kind of got your head in the clouds most of the time.

Warnings: wrote this one in past tense because I felt like it, censored swearing, this one is honestly just really silly, blood, Charles being very protective

Requested?: Uh huh!

Author's Note: Thanks for another request. :)

Really, you were the paddock's big joke. And you didn't mind at all. Being Charles Leclerc's girlfriend, you hung around a lot. Especially since your boyfriend practically begged you to come to nearly every single Grand Prix. So, yeah. You were around a lot.

Which was why you were kind of the paddock's big joke. It wasn't like you were trying to be. It was like the way you were. Carlos told you that you were bringing it upon yourself. Maybe so, but you weren't trying to. It was just one too many clips of you tripping on air, walking into walls, dropping important things you were holding for someone, and the like. One time you were having a conversation with a few of the guys (because although obviously Charles was your man, you got along well with the other drivers) and when Max happened to say something particularly humorous, you sprayed the coffee you had been drinking out of your nose at the same time as dropping it. It splashed onto Lando's shoe. He, who was pretty annoyed (understandably so) had said something like, in a rather teasing, lighthearted tone, regardless, "My God, f*ck you, Y/n! My shoe! You're such a klutz!"

To that, you had stuck your tongue out at him and countered, "You're being over dramatic, rich boy! It's not like you can't easily buy yourself a new pair!"

While you admittedly were certainly pretty clumsy, you had a sharp mind. Still, you were humble enough to not mind being the grid's laughingstock. Everyone understood it was lighthearted.

Well, not everyone. There was one person who seemed to have issues with the whole thing. And it was your own boyfriend. Charles.

Referring to the story of spilling coffee on Lando's shoe again- as soon as you had finished with your comeback, suddenly Charles was next to you with his arm around your shoulder. He had been- well, not around. But somehow he must have heard and rushed to your side, because the look he had given Lando was honestly priceless as he asked the younger man, concerned, "What the hell did she do to make you say that to her?" He sounded so offended- more offended than you were yourself.

Lando had looked honestly nervous. "Max made her laugh so she spilled coffee on my shoe!"

"Mate, you're blaming it on me?" was Max's reaction, before looking at the imaginary watch on his wrist and saying, "Look at the time! Got to go."

"You know, just so happens, me too!" was what Lando said with a giggle, and the two had gone off. You were sure that as the two walked away together, they made fun of Charles and his little ways. But Charles wouldn't have minded. Because the only time Charles got defensive was when someone was bothering you.

Now, though, you were away from the paddock and racing. Now you were at home, thinking about all this as you smiled to yourself, standing next to the stove, waiting for the water for tea to boil. Charles was still in bed and had had an exhausting last weeks, so you thought he might like a little breakfast when he finally stirred.

Suddenly the tea kettle started squealing, and you quickly grabbed the it, hoping not to wake up your boyfriend in the other room. You started pouring the water in Charles' mug, and swore loudly when your hand bumped the kettle. You groaned. That's gonna leave a burn. You finished pouring the boiling water and ran your hand under lukewarm water as it steeped. You sighed, shaking your head, and very carefully, with shaky hands, put two pieces of bread in the toaster. Then you grabbed a glass and the orange juice from the fridge, but just as you were about to pour it, your hip bumped the counter and the glass slipped right out of your hand, shattering on the floor with a loud crash that made you flinch and grit your teeth. "For f*ck's sake!" you snapped, unable to hold it back. You sighed, reaching for the broom, but just then, a sleepy, disoriented Charles entered the room, with furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes, still shirtless and wearing pajama pants. "Careful, love," you murmured. "Broken glass."

"Hmmm," he yawned, rubbing his eye. "What's going on? You okay, baby?"

"Yeah, I am," you started, starting to step around the glass pile to Charles, but wobbled and lost your balance, about to fall but- Charles, even having just woken up, caught you with a little chuckle. He helped you steady yourself and you sighed, shaking your head as you met him. "Anyway, yeah. I'm fine. I was... I feel bad. I was trying to make you some surprise breakfast, but... Clearly, I woke you up."

"Oh..." he smiled, naturally pulling you to him. "That's sweet..." Suddenly though, he saw your hand, and his brow grew concerned. He took your burnt hand, holding it up. "What's this?"

"Oh, uh," you giggled, glancing away. "Tea kettle."

"Hm. Looks like you had quite the-"

Suddenly you squeaked and flinched as the toaster popped behind you. You then broke out into laughing at yourself at being so frightened, and Charles teased, grabbing the broom, "Good thing you weren't holding a glass this time, huh? Babe, I really appreciate all this, really. But I'll clean up the glass and everything, and then I'll take my breakfast. Thanks, love."

You nodded, slowly leaving the kitchen, honestly feeling kind of bad. Really bad. You were trying to do something nice, and now he was in there, cleaning up your mess. No matter how many times he always told you it was okay, you were never fully convinced. Doesn't he get tired of me and my stupid little mistakes? Doesn't he get tired of always walking behind me and picking up the mess I leave?

When he came into the dining room with his breakfast, he thanked you wholeheartedly, gave you a damp cool rag for your burn, and got eating.

"Whoa, lovely, watch out," Charles said, suddenly grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him, making you stumble a bit.

"What was that for, hm?" you frowned.

He smiled and somehow managed to say in the kindest way possible, "You were so busy looking up at the beautiful blue sky, you almost ran straight into that wall. What'cha daydreaming about?"

"Hmmm..." you glanced to his eyes, which in the bright lighting reflected just a slightly more grey version of the sky above. "You." You winked.

"How sweet," he smiled, gesturing to the Ferrari garage. Yes, you really were about to just walk right past it. Neither of you mentioned it, of course. As he left for his duties, though, he gave you a little wink and said, "Those high-heels are lovely, by the way. Just be careful." You clicked your tongue, but you knew he was right. Last time you wore heels at a Grand Prix, you ended up tripping over them and scraping both your knees. Charles had worriedly asked 'Are you alright?' so many times someone could have assumed you had just had a seizure or something instead of just tripping and falling. You had reassured him, as blood dripped down your legs, that you were just fine. He had rushed you back inside and made sure your legs got fixed up. For the rest of the weekend, you had hobbled around in sneakers and barely bent your legs because it hurt to bend the skin on your knees. It pretty much sucked, and fans on social media made fun of you almost as much as the other drivers on the grid, but you hadn't minded. The worst part was the pain- being made fun of was just fine. But of course it didn't go on for long, because Charles took whatever avenues that were necessary to put an end to people making fun of his girlfriend like that.

Charles had said after that whole thing something like, 'Y/n, you need to be more careful! You can't worry me like that, love!' which you found humorous, considering that over twenty weekends a year he went into basically a rocket ship and raced a bunch of other guys in other rocket ships, and made you worry sick. Either way, that was really the weekend when Charles' whole anxiety over your little accidents really started.

Before qualifying today, though, you made sure to catch Charles and give him a kiss, saying, "Don't crash."

He smiled gracefully and said back, "I won't. You don't crash, either, though."

You rolled your eyes with a little smile, gave him another kiss on the cheek, and he was off.

"Charlie! Nice job, dude!" you congratulated your boyfriend. You gave him a high five, and he gave you a hug. "Starting in a great position for tomorrow, love. Congrats!"

He chuckled. "Thanks, Y/n. I'm gonna go change. Be right back."

You nodded, and Charles walked off, but got caught in a conversation. When Carlos strolled in, you went to congratulate him as well, but of course.

You could feel it in slow motion. You foot getting caught, your other foot stepping forward, the force of gravity pulling you down, down-

You suddenly squealed though when unfamiliar arms caught you. After a second of disorientation, you realized it had been Carlos, who was now saying, "Holy sh*t, Y/n. You could've cracked your skull. Every day life with you is more dangerous than the life of being a Formula One driv-"

Suddenly, though, Mr. Protect Y/n At All Costs (Charles Leclerc), grabbed your hand, pulling you to him, away from Carlos, and said, "What the hell, you okay?"

"Uh, yeah," you said, honestly just embarrassed, glancing to Carlos.

"Sorry, Charles, I didn't want her to crack her skull," Carlos said after Charles sent him a nasty look. "You should be thanking me." Carlos gave his teammate a playful shove on the shoulder and walked away.

"Why don't you sit down and wait for me?" was Charles' suggestion.

"Right."

That night as you drove to the hotel, went inside, got ready for bed, and had a little snack, you didn't speak a word to Charles, and anytime he tried to talk, you didn't have much to say back to him.

Finally, as you finished your little snack, Charles sat down next to you, taking both your hands in his, saying gently and completely seriously, "Y/n, clearly something is wrong. Please know that you can tell me. Was it something that happened today? Did someone bother you? Was it what happened with Carlos?"

"No, no, Charles, they're fine," you murmured, sipping your water. "What Carlos did is fine, too. Good." You tried to show a little lighthearted smile, but maybe it just came off as seeming sarcastic as you said, "I mean, thank God for Carlos. Otherwise I might be in the hospital with a cracked open head, right?"

Charles, as expected, didn't buy it, and took your hands in both of his, saying earnestly with big, worried eyes, "You can tell me what's bothering you, Y/n. I want to help you."

Your jaw clenched as you murmured, "That's just it, Charles. That's the problem."

"What is?" he asked, looking so seriously and utterly confused, it might have been funny if it had been in another situation. "That I want to help you?!"

"No," you shook your head, looking down. "That I need your help. I feel so bad. I'm always messing things up- breaking stuff, hurting myself, being all jumpy. And along with everything else you have to worry about, you feel like you need to worry about me, too. You're just always there, looking out for me and fixing all my dumb mistakes. It's so stupid- but my clumsiness is actually becoming a problem. I don't even care if drivers or the internet make fun of me. It's just, like... you're so protective of me and it's because I can't stay on my two own f*cking feet. I mean, that must be so hard for you- don't you get exasperated with me? I mean I'm fine on my own. But oh my God, I feel like a little kid! You had to tell me not to run into a f*cking wall! A wall! I don't know, Charles... Aren't you sick of me? Aren't I a burden to you?"

The look Charles gave you was probably a mixture of confusion, sympathy, love, and exasperation. Which was a very strange mix, for a very strange expression, before he said, "You aren't a burden to me at all, Y/n... Babe, I love helping you. And, okay, we all have those days when there's a lot on our minds and we do stupid things. You make it seem like everyday there's another thing. There's not. Maybe three times a week you do something a little silly. But I know you. When you're nervous, your head is kind of in the clouds, and you trip up. Literally. On race weekends, you do. And the other thing you always do..." He hesitated, before getting more serious, saying quieter, "Sometimes I think you try so hard to please me, and you get nervous."

You stare, eyes wide. Because you hadn't even realized it, but he was right.

"You don't have to worry about that," he continued gently. "You already please me, without trying. Because I love you and you're gorgeous. You're right that you can take care of yourself, but I like being there for you. I like helping you out, okay?" He leaned in and gently planted a kiss on your cheek. "Besides, I think you being a little accident prone is cute."

"Accident prone and cute, huh?" You looked up, a soft smile appearing on your face and a little giggle in your voice as you leaned closer to him, relief rushing though you, and giving him a cheek kiss back. "I like that."

[morickkk]

hello. i am in love with your scarian school au. can you give me a long rant about it. please,

Hi omg hi hi okay okay sorri for future misspells and grammatical errors

Okay so like i said before uhh it all started with a prank, amd grian thought it would be a good idea to just pop a balloon to one of the most accident prone person, after that silly stupid little prank, scar fell on idk his back, injuring it

I wanted to give it a vibe where he was technically blown up on the back bc he didnt see the creeper, and i cannot make him explode here guys sorry HWHSJWHE

And then after like scar comes back to school, grian was like really worried duh so he immediately went to scar and asked that he owes him until he doesnt really feel that guilty

Scar was ecstatic yeysyes, a potential bestfriend no way!! So scar wholeheartedly agree and for some couple days after, grian notice scar literally just swindling people at school for their stuffs and maybe homework LMAO and grian was starting to regret it

Im not entirely sure what im gonna do for the interpretation of their failed monopolies, but for the traps in the series, i feel like its just gonna be silly pranks

The interpretation i was gonna do with the time scar losing his 2nd life was both of them doing a science/chem activity for class, and scar was liek im all for science and mixed like random things in the uhm yeah the 'potions' and it explodes, frian was too late to warn him, making scar injure himself again but now that i think about it i want to change it now help this really got me thinkign okay okay

What if i just make it like, interpretation of the 1st death, grian plays a prank with the chem lab, making it explode on scar, injuring him, i think that fits better

2nd death interpretation, was uhm scar and grian was thinking about pranking cleo for 'wrongin' them, but scar didnt see the slippery wet floor sign, making himself injured again

YEAH YEAH I THINK THATS BETTER

And then after that, scar asks grian if he still wanna be friends with a guy like him, and grian was still okay since he still owe his well kind of forgiveness?? Im not sire how to wrod it

Btw pizza is a scooter motorbike! Meanwhile mr bubbles is just a silly balloon

I might add like situations that didnt happen in the series bc i still wanna make soemthing original about itwjsuejs but i do have an idea about what will happen for the interpretation of the uhhh ending of 3rd life

Bqsically its still, Grian being betrayed by scar with bdubs and they go punchies in the halls ( people cheered LMAO )

IT WILL BE HARD TRYING TO INTERPRET LAST LIFE BC I BARELY UNDERSTOOD QHAT HAPPENED THERE IM SORRY i mostly understood lizzie's pov bc it was the first pov i watched, anwyays im getting sidetracked uhm basiclaly yeah its still ongoing, im suffering from my own consequences bc its so hard to make aus LMAO but feel free to give ideas pls

Im still scrapping like alot of the things i write for this au bc theres part where i change my mind, just like the interpretation on scar's 1st and 2nd death

[hel-phoenyx]

Hospitals have never been my thing, even before the accident.

