#Jeez this is hecking long

[duin-i-guess]

Notes.

I watched PDH season 1 a bit ago, I took notes while watching. I have over 100 but I'm not going to show all of those because sheeh. so I just picked more notable ones, these are all in chronological order.

I dislike any moment Laurance is flirty. Katelyn casually assaults Travis with a Volleyball. Aphmau almost says her full name but is cut off by the Teacher. Hyria is the teacher of the witchcraft class. Jeffory time. Laurance is shorter in his casual wear. GarGarCarCar. Garroth kisses Aphmau without asking, rude. Laurance sees Aphmau looking pale, her voice is shakey and she says "I'm here by choice, Gene's not that bad" Laurance are you dumb?. Gene and Dante's mom shows up to pick up Gene, we will never see her again. Laurance kisses Aphmau without asking, rude. Jeffory asks before kissing Katelyn, what a gentleman. Hey Laurance, Garroth, have you heard of talking?. Garroth, YOU kissed Aphmau then told her not to tell Laurance, so of course Aphmau didn't tell him, are you dumb? Garroth sees Aphmau and Aaron just standing near each other and thinks "Laurance was right". Ivy and Lily are COUSINS!?, I know they both have plant names, but, Is it the same in MCD?. Travis says parentS, where is his mom? Aaron acts like he is good at cooking, he turned the ham into gold, it's uneatable now. Aaron says his dad always burns food, this implies that his dad is around to burn food in the first place. Dante's book says to ask before kissing someone, just don't read any further.

[hurricanek8art]

Thank you @tiredassmage for the literal swift kick in the pants and behold the inaugural K8's SWTOR OC Bio extravaganza (maybe?!?! I don't know what I'm doing and I'm still not happy with this but anyways 🥴). Starting with:

Aja Verdona: The Commander

Homeworld: Naboo (birth world; Odessen (adopted)

Born: 3664BBY/21 ATC (age 21 at start; frozen in carbonite for 5 years, currently 34)

Species: Human

Occupation: Commander of the Eternal Alliance

Affiliations: Jedi Order, Eternal Alliance

Romances: Rass Ordo

Masters: Several, most prominently Connelly Draay (OC) and Orgus Din

Apprentices: Vega Kodral (OC)

Hero of Tython, Throne-breaker, Outlander, Commander—Aja Verdona has borne many titles throughout her life, but none have ever been able to outweigh her dedication and drive to protecting the galaxy. Arriving on Tython a hotheaded and arrogant young woman who was letting her 'grand destiny', her abandonment issues and her fear of failure push her to the edge, Aja found herself taken under the wing of Orgus Din. What followed was a whirlwind three years that saw her pushed to the edge of her sanity and beyond, the murder of the first Master to stick by her side despite all of her flaws and intensity, an eight-month stint as the mind-controlled pet attack dog of the Sith Emperor, and an unexpected quest to slay Vitiate once and for all. When that was undone by the actions of the Revanites several years later, Aja resumed her quest, determined to do what the Force had chosen her to do long before she was even born, leading her to mature and grow in the nearly two decades since her journey began, conquering her past anger, and defeated Tenebrae time and time again. But now that Tenebrae is gone, and new, different threats and challenges threaten to overwhelm her—the warmongering of Heta Kol, machinations of Darth Malgus, training a stubborn and determined young Padawan, and Aja's sudden, unexpected feelings for a Mandalorian warrior. Now, Aja is faced with a new question: what is she without the threat of Tenebrae constantly hanging over her head, especially now that a new prophecy threatens all she holds dear? And what will she choose to become?

[licorishh]

Replayed Modern Warfare 3 2011 on Veteran tonight and goooooooood night. Blood Brothers never gets any easier to watch no matter how many times you've done it and the ending really never misses huh

I apologize for the amount of yapping in the tags I reread it all on mobile and started giggling because it went on for so long but eh. Blessed are those who won't shut the freak up and all that

[toppersjeep]

Landos Girl ~ Lando Norris X Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I got this idea while watching ginge’s and landos new video. so basically you show up to landos when he’s filming with ginge and you join in on the fun. you’ve been dating Lando for a while now. you work with him at McLaren as a pr manger. that’s how you two met!

(a little fluff, mentions of smut but no actual)

Your POV

I opened the door to Lando’s apartment with my key. I set my bag down and took my shoes off. Knowing I’d be staying for a while.

“Lan” I said. “In the kitchen” Lando said. “Oh hello are you filming” I said. “Yeah a quadrant video I meant to text you” Lando said. “All good I had a major McLaren meeting so” I said. “No way is that the Y/N in the flesh” Ginge said. “Ginge” I said.

“Guys I’m shaking Lando’s girl in person” Ginge said I laughed. “It’s nice to officially meet you” I said shaking his hand. “Don’t worry I won’t try to take your man yet” Ginge said. “Oh you won’t even get a try” I said. “Oh shit she is a bit scary huh” Ginge said.

“So.. I’ll let you guys film then because I am not eating whatever he eats for breakfast” I said. “What she doesn’t have to eat it” Ginge said. “She should” lando said. “No thanks I had a bagel earlier” I said going to sit on the couch.

“Damn and you couldn’t bring us any the hell” Ginge said. “Ooops” I said. “She doesn’t share her food you know” Lando said. “Well that’s rude” Ginge said.

A little while later…

I got up off the couch. I then saw Lando and Ginge working out. I stood in the doorway.

“Have her try the head pull thingy” Ethan said.“I think she does that with Lando off camera” Ginge said. “Oh my god” I said laughing. “Jeez mate” Lando said. “What we know you do” Ginge said.

“What’s next” I said. “Uhh landos turn” Ethan said. “I wanna see you guys pull him I’m intrigued” I said sitting on the floor. “As long as you do it too” Lando said. “Fine” I said. Ginge went first and pulled Lando. “My god he’s not even flinching” Ginge said.

“It feels quite nice” Lando said I laughed. “Really your weird mate” Ginge said. Ethan then did it. “Come on slow and hard” Ginge said. I laughed. “Oh be quiet over there with your dirty mind” Ethan said. “I didn’t say anything yet” I said.

“Keyword is yet” Lando said. Ethan the pulled the bands back. “What the heck so you even feel that” Ethan said. “It just feels nice” Lando said. “Alright your turn” Ethan said I got up. “Come on baby” Lando said. “I have like no muscles” I said. “You got it love” Lando said. I pulled it a little bit.

“No muscles my ass” Ginge said. “That’s good” Lando said. “Okay” I said stopping. “He’s flexing his jaw muscles now” Ethan said. “That’s so hot” Ginge said we all laughed.

We then went to eat some lunch.

“This is like rabbit food” Ginge said. “I just want some pizza” I said. “Don’t start pizza sounds good” Lando said. After we finished eating we went to show Ginge and Ethan around Monaco.

“I’m getting shotgun by the way” I said. “Ughhh fine” Ginge said getting in the backseat with Ethan. “So how long have you two been dating” Ethan asked. As Lando drove.

“Uhhh like a year almost two” I said. “Met her at McLaren well I kinda knew of her before” Lando said. “Oh really” Ginge said. “I worked at Willam’s with George but I wasn’t very social” I said. “Really you not social” Ethan said.

“Ughhh I guess I was just anxious about making friends” I said. “But then I did make friends and got a new job” I said. “I guess I brought out her fun side as she says” Lando said. “That’s nice” Ethan said. “Well you two do seem perfect but I’m still jealous” Ginge said.

“He’s mine Ginge” I said. “You win you win” Ginge said jokingly. “Hope everyone is hungry” Lando said. We all ate dinner and shared stories. I sat beside Lando. “Desert was so good” Ginge said. “You two go out every night or no” Ethan asked.

“Not too often it’s quite expensive” I said. Lando then licked the plate clean. “Oh my god” Ginge said. “Damn I really wish I was that plate right now” I said. Everyone laughed. “Oh my and she says she’s shy” Ethan said. Lando just looked at me all red.

“What” I said looking at Lando. “You got him all flustered” Ginge said. “You can be the plate later” Lando said. “Oh lord” Ethan said. “Get these two love birds a room” Ginge said. “Oh I’ll get one later on” Lando said. “Lord” I said.

“You two are perfect honestly with those out of pocket things” Ginge said. “Oh I know” Lando said. After we dropped them off we went back to our apartment. I kicked my shoes off and attempted to lay on the couch.

But Lando grabbed my arm.

“You wanted to be the plate so badly” Lando said. “I still do” I said. “So come on then” Lando said leading me to our room.

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[colorquest]

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...

D(ebbie): HEYYYYYYY SAMANTHA!!!!!! V(ilmr): Hiiii!

S(amantha): Hehe, hi Debbie, hi Vilmr. S: Can you see me alright? D: Yeah I can see you, and that smelly boy behind you too. V: I can smell him from here. D: YEAH bleuch! We can smell him from here!!! M(ichael): --Oh! M: Oh jeez, when you said you were gonna call I didn't think you meant like, right away-- D: SAMANTHA can you see us? S: Yes, we can see you too Debbie.

M: Hey you two! M: What's up? D: Oh my gosh he doesn't even know what's up!!! D: Don't you know what day it is?! M: Oh, uh...! M: The... eleventh? V: The twelfth actually, on the other side of the world. D: Yeah DUH. M: I-- I didn't think that was relevant? D: Omfggggg nnnnnnnOTHING. D: You. D: Know. D: NOTHING............... V: It's the twelfth where it's happening right now! V: That's the whole reason we're calling! S: Michael, there's a full eclipse happening soon, remember? S: It's all we've been hearing about for weeks now. M: Oh! M: Shoot, that's tonight? D: Um, uh-durrrr? M: The sun's already setting though :/ M: Too bad we won't be able to see it... V: Aht! D: YEAH AHT AHT! D: That is where you are wrong! S: Michael, Debbie says she's found someone who's streaming the eclipse, all the way from Wootosh. M: Woah, what? M: How did you even manage to access something like that? D: Yeah I mean whatever, you know? D: Only took me all day to find but whatever, like, I have my sources, no big deal. S: It's very exciting, Debbie.