Dad couldn't stop saying the public hospital was shit, that we should go to clinics if we needed anything, that is was underfunded, understaffed, under the water. He's right, but he seemed to blame more the hospitals themselves than government funding.

Truth be told, I had one hell of a bias before then, even though I had to bring Kriss here for her giving birth. She was in pain, I was the only one here and the public hospital was the closest to reach. Not to mention I was sixteen and only driving a motorcycle so long drives were out of the question for both of us.

They took care of her accordingly but I saw how bad they were doing. How tired the doctors look. How left behind some patients could be. It didn't help the bias.

And then, right after, I got into that accident.

I wasn't the only one hurt. A lot of people had to be brought to the hospital that day.

I lost my right hand, but I know it could have been far worse without the help of the ER staff. I almost died that day, that's something prone to make an impression. And there's something I'll never forget. The smile of the doctors taking care of me.

I never saw that smile when dad brought me to clinics.

Since that day I'm prone to think people that still have the energy to work in public hospital are truly there for their patients. Well, those I saw, anyway. That's why I come back there regularly, for my check-ups. I don't need a lot of care, now that the wound is fully scarred, but you never know what my prosthesis might need.

End of context, this is why I am in those white corridors today. I just got out of my appointment, Domi and Oli are waiting for me outside, we're supposed to get a treat after this. Domi was supposed to see the guys at Planned Parenthood anyway. But I'd like to get a coffee before. Even one of those crappy hospital coffees.

Haven't slept all night because thesis and the two menaces are always throwing me worried looks when I drink more than three in a row, so, I've started hiding my true caffeine intake.

I wasn't expecting to see him at the cafeteria.

I wasn't expecting him to wave at me, either.

"But if it isn't Tyrfing ! How are you doing since last time ?"

I have a little smile.

"Hello, doctor Claro."

He's the one that took me into his care when I lost my hand. A man always smiling, with ice blue eyes adorned with dark circles. Probably around forty or fifty, but his hair is white as ghost. Stress, probably. We ran into each other a few times since then, but since my visits got rarer, I started seeing him less. Didn't expect him to still remember me.

Since he waved at me, it would be polite to at least join him. I take my coffee and go say hello, and he pull out a chair. Well, the message is clear. Does he do that with every patient ?

"Didn't expect to run into you today. Isn't your department downstairs ?"

"Day off, and I needed to see some of the patients I sent to colleagues, check if everything was good. I have time, today, don't worry."

I raise an eyebrow.

"You see your patients even when you're off work ?"

"Well, yeah. Healthcare doesn't sleep."

That man's dedication to his work astonished me at sixteen. It does even more now that I'm in my twenties. Sometimes I think every doctor should be like him, and then I see the dark circles.

This is not about the people nor the workers.

I smile.

"This isn't a good work ethic, doctor, you would kill me for the same thing."

"Not kill, I have sworn Hippocrates, he laughs. But I have to admit I wouldn't recommend that rhythm. The wife is already on my back for this and I don't blame her. What about you ? Life's good I hope."

"Eh, still a student. Thesis is fucking me over, but I still can see my friends."

"Oh, I don't look fondly upon those years. What doctorate ?"

"Deep-sea creatures."

"You're not doing politics anymore ?"

"Dropped out. I tried, but I couldn't help but get angry at so many things I didn't have the energy to be angry about. I still get some classes, tho. A friend in politics is giving me his slides."

Because said friend is trying to prove to me right-wingers are right every day, but hey, not gonna go into details, I don't need to talk about the homoerotic rivalry right now.

We may be friendly, right now, but we don't know each other so well, as much as he is easy-going and easy to talk to.

[fishgirl514]

I REREAD UR INTRO POST. MP100. need to tell u this. consider aslfua mpo au. on one hand. esper cheol. his repression and social anxiety swag. listen 2 me… him playing w his powers in the countryside …. but then he doesnt use them at all anymore ….

ALSO TERU!JINSEOP

SORRY I AM RESPONDING TO THIS LATW i had to let it marinate sufficiently in my head it was just so good…..

jinseop and teru both had to experience humbling but jinseop could definitely maybe use a little more LMAO free my girl song-i rest she deserves better T_T

also thank you so much for cheol psychic powers bc he has always been so autism to me (avoiding eye contact, extremely awkward, not very good with adults and being formal, struggles to process and express his feelings, shuts down and stops speaking when he’s freaked out, intimidating by accident, prone to outbursts when overwhelmed, quiet, uncomfortable around people, antagonized by the school system and the people around him despite being the victim because of a perceived “threat”, mi-ae is his adhd counterpart) and we all know that mp100 is about autistic people have psychic powers

mi-ae is kind of like tome? the energy and the goof factor for sure. she would be a non psychic who thinks psychics r so cool and her whole arc w cheol would be him thinking she only likes him for his abilities and he’s kind of like god fuck off!!! bc he feels like all anyone cares about is his powers whether they’re scared of him or they want to use him or they’re gawking at him and treating him like a zoo exhibit. everyone being scared of him bc they’ve heard he has insane powers and had an outburst in the past, but she genuinely just wants to be his friend bc she remembers being friends as kids and stuff and he starts using his powers in little ways to protect her !!!!!!! UUUAAAAHHHH

LIKE LIKE the first time it happens it s like he hasn’t used his powers at ALL in like years but one time mi-ae gets into trouble and someone kind of starts to threaten her and suddenly he uses just a little bit of psychic power to freeze the guy and be like hey dude. stop. AAAAAAHHH !!!!! literally thinking abt this in real time oh this post is going to be an essay. and then he starts using his powers to like. catch her when she trips or send a note across their windows or silly little things as he gets more comfortable using it again. ugh. i love them. and her genuine lack of fear of him and appreciation for who he actually is makes him fall in love like in the regular series OTL

and obv we don’t know shit about whatever the hell happened between them back in the country side STILL UGHHH but i would think it would b something like. they are like playing together and he’s using his powers comfortably and freely in front of her and it’s such a bonding moment god i love them <33333333!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and like in the future he likes to float her around to tease her (she also loves it and requests it because she gets to be taller than him and fly like an airplane LOL)

he will put her in air jail when she needs to settle down

i also feel like they might have a fight scene with some sort of “jason this isn’t you :( just look at me jason ok? it’s just you and me right now” kind of moment LMAO but it would actually be good and not corny, more like the scene from avatar with aang and katara in the desert

anyway THANK you for this i am going to think about it forever i hope i was able to contribute and expand upon it

[ozcarr]

You ever get really bored and just make up a little group of campy sci-fi guys for funzies?

Anyway, give it up for the crew of Star Cruiser 99. I made up extensive lore for them between work calls, under the cut.

When the entire captain’s annex mysteriously broke off vacation liner Star Cruiser 99, several randomly assigned emergency away teams were sent out do a perimeter of the area, one of which was headed by security officer Gillian Vega. Vega’s team strays a little too far from the 99’s charted path while exploring separated annex debris and ends up encountering some sort of space anomaly or wormhole because it’s a genre staple! They lose contact and tracking on their mothership, but find evidence of an escape pod launch from captains annex and are lead to believe the captain may be close, so they decide to continue their recovery mission — but now they’re stuck in uncharted space, the trail is running cold, and they have no way home.

Vega is smart and good at her job… but just transferred from a very human-majority quadrant of the galaxy and is still experiencing an adjustment period. She dreams of captaining her own explatory space vessel one day and thinks being the leader of the away team that recovers the captain of the 99 would fast-track her career. But as the days turn into weeks, she finds herself really growing into her small-crew-acting-captian position. And she starts to sort of hope that they don't find the captain. Which makes her feel really guilty. Which distracts her from the rest of the crew’s weird dynamics. It's a whole thing.

Nobody really gets Thomas from the security team and that's okay! He doesnt mind really. He's telepathic so he can read everyone's thoughts (excluding Killgore), but he doesn't usually comment on other people's internal monologs. Really good listener. He knows something is going on between Phoebe and Kurzweil but there’s inconsistencies in their memories and Thomas can’t really get a read what their relationship is.

Phoebe V ("V" is pronounced "Five") is an engineer and was really popular on the 99 before The Incident. She's always fiending for gossip, an has been trying to get closer to Thomas (everyone assumes it’s because she assumes he has dirt on everyone, but is it about something else?) Now that she's been stuck in close proximity with the same 4 people for weeks... she's going a little stir-crazy and everyone can tell.

Doctor Killgore is almost cartoonishly evil and nobody except Vega seems to picking up on it. He's always saying bond villain type shit, and Vega's always like "guys I think Killgore might actually be dangerous." And everyone else just brushes it off like "he's obviously joking about killing us! What, you don't think he's capable of humor or something? Wow Vega, examine your biases..."

Killgore doesn't talk about his life before the 99 which leaves Vega with a lot of questions, namely "w...why is he called that", "why would a medical droid look like that", and "who's vitals are being displayed on that heart monitor?"

Kurzweil works in passenger services and was hired at a Starbase recruitment fair 2 weeks before The Incident. He only volunteered for the away mission in hopes it would earn him some respect among his peers. Even before the mission, he was prone to accidents and he keeps putting himself in dangerous situations which almost always end in head trauma — much to Killgore's thinly-veiled delight.

His species must be extremely resilient because he's always able to walk it off after an hour of downtime in the shuttle's back medical room (albeit with some memory loss). His accidents are seemingly random but now Vega is starting to notice patterns and is beginning to think something nefarious is afoot, whether Kurzweil knows it or not.

I don’t want to fully elaborate what’s going on because… I’m starting to think this would make a fun little mystery visual novel. But I don’t currently have the skills or patience to pull that off. So I’ll just throw this on the back burner to simmer while I decide if perusing it’s worth the effort haha.

[leffee]

may I offer you an angsty Pepper headcanon in these trying times (I'm in an angsty Pepper mood today)

So I saw this one headcanon for a popular fandom with a fan favorite character, and looking back it kinda sounds like Pepper in my mind :)

It kinda goes like this:

Pepper: "Ugh, don't you hate it when your neck suddenly starts burning for no reason?"

Zoe: "... Uh... No...? I'm sorry, Pep, but I have literally no idea what you're talking about."

Pepper: "You know, when you wake up and it feels like your neck is on fire? Not like a sore throat though, just neck. And then you know it's gonna be one of those days?"

Zoe: "One of those day...?"

Pepper: "Yeah :D"

Zoe: "..."

Pepper: "..."

Zoe: "... I'm getting Russell-"

A couple weeks later or something like that idk:

Penny: "Pepper, why are you limping?"

Pepper: "Oh, my leg just acts up sometimes, it'll be fine in a couple days or so!"

Penny: "You're leg... acts up... sometimes? Why?"

Pepper: "My leg got crushed when I was a kid :/"

Penny: "... Wha-"

Pepper: "Almost got torn straight off too!"

Penny: "... Where's Russell?"

Later:

Sunil: "Pepper! Are you alright??"

Pepper: "Uh, yeah. Of course I am, why?"

Sunil: "Vinnie told me you kept falling from the fire hydrant house all day yesterday! Why would you even keep going up there if you kept falling??!"

Pepper: "Pfffft, relax, Sunil! I was just a little bit dizzy, that's all!"

Sunil: "Dizzy? Pepper, that's vertigo! Why did you never tell anyone you have vertigo???"

Pepper: "It's not vertigo! I've always been a little dizzy after that one time I hit my head-"

Sunil: "YOU HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE????"

Pepper: "Wait, don't call-"

Sunil: "RUUUUSSSSSSEEEELLLLLLLLL-"

Oh yes, thank you for food during this difficult period 🙏 

So basically what you're trying to tell me is that Pepper is accident prone? ...Or just health problems/injury prone perhaps. And of course she is being all like "Naaah, it's nothing, while everyone else is like, "Girl...". Hmm, I like it! I would say here that this is literally my headcanon for Vinnie but a) this is more canon than headcanon really b) I have so many headcanons for him that directly contradict each other too that every thought there is I have probably aleady headcanoned him with so yeah :3 I mean I still said that uhhhh. He also lowkey enjoys it so, ummm.

Ok, but for real, do you guys sometimes feel like your ear, not your neck, your ear is on fire when you wake up? Like it passes but it happens sometimes and yeah-

And I know Russell is considered the smartest and he's also a humanarian, but I don't think he will be able to help this time :( I mean, brain damange?? Yikes, he might wanna get out his thickest medical book

[enchantingjacarandas]

Clumsy

Pairing: Lee Know | Minho / Han | Han Jisung

Tags: High School AU, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Accident Prone Jisung

Other Sites to Read on: Ao3 or Wattpad

Words: 3,759

A/N: I hope you enjoy the photos. I was losing my mind on finding pictures that fit the story while also making an aesthetically appealing collage.

Scissors made the only noise in the room, as the students continued working hard. Jeongin and Jisung were staying after class to help their math teacher decorate and prepare materials for her room. She had just gotten halfway through the multitude of stacked tests on her desk.

“Okay guys, I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick, I’ll be back in a little bit.” She proceeded to swiftly exit the room. 

Jisung turned to Jeongin. “Do you really think she’ll give us extra credit for helping her?”

“I sure hope so,” Jeongin sighed, “I haven’t gotten a one hundred on any math tests this year, so I kinda need it.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly at his failure.

“True you definitely do need it,” Jisung joked.

Jeongin clicked his tongue and went back to cutting out the laminated papers. Jisung placed down his finished cutouts. Having nothing else to do, Jisung’s mind started to wander. He recently had his eyes on someone he saw Seungmin talking to in the hallway. Jisung was pretty sure his name was Minho, and Minho appeared to be close to Seungmin. The sight of Minho laughing at something Seungmin said replayed in his head. 

Jeongin rolled his eyes. “Hey! Don’t just stare off into space!”

Jisung blinked away his thoughts. “Oh sorry Innie, I didn’t even realize.”

Jeongin slightly shook his head at the nickname. “Staple this border she wanted on the wall.” Jeongin pointed towards the wall the teacher spoke about earlier.

Jisung grabbed the border saying, “This thing?” He then glanced up at the wall. “But you’re taller. Why don’t you do it?” 

“It's your punishment for zoning out,” Jeongin narrowed his eyes.

Jisung knew he was mad so decided not to argue more. “Fine.” Looking around for a way to reach the top part of the wall Jisung said, “Hmmmm I guess I can use this chair.”

Jeongin looked at the chair in question. “It looks a little unstable, are you sure? You know how accident prone you are.”

Jisung stared at the chair once again. “It will be fine.” He got up on the chair, slowly standing up. “Look, I’m already on it.” He pulled a superhero pose on the chair in question, in order to further prove his point.

Jeongin sighed, “I guess”.

Minho was pissed, how could the teacher sign him up for something so stupid? He stormed through the school hallways heading for the underclassmen wing. Finally finding her classroom, he abruptly opened the door getting ready to yell at the teacher. Instead, he only saw two underclassmen. 

A startled Jisung screamed as he fell from the chair to the floor, landing on his butt. He angrily thought, “who the hell barges in here like-'' but his thoughts were cut off when he looked in the doorway seeing Minho. He just stood there in the doorway, and Jisung couldn’t figure out how to look away. He studied him making sure not to forget a single detail of Minho. The guy he had been desperately trying to get a better view of through his memories.

Minho was alarmed at the scene in front of him. He moved forward to help the fallen boy, stopping when the boy’s head tilted up to look at him. All of his thoughts vanished as his eyes locked onto Jisung’s. His anger dissipated. Minho was pulled back to reality when Jeongin cleared his throat.

He moved to help Jisung up while apologizing. “I shouldn’t have been so aggressive-” He dragged out the last word at the sight before him. Jisung had quickly scrambled to get up off the floor as Minho got closer. Minho was confused by the strong reaction. Had he really scared this boy that much? Fearing that that might be the case, Minho decided it was maybe time for him to leave.

“I just came here to talk to the teacher, but I’ll go wait outside for her.” Minho gave a slight nod to the underclassmen as he left the room.

Jisung thought to himself, “His even more handsome close up”.

Jeongin rolled his eyes. “I know what that look means.”

Jisung tried to rebut saying, “Well, it’s just nice to have someone who seems warm. Instead of you always being annoyed and cold with me.” He stuck his tongue out at Jeongin.

Jeongin smirked, “If you think I can be cold you should see Minho”.

“I’m telling you, he definitely was looking at you.” Chan said, smiling at Jisung. Jisung was walking in between Changbin and Chan as they headed to their next classes.

“As much as I would like to believe that, in times like this we must be realistic.” Jisung had stated with a sad frown. He truly did want to believe it, he just simply couldn’t.

Every time Jisung spotted Minho it’s not like he’d give Minho much of a chance to convince him otherwise. He mainly spent his time running away from Minho. He was way too nervous of doing the wrong thing. So, rather than doing something wrong, his solution was to just run away from the situation entirely. It wasn’t the best way to go about things, but it seemed like the best way to avoid getting hurt for Jisung.

“You know he is in mine and Chan’s grade level.” Changbin turned to Jisung. “I could always put in a good word for you.” Changbin raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively while getting closer to Jisung.

Jisung’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare do anything!” 

Chan being the mediator he was, he decided to try to make a compromise for both sides. “I have several classes with him, if you ever want to know anything just ask.” Chan leaned closer to Jisung. Being in between the two boys Jisung started getting squished. 

Jisung smiled. “Okay I’ll let you know.” It felt nice to know his friends only wanted the best for him.

Jisung had been walking his whole life, and yet he somehow failed to succeed in walking just then. He was attempting to put his back foot forward when, because of his friends almost crushing him, his back foot hooked on his other foot. Making him fall forward when his legs had become one.

Changbin laughed at his friend toppling over. For it was quite amusing how sudden and fast Jisung had made contact with the floor. Suddenly, Chan cut him off seeing that the fall had been in front of the very man they were discussing earlier. 

Jisung looked up at the man. As he registered Minho was in front of him his eyes soon grew wide. Jisung fumed inside his head. “Why does this happen every time?”

Minho attempted to start a conversation. “Umm hey,” Minho awkwardly gave a smile trying to appear less scary.

“Hey,” Jisung softly spoke, before quickly sprinting down the hall. 

The group left behind could faintly hear a teacher yell. “No running in the halls!”

Minho stood still in place. He tried not to let himself get too down, acknowledging the progress made. “Well at least he said a word to you.” A small smile spread across his face at that thought. Even if it was just microscopic progress, they were still moving forward.

The group stood there a few more seconds processing the situation, before Chan cleared his throat. “Well Minho, you wanna walk to our next class together?”

Minho, still looking in the direction where Jisung disappeared, slowly replied, “yes”.

After they had walked to class and sat in their normal seats Minho decided to ask the question that was burning on his mind. “So who was that guy?”

Chan was puzzled for a moment, then it hit him. “You mean the guy that fell for you?” Chan mentally kicked himself at his slip up. “I mean, the guy that fell in front of you.”

Minho tilted his head. “Yeah, him…”

Chan gave a nervous chuckle, “That’s just Jisung”.

Inquisitiveness quickly infected Minho. “Are you guys close?”

“Yeah, me and Changbin hang out with him quite often. He helps us with producing music.” Chan paused. “You normally aren’t too interested in people, unless…” He trailed off making the last word seem more like a question.

“I mean he does seem quite interesting,” Minho then glanced away as he finished his statement. “and cute.” Chan gave a suggestive look. This was too good.

Minho decided to tell Chan what he was really worried about. “He always seems to run away when I’m around though. I think he might think I’m scary.”

Chan could’ve said the real reason why Jisung always runs, but he decided to just tip toe around the truth.“I think he might be a little intimidated, but you tend to have that effect on people.” Chan hoped to lighten the mood by saying the last part in a joking manner.

Minho let out his frustrations with a sigh. “I know.”

Chan put on a teasing smile. “Oooh you know?”

“Don’t start that.” Minho hoped that he had the wrong idea and Chan was just talking about something else. Still Chan continued. 

Leaning closer to Minho at said, “We know”.

Minho rolled his eyes.

“Lee Know,” Chan said, while his arm went outwards towards Minho, and his hands shaking like jazz hands.

“Do you really have to bring that old rap up? This is why I don’t hang out with you and Changbin anymore.”

Chan put his hand over his heart and pretended to be hurt. “Cold, but fare. In all seriousness, if you’re worried about coming across as scary, maybe you should stop using words like that.” Minho thought about Chan’s advice, maybe he did need to choose better language.

“You came!” Felix hugged Minho. “I’m so excited!”

Minho accepted the hug and chucked at Felix’s enthusiasm. “Hey, I would never miss your birthday party, come on!” 

Felix pulled away from the hug and looked at Minho giving a slight frown. “Still I heard that you’ve been under the weather.” 

“huh?” 

Felix explained himself, while being a little confused as to why Minho didn’t know what he was talking about. “Changbin said you caught some sort of disease, and something about not taking his advice for a cure.”

Minho closed his eyes out of frustration. “It’s just a weird joke we have.” Minho tried to give a convincing smile. Thinking about how to get revenge, he asked Felix a seemingly innocent question. “Speaking of your boyfriend, where is he exactly?” 

“Oh he's already here along with a few others, we are just waiting for Hyunjin.” Felix motioned towards the living room.

Minho smiled, handing him the bag in his hand. “Here is your gift as well.”

Felix accepted the gift and held it close. “Hyung! You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I couldn’t not get you anything for your birthday.” 

Felix smiled big as he spoke. “Still I really appreciate this gift. I'll go put it with the others, see you later.” He waved as left the room. Minho was happy his gift was being appreciated, but didn’t think it was that big of a deal.

“Bye” Minho waved back. Then when Felix turned around he cracked his knuckles. He was ready to greet Changbin with an evil grin plastered on his face. Entering the living room Minho glared at Changbin while he spoke through his teeth. “Why did you tell Felix I have a disease?”

Changbin’s face lit up as he laughed saying, “You do! You are love sick”.

“And why is that Felix’s concern?”

Changbin decided to clear up Minho’s worries. “Listen, it accidentally slipped out. I had to try to cover it up.” He then leaned closer to Minho hoping to prevent anyone from overhearing. “Also you normally don’t take long, letting people know how you feel. I thought you would already have it all figured out by now.”

Minho clicked his tongue. “Well, I haven’t gotten alone time with him yet.” In fact he hadn’t gotten any time with Jisung. Just the occasional bump in the hall or a quick wave. Jisung normally sprinted in the other direction before, much progress could be made. Minho instead got to know Jisung through little observations, times when Jisung wasn’t aware of his presence. Most of it made Minho more lonely. He seemed to talk so freely to others, while with Minho they were moving at a snail's pace, if that.

Changbin consulted him, patting his shoulder. “Are you gonna do anything today then?”

“Today?”

“Don’t you know Jisung is here, at this party?” He greeted Felix with a smile as he entered the room with Hyunjin. “Him and Felix are good friends.”

Minho blinked at the new information. Seeing his boyfriend was now free, Changbin headed towards him. Hyunjin acknowledged Chan with a nod and started to quietly talk about some sort of surprise for Felix.

Jisung was talking with Jeongin when he noticed Minho. 

Panic spread through him as he whispered yelled at Jeongin. “Shit! Why didn’t you tell me Minho would be here! I’ve got to figure out how to avoid him.”

Jeongin raised his eyebrows. “Why is that?”

“Because, I always do something embarrassing in front of him. Remember when I fell off the chair.” Jisung was bouncing his leg out of nervousness. 

Jeongin smiled at the memory of his friend getting startled. “Yeah, but it was kinda funny seeing you all panicked and flustered.” He poked Jisung’s side trying to get the man to loosen up. Jisung narrowed his eyes at Jeongin’s lame attempts to ease his pain. “Listen Huyng, it’s probably not as bad as you think.”

Jisung glanced up once again at the boy they were talking about. He froze upon seeing Minho’s eyes lock directly onto his. Jisung decided to try to hide behind Jeongin. Knowing it was pointless to resist, Jeongin let him hide.