M: Actually Vilmr, I'm surprised you aren't with Maja right now while this is going on. M: An eclipse definitely sounds like it'd be important to her, right? V: Guuuhhhhhh, don't remind me. V: She has been trying to get a hold of me for nearly an hour now. D: Yeah and she can live, it's not like you're the one who believes in that junk. D: Literally no reason for you to be over there. V: Yeah but... it could be one of those times where it's really serious for her. V: She is going to be sooo mad when I get home. V: Maybe I really should get back soon. D: UMMM??? D: No, you're basically an adult now, you're like 18 you can do what you want. S: I don't even think you could make it in time if you left now, Vilmr. S: That's a pretty long walk... D: Yeah it's a long walk! D: So literallyyyyyy, just stay here. D: Don't stress your head all up about what she might or might not be thinking. V: Buh... D: ANYWAY.

[[ Debbie sends a link to the livestream ]]

D: There's the stream Samantha. S: yey -v- S: Michael, are you gonna watch with us?

M: Heck, why not. M: As long as this isn't illegal or anything, right? M: Haha... M: ...Right? S: I dunno about that. M: S: *yawn* S: Debbie? D: Okay Wootosh doesn't own the eclipse, first off. D: So freaking WHAT if it's an orc who set it up or whatever. D: And second, I dug deep to find this stream and NONE of you are gonna chicken out about it. D: And nobody's gonna FALL ASLEEP BEFORE IT HAPPENS EITHER, SMUMANTHA... S: Michael's here to make sure I stay awake, don't worry Debbie. M: Haha, yeah. D: yeah okay sure. V: Hey actually, it sort of doesn't make sense for me to even be here? V: I just realized this? D: Yes it does IT DOES MAKE IT SENSE. D: IT'S THE MOOD. D: IT'S THE VIBES. D: Even if you can't see it you still get to say you were there......... V: But... I'm literally not? D: FIGURATIVELY. D: Open your mind Vilmr. D: Or your third eye or whatever Maja would want you to have open-- whatever! D: You're STAYING HERE DOSH GARNIT. V: I don't plan on going anywhere, I'm just saying!!! V: Åh, Maja förlåt mig...

M: So um, is it supposed to be so grainy? D: Yeah I guess. D: I dunno. D: That's just how I found it. S: It looks like it still has a little while before it starts. V: It starts at 7:15 tonight. D: Sooooo we got like half an hour to kill then. V: Killing the hours away is what we do best, is it not? D: So true. D: That being saiiiiiid...

D: Samantha! D: Michael. D: What are you guys up to, huh? V: ...? D: What's up. D: Over at Michael's place to day huh? D: What's that about? D: Huh? M: Oh, I invited her over, she was home alone and...-- S: ......... M: Samantha, hey, don't fall asleep just yet, haha... D: Samantha I see you falling asleep. D: Samantha. D: MICHAEL WAKE HER UP BETTER SHE'S GONNA MISS THE-- S: *snort* S: mh-- S: Sorry, I'm here... S: What did you say, Debbie? D: Nevermindddddddd, just like-- D: BRRRBBRBTGGRRNGHBRRR....... D: Come on, let's just chat. D: Like let's just keep ourselves occupied, okay. D: Like we gotta see this, when is the next time we're ever gonna see something like this??? V: Uh like, four or five years from now I'm pretty sure. V: If I remember what Maja told me at least. D: And what about it??? D: That's like. FOREVER from now. D: WE COULD BE DEAD BY THEN. M: Oh jeez, I hope not...! D: LIVE IN THE NOW!!!!!! S: Debbie you're getting me so hyped up, hehe... D: GOOD! D: LET'S GET HYPE ABOUT IT AND STAY AWAKE ABOUT IT AND STUFF!

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[bgyuus]

casual — ran haitani x reader

definitely NOT inspired by casual by chappell roan

“jeez ran, i told you multiple times already.” you sighed in exasperation as you continued to bandage up his wounded sides. the taller boy only laughed at her reactions. bandaging him up and tending his wounds became a norm to you- not like you were complaining though. being able to see him after a long day of only god knows what he was doing around roppongi was enough for you already.

“no kisses?” ran pouted when you got up from his bed to take a glass of water. upon returning, you snorted at his words as you handed him the glass. “kisses makes the boo boo better, is it not?” he smirked at you, placing the glass down on the nightstand.

“your damned kisses will lead to another thing.” you rolled your eyes, leaning your head on his bandaged shoulder gently. the boy beside you chuckled. his fingers slowly ran through your hair as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “oh but you weren’t complaining about it last week though. instead, you were begging it for more.” he snickered at your reaction before raising both of his hands in surrender.

later that night, you slept on the couch (he insisted you sleep on the bed with him but you declined, knowing he’ll obviously torment you with his antics), wondering how you ended up here.

it all started from a simple, mindless coincidence. you were going around town, running errands when the tyre of your bicycle suddenly hit a nail or something sharp on the ground, making your bicycle went out of control and knocking over some potted plants. adding to your humiliation, the infamous haitani brothers were there. before you could even get up to your feet, ran was already holding out a hand for you. and that evening, he was really nice to you which was weird but you let it slide as the brothers helped you with your tyre and eventually walking you back home safely.

“since i helped you a lot today, i’d like something in return,” he smiled, making you raised an eyebrow. “no need to go all annihilation mode on me, i just want to be friends with you that’s all.” that’s it? you wondered silently, this guy must be nuts.

and well look where you are now. you’ve been friends with him for somewhat a year or two, don’t know, you didn’t count. heck, you’ve even- you quickly shook your head, not wanting to go there. to make matters worst is that you don’t think that this was a casual friendship, at all. no dynamic duo would touch each other like that. and you were also quick to realised that you have been constantly worrying about him and always rushing over to his place to bandage him up or even staying at his place because he didn’t want you to go back home alone in the dark- just like right now.

you groaned softly into a pillow, holding it tightly to your chest. was it casual when he asked you to come over to his place for dinner because he knew how much your parents weren’t around at home? was it casual for him to give you kisses on the head and acting very soft and gentle towards you? was it casual for him when he whispered “i love you” to you when you were both tangled in each others arms after a quick session on the seat of his bike? all these didn’t make sense to you because ran, he was completely nonchalant about it.

days passed as you knocked on his house’s door to see if the brothers were free to hang out together. rindou answered, opening the door slightly and immediately saying “ran’s not home.” you looked at him, giving him the sceptical look as you pushed yourself pass him, only to be greeted by a sight that you wished you believed rindou’s false accusation earlier.

ran quickly detached himself from the other girl on the couch as he scratched the back of his neck. “and you said ran wasn’t home.” you looked over at rindou, clearly unamused. the younger haitani clicked his tongue in annoyance as he ushered the girl to get out from his house, as well as him leaving the both of you in the living room. to sort things out perhaps.

you stared at him, arms at your sides as you had no idea if you should scream or cry or just walk out.

“so uh, who was she?” you smiled nervously, in hopes to calm down the tense atmosphere in the room. “some girl from school.” he shrugged. you nodded, fiddling with your fingers as you tried to get the words you’ve longed to ask him.

“ran, what are-“

“no attachment.”

you immediately hold back your tongue from continuing. it was as if the world fell silent and you could’ve sworn you heard your heart falling to the ground, shattering into a billion pieces.

not responding to him, you only nodded, taking in a deep breath. “r- right.. no strings attached. got it.” you said quietly as you turned to the door. ran was still sitting on the couch, watching you head out of the door, knowing that this will be his last time seeing you before you completely exit his life.

[charleecat-bat]

Sonic LGBT+ Headcanons

For the sake of pride month, I wanna share some headcanons that i've got or that i thought over. Some are still heavily what-if's and hypotheticals.

And for the love of god if you don't agree with these. it's not a huge deal... i really am not looking to cause any rage or arguments. please. this just simple fun.

Sonic- Aroace. This is pretty easy. And I have played around with the idea of him being transgender. Either way he is down for people living their truths and being themselves <3

Tails- Transgender. Since he's just a boi I haven't put much thought to how he'd identify himself but you can't tell me he doesn't give trasngender vibes. The way he rejects his given name and goes by a chosen name. Idk personally if he'd be mtf or ftm. I could see it either way. Be your best self little buddy <3

Knuckles- Bisexual (DUH i mean so many see him as this i can't help it too) and thanks to talks with a lot of my friends in the Knuckles chat, I do imagine he's on the nonbinary spectrum. He has no real strong feelings towards gender. Just tends to go by he/him cause that's what people usually go by, but would likely respond to anything. Boi don't care.

Amy- A pansexual queen <3 and I have also pondered her being trasngender too. Either way. QUEEN <3 She probably adores the celebration and parade of this month, such expressions of love towards others and yourself means so much to her.

Rouge- She's an interesting one... I've had a lot of thoughts about how she identify. I do love her being trasngender. We barely know anything about her past, perhaps it was to her own design. Leaving her dead name and her past self behind her. When it comes to her opinion on romance and sexuality i've always gone back and forth. The closest I've come to is omnisexual and aromantic. I just see her being not that keen on being tied down romantically.

Shadow- Now for Shadow, of course he'd be somewhere on the spectrum of nonbinary. Heck I've even pictured him being possibly Intersex. They should have some more rep. <3 Meanwhile for sexuality Demisexual and Demiromantic feels the most right for him as of now. He'd need some time to open up in that sense, not feel much attraction until he's made a prior bond.

Omega- Agender. Bros a robot. Of course he has no gender. He'd def be firing flaming conffetti at pride though, let the bot celebrate in his own way. Violently.

Cream- Look, she's a lil tot. I don't really have much thoughts for her, as I don't really ship her with anyone, so I don't think about that sort of stuff. I do imagine no matter what she grows to be or identify with she is a strong ally and as long as your nice she supports you <3

Big- Big is such a tough one, I could see SO many fitting him... i've gone back and forth so many times. I've made him gay, ace, aroace, demi, pan and even gender wise he's just 'big' i could see him being super lax when it comes to gender. So it's kinda hard to label him... so far he kinda has to be unlabeled, he's just... Big. He's an ally for sure, but jeez for a fav of mine I can't really decide on what I wanna headcanon him as.

Vanilla- I know I could easily make her a straight ally but I like to see her as bisexual. Also I do see her being such a supportive figure to those, especially those without a mother. At parades she'd offer mother hugs and also give advice, snacks and water for those in the parade.

Vector- Vector's got a lot of options for me, I know most people ship him mostly with Vanilla but I like to play around with his orientation. I've gone back and forth between Polysexual or Ominisexual.

Espio- I like to think Espio gender wise might be genderfluid. i could him appearing more masculine one time, feminine another, and then androgynous another. He is a chameleon, his identity fluctuates as much as his skin. :p I can imagine him as a pansexual mess though, gender might not mean much to him but the minute he has an attraction. WELP GOOD LUCK TO HIM KEEPING HIS COOL. he can try but we all know how he really is behind that mask.