Minho, seeing that Jisung was still avoiding him, decided maybe he should just give him space. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Seungmin pulled him away from his thoughts.

“I heard that someone's got a crush.” Minho sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. If Seungmin knew that meant he had been super obvious. 

“Oh. That means I’m right.” Seungmin looked around the room. “Alright, where is he? Let’s have a conversation with him.” Minho giggled, he knew Seungmin would never actually cross the line.

Jisung saw how close Minho and Seungmin were. His mind wondered if the two of them had something going on. Had he been delusional this whole time? He had known that the two boys were always close, but Minho was smiling while also acting somewhat embarrassed. It looked like the same way Jisung felt when he saw Minho, yet Minho wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at Seungmin.

Jisung’s attention was soon grabbed by Hyunjin as he gripped his shoulder. “Alright, I set everything up. Changbin is currently distracting him. When Seungmin hits the lights, you come in with the cake.”

At the mention of Seungmin, Jisung decided to glance up where Minho used to be. Not seeing either guy he looked around a bit more. Spotting Minho talking to Chan, he felt relief wash over himself.

Hyunjin nudged him, “Hey Seungmin is by the light switch, so hurry up and go.” 

Jisung quickly disappeared from the room heading for the kitchen. When the lights went out and the living room was dark, he entered. Jisung beamed as he carried the candle lit cake towards Felix. The light flickered all around the group as everyone huddled close.

Minho scanned everyone wondering if anyone else saw a problem with this. The fact that all his interactions with Jisung resulted in the boy toppling over, he started to worry. Seeing no one around him was on alert he decided to just brush it off. He shook off the thoughts, as he put himself back in the moment. 

After everyone sang happy birthday to Felix. He closed his eyes and he blew out the candles making a wish. Seungmin went towards the lights, turning them back on. Changbin cupped Felix’s face in his hands and leaned in to kiss him. 

“Yuck!” Hyunjin pulled out his classic disturbed face at the PDA in front of him. He tried to back away from the romantic situation. When he ended up accidentally bumping into Jeongin. Who was not expecting to get hit with anything, completely fell over heading straight for Jisung. Causing Jisung to think of a quick action in order to save the cake. He was too fast with his movements and the cake quickly left his hands and went to the air as he toppled over.

The cake, flying up in the air and had everyone entranced wondering where it would land. It started heading straight for Minho. Possibly out of shock or just pure lack of care he stayed completely still. He just simply closed his eyes as the cake landed straight on his face. The cake then crumbled the rest of it sliding to his shoulders and the floor around him. Minho’s face was covered in frosting and chunks of cake. 

His hands went to his eyes, as he wiped off the gunk so he could open them. Gazing around towards the rest of the group it seemed like most of them were waiting for him to react. Minho was not the type to make a big deal out of an accident.

He tried to quelch their concerns. “No need to panic, it's just a cake.”

A small pout appeared on Felix’s lips as he stared at the cake. It’s unlikely that anyone walking into the room would call it a cake though, they would likely just call it a mess. Seeing the pout on his boyfriend’s face, Changbin quickly pulled him into a hug. 

Changbin patted Felix’s head as he tried to comfort him. “It will be fine, it's only a cake I will get you a better one.” 

As they continued to hug, Hyunjin suggested an alternative. “Let’s go all out for ice cream!” Jeongin lit up, enthusiastically nodding at the idea.

Seungmin gestured towards the mess. “But first Minho should get cleaned up.”

Chan took the lead of clean up duty. “Let’s also clean up the floor, I’ll go get towels from the kitchen.”

Jisung’s face slowly turned more and more red, staring in shock at Minho covered in the mess he made. “Minho, I'm so sorry!” Minho took a few seconds to process the situation. He just stood there frozen. When Jisung touched his face with a napkin Minho unfroze.

He calmly spoke. “Don’t worry, I’ll go get cleaned up in the bathroom.” Then abruptly disappeared towards the restroom.

Changbin saw the perfect set up. “Jisung, you should help him clean up.”

Jisung crunched the napkin in his hand. Would it really be okay to follow Minho? Would it just be weird if he helped? Although, he did make the mess in the first place. Jisung’s eyes panned around the room hoping to find an answer. Chan entered the room and filling in the blanks he nodded at Jisung. He was assured that the right thing was to follow Minho.

He stood outside of the bathroom, took a deep breath and then opened the door. At the sight before him his breath spilled back out into the open. Minho was without a shirt on. The cake was still covering his face, but that only drew more attention to his exposed upper body. Compared to his face in the mirror his back was so spotless. It looked so clean, smooth, and inviting.

Minho, seeing Jisung through the mirror, questioned his intentions. “Are you here to help?” Minho put his attention back to the mirror pulling cake out of his hair.

Jisung lightly shook his head to get rid of the nasty thoughts. “Yeah,” he grabbed the hand towel sitting on the edge of the sink counter. “Here, lean over the sink and I’ll help you.”

Minho softly smiled as Jisung wet the rag and pieces of cake fell into the sink. Maybe Jisung wasn’t scared of him. Minho looked at Jisung’s eye as they forced on getting the cake off his face. Even if this moment was temporary, Minho felt lucky for just being a part of it. Jisung was also in bliss, but tried to focus on the task in front of him. He wondered if he should go slow with cleaning Minho’s face, that way this moment would last just a little bit longer.

Minho decided to speak up in hopes a conversation would make Jisung take longer. He scanned around the room and saw his shirt on the counter. “Do you think you could ask Seungmin to get me an extra shirt when you're done here?”

Jisung sank a little, “Yeah.” he paused then asked the burning question on his mind. “Are you two together?”

“Ew no,” Minho made a face like he had just eaten the sourest lemon on planet earth. 

“Ah that’s good.” Jisung couldn’t hide his smile at the news. He looked up, seeing Minho’s blank face he attempted to remedy the situation. “I mean…” In the end Jisung couldn’t figure out how to save himself. The words only served to grow Minho’s confidence. They were alone together so, now was as good of a time as any.

“Listen Jisung, I have something important to tell you.” Minho bit his lip. No matter how many times someone asks out someone they really like, it never gets easier. “I was wondering if after tonight’s party you’d wanna hang out. Just the two of us. Like a date or something?”

Jisung’s lit up, smiling at Minho. “I’d love that!” He then looked down as he confessed what had been bothering him. “If I’m being honest, I thought I was utterly embarrassing myself in front of you, cause I’m such a clutz.”

Minho laughed at the honesty, just another thing to love. “I thought it was really cute.” Minho smiled, remembering how adorable and flustered Jisung would be when he fell. Thinking more Minho tilted his head. “Although, is that why you ran away every time? I thought you were scared of me or something.”

Jisung sheepishly smiled. “Well, I was kind of scared.” Jisung couldn’t look at Minho anymore as he said the next words. “But it’s because I really like you.”

Minho smiled, he hoped that this dork would stay in his life forever. “I really like you too.”

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A/N: It seems like minsung has won once again. Thank you for everyone who voted in the poll I really appreciate the help. Going to end up posting them in order from most votes to least votes. Thank you so much for reading and supporting me!

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You Are Unbreaking, Though Quaking, Though Crazy

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Back where he's safe, Viktor must now face the hardest news he's ever gotten in his life. And he must do it dreadfully alone. Warnings: Mentions of possible miscarriage/child death, mentions of starvation, inaccurate medical procedures, and canon child neglect Word Count: 5,606 Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves/Five Hargreeves

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A/N: This is the second installment in this series but I don't think it's necessarily critical to read the first installment to know what's going on here. Hope you all enjoy! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

The next time that he woke up, he was back in the house surrounded by the familiar walls of the infirmary. He had found himself spending a lot of time there, both because his medication had made him a little accident prone and because he didn’t want to leave Five’s side whenever the other man came back from a mission sick. The room hadn’t changed from the last time that he had been in it. It still had the green walls with medical equipment hanging off of it, as well as the sheer white curtains that allowed in plenty of light while obscuring it enough to keep any of the patients inside from being overwhelmed by it. 

The bed that he was on had soft sheets and the mattress was just firm enough that he couldn’t shift and exacerbate any wounds that he might have had. The blanket on his lap was warm enough that he felt comfortable but not overly so, which was good. Recently, since he had gotten pregnant, he found that when he got overheated he also felt supremely ill. The next thing that he noticed was that he had a bit of tape on his face that was holding a tube to his cheek and an IV placed into the pack of his hand. 

He turned his head to the side and felt the tension that had been building up in his shoulders immediately leave. Five was sleeping in a bed similar to his. They were both in the traditional hospital beds, minus the buttons that called several different nurses instead replaced with one that would bring Grace to them. Five was set up much like Viktor was, with two pillows to hold his head propped up enough that Viktor could easily see him. He had his own heart rate monitor, IV, and a feeding tube as well. 

The pregnant man was immediately snapped back to the real world so that he wasn’t just watching his husband anymore when he heard some rustling coming from the other side of the bed. “Mom?” he asked as he turned to see who else was occupying this space. After half a decade with only each other for company, it was a little disconcerting to realize that it was possible for other beings to be around them without them knowing.

“Sorry, it’s just me,” Luther replied. He closed the book that he had been leafing through and then carefully looked at his brother. He had somehow gotten taller since the last time that they had seen each other, almost pushing seven feet. His hair was cropped close to his head like he had kept it his entire life, but it was beginning to grow out around the sides so that it was all the same length. He was wearing a comfortable pair of linen pants and t-shirt with a college name that Viktor’s tired brain almost recognized.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, trying to ignore the sour way that his voice sounded after an unknown time of not using it.

The blond left the novel on the edge of Viktor’s bed as he walked down to the table that was pushed over the very end of the hospital bed. He took one of the cups and filled it up with the water that had been sitting in the pitcher next to it before he passed it to his brother. “Mom was really worried about you guys. I mean, we all were, so we wanted to take turns waiting with you both to make sure that nothing bad happened. I know we have alarms that go off when someone starts to take a turn for the worse but it helps us feel at ease if we have someone with human or robot ears and eyes present.”

“Right,” Viktor nodded as he tried to take in all of the information. He took the cup from Luther and then hesitantly brought it up to his lips. He took a couple of sips of the cool liquid before his body began to scream for more of it. The rest of the cup was empty in a second.

“Can I ask what happened?” Luther asked as he took the cup back and placed it next to all of the others. He carefully walked back to the chair that was between Viktor’s bed and the door, before he reached over the side of the hospital bed and pressed the button that would call for Grace. While Viktor seemed fully coherent and responsive, it was still a good idea for someone with actual medical knowledge to check him over.

“I… Can you tell me what the date is first?”

Luther nodded. He explained the date and time, pointing to the clock that was hanging over the door to give some proof that he wasn’t lying. Viktor felt his shoulders release the tension that they had been carrying and his exhausted body sunk back into the bed. It had been a background emotion, so he hadn’t necessarily been super aware of it, but the idea that they had landed in the wrong part of the timeline had been eating away at his stomach. “You guys have been out for about a week,” he then explained, which only served to soothe Viktor’s nerves more.

Grace bustled in before he could fulfill the other side of the deal and explain the ordeal that he and his husband had been through. That was probably for the best, because Viktor didn’t want to explain it more than he had to. The more people that were in the room when he did finally get around to doing that, the more likely they were to get the story straight when they explained it to other people.

“You’re awake! How are you feeling, my dear? Any aches and pains that I should know about?” Grace asked. She walked over to him and placed her hand on the edge of the monitor, which transferred all the information about Viktor’s vitals over the last half hour directly into her database so that she could make a decision.

“Tired, but that’s not really abnormal for me these days,” he replied softly as his hand drifted down to the swollen belly hiding away his child. He felt a shock of panic surge through his system as he realized that this was it, he was a couple of check ups away from finding out the status of his child. It was something that was exhilarating for most parents but was the scariest thought that Viktor had ever had.

Grace sat down on the edge of the bed and then brushed her hand over the side of his face. “Dear, would you please tell me about what you’ve been through? It’s going to help me assess how best to help you. And if I’m going to be a grandmother,” her eyes were almost sparkling. Viktor wasn’t sure if her programming had been upgraded while he was away or if she had just continued to evolve and change because of how advanced her technology was, but she was almost human.

He flushed and ducked his head down a little bit, but found that made his vision swim. He carefully righted himself and leaned back against the pillows that had been placed behind him on the bed. As soon as his head was no longer up in the air but resting, the spinning in hs brain and ears stopped entirely.

“A lot happened, Mom. Five and I were starving to death for almost five years. We barely had anything to eat or drink and most of what we had didn’t have a lot of the nutrients to keep us going. We managed the best we could with a garden and barely any seeds and the canned goods that were undamaged but it wasn’t much. It meant that we couldn’t use our powers as much as we should have been able to, which is why it took us so long to get back here,” Viktor began to explain. It was hard to relive the life that he had just been wading through, but he had to do it so that he could get the help he needed. He was sure the feeding tube was already helping him and the baby get the nutrients that they needed, but there still might have been more required.