Charmy- Much like Cream, I haven't given him much thought. He is a kid after all. The only thought i've had is him being possibly a trans child but again i haven't really thought much about it. Sorry Charmy LOL

Blaze- I headcanon she's a lesbian. That's just me though. Probably doesn't help it's a flaming looking flag that is just a funny coicidence though LOL. I just see her liking girls but not being sure how to express her feelings.

Silver- he's always been hard to place at least with sexuality. Asexual feels right for him but when it comes to romance. I'm not sure... possibly gay? IDK... He's always been hard. Gender wise I feel demi-boy feels right. He/they pronouns for them.

Jet- I personally see him as a closeted gay. I know there are some fokls who'd likely disagree but this is just my own headcanon. Who knows maybe he needs to stretch out. But since I haven't really shipped him with any girls, nor have I had any ship that has made me wanna change that. I'll just stick with this for now. He likely just needs some time to explore his identity. But for now he's very tight-lipped and is likely not ready to confront it or come out. Maybe some day. (I just like making him a ball of insecurity and having him confront and deal with his issues. CHARACTER GROWTH FOR YOU BOY)

Wave- She's... hard. But what feels the most right to me is Demisexual, or even Ace. But is biromantic.

Storm- For a long time I wasn't sure how to label him. What feels the most right is pansexual. Another headcanon I have was kinda on accident though but I now kinda headcanon him as polyamorous. This mostly happened on accident due to how many poly's he's been included in fun lil au's of mine.

Nack- Gay. I have not really shipped him with any females so I just see him as a gay lil guy LOL i'm not sure if has anymore layers to his identity though, he might but I have not really explored his character in that sense.

Bark- Now originally, I wanted to say Gay... but tbh I kinda like omnisexual for him better. I can see him leaning towards men and masculine people far more, but the attraction for other genders is still there.

Bean- Hilariously I have not really explored Bean a lot, I've only shipped him with one person and that's a girl. But straight ally still doesn't feel right for him LOL i can see him exploring himself in the future though. but right now let him set off a bunch of rainbow smoke and confetti bombs.

Mighty- Gay. I've always headcanoned him being gay. That's just how I view him. i can see him being such a heavy ally though. He'd def paint his shell for fun of it and carry so many flags in support.

Ray- Like a lot of the other youths, I haven't given him much thought but... I have had an idea that's stuck with me although I don't know if anyone would really agree but idk. It's just an idea. I liked the idea of further along down the line Ray starts to explore his gender identity and perhaps feels happier appearing more feminine and even transitioning... Just the idea of Ray trying on a dress or skirt and being genuinely happy in just makes me happy to think about but I haven't explored this idea much further and I think i've only told one person.

And that's all the ones I had. Please don't take these too seriously. I know people can get so bent out of shape over headcanons... i'm not looking to cause arguements I just wanted to share my thoughts that I've had. Heck these could change even as most of the time i'ts hard for me to decide labels for characters, whether canon or my own. Keeping them unlabeled is just much easier.

Happy Pride Month everyone <3

[winchesterwild78]

Unspoken Words pt 5

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, other characters

Warnings: fluff, illness, mild language

A/N: Another collab story with @cheekygirl2309. This one is about a single mother with a nonverbal autistic daughter who loves Supernatural. The reader is going to a Supernatural Convention with her daughter and things unfold from there. The daughter character is near and dear to my heart. I have someone very close to me who is nonverbal, but he’s such an amazing kid. 

This chapter got a bit long, but it’s worth it. So much happens in this part. I think it’s one of my favorite parts so far. Enjoy. 

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is single in this story. 

All work is my own and @cheekygirl2309, don’t take it or use it as your own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated. 

Minors DNI 18+

The next morning we woke up in each other’s arms to the sounds of giggles coming from the foot of the bed. We looked up and saw Lily sitting on the floor, playing with her stuffies. She must have woken up and came into my room, but because Jensen was there she didn’t crawl in the bed like she typically does. 

Jensen smiled at me and I at him, “Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?” I snuggled closer in his arms, inhaling his scent and smiled, “Amazing.” “Good, me too.” He lifted my face and kissed my lips. 

Lily came around to my side of the bed and tugged on me. I turned towards her, Jensen’s arms still lazily lying around my waist. “Good morning, Lily. Are you hungry?” “Eat, please” I smiled, “Okay, baby. Let mommy get up and I’ll cook you something.”

I started to get out of the bed and Jensen pulled me back down. I fell back into him and laughed, “Jensen, I need to get up.” “Not yet, not until you give me a proper kiss.” 

I blushed, turned towards him and we kissed. All the unspoken love and the emotions from the past few days poured into the kiss. 

I climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen. I started the coffee pot and grabbed the bacon and eggs from the fridge. I pulled the toaster out from under the counter and when I got back up Jensen was standing behind me. 

I jumped, “Jeez, Jensen. You scared the heck out of me. You’re like a stealthy mouse.” He laughed, “They do call me squirrel.” He winked and grabbed a coffee cup. “Need some help, baby?” 

“Sure, if you want to start the bacon. Lily likes it crispy, but not too crispy.” He nodded and started cooking. The two of us moved around the kitchen like a synchronized dance. It felt perfect. 

The first batch of bacon was done and Jensen asked how it was. I grabbed a piece to test it, “Hmmm, I don’t know Ackles. I might have found something you’re not good at.” I ate the bacon and laughed. 

He knew I was joking. He grabbed me around my waist, and spun me around. “Oh really? If it’s that bad I guess I need to kiss the taste out of your mouth.” “Yes please, it’s horrible” I exaggerated my words. 

He started kissing my lips and then down my neck. The sound of our laughter and me squealing filled the kitchen. Without thinking I wiggled around and faced him, breathless I kissed his lips, “I love you.” 

I froze. “Jensen I’m sorry. It just came out.” He cupped my face, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay with it. I promise. I love seeing you happy.”

I looked at him and nodded. I am in love with him, and want to say it all the time, but I also don’t want to make him uncomfortable. 

We continued cooking, and Jensen kept up the playful banter. It helped and made me feel better. I really didn’t want a repeat of last night. When he finished the bacon I sent him to relax in the living room. 

Lily had moved to playing on the floor. Jensen sat on the couch and scrolled on his phone. I grabbed my phone to send Sarah a text and let her know what’s going on with me. 

Me: Hey girl! I have updates! How are you?

Sarah: Hey! I have updates too, you go first. How’s my Lily girl? How’s Jensen?

Me: She’s doing great. He stayed last night. We had sex, it was amazing..Like REALLY amazing, then I almost screwed it up and told him I loved him. 

Sarah: Wait, you what?! You told him you loved him?! That's huge girl? Did he say it back? What did he say? Oh, and girl I NEED details. 😉

Me: He didn’t say it back. In fact he left afterwards, but he came back. He said he was scared, and I understand. We talked when he came back and now we are making breakfast. So, how’s things going with Steve?

Sarah: Steve is great. Perfect gentleman and our date went great. We ended up back at his place. 

Me: Did you two have sex?! 👀

Sarah: No, not yet, but that’s partly because we didn’t have protection. 😂

Me: Girl….I don’t want a niece or nephew right now. You better be safe.

Sarah: Always. Give my love to Lily. I gotta run. Steve and I are heading into a store. Love you, Y/N.

Me: I will. Have fun, and I love you too. 

“Lily, go wash up. Breakfast is ready.” I called from the kitchen. Jensen stood and stretched. Revealing the bottom of his torso and showing me the soft skin of his navel. I bit my lip thinking about last night. My body still tingled. 

We sat down to eat and I noticed Lily was devouring her bacon. “Lily, honey. Is the bacon that good?” I chuckled. All she said was, “mmm”. 

“Well, baby, Jensen cooked it today. He did good, didn’t he?” 

Lily stopped eating, looked at her plate and then up at Jensen. She climbed out of her chair and walked over to him. 

She stood by his chair and he moved back a bit. Lily walked up to him, placed her hand on his chest and looked at him. I looked at Jensen and he looked at me. I’d never seen her do this before, so I was confused about what she was doing. 

With her hand on his chest, she looked up at him and said, “Love Jensen.” I gasped and so did he. He scooped her up and held her tightly. Kissing the top of her head. Tears fell heavy and fast from my eyes.

“Wow, looks like both my girls love me. I am one lucky man.” His eyes flicked to mine and then down at Lily. She snuggled into his arms, “I love you too, Lily, and (he turned towards me) I love you too.” 

My breath hitched. Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. She let him go and wiggled out of his arms, climbing back in her chair to finish eating. 

Jensen took the opportunity to walk over to me. He took my hands in his and pulled me up to him. “Jensen, you didn’t have to say it.” “I know, sweetheart. I wanted to, because I mean it. I love you and Lily so much. Being with you two is exactly where I’m supposed to be. I love you, Y/N. I’m still scared, but I know we are in this together.” 

A few tears slipped out and Jensen wiped them away with his thumb, “Don’t cry baby. Please. Hearing you say you love me last night and hearing that sweet girl say it made me realize just how precious and rare what we have is. I’m all in baby, for as long as you’ll have me. 

I leaned into his chest, “How does forever sound, Jens?” He chuckled, kissed the top of my head and whispered, “Perfect”. 

Jensen and I fell into a comfortable rhythm over the next few weeks. Lily talked some, but mostly around or to Jensen. 

I had just gotten home from work and Sarah was bringing Lily home later. I jumped in the shower and changed into something more comfortable. Steve and Jensen were coming over dinner and a movie night. Sarah and I were cooking and I was baking dessert. 

Sarah and Steve were spending more and more time together and I could tell she was completely smitten by Steve. I had already told him if he hurt her I would make sure he was never able to have children. Jensen roared when I told him that. Steve looked genuinely scared, Sarah was embarrassed. 

Dinner and the movie went great. Steve and Jensen chatted in the living room while Sarah and I went into the kitchen. Lily was in her favorite spot, on Jensen’s lap. 

“Y/N, Steve invited me back to his place tonight. I’m so nervous.” I smiled, “It’s going to be fine. Just make sure you do what you’re comfortable with, and don’t feel any pressure.” Steve said that too. It’s just been so long since I, well, you know. I don’t want to be bad at it and it ruins what Steve and I have.” “Sarah, I promise it won’t be bad. The first time with someone new is always awkward, but you two will figure it out.” We were hugging when Steve and Jensen walked in the room. “Wow, we let them out of our sight for one minute and we’re already been replaced.” Jensen said laughing. I playfully rolled my eyes, “Nobody can replace her.” I smirked and kissed his lips. 