“Our?” Luther asked, catching what Viktor had said about his powers.

That was going to be a lot harder to explain, especially to Reginald’s golden child, than the whole disappearance was. He sighed and let his eyes drift closed as he said, “It turns out that Dad put me on medication when we were little when he told you all that I got sick. It kept me in this kind of neutral state where I couldn’t have any reactions, except panic and fear despite the pills supposedly being for anxiety. He did it to lock my powers away because they’re affected by my emotions. I can turn sound into energy waves that do a lot of things. That’s how I helped Five get us back here, I used my powers to give him the extra jump he needed to bring us back in time.”

Grace looked a little it startled when it really sank in what her son was telling her. She, of course, had known about the medication that he had been on and what it was really for. Viktor was never supposed to find out, so now that he had for what seemed to be years, it was a bit of a shock to her. Her processor whirred as she tried to process everything that he had told her and then assess the toll that using his powers with no energy had taken on his body, as well as what it might have done to Five.

“Would Dad-” Luther stopped himself and pursed his lips. Something had happened in the half decade that they had been gone, Viktor immediately pieced together, to have made Reginald’s favorite turn against him.

“How long have you been off of your medication?” Grace asked as she brushed her mechanical fingers over the edge of his forehead to displace some of the hairs that had been hanging there.

He let out a small sigh. The longer that he was talking the more exhausted he was becoming, both because the recollection took a lot of energy that he didn’t have and because he was waiting in anticipation for the question he really didn’t want to be asked. “We knew that there was a chance we wouldn’t be able to find more of my medications. You would be surprised about how few pharmacies there are when the entire world is full of rubble,” he chuckled, though the others didn’t find it as amusing as he did. “We weened me off of the medication and rationed the bottle that I took when we ran away from the house. So I’ve been off of it entirely for about four years and six months. My body has long since adjusted to my powers, I’m not going to blow up the building or anything.”

“I know, dear,” Grace smiled softly. “Now I have one more question before I decide your course treatment and you can rest again. Are you pregnant?”

It was harder to say it out loud in front of Grace and Luther then it had been to poke and prod Five in the right direction. That may have been because he was now surrounded by the very equipment that could determine the health and viability of his pregnancy. One of his hands moved to the bottom of the swell on his stomach. It had seemed so big when they were back in the wasteland, like it was a huge blaring siren screaming about the little life inside of him. Now that they were back in the Academy, it felt tiny. “Yeah, I think I am,” he whispered.

Grace clapped her hands next to the side of her face, ever cheerful and optimistic. “I’m going to run some bloodwork and we’ll see what the results of that are before we put you through any procedures or get our hopes up too far, alright? I want you to rest in the meantime. I know that look, and it means that you’re overtired.”

He chuckled, a warm feeling blooming in the center of his chest. Even after all this time away from his mother, she still somehow knew him better than anyone ever had before. She slipped off of the bed and got the equipment that she needed to take the blood. Viktor leaned back against the pillows even further than he had before and slowly let his eyes drift shut until he had fallen asleep.

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The next time that he woke up, he could hear the steady beating of his heart and Five’s next to him. It wasn’t like when he used his powers, but instead a mechanic noise coming form the monitors watching their vitals. It was a reassuring noise, to be able to hear the physical proof that his lover was not only alive but steadily recovering. 

He placed a hand on his stomach as he thought about the tiny life that he had been harboring there. He had no idea if they were still growing or if they were thriving like his husband was, but he had to cling onto the hope that they were. They had come so far and worked so hard to get to where they were that the idea of it coming crashing down because of a miscarriage or stillbirth made Viktor want to start crying.

A knock sounded on the door and jerked him out of his thoughts before he could spiral even further. He looked up to see who it was and then felt his nerves settle. He loved his siblings all equally, but there were some that he felt more comfortable around than others. Ben was that one, mostly because he and been a bit of a trio with Viktor and Five when they were younger. While Ben and Klaus were the closest out of all of them, he still had to go elsewhere to get the kind of literary discussions that he longed for.

“Hey, Mom just sent me up here to see if you were awake and wanted something to eat. She finished up lunch,” Ben explained, jerking his head down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen.

Food sounded like a risky thing, but at the same time Viktor’s body craved it like nothing else. He had experienced a couple of cravings so far in his pregnancy but nothing that he could get back when they were in the apocalypse. He also hadn’t experienced any foods that set off his morning sickness outside of the singular incident where he had thrown up his entire lunch into the side of the garden. He was a lot more sensitive to smells and tastes now, though.

“I think I could probably stomach something. Mom’s going to be able to avoid refeeding syndrome, right?” Viktor asked as he shifted on the bed.

Ben nodded, “Oh yeah. She knows all about how to ween you guys back onto a proper diet and help you get the nutrients that you need. That’s why you’ve got the feeding tubes. I’ll be back when I’ve gotten you something to eat, alright?”

The door slipped shut and Ben was gone, which left only Viktor and the steady sound of his husband’s heart. He didn’t have to wait long before his favorite brother returned with their mother. Grace set a tray down in front of him and then lowered a plate of food down in front of him. “Make sure that you eat slowly, you don’t want to shock your system,” she informed him. “When you’re finished with lunch we can check on the health of your baby, alright?”

He went a bit rigid at that. A shiver of fear brushed down his spine as though someone was dragging a feather along the tall ridges of his vertebrae. “I want Five to be there to see it too,” he replied as his eyes darted over to his husband. The aforementioned man had yet to rouse once from his slumber, at least at the same time as Viktor. The excuse that he had given was at least half real, because he did feel like it was important for his husband to be there when they heard their child’s heartbeat or saw them for the first time, but it was also a way for him to push off what he felt was the inevitable. He didn’t want to break the spell that they had found themselves in and end up back in the world of misery he had been living in for the last half decade.

“I’m afraid that we can’t wait that long. Your blood tests indicated that you were already into your second trimester, so it’s imperative that we figure out what’s going on with the little one and make up on all of the appointments and medications that you were unable to get while you were away,” Grace replied. She was using that firm motherly tone that she always did when one of them had done something that had upset her slightly. It was a tone that Viktor hadn’t gotten very often as a child because there hadn’t been a lot of mischief that he wanted to or even could get into.

He shrank back into the bed, his stomach now wound up in knots. He turned over to look at Five, wondering if there was something way that he could rouse his husband so that he didn’t have to live through this potential terror and trauma all on his own. They had been together from the moment that they had been adopted and then never separated since. Even when Five had been pulled away to go on missions, they had known that they were going to be reunited in the next couple of days. When they were in the wasteland, there had been long hours that stretched by without them sharing each other’s company, but then they were in each other’s arms again by nightfall.

“Eat something, V,” Ben said as he sat down on the chair that Luther had been positioned in earlier. He had a pen between his fingers and he was flipping it over his knuckles like he always did when he was trying to soothe his nerves.

“Right,” he nodded. He picked up his fork and tried to think about anything other than the health or life of his child as he brought the food up to his mouth.

“So I take it that’s still the first letter of your name?” Ben asked. “I know that you’re presenting differently than when you were here the last time.”

“I’m trans,” Viktor nodded. “He/him pronouns and I like the name Viktor. Do you remember when Mom helped us get all of our names?”

Ben grinned as he shifted on the bed, “Of course I do. We all made fun of Five for never being able to pick one, even years after the rest of us had chosen one. I was able to pick one pretty fast even if none of the traditional Korean names really felt like they fit me.”

“I remembered that I was from Russia but I didn’t have that huge list of names that Mom gave us for traditional names for our genders from our home countries, so I had to pick one that I thought sounded Russian enough to fit while also being actually male,” the pregnant man explained. He could already feel himself relaxing as he focused on something other than his child and what might be going on with them. It was just the distraction that he needed to be able to eat, as he didn’t even notice each bite of food that was disappearing from his plate outside of knowing that he liked the flavor.

Before he knew it, the entire plate had been divested of food and his stomach felt noticeably less painful. The anxiety returned full force when he remembered what was to come, however. He turned his head to the side so that he was staring at the unconscious form of his lover, almost trying to desperately will him awake. Viktor didn’t want to have to go through his alone, not when Five also deserved to hear the news about their child as soon as he could. That was what he had poured himself into for the last couple of months, he deserved to see what the outcome of all of his labors had been.

Grace smiled at him as she removed the tray and the plate from on top of Viktor’s lap. She placed them on the chair in the corner as Ben came to stand beside Viktor. He was on the side opposite to where the machine that Grace was going to use to check the health of the baby was, but he was standing in such a way that he wasn’t blocking Five. “I know I’m not as good as him, but I’ll be a stand in for a while. Just so that you have someone to hold your hand while the scary part happens. You’ll have good news to tell him, I’m sure of it.”

“How can you be sure of it?” Viktor mumbled. He looked down to where Grace was carefully moving the blanket off of his body and folding it up in his lap. She then adjusted the loose shirt that he had been changed into, most likely while she had been cleaning the soot and rainwater off of his skin. 

Finally, his belly was revealed to the world. Grace turned to warm up some of the lubricating gel that she would then place on his bump while Ben said, “I know because good things have to happen to us now. Dad is gone and he was the one that made all the bad happen.”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” Viktor shook his head. He turned his head away from the machine like that was somehow going to make the experience any less real. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ben was looking back at him with a pleasant, reassuring smile. He took a deep breath as his brother guided him to do so, just as they had when they were children and Five hadn’t been around to soothe his panic attacks. 

“There you go, Vik,” Ben beamed. “Come on, look at what Mom has to show you and then you’ll have some wonderful news for your boyfriend when he finally wakes up.”

“Husband,” Viktor immediately corrected. “We didn’t have a marriage license or a witness or anything like that but we did get married after we turned eighteen,” he felt a small smile slip onto his face as he thought about it. Regardless of what the outcome of the scan ended up being, he was elated at the idea of being able to marry his husband and have it be recognized by other people. They might even get to throw a real wedding if their siblings would be willing to attend and help them celebrate.

“Right,” Ben nodded, taking every new bit of information with great stride. “You want to be able to tell your husband exactly what it was like when you saw your guys’ baby for the first time since he can’t do it. So look at the screen and everything will be okay.”

Viktor took a deep breath and then did as he was told to. He turned his head to the side so that he was no longer looking at his brother or husband and just stared straight ahead at the screen to see what the result was going to be. He could feel that his hands were beginning to shake as he moved them so that he was holding one of Ben’s and the other was clinging to the edge of the bed. 

He jumped a little bit when he felt the cool gel being placed on his stomach. Grace had warmed it so that it wasn’t as cold as the ultrasound had been the one time that he had to have one to make sure that his appendix wasn’t bursting when he was twelve, but it still felt almost like ice to him. His skin was still so unused to being able to feel temperatures since he kept his skin covered when they were in the wasteland outside of their homes. It was important to do that so that the ash and dust from the world around them wouldn’t burn them.

She then lowered the wand, which had also been covered with some gel to ease the glide during the examination. She started at the bottom of his stomach and then rolled back and forth to evenly spread out the lubrication so that she could look properly. She hummed to herself as she did it, the lullaby that she always sung to them when they had nightmares and were still allowed to go to her for comfort.

It did the trick and he immediately felt some of the stress and tension release from him. He stared at the shapes on the screen, trying to make anything out of the blobs of static to catch the first glimpse of his baby before she had the chance to point them out to him. Something that he hadn’t been expecting, especially since his last ultrasound had been to check for internal organ damage, was for the baby to come into crisp, clear view immediately when she found them.

Blackness surrounded the tiny infant, most likely the water from the amniotic sac. The baby was the same hazy black and white that the rest of the ultrasound had been, with one little hand clearly held up to something that looked like a nose and a mouth. “There they are, Viktor,” Grace beamed as she held one of her elegant fingers up to the ultrasound machine where the baby was very clearly defined. 

The breath had been stolen from his lungs as soon as he saw the outline of the child that he was carrying. When he had been wandering around the halls of the Umbrella Academy, lost and alone and afraid, he had read books where people had become parents. They had always described it as being terrifying and the most wondrous thing that had ever happened to them. He was ten when he began to dream of himself as a parent and a husband, something to soothe the ache on his heart from not being properly accepted as a member of the team his entire life. He had wanted it so desperately that he had convinced Five to enter into a ‘marriage’ just for him and now he was bringing forth their first child.