Steve looked at Sarah, “Are you ready to head out?” He asked softly. She nodded and hugged me. When I pulled her close I whispered, “You’ve got this, and details later.” I squeezed her tight and let her go. 

After Steve and Sarah left Jensen and I snuggled on the couch. “She’s good for him, you know?” Jensen broke the silence. “I hope so. She’s like a sister to me. I can’t stand the thought of her being hurt.” 

Jensen turned me towards him, “Hey, baby. I promise. He was telling me tonight how much he really likes her. They were heading back to his place tonight. If I’m being honest I was surprised they hadn’t already had sex.” My eyes went wide, “What? Why?” Jensen chuckled, “Hey, relax. It’s not what you think. I just know how much Steve likes her.” 

“Well, she really likes him too. I hope tonight is great for both of them.” 

Jensen chuckled softly, “Well, maybe we should head to bed ourselves. I’ve got a couple ideas on how to make tonight great for both of us.” 

“Just a couple? You’re slipping Ackles.” He kissed me and pulled me to the bedroom. 

The next morning we woke up to Lily jumping on the bed. Jensen rolled over and moved so Lily could climb in between us. “Lily, baby. Mama needs more sleep. It’s too early.” “Mama, up.” 

I tried to pull the blanket over my head but she kept pulling it down. “Fine, I’m up.” Jensen chuckled and stretched. The three of us made our way out to the kitchen. 

Jensen made coffee while I fixed a bowl of cereal for Lily. I was about to ask Jensen what he wanted to eat, but he started coughing hard and I looked at him. “Are you okay?” I asked him. 

“Yeah, guess I have a little tickle in my throat.” He coughed again and my brow scrunched. 

I handed him a bottle of water and he nodded, drinking it. 

By the afternoon I could tell Jensen was feeling bad. 

“Jens, are you sure you’re okay? You look like you don’t feel good.” 

“Yeah. I am feeling a little bit bad. I’ll be fine.” 

“Jensen, I think you’re sick.” I took his temperature, much to his dismay and he had a fever. 

I grabbed him some medicine and some water. “You need to rest. Go to bed and I’ll be in there in a minute.” 

“Sweetheart, I should go home if I’m sick. Lily hasn’t been out of the hospital long. I don’t want to make her sick.” 

“You won’t. It’s my job to take care of you. I’d like to think I’m your girlfriend, even if we haven’t made it official.” 

Jensen smiled and cupped my face, “You’re definitely more than that, baby.” 

I smiled and kissed his forehead, “Good, now bed.” 

He smirked, “Yes ma’am.” Jensen crawled back in the bed and I went to check on Lily.

“Sweetie, Jensen isn’t feeling good so he’s in bed. We have to do our best to keep it down so he can rest.” 

Her eyes flicked up at me and filled with concern. She climbed off the couch and ran to my bedroom. 

“Lily, honey. Come back.” Before I could stop her she was standing in the bedroom. “Lily, come on. Let Jensen rest.” 

Tears filled her eyes. Jensen saw her and it broke his heart, “Hey baby girl. I’m okay. Just a little cold.” 

He held his arms out and pulled her in for a hug. She crawled on the bed and sat beside him. 

“Lily, come on.” I tried to get her to leave but she just snuggled down into the bed. 

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Jensen chuckled, “I can’t imagine where she got her stubborn streak from. She’s okay. I promise.” 

I sighed, “Fine Lily, but you have to let him sleep.” She giggled. “I knew you two were gonna be trouble together. She’s already got you wrapped around her little finger.” 

“Since the day we met, right Lily?” Jensen laughed wearily. 

I went back into the living room, grabbed her stuffies and other things. When I walked back into the room the two of them were watching Supernatural together. 

Lily kept looking at Dean on the tv and then back to Jensen. Her smile grew wide. 

“Of course you two are watching this.” I laughed as I handed Lily her things. 

“Do you need anything?” I asked as I placed my hand on Jensen’s forehead. 

“Maybe my other girl snuggled beside me too.” “As much as I’d love to, I need to clean the house and do some laundry. I’ll be back soon to check on you two. Holler if you need anything.” I placed a kiss on his forehead and left. 

A few hours later and 2 loads of laundry I snuck in to check on Jensen and Lily. I found them both asleep. Lily snuggled to Jensen and his arm draped over her. I couldn’t help but snap a picture. 

My heart was so full looking at them. I crept back to the living room and finished folding the laundry. 

Lily woke up and wiggled out from the bed and came into the room with me. 

“Hey baby. Did you have a good nap?” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom, pointing at Jensen. 

I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but I stepped closer to him. Soft snores left his slightly parted lips. 

Lily took my hand and placed it on Jensen. He was soaked. I knew what she was telling me. 

I picked her up and took her out of the room. “He’s okay baby. He’s sweating because his fever is gone. I promise he’s okay.” 

Lily stayed in the living room with me while Jensen slept. A few hours later he was awake and feeling a bit better. I told him what Lily did and he smiled. 

“Look at that. My Lily girl made the fever go away. Thank you baby girl.” 

She smiled. When he started coughing again she looked worried. 

Lily left the room quickly. “Wonder where she’s going.” I said. 

She came back with her moose and squirrel and handed them to Jensen. He smiled. “For me to get better?” She nodded. “Love dada.” 

I gasped. “Did she just..” my voice trailed off. Jensen smiled, “yeah she did.” 

“Jensen, I’m sorry. I…uh…” I started to panic. Everything was happening so fast I was afraid it would scare him off. 

“Hey, Y/N. Take a deep breath. It’s okay.” I took a deep, shaky breath. 

“Besides, I kinda like the sound of that.” 

Over the next week Jensen got better. He’d split his time between my house and his. We’d talked about Lily and I spending nights at his house so today the three of us were heading to pick out some things for Lily’s room at Jensen’s. He wanted her to be comfortable and was willing to get her whatever she wanted for her room. 

“Jensen, please don’t go overboard. She’ll be perfectly happy with a bed and dresser.” 

Jensen chuckled, “I promise I won’t go overboard.” He got a devilish look on his face and I knew I was in trouble. 

The three of us loaded up the car and Jensen headed towards the furniture store he frequented. 

Walking in I gasped softly. “Jensen, I can already tell this place is going to be out of my budget.” 

He stepped closer to me, “Not out of mine.” He kissed my lips and scooped Lily up and walked towards the kids section. 

I laughed, shook my head and followed them. A sales associate approached Jensen and I, “Is there anything particular you two are looking for?” She asked. 

Jensen pointed at Lily, “Whatever she wants.” She looked over at Lily and nodded. 

Lily walked around and Jensen was close by. I hung back and looked around too. I found a cute little bed, simple and perfect. Then I heard Lily squeal. 

My attention was instantly focused on her. She’d found a bed that looked like Cinderella’s carriage. There was a matching side table and dresser. The canopy sparkled under the showroom lights. 

The sales associate walked over and started talking to Jensen. “Seems like your little girl really likes this bed.” 

He chuckled then looked over at me then back to Lily. “Yeah. I think so too.” 

I stepped closer and I shook my head. “Jensen, this is too much. She doesn’t need a princess bed.” 

He walked over and sat beside her on the bed. “Yes she does, because she’s my princess. Isn’t that right Lily?” 

She snuggled close to him. “I’m going to lose this argument, aren’t I?” 

He nodded, “Yep.” 

I sighed and shook my head. “If you say so. I still think it’s too much.” 

He kissed my lips, “Nothing will ever be too much for her or you.” I smiled and kissed him back, “Just try not to spoil her too much.” “No promises, darlin’.” 

Jensen paid for the bedroom set, a new mattress and delivery. He ordered the full size bed instead of the twin because Lily loved snuggles and it’s easier with a bigger bed. 

Before we left a few fans approached him and he took pictures and signed autographs. 

This was the first time I’d been with him since the convention where he was noticed. 

Getting into the car Jensen took my hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I think that was a successful shopping trip, don’t you?” 

I nodded. He knew something was wrong. “Baby, you okay?” “Yeah, it’s still just strange being out in public with you and people approach you. I guess I need to get used to it. 

He nodded in understanding, “I know. It can be a bit much, but I’ll be by your side the whole time.” 

We pulled back up to Jensen’s house and went in. Lily ran to play in the living room while Jensen and I went to the room that was going to be Lily’s. 

“Jensen, this room is huge.” “Nothing but the best for my girl. So I’m thinking of an area rug so she’s not sitting directly on the floor. This floor gets chilly. I’ll take care of all of it. The bedroom set will be here in a few days, so I’ll get my designer here to pick out the rug and other things for the room.” 

I just smiled and nodded. I knew it was pointless to argue. I kissed his lips softly, “You’re amazing, you know that.” He smirked, “I’ve been told a time or two.” 

We cleaned out the room and as I was sweeping the floor Jensen’s phone rang. “Hey, I’ll be back. I’ve got to take this.” I nodded and kept cleaning. 

When he came back into the room he let out a deep sigh. “Hey, we need to talk.” 

I swallowed hard, my heart pounded in my chest, “Sure, what’s going on Jensen?” “Well, a couple of things actually. That was my manager. Apparently someone took pictures of us today and posted them online. Lily’s face was hidden, so that’s good, but your face was not.” 

“Oh, so is your manager telling you to break up with me?” Jensen’s eyes went wide, “What?! No, they just wanted to let me know and wanted to see if I wanted to make a statement about us. That’s what I wanted to ask you, if you were okay with going public or not yet.” 

I sighed and let out the breath I was holding. “Um, I’m okay with whatever you want to do Jensen. This is all so new to me. I don’t want to mess your job up, so I will let you decide. I’m okay with whatever you think is best.” 

“Well, going public or keeping our relationship to ourselves right now have their advantages and disadvantages. If we go public we don’t have to sneak around, but that means your face and name will be in public, and unfortunately at the mercy of some nasty people at times. If we keep this between us, then we continue to keep things private, so not going out as much, and your name stays out of public. If we keep things private that means I attend events and parties alone, and if I’m being honest I don’t want that.”

I took a deep breath, “Let’s do it, Jensen. Let’s go public. I’m terrified, but I know you’re going to be by my side the whole time.” Jensen stepped closer to me and pulled me close, his lips ghosting mine, “You better believe it. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“So, what was the other thing you wanted to talk to me about?” He took a shaky breath, “Well, they bumped up my shooting schedule for one of the series I’m working on. I have to leave next week for California.” 

My heart sank, I got so used to him being at home I almost forgot he worked away from home. “I get it, you’ve got to go when they want you to. Lily and I will miss you like crazy, but we’ll be here waiting for you. Just promise you’ll FaceTime us. I don’t know if I can go long without seeing your handsome face.”

He smiled at me, “Yeah, I promise. I’ll call and FaceTime every single day.” 

The two of us walked into the living room and found Lily coloring and drawing. “You know, the hardest part is going to be telling her you’re leaving. She might try to hide in your suitcase.” We both laughed, but I was worried about her. 

“Well, what if we don’t have to tell her I’m leaving?” I looked at him confused, “Jensen, she’s going to realize you’re gone. Even if she can’t talk she’s going to feel your absence.” “No, what I mean is why don’t you two go with me?” “What?” “Yeah, Y/N, you and Lily go to California with me. When I’m not on set the three of us can explore the area and I can take my girls out in LA.” 

“Really? You want us to go with you?” He nodded enthusiastically, “Yes!” “Well, I’d have to talk to my boss, but I don’t see why not. I think she’d love that. I know I would.” 

He pulled me flush to his body and kissed my lips, “I’d like it too, sweetheart.” 

The next few days we went about our normal lives. Jensen told his manager he was going to go public with our relationship, but he would do it his way. They agreed. Lily was sitting in between Jensen and I on the couch when there was a knock at the front door. 

I got up to answer it, looking out the peephole I gasped. Jensen was by my side quickly, “What’s wrong?” “Um, it’s David. Lily’s father.” 

“What the hell does he want?” “I don’t know. I haven't seen him since I found out I was pregnant. What should I do?” 

“Go ahead and open the door. I’m right here, baby.” I nodded and opened the door. He smirked when I opened the door, “Hey Y/N. Long time. What's it been, 7 years?” “David, what the hell are you doing here?” 

“Well, I saw you on Instagram. I see you went ahead and had the baby. I’m here to meet my daughter.” 

I scoffed, “Your daughter?!  Where the hell have you been the past 7 years of her life?! She’s not your daughter, she’s mine.” I practically growled. 

He looked past me and saw Lily on the couch, “Hey sweetie, it’s daddy. Why don’t you come say hello.” Lily wouldn’t look at him. 

Jensen stood between us, “I think you should leave.” “Who are you, pretty boy?” Jensen’s jaw tightened, “I’m the one that’s been here with Y/N and her daughter. Like I said, I think you should leave.” 

“Not happening until I meet my daughter.” “David, please leave. You’re going to upset Lily. She doesn’t do well with strangers. If you even care about her a little bit you’ll leave.” 

“What do you mean she doesn’t do well around strangers? I’m not a stranger. I’m her father. Lily, come here baby. Come to daddy.” 

I could see Jensen’s jaw get tighter. Lily ran to Jensen’s leg and grabbed him. “Dada up.” 

David looked at me and then Jensen, “What’s wrong with her?” “She’s autistic, David and doesn’t talk much. Please leave.” 

“Wow, what did you do to her that caused this?” Tears fell from my eyes, “I didn’t do anything, she was born this way you asshole.” 

Lily buried her face in Jensen’s neck and clung tightly to him. Jensen stepped between David and I, “Let me ask you something. If you're her father then tell me when is her birthday? What about her favorite TV show, color? How does she like her bacon? What’s her favorite stuffy? A REAL father would be able to answer all of that. You aren’t her father, you’re just the man who knocked up her mother and then left. Now, I’m not going to ask you again to leave.” 

David scoffed, “You know what, you can have both of them. I never wanted her and she’s just an easy lay. Good luck with her.” He turned on his heels and walked away. 

I closed the door and let out the breath I was holding and the tears fell. Lily clung to Jensen, “My daddy.” “Yes, baby. I’m your daddy and I love you beyond the stars.” 

“Speaking of which, Y/N, let’s make that announcement now. I’m ready if you are.” I nodded. He picked a picture he took of us, both of us looking at the camera and smiling, and another picture of us kissing. “Are these two okay with you?” I smiled and nodded, “Perfect, Jensen.” 

He posted both photos to Instagram, tagging me, and captioned it with: I can’t believe I get to call you mine. I love you beyond the stars, Y/N. Now and forever. 🥰 💗

When my phone went off I smiled and commented: “You better believe it. Now and forever, Jens.” 

He smiled, looked at me and kissed my lips. “There, now there is no mistaking who my heart belongs to. I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Jensen.” 

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[ahedderick]

Broken, continued

A couple of months ago I decided to make a list of broken things (that we could, possibly, fix) both on our farm and Home Farm. I used red paper and a big Sharpie, and it got depressingly long. I was going to give it to my husband, but decided that that would come across as critical and he would likely get mad about it. I left it sitting with some other paperwork. Occasionally adding to it, as I remembered things.

About two weeks ago he saw it sitting there (because I did do a bunch of cleanup myself, and the paperwork pile got Much Smaller lol). He picked it up and found it very useful, possibly because he found it instead of me giving it to him.

Since then he has knocked quite a few things off the list, including a few things I hadn't even thought to put on there. The Toyota is running again (and de-snaked), the small tractor's tire is fixed, I could go on.

One of the more troubling things on the list was our windows. We did one hellacious summer of home reno back in 1999. We were both working full time, but also did blow-in insulation, all new windows/doors, (pink) foam-board insulation, and siding. Damned near killed us both.

It was a huge improvement to the house. However, the windows have not aged well. At this point, many of them have broken latches, cracked glass, open stiffly or not at all, or refuse to close once they are open.

Yesterday he got a spray can of lubricant that he thought would at least fix the ones that open and close stiffly. We moved furniture and plants (so many plants!) out of the way and worked on a sample of three windows. It did seem to make a noticeable difference. Also, now I can clean those windows - which I was unable to (safely) do for a couple years when they were so stiff and contrary to move!

Not just cleaning the glass, although that was certainly needed. The sill between the glass and the screen gets dirty as heck, and every bug seems determined to get in there somehow (?) and die. What a mess.

One is braced with wood because the top part won't stay up; several others have broken latches. It's distressing.

So far we have done about half of them. We're doing a few at a time, then I clean them. The ones on the back of the house have algae growing on the sill (oh, jeez). Homeownership. Has its ups and downs.

[likablemuffin]

Flustered Donnie? Flustered Donnie.

(From: Random ROTTMNT oneshots, requested story)

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Y/n was casually chilling in their room scrolling aimlessly on TikTok, when they got a text message from Raph.

Interesting. Raph didn't usually text them. They click on the text message.

PIZZAPIGEON: hey Y/n I need you to come and get donnie out of his lab hes been in it for like 3 days

N/n: what

PIZZAPIGEON: yea so could you come pls? He wont listen to any of us.

N/n: aight on my way

Y/n turns off their phone and puts it down so they can get ready. Once they finish, they grab up their phone again and head out the door, ready to beat some sense into this adorable purple nerd.

When they enter the lair, there doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. 

Leo is playing on his phone, Mikey is drawing, and Raph...oh. Well, Raph is the only one who's not normal.

He's pacing around, looking worried, while continually glancing at his phone. When he notices Y/n entering, he instantly breathes a sigh of relief and walks up to them. "Oh, Y/n thank goodness you're here! Donnie has been in his lab for ages, and none of us can get him out!"

Y/n looks up to Donnie's lab and then back to a worried Raph. "Alright. I go get him big guy, don't you worry." Raph breathes a sigh of relief as Y/n rolls up their sleeves and heads off to Donnie's lab.

When Y/n enters Donnie's lab, they can tell Donnie hasn't been out in a while. It's super messy, with blankets lying everywhere, dirty hoodies, pieces of scrap metal, some wires... yeah and on top of all that, it smells...musty is the best way to describe it. (Dang, Donnie really needs some windows in here.)

Donnie doesn't even hear Y/n enter. He's too busy on his invention. Y/n's eye twitches as they entered into the lab pretty loud so that Donnie would hear them. So the only logical thing to do was to obviously...

Go back outside, close the door, slam it open, and claim that they are here to fucking END HIM.

So they did.

They quietly close the door and take a deep breath...and then- SLAM THE DOOR OPEN AS LOUD AS THEY POSSIBLY CAN, CAUSING DONNIE TO JUMP OUT OF HIS SEAT LIKE A CAT (Wait, that was so cute, what the-) AND SAY, "I AM HERE, BITCH."

Donnie scrambles to get off of the floor that he ultimately fell on and puts his headphones back on. "Jeez- Y/n what the heck!!" Y/n chuckles. "You have been stuck in here for FAR too long, and I have been requested to get you out and make you EAT SOMETHING." Donnie almost looks insulted. "I appreciate the idea Y/N, but I am far too busy right now to do anything of the sort."

Y/n snorts. "Like eating? What the heck do you mean?! You can't just not have time to eat! Come on, we're going to go get you something. 

Donnie struggles to get off of the floor, which only helps to prove Y/n's point that he needs to eat something. He can barely stand for crying out loud. "My dearest Y/n I would rather not eat as of right now. I will eat later." Y/n crosses their arms and rolls their eyes. "Oh yeah? And how is that going to turn out? You're going to forget."

Donnie rolls his eyes and uses his chair as a support. "No, I will not." Y/n squints their eyes at Donnie and then walks up to him. They stare right into his eyes. Donnie looks around. "Uhh...yes?" Y/n shrugs and, with surprising ease, picks up Donnie bridal style. Donnie was about to say something, but Y/n can tell that he was too flustered to get any words out.

Y/n huffs in triumph and carries him down the stairs and into the kitchen. Once they are there, Y/n puts Donnie on the counter and goes to grab him something to eat. Donnie still hasn't said anything and still seems to be comprehending what just happened.

Eventually, Y/n grabs some water and an apple and hands them to Donnie. Donnie slowly takes them and stares at them in his hands. Y/n squints their eyes at him, waiting for him to eat. Finally, Donnie takes a bite out of the apple, to which Y/n smiles and puts their hands on their hips. After Donnie finishes the apple, Y/n turns to leave.