“Are they alive?” he asked, still heaving in breath around the sobs that were wrecking from his throat. The image on the screen had become blurry and his face damp with tears as his body became too overwhelmed with emotion to be able to handle everything happening. He had wanted this for so long and now he was finally able to see the potential that the future had in store for him. What he had dreamed of was finally in his grasp and yet so dreadfully, terrifyingly far away from him.

“Well, let’s see if we can find a heartbeat. The fetus looks to be about seventeen weeks along so there should be a nice strong one,” Grace explained. She reached over to the machine and flipped a few switches before she tilted the angle of the wand just a little bit. She shifted it around on his stomach and pressed a little harder than she had before so that the waves had a chance to pick up on what they needed to.

The room was overwhelmed with a whooshing-thumping noise coming from the machine to Viktor’s left, which joined the noise of the mechanical beating of Five and his own hearts on the right. He didn’t know what he was hearing at first until Ben’s grip on his hand tightened and Grace turned to him with a beaming smile.

“That’s your baby’s heartbeat, my dear! They’re alive and doing very well in there,” she explained.

That was all he needed to hear before it felt like he couldn’t handle any more information. Grace seemed to understand that the entire situation was very overwhelming, so she moved the wand back and placed it by the machine as she reached for some tissues so that he could clean off of his face. He knew that the exam wasn’t over and they would have to check over as much of the baby as they could once he had calmed down, but his emotions had grown to be too much to keep inside.

He sucked in enough air that he swallowed most of it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The sobs that wracked through his body were enough to make him shiver while the fear hormones released from where they had been stored while he was nervously awaiting the result. His heart was thrumming up in his ears and his body was focusing on repeating the sound of his infant’s heartbeat over and over again. It was the only thought that he could focus on, reassuring himself after nights spent worrying that the life he was carrying inside of him was already dead before their first breath.

Eventually, the tears slowed and he was able to lean back on the bed again. He had never once let go of Ben’s hand, desperately clinging to the solid warmth of another person despite wishing that it was his husband and not his brother. 

Viktor mopped off his face with the tissues that Grace had been steadily handing him during his crying fit. He sniffled and laughed a little as he turned to look at the frozen image on the screen. He could see the outline of the baby hidden protectively inside of his womb, safe from the world and all of the dangers that came with being alive. “Sorry for all the dramatics,” he apologized. He then handed the pile of tissues that he had collected over to his mother so that she could dispose of them properly.

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, Viktor,” Ben shook his head. “You had a lot on your plate for a very long time and you just got some really good news, so I think that you deserve to have a cry. But at least you have something wonderful to tell Five when he finally wakes up.”

Viktor felt a smile stretch across his face for what had to be the first time since they had come back from the apocalypse. He had moments of joy when they were stuck in the wasteland, usually when Five was doing something silly to lighten the mood or when they found something particularly good among the rubble. He had never allowed himself to feel true happiness, no moment of joy could stretch on for that long when they were constantly reminded of the death and destruction around them. But he was back in the past where he belonged, so he was allowing himself to get excited about the prospect of becoming a father like he had always wanted to.

“Are you ready for me to finish the exam now, Viktor?” Grace asked, her voice calm and patient as always.

The aforementioned man took in a deep breath as he situated himself on the bed once more. The gel on his stomach was cool, spread all the way across his belly so that she could get a good look at the baby from every single angle. He had the grounding feeling of the soft blanket on his legs and Ben’s hand clenched in his. “Now that I know they’re alive, I don’t think there’s a single thing that could shock me about this exam.”

“Not even a tail? Or a third arm?” Ben asked, a teasing smirk spreading over her face.

“While it is possible that your children may be born with superpowers like you were, it is unlikely that such an anomaly would happen to our dear Viktor,” Grace chided playfully. She placed the probe back where it belonged and then began to run it back and forth as she had the first time. She found the baby again and began to show Viktor every little detail of the infant. He got to see all of the little fingers and toes that were available in the monitor, and she also pointed out where the placenta was. It was a relief to hear that he didn’t have to worry about something that hadn’t even occurred to him as the placenta wasn’t anywhere near the cervix, so he would be able to deliver naturally if he had healed enough to have the energy for that in the next several months.

“It’s such a relief to know that they’re okay,” Viktor breathed out a sigh of relief. He looked down at the bump protruding between his hips like he would be able to see his unborn child more that way than he was from the screen that held the ultrasound. “You’re gonna be okay, baby, you hear me? We’re gonna be a happy family just like I always wanted.”

[the-firebird69]

Construction Machinery Crashes

One person was crushed and died immediately and the other is survived and with minor injuries those are not used to running but this is what they do and they're off time just screw around this big thing so they suck at it we really don't want them near our son we don't really care for their talk and they don't understand what they're talking about you're the band on the run and you don't know what you're running from it while you're running and why are you running the reasons are you did that on the max they are after you and they are subtle no they have this code in the trial you should be very mad at them and your father and your son like a bunch of sissy f***** you can't stand you so God damn dumb they're actually very very hard they're riding. And they start to figure out something they don't know what they're talking about so if if the code is there and it's Max at all in the trial it is more and more colors and more code and so much code you're going to feel like me it is stiffly stifling in the part you're missing is that you suck so bad if you explained it and found it and told people you'd be out of court and beyond of jail the max of the under attack instead of you but getting it out gets you attacked and so they looked at it you know he's right about something it's all over the stupid case just saying it all the time and people figured it out we'd be better off so we're going to print but yeah that guy's calling for me demolition excavator there's another one too is the excavator that went into the hole we had a guy in it there's some people in the hole they died it's more of the crew from the tower cranes and head guys keep getting out of it who sells it did to the cranes and they were damaged and a son didn't know that but he was fast get out of the way and was watching it but hell you people need to die for that he told people and they did nothing in the reactions here are slow if at all and you people are actually prone accident prone and the max are trying to do things to threaten we can't stand it anymore

Thor Freya

By the way it looks like Max are picking you off for what they had to do and you don't seem to care this might be one of the more important things to check into we counted 300 of you involved in this instance where you're having him go by on his bike and we count about a hundred of you dead permanently. And really they're thinking of this incident they're picking on it and we think we get why and our son and daughter just got it you're pointing out what they're doing is sue you and civil court and it's really a dead end but it doesn't look and you pointed it out using the cranes that's one reason why you're on the run and said when you're in the truck you should watch out for overhead stuff cuz they are killing you off using that stuff and 100 out of 300 means they're higher ups too regents are dying from the max attacks and that's really significant so they had to run it and figure out if it's true and see who's getting hit is generals and some kernels and a couple of regions and it's enough to look into it and they started saying we're right there almost getting hit so they do look into it and it is true and you're not doing anything like that and you said you're a bunch of boobs and they threw it with everything and these macs are having them do it and I can't stop them. We're also using it and he is and we noticed the max are pissed off by so they're doing it and what you see what they're doing a little bit not that much how easy it a lot cuz they're threatening of other people they're not so bright either it comes down to you I'll do this to each other and it's to cause a war but it's not doing that

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Olympus

I'm worried about my husband but I see it we're on it but it's flashpoint and we need to man up and we need our people now we have huge projects coming in his is the biggest it's way too big and he's out of commission and is deciding it to our son and he's running it now he's going to have to be running it because it's ours and he's doing it too but is that a commission here this is how the hell does that work so I'm running it and you're second in command he says that's how it works and it's Frank Castle hardcastle and Duke nukem Blockbuster and then from our group this is where running everything there another section and they get it in there in charge all intensive purposes they have to run it but we are going to help direct it we got to get going on it and let's solidify the structure and we'll start with a meeting and he's got to be in it somehow

Hera

We agree with this and we're going to go ahead and set it up too with you and we need to help we're part of it of course it's so damn big and we're doing a summit on this one and you guys are there him later on but geez it's kind of tough

Nuada Arrianna

Had enough of your characters

Savage me too oppress

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Caibos, because if I'm gonna keep rambling about him I might as well introduce him properly. People are prone to assuming he's older than he is, and he tries very hard to encourage that image - being a Sith in the Jedi Order means he feels a lot of pressure to be the most competent and serious Jedi he can be. In his quest to be seen as the most reasonable person ever, he'll never raise his voice, always tries to offer solutions if a problem arises even if he's not quite sure yet what would help, and rarely takes sides in interpersonal conflicts if he can help it.

As a child, he was a slave - he and his older brother were illegitimate children whose mother was human. Ten years before the start of the class story, six-year-old Caibos was smuggled away by his brother's best friend Caloma, also Force sensitive; his brother was left behind on accident, and Caibos barely remembers him. Caloma is the closest Caibos has ever come to a parent, and for a long time the only person who gets to see him really act like a kid.

As the first chapter of the consular story wears on and Caibos sacrifices his health to shield Jedi from darkness, the "looks-older-than-he-is" thing becomes worse. He goes from "serious and scarred guy trying to make his voice sound extra deep" to "guy with actual wrinkles and a little touch of grey" before he ever hits twenty. His crew, once each of them finds out about his age, tends to join Caloma in her efforts to shield and protect him from his own activities, but Caibos is fully convinced that if he steps back from any problem and lets someone else handle it that he will fail as a Jedi.

He's at his most youthful around Nadia, which isn't surprising when she's the first person his own age he's spent much time around in a long time. At first, it's jarring to see him being a shy, awkward teenager around her - making bad jokes that he's nervous to laugh at, trying to impress her with things he thinks are cool, and getting incredibly antsy around her dad are just a few of the highlights - but the people who know him are intensely relieved to see that he's finally letting himself be young.

(when he ends up alliance commander, he needs it - a fact which Caloma and his brother remind him of endlessly when they're finally all together)

[thornstocutyouwith]

Journey gave an agreeing nod. People were going to do what they always thought was the way to do things. Of course, not every way was always the right way, as not everyone had experiences that were the same. Certain trauma's in their lives that made some choose choices, others could never. He eyed Astrid as they continued "Heh. Maybe that's just the way it is. The easier life becomes, it might also becoming harder in other ways. Technology is both a very wonderful, but very terrifying thing, overall. Just think if Skynet ever happened." He teased with a slight smirk and a shake of his head. But he could certainly agree, most social interacting had to do with peacocking. Luring anyone in with the fantastical colors of you. Some did not like your color, and others did. Some had fake colors that had to be chipped away at "I think it's good, to not be liked all the time, to not have to-you know...pretend all the time. I think that's what phones or the internet, certainly might have lead to a detachment of authenticity."

He shrugged, grinning a little, he further listened to Astrid's next questions? Glancing to the side he considered this for a moment "Perhaps, I guess- Art, or writing...Which I've been doing, sooo." Looking at them, he nodded at the explanation of trauma "Right. Yeah. -It is like that. Sometimes someone can come along, maybe someones, that can help lift the baggage, and you might be that person, too." Letting out a breath though, he tilt his head down "Then their are those...who come along, to add more." Thinking back to his family the final holiday they had spent together, he started to remember before diverting his thoughts. Lifting his head at their question he thought briefly before shaking his head "Not so much, I think. I think I'd just be okay with being content, for the most part."

Blinking at Astrid's next comment, he laughed lightly "Ahh- Well I guess that really just depends on just how many people are living their lives. Or are living the lives they believe is expected of them." He had known early in his life that expectations, especially great one's, were often a heavy burden, and misleading of who one actually was, or wanted to be. But the pressure put on those with great expectations, especially so young, ended up crushing nearly everyone before they could form who they really were, under the shell of who they pretended to be, wearing the mask society expected of them. Rather than indulging and setting themselves free. ....Annd then their were certain indulgements best left unindulged. He listened still as they went on, nodding along with their words. Though their question on accidents he shyly glances to one side, lying then "No, of course not." Badly, jokingly. He shook his head slightly "I'm not accident prone or clumsy at all. Actually."

Giving a gentle nod of his head at them, he blinks, offering a serene look briefly on his face, before saying "Well, sculpting easy. Get some clay. And then empty your thoughts, and bleed." Shrugging he gave a cheeky grin "But, Yeah, I'll show you." Nodding toward Astrid then, as he told them this. As they answered his question, he squint slightly, thought he understood what they were saying "Nothing wrong with that. I sometimes tend to wander off myself." As Astrid further explained what they did when they went along spending time alone from others, he nodded. Journey could understand, still "Ah- you know, it's often much better to just be, in your own home. Without others. Nothing entirely wrong with it." Vacations often left him homesick, for the most part, anyway.

With Astrids remark he gestured his left hand toward them in a 'you see' kind of movement "Exactly." But as they spoke on zombies possibly being a thing that could happen he nodded "Probably. I'm not really a corpse guy, whatever dead thing's coming at me, is getting whacked with a shovel, that's all I have to say." Journey continued to listened to Astrid, acknowledging their words " Huh. Yeah? I think a lot of people are more cause up in waiting for their chance to speak and correct others, than they are in actually listening to what they are, or the other person, is actually saying in a lot of conversations." Laughing a bit, he coughs lightly, bringing his left hand up to his mouth for a moment.