"Welp. My work here is done. Don't forget to drink the water, or else I'll come back to haunt you." Donnie still doesn't say anything and just stares at Y/n and nods before going back to looking at the water in the cup he's holding. Y/n hums proudly and leaves.

A few minutes later, Leo pokes his head around the corner and says in a sing-song voice, "Ooooo, Dee's got a crushhh!!" 

Donnie's head instantly snaps up, and his face is showing a very nice rosy hue. "I do not!" Leo giggles from his spot behind the wall (coward). "Yes you dooo!" Donnie growls and quickly chugs the water before jumping off of the counter and rushing at Leo. "GET OVER HERE, YOU INSUFFERABLE BITCH!!" Leo squeaks in fright at Donnie charging at him and scurries out of the way just in time.

"I WILL END YOU!!" Leo screams as Donnie chases after him, and his screams can be heard throughout the whole lair. 

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[c1nnamonst1cks]

THE SPITTING IMAGE OF HIM

SATORU GOJO || GIRL DAD AU || ft. Female Child y/n, Girl Dad AU, ANGST(?) || Biological ver.

The front door creaked nosily, loud footsteps emerging from the outside which was pouring painfully that some water got on the floor. You whipped her head around, your eyes brightening with delight and relief, he was supposed to be home by 3. On the dot in your eyes. "Papa!" You jumped off the couch, stumbling a bit before charging towards your tall father as fast as your little legs could carry you "Papa!!" You instantly wrap your arms around your parent's lankly legs. He stumbled backwards a bit, a weak but soft chuckle escaping his lips "Ha, Y/n! Isn't it pass your curfew, young lady?" He teased. "I barely have any time with you," You murmured, letting go of him and craning your neck to take a great look at him. "Honey, y'know how serious my work is." Satoru huffed as he awkwardly squatted near your height "Aren't you tired?". You shook her head with a determined and stubborn facial expression; you were a bit tired; You're ruining your proper sleep schedule like this. You'll probably even fall asleep in class! Oh well. Satoru slowly shifted his blindfold up to his forehead, pulling his silver hair back even more "Sure you're not lying to your old man, are ya?" He asked, arching a eyebrow "Mm-hm." You hummed with a sheepish smile Gojo laughed. His heartfelt laughter filling up the hallway, it startled you a bit; made you jump a little too. He cleared his throat "Well, since I am here, wanna head to bed?" Your eyes widened. No. Heck's no! Why dream of food you can't consume half of and unicorns, when you can hear about your dad's crazy curse spirit stories while eating mochi and cookies? "Pftt." Satoru snickered "Don't worry, I'll tell you what happened today when we hit the hay, kay?" In a quick and swift movement, your father picked your petite body in his right arm, took off his boots and made his way upstairs into your bedroom. Your room was covered in scribbles of your so called "drawings" of the things in your dreams, your desires, and you and your dad. Fairy lights brighten up a trim of the room of each room, posters of My Little Pony, Sonic, The Magic School Bus, and a fan favorite, Spongebob SquarePants. In the corner, was her twin sized bed with zigzag blankets and pillows. Satoru finally reached your bed, gently moving the covers to insert you in underneath. He wrapped your thick blankets around you, the warmth radiating into your skin that contrasts from the winter air. You glanced at the wooden picture frame on the drawer beside you. It had you, a few years younger, a traditional kimono with pink daises crafted onto it, dorkishly cheesing to the camera. Your father wore a white and blue Montsuki Hakama, a heartfelt smile on his face. On the left of you stood your..mother. Your other parental guardian had long silky hair tied back in a messy bun, wearing a shiro- muku, her sweet smile going up to her creased brown eyes Jeez..It's been a while since you looked at this photo. You even fogot what your mom even looked like. Though the memories were slowly flooding back to you. You were just a plan b prodigy, though you weren't supposed to be a female. An almighty and strong man was the ideal for you. Which led to problems between your parents, the reason why Satoru left it all behind; your tiny hand intertwined with his the whole way. "Y/n." Satoru's soft and charming voice broke your racing thoughts, and your head snapped towards him, "You good?" He placed his much larger hand ontop of your head, his diamond eyes staring into your large and adorable sapphire ones. You gently nodded, letting out a hum. "If you say so." "Now, about that story,"

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter 102

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

Tonight I vibe with a pot of Oolong and chapter 102.

I have been working for 15 days straight and my body i feeling it lol. I am fairly certain I will be taking a sick day tomorrow for my mental health and wellness <3

(I promise I am okay, just very tired pals- it's been busy as heck)

For now, we turn to escapism with chapter 102!

Get him Hua Cheng <3 help this guy :( p285

Wait, does Hua Cheng really have no name at this point? I suppose he didn't get it until his supreme status (?) p286

"I swear to die following your highness" p287

The art! :) sad as hell but visually stunning depiction. p288

Question though: why was lang ying expecting to see white no face? p291 (I figured this out later- i confused him with someone else LMAO and I did remember the entire situation in xianle with him).

This is the worst! Human face disease keeps popping up and I hate it. How did he think that was his wife and kid on his body? He just let an evil as fuck ghost manipulate him into using himself as a vessel p293

Jeeze. Xie Lian on a quest for vengeance- thwarted absolutely. The bro he was going to kill just died in his arms after thanking him. p295

oh damn. He really just took care of all of Yong'An. p297

Bless Hua Cheng

He's over here doing all of the dirty work to limit the impact of Xie Lian's actions later. He's been taking care of him for so long and he didn't even realize it :'(

[percysfirstwife]

Small part 1

Read if ur bored ig.

This idea was mine do not steal it, I’ve been working on this since 9am and been planning if, if you see any post like this please make sure it’s nobody copying me.

Here…

NSFW IN PART 2…

Okay, so, like, things have been INSANE lately. And not the "fighting-monsters-in-Central-Park-at-3am" kind of insane, which, let's be honest, is pretty much Tuesday for me. This is a whole different level of pants-wetting, soul-searching, "I-think-I-might-actually-vomit-rainbows" insane.

It all started, predictably, with Malika.

Malika Rainey Raynor. Daughter of Aphrodite. December baby. My girlfriend. My everything. And, okay, maybe I'm a little biased, but she's the goddess-level gorgeous. Like, stop-traffic, make-Poseidon-jealous-of-my-good-fortune gorgeous. We’ve been together for, jeez, almost two years now? Time flies when you're dating a Demigod. Esp the one who can make u drool in a second.

And yeah, sure, being Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, I’ve seen some things. I’ve fought Titans, walked through Tartarus (don't ask), and generally had a childhood that would give any therapist a permanent case of the shakes. But NOTHING prepared me for this.

I walk into our cabin at Camp Half-Blood (yeah, we have one together now, sue me, I’m a sap) and the air is thick. Not with humidity, which is usually the case in Long Island in August. No, this is thick with emotion. The kind of emotion that hits you like a tidal wave, leaves you sputtering and wondering what the heck just happened.

Malika’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to me. Usually, she greets me with like, the world's biggest smile, or a running jump hug that almost knocks me over. It's usually her favorite thing to do. Today? Nothing. Just this stiff, tense posture.

"Hey," I say, trying to sound casual, like I haven't been mentally fighting off a rogue hellhound all afternoon. "What's up?"

Silence.

I creep closer. She’s got her hands clasped in her lap, and I can see her shoulders shaking a little. Okay, this is officially Code Red.

"Malika?" I ask, my voice dropping to a whisper. I reach out and gently touch her shoulder. She flinches.

Then, she turns.

Her eyes. Dude, her eyes are red and puffy, like she’s been crying for hours. And in her hand? She’s clutching something. Something small, white, and plastic.

I recognize it instantly.

A pregnancy test.

My stomach does a slow roll. Like, ocean-liner-turning-in-the-middle-of-the-Atlantic slow roll.

My birthday was just last week. I turned eighteen. Malika's still seventeen, a few months shy of blowing out the candles. Eighteen is young enough as is, but she is still a baby.

Suddenly, I can't breathe. The cabin walls feel like they're closing in. The posters of the ocean I put up (because, you know, themes) are mocking me. The scent of saltwater from the sea breeze coming through the window suddenly feels suffocating.

She doesn't say anything. She just looks at me, her beautiful face etched with a mixture of fear and… is that hope? I can't tell. I'm too busy trying to process the fact that the universe might just have thrown me the mother of all curveballs.

I swallow, trying to find my voice. "Malika… is that…" I can't even finish the sentence.

She nods, once. Her lower lip trembles.

"I… I took it this morning," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "It… it was positive."

Positive.

Like, two pink lines levels of positive.

Positive as in, holy-Poseidon-I-think-I'm-going-to-faint positive.

The room starts to spin. I feel like I'm underwater, everything muffled and distorted. My ears are ringing. I can feel my face burning.

Me? A dad? Malika, still a kid herself, a mom?

This is not how I pictured my post-monster-fighting life. This is not how she pictured her life. We were supposed to graduate, go to college (maybe), figure out what we wanted to do with our lives. Not… this.

I look at Malika, really look at her. Through the tears, through the fear, I see something else. A vulnerability that cracks me right open. She's scared. More scared than I've ever seen her. And I realize, in that moment, that my own fear doesn't matter.

She's the one holding the weight of this. She's the one whose body is changing. She's the one who's going to have to make some seriously tough choices.

And I? I'm going to be there. No matter what.

I kneel down in front of her, take her hands in mine. Her skin is ice-cold.

"Hey," I say, my voice still shaky, but stronger now. "Hey, look at me."

She meets my gaze, her eyes swimming with tears.

"It's going to be okay," I say, and God, I hope I'm right. "We're going to figure this out. Together."

I pull her into a hug, hold her tight. She sobs against my chest, and I just hold her, letting her cry. For now, that's all I can do.

But in the back of my mind, a million thoughts are racing. How are we going to tell our parents? What about school? What about everything?

But beneath the fear, beneath the panic, something else is stirring. A protectiveness. A sense of responsibility. And, dare I even think it? A tiny flicker of… excitement?

This is insane. Utterly, completely insane.

But it's our insane.

And somehow, I know, we'll get through it.

Together.

I just hope Poseidon's got my back on this one. Because I think I'm going to need all the help I can get.

The next morning, I wake up before her. She’s curled up beside me, her lashes wet from crying herself to sleep, face half-hidden in the pillow, hair like a storm of midnight tumbling across her back and down to her thighs. I can see the slope of her shoulder, the way the early light touches her skin—olive-gold, like sunlight over sand.

And I swear to the gods, I’ve never loved her more.

There’s a weight pressing against my chest. Not fear this time. Not really. It’s more like awe. Like standing at the edge of the ocean and realizing just how deep it goes. She’s here. She’s real. And inside her, maybe—maybe—someone else is, too.

That thought makes my head spin again, but not in the same way. Not the panic spiral from last night. Something softer now. Warming. Expanding.

I reach out, brushing my thumb along her jaw. Her lips part a little, like she knows it’s me. I think of all the nights we laid here, tangled up in each other, laughing about the future like we could outpace it.

Guess it caught up.

And now?

Now she might be carrying my kid.

My throat closes. I think of Mom, of Paul, of how they looked at me with this mix of pride and eternal worry. I think of Poseidon, the dad who literally left me in a cradle at the top of an apartment building and dipped. And I think—I can’t do that. I won’t.

If this is happening… I’ll be better. I’ll be here.

Malika stirs. Her eyes flutter open, those honey-colored orbs catching the light like literal magic. She blinks up at me like she’s still dreaming.

“Percy,” she whispers.

I kiss her forehead. “Yeah, baby.”

There’s a pause.

“Did you sleep?”

“Barely,” I say. “You?”

She shakes her head. “My head won’t shut up.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Another pause. She looks down. “I don’t know where to start.”

My fingers find hers beneath the blankets. “Start with this: I’m not going anywhere.”

Her lip quivers again. I see that flash of pain behind her eyes, that fear she’s too proud to name.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she says quietly.

“I know.”

“I’m scared,” she admits.

And it breaks me. It breaks me.

I pull her close, like I could shield her from the whole world with just my arms. “You don’t have to do this alone. Whatever happens… whatever you decide… I’ve got you. Always.”

Tears spill from her eyes, silent and shining. But she nods, presses her face into my chest like she’s breathing in the promise.

And maybe for the first time since all this started, I feel like we might actually be okay.

Because it’s not just about gods or fate or monster blood anymore.

It’s about her. Us. This tiny, terrifying thing we might be building. A life.

And I swear on the River Styx—I’ll fight the whole damn world to keep it safe.

Even if that means fighting myself.

For the first time in years, I actually felt like maybe I couldn’t breathe underwater.

I mean, not literally. Physically I was fine. But mentally?

I was drowning.

I left the cabin to give Malika space. She said she needed a minute, and I nodded, but the second I stepped outside, the air felt too sharp, too real. The camp was normal. Kids were laughing by the armory, some Apollo kid was tuning his guitar on the porch, and there I was—Percy Jackson, breathing disaster in human form.

I couldn’t talk to Chiron. I couldn’t talk to Annabeth.

I couldn’t even look at the water.

What if I screw this up? What if I already have?

What if she decides she can’t do this with me?

What if this kid never gets to have a dad who knows what he’s doing?

I end up pacing the beach until my feet are buried in sand and my heart’s racing like I’ve been chased by a hydra. It’s not even been twenty-four hours and already my brain’s throwing every worst-case scenario at me like it's trying to break me.

And it’s working.

I sit down hard, head in my hands, trying to breathe, trying not to fall apart when—

“Percy?”

I look up.

Sally.

My mom. Somehow, impossibly, standing right there in the sand like a miracle or a threat or maybe both.

“Chiron called me,” she says gently, crouching down beside me. “Said you looked like you’d seen a ghost.”

I laugh—sharp, bitter. “Worse.”

She brushes hair from my forehead, just like she used to when I was little. “Tell me.”

And I do. Everything. I don’t even mean to, it just spills. The test. Malika. Her tears. The weight I feel like I’m too young to carry. The fear that I’ll never be enough. That I’ll become my father.

I can’t even look at her when I finish.

But she doesn’t speak right away. She pulls me into a hug instead—tight, warm, mom—and I cry. I haven’t cried like this in years. Maybe not since I came back from Tartarus. And even then, it didn’t feel like this.

“I don’t know what to do,” I choke out. “She’s seventeen. She’s scared. I’m scared. What if I ruin this?”

She pulls back just enough to look me in the eye.

“Sweetheart,” she says, voice soft but steady, “you won’t ruin anything if you love her. If you show up. Every single day. You’re not your father, Percy. You’ve already broken that cycle.”

“But what if I mess up?”

“You will. You’re human. That’s how we learn. But love doesn’t have to be perfect to be real.”

I nod, but it barely sinks in. Until she says:

“Does Malika know you love her? That you want this baby, even if it’s terrifying?”

And the truth is—

I haven’t said it. Not in those words.

Because I’ve been too busy panicking to realize it’s already true.

I do want this.

I want them.

All of it.

That night, I go back to the cabin.

She’s lying on the bed, facing the wall. Her hair spills over the pillow like ink in water, and she’s curled in on herself like she’s trying to disappear.

“Malika,” I say, voice shaking.

She doesn’t move.

I walk over, sit on the edge of the bed, and for a second I just watch her. Breathe.

“I talked to my mom,” I say. “And I… I think I’ve been trying so hard to not fall apart, I forgot to tell you the truth.”

Slowly, she turns to face me.

Her eyes—red again. Quiet.

“I love you,” I whisper. “I love you so much it actually hurts, and I want this with you. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s ours.”

She blinks. “Percy…”

“I don’t care how young we are, or how scared I am. I will fight monsters, prophecies, gods—anything—for you. And for this kid. You’re not alone. Not for a single second.”

She doesn’t cry this time.

She launches herself into my arms.

And the way she sobs into my shirt? It’s not broken. It’s relieved. Like she’s been holding her breath for hours and can finally exhale.

We stay like that for minutes. Hours. I don’t know.

But I know this:

When she finally pulls back, hands resting on her flat stomach, and whispers, “They’re really in there, huh?”—I press my hand over hers and smile.

“Yeah,” I say. “They really are.”

She laughs, all soft and cracked and beautiful.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, the fear fades.

Because we’re not just kids anymore.

We’re a family.

———

The waiting room is too quiet.

Like, eerie-quest-silence-before-a-monster-jumps-out quiet. Which is wild, because we’re not in a dungeon. We’re in a prenatal clinic.

A real one. With real fluorescent lights, and tiny potted plants, and a water cooler that hums like it’s mocking me. There’s a stack of parenting magazines on the table in front of us. One of them says “10 Signs You’re Ready For Baby!” in big cheerful letters.

I nearly throw it across the room.

Because I’m not ready.

Neither of us are.

Malika’s beside me, legs crossed, her fingers twitching against her thigh. She’s wearing one of my hoodies—it swallows her whole, and I want to tell her how cute she looks, how even when she’s nervous she still looks like someone carved her from sunlight and rose petals. But I don’t. Because she’s staring at the floor like if she moves, she might shatter.

Instead, I slide my hand into hers.

She doesn’t look at me. Just squeezes. Hard.

The nurse finally calls her name, and she flinches.

And then we’re moving. Down this hallway with too-bright lights and posters about folic acid. Into a room that smells like antiseptic and cotton.

“Hop up on the table,” the tech says, way too chipper for my taste. “We’ll take a peek at the little peanut, okay?”

Peanut.

Oh gods.

That’s our kid she’s talking about.

Malika lies back, her shirt pulled up to reveal a still-flat belly. The tech puts cold gel on her stomach, and she gasps. I squeeze her hand tighter. She doesn’t let go.

And then—there’s this static noise. Like radio fuzz. The screen next to to us flickers to life.

And there.

There.

A shape.

A tiny, fluttering, real shape.

My throat closes up.

The tech moves the probe a little. Adjusts the screen. And suddenly—there it is.

This tiny bean, floating in a world of shadows. No face yet. No real features.

But it’s moving.

And it has a heartbeat.

A heartbeat.

The sound fills the room—fast, galloping, alive. Like a drum against the quiet. Like the world telling me, This is real. This is happening. This is yours.

Malika gasps. Her other hand flies to her mouth.

She starts crying.

And I—I’m already crying.

Because that sound? That sound is the most powerful thing I’ve ever heard. Louder than Zeus’s thunder, deeper than Poseidon’s waves. It’s ours.

And suddenly I get it.

Why people change their lives for this. Why they sacrifice everything.

Because in that moment, watching that little flicker of a person on the screen, I would have sworn to Olympus itself I’d burn down the world for them.

Malika turns to me, tears streaking down her cheeks.

“I didn’t think I’d feel it like this,” she whispers. “It’s like… they’re real now.”

I nod. I can’t even speak. I just rest my forehead against hers and breathe.

And for once, the world outside stops spinning.

There’s no war.

No monsters.

No gods watching from above.

Just us.

Two scared kids.

And the tiniest heartbeat that already owns us both…

Month Two.

Malika throws up every morning like clockwork.

It’s not cute. It’s violent. Like her body is still protesting the idea of being a home to someone else.

She curls up on the bathroom floor afterward, clutching my hand with clammy fingers, hair stuck to her face. “This is the worst, Percy,” she groans, tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes.

And all I can do is sit there with her, back against the wall, brushing her hair out of her face, whispering, “I know, baby. I know,” and feeling completely useless.

I start learning things. Real, human things. Like how ginger helps nausea. That she suddenly hates the smell of strawberries even though they used to be her favorite. That she likes her grilled cheese burnt now. That her body isn’t just hers anymore, and I have to relearn it with her—gently. Without fear.

I tell no one. Not yet.

Because she’s not ready.

Because it’s hers to tell.

Month Three.

We tell Chiron.

He’s quiet for a long time. His eyebrows knit together like he’s trying to calculate a prophecy we don’t know about yet.

“You’re both very young,” he says finally.

“Yeah,” I say. “But we’re in it. All the way.”

Malika holds my hand the whole time. Doesn’t speak. But afterward, when we’re walking away from the Big House, she says in the smallest voice:

“Do you think he’s disappointed?”

“No,” I say. “I think he’s scared. Just like we are.”

But we both know he’ll still go to bat for us. He’s Chiron. He doesn’t stop believing in kids—especially the reckless ones.

Month Four.

Her bump starts to show.

Barely. But I notice.

And so does Clarisse.

She’s the first camper to say anything out loud, of course.

“Yo, Jackson,” she snorts, “you knocked her up? Way to break the stereotype of dumb sea spawn.”

I see red.

Before I can even open my mouth, Malika beats me to it. Calm. Sharp. So venomous she could’ve been a daughter of Ares.

“You should really be more worried about your own bloodline, Clarisse. Don’t you have a tradition to uphold? Like, dying tragically and alone?”