At Astrid's insistence, he nodded "Alright. Alright." Raising his hands up a moment he shook them slightly. But bringing up that he could have died he paused, inhaling deeply and staring to one side "It's become a common part of my daily life, honestly." Certainly since the fire... Swallowing thickly, he grinned as they went on, ducking his head slightly "Yes. She did, it was what I needed to make me who I am now. I don't think I'm too terrible, right? So it worked."

"I could. But I could also add more." He teased the idea. At their next comment he shook his head "Hell no. Nothings going to keep me here outside of extreme weather or serious injury." He muttered. Though he stood and walked toward the door "Finish your sheet, I'll be back with your book." He assured before slipping out into the parking lot.

“ i guess, people can’t help being who they are, no matter what. doesn’t matter what they do, doesn’t matter what their personality is, they’re just . . the way that they’ve reconstructed themselves, i guess. ” a cynical way to put it, but it’s astrid’s truth, in fact. that’s how they feel – that’s how they’ve always seen the world for what it is now. “ or isolated people into their phones, you never know. most people claim to be antisocial, but prefer being on their phones, like some sort of sick, twisted way of stockholm syndrome, ” they were honestly never one for full communication, considering most things that were ’ wrong ’ with them & their ideologies of the people they’ve claimed to surround themselves with. “ whatever people think, you know? to ensure that they get the right audience or whatever the hell they’re looking for. ” astrid’s never been like that, seeing how they’re somewhat well off on their own, that they’ve never entirely needed the validation of pure strangers, or things like that. & they’re happy about it because they don’t need to severely bump themselves in with the rest of the world, they don’t need to see it from anyone else’s view except for their own, they’ve gathered.

casually dated, it wasn’t all that. not great of a relationship enough for astrid to constantly think about it, however, it was still a nice mention for them to put out there. plus, it wasn’t like they were ever going to see their ex – whatever else he could’ve been. “ then, what else did you see yourself doing? ” astrid’s asking, wondering if they could see themselves being an archaeologist for however long they were thinking of doing it. or if it was the right thing for them, which, they were completely sure it was, in fact. “ we all have trauma, just from different things. doesn’t make us . . any worse or good than anyone else, kinda just means that we’re good at coasting through life with baggage. that’s all it is, baggage. ” of course, they knew because they had a ton of it : some things weren’t meant to be told to others, astrid’s concluded – because the few times it happened, people managed to stray away. or they do, seeing how they’ve kept distant.

“ are you one of those people –, who want happiness? ” they’re going, fully interested in his answer. truth be told, astrid doesn’t know what they want, specifically. they’re scared of the pure commitment that is happiness itself, not wanting to get out of their cynical patterns, nor their behavior of it all. “ who needs a social life when you’re living life, as it is? ”

astrid’s laughing light, finding themselves lost in this, nodding their head to his words. “ we could, there’s no sin in that, ” they’re letting out, continuing to hear his voice, keeping themselves composed, proper – something someone would say if they were looking at them in this very moment. “ have you had prior experiences to accidents, journey? ” now, this – this causes another deep interest for astrid, with mentally keeping notes on him since the car crash, though, astrid isn’t judging if he did, it happens. people get into accidents with strangers, however, they don’t go out to dinner with them & plan dates, that was the only downside. “ thank you . . for that, ” astrid breathes, taking a mere second to process what happened. he gave them a compliment without sounding the least bit sarcastic, that’s something not a lot of people did, at least, not the ones that they’ve approached & whatnot. “ i’ve never sculpted before, would you mind showing me how it works? ” a hopeful gaze shot over at the other, biting down on their lower lip, silently hoping he would say yes.

they’re listening to his words, another moment of solitude to themselves before answering it right away. “ i . . pulled away from them. i do this thing, where i disappear for a while . . it’s nothing on anyone else, but it’s something i’ve gotten used to. ” was that the honest answer? or was it something that they’ve just made up? either way, journey seemed somewhat trusting enough for them to vent, to want to say more – they were looking at him for this support, in a way. “ it got to the point where i would distance myself from everyone, i’d have these times where i would pack my bags, but not entirely go anywhere, i’d just stay home & stare at the packed bag, wondering why i didn’t go anywhere, when i should have. ” they’re placing this weakness on the line, taking into account that they should’ve protected themselves, lied to him or something – however, astrid didn’t want to do that, not to this guy.

“ a lot of rather unrealistic things we see in media, ” they’re placing a gentle remark there, under their breath. not meaning to be sarcastic, but it comes off that way. & for that, astrid apologizes, in their head. “ i actually disagree on that, for some reason. with the world being how it is, zombies might be a real thing, ” they’re musing, almost liking the debate going on. it’s soothing, in their eyes. deep down, astrid feels like they’re not going to lose the conversation about if zombies were real or not – because even they know that they’re real, in a sense. if people were starving & had to eat others to survive, all of that : zombies were definitely real. “ not at all, i mean. look at us, we’re having a nice conversation about . . a lot of things, ” using them as an example, astrid’s smiling to themselves, feeling somewhat accomplished in it all. “ i tell people that all the time, yet, no one seems to want to actually hear it out. ” & they have, many times. to others, but . . astrid’s not that upset about it.

he doesn’t have to be silly, astrid wants to do it. as a way of giving their thanks, for his kindness. not a lot of people would do this for them, take them to the hospital, offer striking conversation & debate, so – they want to. “ you don’t . . i want to, i really do. plus, i have a little time on my hands after my internship, it’s really no big deal. ” shoulders soon shrug once more, keeping this enlightened glint in their eyes, for once, they have some semblance of something good, great happening to them because of god knows what. “ i mean . . you could’ve died, you know? & that wouldn’t have been . . good, ” they’re laying in words, pointing their finger as a joke, chuckling softly. “ at least she did her best to love you. not that – i mean, she did what a parent did. ”

were they going to lose points for saying something like that? god, they’d hope not. watching as he’s attempting to grab a seat, astrid hums – beginning to walk up to the receptionist, checking in, grabbing their forms to sign, giving the receptionist their id & whatnot before gathering to sit down beside the other, arms crossed against their chest, glancing at the kids playing with blocks, a light smile forms on their face before giving him a short stare. “ i’m sure you could check a few things off the list, ” astrid tells him, fully determined that he could : they’ve got the faith in him. “ mh, well, she says that it shouldn’t be that long . . if it is, we can stay here all night. ” a joke, laugh slipping out of their lips before their head relaxes against the wall.

[barnesafterglow]

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summary: you’re just a tad accident prone. but that could never make bucky mad, right?

pairing: roommate!bestfriend!bucky x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: lots of swears, mentions of stitches/minor injury, mentions of fire, fluffy fluff

a/n: so. unfortunately my blog @/youalloverbarnes got marked as explicit and they won’t overturn my appeal so i'm trying to start over! this was originally written as part of @msmarvelwrites​ 2k writing challenge! hopefully i won’t get fucked over by tumblr this time :’)

“Fuck!”

You had just shattered a mug… again.

“Doll, I think we’re going to have to start buying plastic cups,” Bucky said with a sigh.

Being your best friend since high school, he knew your tendency to be accident prone; it just came with the territory.  Besides, there had never been any major injuries - well besides that one time you had fallen off your porch and taken him down with you, leaving him with a broken ankle just in time for graduation.

Besides, it was sort of endearing, your sheepish smile and the blush that raced to your cheeks. Bucky had the urge to kiss that smile off you and assure you that he loved every single accident, no matter how embarrassed you got. God knows how badly he wanted to.

He moved to grab the broom and sweep up the large ceramic shards, while gently pushing you towards the living room.

He saw you open your mouth and shushed you before you could get a word out. “Go. I don’t need a trip to the ER to get you stitches tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, but walked out of the kitchen anyway. As you reached the door, you turned around with a wide grin.

“You know, for Halloween this year, you might as well dress up as my knight in shining armor.”

You gave a flirty wink before strutting into the other room. Bucky’s blush just then could have rivaled yours on your worst day.

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“Goddamnit!”

Bucky heard a clatter and a thud, knowing you had just slipped and fallen in the shower. Despite not being surprised, he still opened the bathroom door to make sure you hadn’t broken anything this time. He saw that blush again as you looked up from your place in the tub, the shower curtain wrapped around you.

He leaned into the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking at your predicament. “Well, this is a new one.”

“Sorry! ‘Was trying my hand at a private concert and got a little too into it.” There was that blush again. It was really starting to drive Bucky crazy, but in the best way.

He grabbed a towel and handed it to you after helping you to your feet, his hand on your lower back to steady you.

“C’mon klutz, we still have a movie to watch. Don’t make me wrap you in bubble wrap again.”

Your blush deepened as he watched you shuffle to your room to change, and the smile he gave you as you shut your door made your heart beat faster than any fall could.

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“Oh god. Oh fuck. No no no n-”

“Y/N?”

Goddamnit. Bucky was home. You were just trying to set up a nice little surprise for his birthday. He had gone out with Sam and Steve, and was planning to spend the evening with you; he claimed that was the only present he wanted. Naturally, you chose to totally ignore this, and had been planning for weeks.

You called up his ma for his favorite cake recipe, and had been practicing it at Nat and Wanda’s apartment until you got it perfect. So while he was out with the guys, you got to work. Everything was divine: the cake, the icing, the decorations, and you were incredibly proud. After getting a text from Bucky saying that he was almost home, you put the cake on the desk at the end of his bed, along with his presents, and pushed the candles into the top. But then everything went wrong, because of course it would. You were using the matches you just had to have that one time you had gone to a little hole in the wall shop downtown. And because you were a little excited, you kinda sorta maybe dropped the lit match on to his bed. Onto the very beautiful quilt his sister had made him. And there was a perfectly round burn mark right in the center.

So that’s where you were now, frozen in place as you waited for Bucky to make his way through the apartment to his room.

“Y/N/N? What’s goin-” He looked from you, to the bed, and back to you. “Oh.”

Immediately, tears flooded your eyes as you began to apologize profusely. You didn’t know how Bucky would ever forgive you. Your mind was racing as you pictured all your years of friendship going down the drain because of your stupid fucking cake.

“Hey. Hey, listen to me. It’s not a big deal. Becca’s got a million more. She won’t be mad, and I’m certainly not.” He laid his hands on your shoulders, trying to get you to look him in the eye. You turned away, trying to make a break for your room, but he grabbed you again, this time by your wrists, and pulled you to his chest.

“Listen to me, please. I appreciate this so much. I appreciate you so much. It was just an accident. That won’t make me stop loving you.”

“You what?” You had been friends for a long time. You had said “I love you” a million times - before bed, on your way out the door, even just laying on the couch with your head in his lap. It wasn’t anything new. But this was. The look of pure adoration in his eyes, the way his eyes flicked down to your lips and back. This was different than any moment you had ever shared.

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the day you spilled water all over my textbook in chemistry class. Every little accident makes me love you more.” The glimmer in his eyes told you even more than his words did, and you think back to his reaction to every clumsy fall, every broken plate, every paint splatter in the carpet. It was always an exaggerated sigh and a fake eye roll as he made his way to help you clean up; never leaving you to deal with it yourself.

This whole time you were waiting for the day your mishaps would push him one step too far, so far that he would walk out and never look back. But every one just made him fall in love with you even more. With a soft smile, you stand on your tip toes and press a sweet kiss to his lips. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, you said something you never in your life thought you would.

“I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.”

[pies-writes-and-more]

haikyuu boys as expecting fathers

characters: TimeSkip!Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kōtarō, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Pregnant!Reader

warnings: pregnant reader and mentions of having a baby so pls be mindful if this makes you dysphoric or if you’re not in a good headspace for it. But otherwise, it’s all fluff so I hope it makes you guys smile!

a/n: everyone around me irl is having babies so here is the result of that LOL i love cute stories about expecting families and shit. All of these are obviously with TimeSkip! characters! And none of the following gifs are mine so credits to the original creators! Hope you guys like it :) 

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Tsukishima loves to tease the shit out of you, and that hasn’t really changed since you started getting bigger. But now, he’ll hide your cravings in the top shelves of the pantry so you have to make him come get it. He can’t help it, it’s that angry pouty look in your eyes - he’s so in love with you, even when you look like you’re about to murder him.

But despite him hiding everything you could possibly crave, he is an absolute sweetheart. He calls his mom every now and then to update her about you and the baby, probably asks about what she liked when she was pregnant. She tells him stories about liking to read to him and his brother, or how she enjoyed a nice bath if she was particularly sore that day. She even joked that she found it really hard to put her shoes on so typically she just wore slippers or easy to slip on shoes.

Cut to the next day, you wake up to Tsukishima reading a book of dinosaur facts to your belly. He’s not so much reading it as he is disputing and/or explaining further the facts that are written in it. He doesn’t notice you wake up while he waves away the book and states, “It’s fine. When you’re here, I’ll just bring you to my museum and I’ll show you in person. I can sneak you out of daycare, just don’t tell your mom.”

You had hoped to be able to keep your independence for longer than this, but found yourself struggling to properly put on your shoes. You huffed, muttering something to your unborn kid about how you’d hold this over their heads forever, and just waddled about with the backs of your shoes folded under your heel. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow as he noticed, waiting for you to sit down in the car before holding the door open and bending down to properly put your shoes on.

“Kei, what’re you doing?” You laughed, watching him swiftly tie up your laces. “They’re fine, they’re old shoes anyways.”

“If you wear your shoes like that, you’ll fall and hurt yourself,” he shrugged. “I can’t have you hurting the little Tsukishima just because you can’t put your shoes on.”

His expression was the same plain emotionless face as usual, but you smiled anyways because here he was, kneeling in front of you and helping you with what is supposed to be a simple task.

The day went on as usual, but you definitely weren’t prepared for your husband to call you into the bathroom and display the little bath he had drawn you with your favourite candle lit.

“Did you do something?” You asked him with narrow eyes, making him scoff.

He rolled his eyes, helping you out of your clothes gently, “Am I really such a bad husband that you think I’d have to be feeling guilty to be nice to you?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding playfully, “Yup. So what did you do?” You laugh and he just flicks your forehead before helping you into the tub.

You watch as he smirks a bit, holding your chin for a second and watching your eyes, “Well I’m the reason you got knocked up so I supposed I have to take care of you don’t I?”

He doesn’t hold that sultry teasing look on his face for too long, especially when you splash him with water, drenching every part of him you could reach 😂.

Bokuto is in a PANIC the closer you get to the due date. You once just felt a bit tired after vacuuming and the boy thought you holding your front meant you were going into early labour.

“I’VE GOT THE CAR KEYS BUT I CAN’T FIND MY WALLET!!! BABE HAVE YOU SEEN NY WALLET? I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I PUT IT. OMG WHAT IF THEY WONT TAKE US IN. WHAT IF THERE ARE SO MANY BABIES BEING BORN WE CANT GET IN. I KNEW I SHOULD’VE TAKEN A CLASS ON BIRTHING BABIES!”

You let him run around because he honestly is so entertaining to watch while panicking. He pouts about it later, talking shit about you to your belly, “Your mom’s a big meanie. You need to be born quick so we can team up on her okay?”

“Kōtarō! Don’t you dare try to turn my baby against me!” You laughed, swatting at his head.

Man is overly prepared for any sort of situation. He already set up all the safety baby measures, like corner cushions and outlet covers, though now he’s considering locking up all the knives into a cupboard.

“Kōtarō... how am are supposed to cook like this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at the lack of your sharp cooking knives.. and the butter knives.

The grown man just poured some more, “I gotta keep both my babies safe alright? I’ll cut everything for you so you don’t cut yourself.”

Except for the fact that Bokuto is definitely more accident prone than you are and has a few bandaids on his fingers now.

As an expecting dad, Bokuto found himself getting more and more teary eyed at any situation that involved a family or a baby. Whether that was just seeing kids and families play in the park that the two of you walked past sometimes, or seeing a commercial for diapers with happy bouncy babies, you would turn to see a misty-eyed Bokuto who would then turn to you and wrap you in a tight squeeze.

He was beyond excited at this point to meet your little baby - he wanted to know what they would look like. The perfect mix between the most perfect woman in the world and him, who was pretty cool thank you very much. This baby was going to be the cutest most amazing kid ever, who would definitely play a really great game of volleyball, Bokuto was sure of it.

Let’s be honest though, pregnancy is not an easy journey. Bokuto loved seeing you grow the baby but he knew that it was a difficult process for you. You were always sore and at the beginning you were always sick. And there were some days where you literally didn’t feel attractive or beautiful at all, but Bokuto would praise you as high as he always did regardless.

“You are the most perfect lady I have ever laid eyes on. The most gorgeous being to ever walk this universe!” He told you one day, pressing kisses all over your face as you laid across a couch.

“Thanks,” you tried to give him a smile - you always appreciated his compliments, even if you didn’t necessarily agree.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you with a small frown, noting your forced smile.

“I just… feel bleh. Not at all like how you’re saying I look,” you admitted with a small smile.

Bokuto’s eyes grew wide in shock, jumping over the couch to sit down on the floor next to you. He clasped your hands in his, pressing kissing to them gently as well. “I know you might not feel it… but I hope you know that I still think it. I don’t even have to force it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and that hasn’t changed even though your body is changing a bit. I don’t need you to wear the most perfect makeup or the best dress for me to think you’re gorgeous. You’re perfect just laying here in my old sweats and I’m happy that I get to come home to see you like this every day,” he grinned, touching your cheek affectionately.

You loved this man. He was so sweet to you in every way possible. But sometimes…. sometimes his sweetness just went a little too overboard. You tried to insist to him that you were pregnant but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything. Man refuses to let you do anything for yourself. No lifting boxes, no lifting anything in fear that you might hurt your back.

“Kōtarō, it’s just my purse,” you tried to point out in a laugh, trying to reach it as he held it above your head.

“Nope! Not happening. What if you hurt yourself?”

“... with my purse?”

“Ya!”

“Kōtarō, I have to go shopping for food or we won’t have anything to eat. And baby needs to eat!”

“Well I’ll come with you then!”

“You’ve got practice!”

“It’s fine, I’ll tell them I’ll practice another time! My perfect wife and baby come first,” he’d grin at you and insist on opening all the doors as you two made your way to the car. You fall in love with this man more and more every day, even if he keeps stealing things from your hands.

Ushijima is a really nervous new dad, even if you can’t really tell from his stoic expression. He listens intently to all of the parenting advice people give, bought a few books about newborns, and has hundreds of tabs on his laptop of ranging topics from baby products people insist are necessary, mommy blogs about what is important to do when pregnant, and research that he doesn’t quite understand but feels is important nonetheless.

Ushijima isn’t necessarily a man of words all the time, so you were surprised to find that he started to talk a lot more after finding out that your child could hear him.

“You don’t have to play volleyball if you don’t want to,” he told them quietly one day while the two of you were on the couch. It came so out of the blue that you actually thought he was talking to you.

“Hm?”

“... do you think they’d want to play volleyball?” He asked you sheepishly, glancing at you with a shy expression.

You thought about it for a moment and slowly started to smile, “Well they’ll be attending every single one of your games so I’m sure they’ll be at least interested in learning!”

Ushijima nodded and you watched as a soft smile graced his face. You kept your eyes on him for just a moment longer, seeing a flicker of uncertainty on him.

“Wakatoshi, don’t you dare think for one second you’ll be a bad dad,” you warned him, poking his side and making him jump from surprised.

He stared at you for a moment, blinking, “You know what I’m thinking?”

“I know that you’ve been worried about being a good dad ever since I told you I was pregnant. I know that you’re nervous about being the kind of dad you always wanted to have growing up. I know because I’m terrified of being a good mom too,” you admitted with a nervous sort of smile, interlacing your fingers together. “We’ll be okay together though.”

Ushijima nodded and hummed softly, “We’ll have to take them to France.”

“France??”

“Satori wants to meet them too. He said he would make them chocolate.”

It wouldn’t just be the baby that Satori is constantly trying to spoil, but you as well. He sends over packages of his chocolate for you to try, grinning ear to ear when you call him for a catch-up call.

“Do you like them?” Tendō asked, and you could hear him humming to himself as he moved around a kitchen.

“I love them! But you’re going to make us fat if you keep sending them! They’re much too yummy for me to stop eating!” You laughed, eyes wandering to the kitchen where you knew you still had a few bits of his chocolate left.

“No no no no. I’m just trying to make sure your baby is a cute healthy plump baby! They’ll grow nice and strong!”

It always made you smile, knowing that all these people who loved your husband wanted to love you and the baby as well. Even Ushijima’s new teammates would come by and bring snacks or anything they thought might aid you in your pregnancy. Though, Kageyama wasn’t really sure what pregnant people or babies liked, so he just brought a whole bag of the milk boxes he liked.

“You’ve got to grow big and strong so that I can defeat you in volleyball one day. I can’t defeat your dad right now… cause he’s on my team. But I’ll defeat an Ushijima one day for sure,” he muttered to your belly with a fierce intensity in your eyes that made you laugh, making his ears turn red as he realized that you also heard him (Kageyama, the baby is attached to her, of course she heard you lol).

As it neared your due date, Ushijima prepared himself mentally every passing day. He wanted to be 110% ready so he went over your birthing plan mentally at least 10 times a day and reread over all the articles and information he had gathered over the months. He wanted to be the best father possible, but you insisted to him that you weren’t worried about this at all. After all, he was already the best husband you could ever have asked for.

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all the madrigals r theater kids im sorry

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day 14: feb. 13, 2022

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notes: these are all so overdue LMFAOOO also i’m really sleep deprived, wording might be a little wacky :P also i think theyre all ooc. part 2 for this will be the day 15 post !

posted the whole fic on ao3 :D (link)

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bruno’s excellent storywriting + agustín’s piano skills + felix’s gorgeous singing voice = the perfect recipe for a masterpiece of a musical (Do u guys GET ME)

agustín and félix approach bruno, “dolores told us you make telenovelas with the rats... can we watch an episode or two?”

bruno shrugs, “why not?”

an hour or two goes by and everytime a madrigal passes by bruno’s room, there’s always a male voice yelling.

“are they... okay? they all went in bruno’s room hours ago and they still haven’t come out. you know his room’s tall and... agustín’s prone to accidents...” worry washes over julieta’s face, pepa gets worried too. what if something happened to them on their way back? or the sand in bruno’s room somehow drowned them all? that’s a thing, right?

camilo notices a cloud forming above his mother’s head, so he rushes to get two cups of tea and his sister.

“don’t worry, ma.” mirabel holds the hands of her mother and aunt, “nothing bad would happen to papa. not on tío bruno and tío félix’s watch.” camilo comes back with a tray of cups of hot tea, dolores  and antonio are beside him.

“they’re just watching tio’s telenovelas.” dolores calmly says. julieta lets out a sigh of relief. “makes sense. bruno’s stories always had a lot of shocking plot twists.” pepa takes a sip of her tea, “gracias, cami,” then looks dolores. “is that all they’re doing?”

“they plan on writing a musical... with all of us.”

camilo and mirabel excitedly look at each other, loudly whispering about who gets what character archetype, mirabel talks about what costumes she would make and camilo shapeshifts into each member of the family in the outfits she describes.

“so much for whispering. we could hear you both.” pepa laughs. “lo siento, mami. we’re just excited, is all.”

abuela approaches the group, and the chatter slowly dies down. “what’s all the commotion about?”

julieta answers. “bruno, agustín and félix are writing a musical in bruno’s room.” abuela widens her eyes in amusement. “interesting. i’ve always been fond of brunito’s telenovelas since he first showed it to us. i wonder what those three come up with.”

they all look at dolores, hoping for an answer. “it’s horror with a cup of romance. hm!” the family talk amongst each other, occasionally asking dolores for a few hints to the musical’s plot.

dolores’s answers, starting from the ‘horror with a cup of romance’, are all lies. she’s careful to not let the hardwork of her uncles and father be revealed right away.

“they’re coming out. act natural.”

agustín comes out first, followed by félix, sand falling out of his pockets. he rubs the back of his neck, “i tripped.” julieta kisses him on both cheeks. “at least you’re here.”

“where’s bruno?” abuela asks. “oh. he’s gluing back this vision he did for our musical.” agustín answers. félix adds on, “we couldn’t decide who should play the main character so we did a vision for that.”

“and he’s okay with that?” félix nods at his wife. “he suggested it himself.” he looks back at the room and sees bruno approaching the family. “i used one of the stickers mirabel gave me so you guys can’t see their face.” the vision is passed around the family.

“that’s definitely me.” mirabel rolls her eyes at camilo, “that’s me, actually.” isabela appears behind them and grabs the vision. “it’s me.”

dolores hears the three bickering so she sighs and turns to antonio. “you’re the main character, toñito. you’ll be playing as an adventurer looking for treasure.” she pinches his cheek and he giggles. “is anyone going to help me?” dolores nods. “lucky for you, yes. but it’s camilo. you two are going to get into a lot of trouble.” they both look at camilo and laugh quite loudly.