Clarisse shuts up.

That night, I kiss Malika so hard she forgets what she was mad about. And when I rest my hand on the small swell of her belly, she whispers, “They kicked today.”

And I feel it.

Just the faintest flutter beneath her skin.

It feels like hope.

Month Five.

We find out it’s a girl.

She laughs and cries at the same time. The nurse gives us a little printout of the sonogram, and she tapes it to the inside of her journal like it’s sacred.

I catch her talking to her bump sometimes. Soft, giggly whispers about how the world is wild, but she’s gonna have the best dad ever, even if he smells like ocean and danger.

And I? I cry when I’m alone.

Not out of fear this time.

But because I already love her. This tiny girl I’ve never met. I want to be her ocean. Her anchor. Her dumb, protective dad with a sword and a six-pack of Capri Suns in a cooler bag.

I want to build her a world where she’s safe.

Month Six.

She gets scared.

There’s a moment. A bad nightmare. She wakes up screaming, gasping, clutching her stomach and sobbing, “I can’t do this—I can’t lose her.”

And I hold her, all night, whispering, “She’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

And I mean it.

I would raze Olympus for her.

For both of them.

Month Seven.

Camp finds out.

Not from us. Some Hermes kid overheard. It spreads like fire.

And suddenly, we’re talked about. Stared at. Half the camp is sympathetic. Half whispers behind our backs.

But then Annabeth walks right into the pavilion, throws her arm around Malika’s shoulders and says, “She’s going to be the best mom to a girl who’s going to make the gods tremble.”

And just like that, it changes.

They start to root for us.

Start to help.

Even Clarisse brings her protein bars and says, “Babies need muscle too.”

I watch Malika glow—not the Aphrodite kind of glow, but the real, earthy, human kind. The kind of glow you get from surviving storms and still being soft.

Month Eight.

We dance.

There’s a bonfire at camp. It’s late. Everyone’s laughing, but we’re slow dancing off to the side. No music. Just the sound of waves.

My hand on her belly. Her hand on my heart.

She whispers, “We’re so young.”

And I whisper back, “Yeah. But we’ve already lived a thousand lives.”

She laughs. “Do you think she’ll have your eyes?”

“I hope she has your heart.”

She leans in. Kisses me slow.

“I hope she never has to fight monsters.”

“I hope she never fights alone.”.

Part 6:

We had a plan.

Not, like, a great plan—we're teenagers, let’s not get wild—but there was a plan.

Month nine. Maybe a midwife at camp. Maybe Sally drives us to the hospital. Maybe a name by then. Maybe time.

But the universe has always had other ideas for me.

It’s two in the morning when I feel Malika sit bolt upright next to me. I’m out before I’m even awake—sword half-summoned, heart hammering like I’m about to fight a chimera in my boxers.

But it’s not a monster.

It’s her.

And she’s shaking.

“Percy,” she whispers. Her voice cracks. “Percy, I think—something’s happening. I—”

Then she gasps. A real gasp. Not pain. Not yet.

Just wetness.

She looks down. Eyes wide. Horror-struck.

“Oh my gods.”

And that’s when I realize.

It’s not sweat. It’s not a nightmare.

Her water just broke.

Eight and a half months.

Too early.

“Okay, okay,” I’m saying, too fast, grabbing her hands, grabbing the bag we prepped but never zipped because we didn’t think it’d happen yet. “Okay. Hospital. Sally. Chiron. Do we call someone? Should I carry you? Gods, should I get Annabeth?!”

“Percy.” Her voice is sharp.

I stop.

She’s breathing like a soldier. Hands gripping her thighs. “It’s too early.”

“I know,” I say, dropping to my knees in front of her. “But we’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay. She’s just—impatient. She gets it from you.”

“Percy.”

And then the pain hits.

She doubles over, groaning through gritted teeth, and I feel helpless in a way I never have before. I’d rather face a dozen hydras. At least I can fight those.

But this?

All I can do is hold her.

And get her to the car.

Sally’s driving. Like, driving. My mom’s always been the definition of calm in chaos—but tonight? She’s tearing down the highway with one hand on the wheel and the other dialing the hospital.

Malika’s in the back seat. Her head’s in my lap. She’s not crying—but gods, she’s close.

I’m stroking her hair, whispering anything I can think of: sea metaphors, inside jokes, promises I hope I can keep.

She’s whispering something back.

“I don’t want her to be small,” she says, over and over. “I don’t want her lungs to be weak. Percy, what if she can’t—what if she doesn’t make it—what if I’m not enough?”

“Hey,” I say, my hand finding hers. “You’re everything. You are home. And she’s gonna feel that. From the second she breathes.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. “But it’s too soon.”

“I know,” I say. “But she’s not alone. She’s got you. And me. And the whole damn ocean if she needs it.”

Sally swerves into the ER like a hero with a minivan.

The hospital is too bright. Too sterile. Too fast.

Malika’s wheeled away.

I’m given scrubs. My hands shake as I tie the knot.

They ask me if I want to be in the room.

I say, “There’s no place else I’d ever be.”

I walk in and she’s already sweating, clinging to the rails of the hospital bed like it’s the only thing anchoring her to this world. A nurse is telling her to breathe. A doctor is checking numbers on a screen that mean everything and nothing to me.

I walk to her. Take her hand.

“I’m here.”

Her eyes flutter open. She gives me this look.

“I love you,” she says, voice hoarse. “If I don’t—if she doesn’t—”

“Don’t,” I cut in. “Don’t say it. She will. You will.”

“I’m scared.”

“Me too,” I whisper. “But I’ve never believed in anything like I believe in you.”

She sobs. But she holds on.

To me. To the moment. To life.

The rest is chaos.

Sweat. Screams. Nurses. Beeps. My heart in my throat, waiting for any sign that things are okay.

And then—

Then there’s this sound.

A cry.

High and sharp and furious.

Like thunder in a quiet sky.

Like she’s yelling I’m here.

And just like that—

I’m crying.

Malika’s crying.

And our daughter?

Our daughter is alive.

They place her on Malika’s chest and she looks so small. So breakable. But her cry? It’s strong.

Stronger than anything.

She curls her fingers, tiny and perfect, against Malika’s skin.

And I lose it.

Because she’s real.

Because we made it.

Because somehow, through fear and chaos and blood and storms—we brought life into this world.

And it’s ours.

It started at 2:12 a.m.

By 2:30, we were at the hospital.

By 2:45, Malika was in a room, strapped to a monitor, in a thin blue gown that looked so wrong on someone like her—someone golden, radiant, my girl. She looked smaller than I’d ever seen her. Paler. Her curls frizzed with sweat, sticking to her face. Her lips trembling.

She grabbed my wrist when the nurse asked if she wanted the epidural. Hard. Like, bruise-in-the-shape-of-her-thumb hard.

"Do I do it?" she whispered, like it was a secret, like it mattered more than anything. "Is it weak?"

“Are you kidding?” I said, brushing hair from her forehead. “You’ve fought monsters. You get to choose softness this time.”

So she nodded. “Okay. Yeah. I want it.”

They came in with the needle.

I held her shoulders, forehead pressed to hers. She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered, “Don’t leave.”

I didn’t.

Not for a second.

4:40 a.m.

The epidural kicked in.

Her breathing slowed. Her hands stopped shaking. She looked at me with these glassy, exhausted eyes and whispered, “Percy, I don’t feel my legs. Is that normal?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re doing it, Malika.”

She smiled. Sleepy. Dazed. But beautiful.

I held her hand while the hours ticked by.

6:15 a.m.

She was five centimeters.

The nurse checked and said, “Still a while to go.”

Malika groaned. “I don’t want to wait. I want her out.”

“You’re literally a goddess,” I said, half-laughing. “Even your impatience is pretty.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I can’t feel my legs.”

8:00 a.m.

Sally brought us food we couldn’t eat. Sat in the corner like this anchor of calm.

She reached out and squeezed my shoulder. “You’re doing good, Percy.”

I nodded. Didn’t believe it. My hands felt useless. My heart was a punching bag.

9:24 a.m.

She was eight centimeters.

The contractions started cutting through the meds a little. Her hands clenched the rails. Her breaths turned ragged.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I can’t do it.”

“You are doing it,” I said, forehead against hers again, tears stinging behind my eyes. “You’ve done impossible things. You don’t stop.”

And then her eyes. Those honey-amber eyes, wet and terrified and brave as hell. “You better name her something strong, Jackson.”

“I will,” I promised. “I already have.”

10:11 a.m.

It was time.

The nurse smiled, said, “You’re ten centimeters.”

Malika blinked like she didn’t believe her. Like that couldn’t be real.

And then the room was a flurry—lights on, doctors walking in, me in her ear saying “You got this” over and over like a prayer, her hands finding mine like she’d fall without them.

“Push when we say.”

She did.

Gods, she pushed.

She screamed. I cried. She sobbed. I whispered everything I knew—about stars and seafoam and how proud I was of her.

It went on.

Forty-five minutes.

It felt like eternity.

She begged. She broke. She swore she couldn’t do it.

And then—

Then the world cracked open.

And there she was.

A scream.

A cry.

Our daughter.

Bloodied and tiny and fighting. Wrinkled and real and loud as thunder.

They laid her on Malika’s chest.

And I—

I couldn’t move.

I just stared.

Because I’d fought gods. Crossed Tartarus. Faced the end of the world.

But this?

This was the most powerful thing I’d ever seen.

Malika was sobbing. Laughing. Holding our girl like she was made of sunlight.

“She’s here,” she whispered. “Percy. She’s here.”

And I lost it.

Completely.

I dropped to my knees beside the bed, head in my arms, just crying. Ugly, grateful, full-body sobs.

Because she made it.

They both did.

Because love brought us here.

Because somehow, the most broken pieces of us built something whole.

They cleaned her up. Wrapped her in soft pink cotton. Handed her to me.

And I—my arms shook.

She looked so small.

But she looked at me. Right at me.

With this scrunched little face and a frown that already said, “You’re not gonna be able to tell me no, are you?”

And I whispered:

“Hi, baby girl.”

She blinked.

Malika looked over, half-asleep, half-alive. “You said you already had a name?”

I nodded.

My throat was dry.

“I… I wanted something that meant strength. That meant love. Something that made me think of you—of both of you. And also… something soft. Like a lullaby.”

I looked down at the baby in my arms, and I said:

“Her name is Thalassa Rayne Jackson.”

Malika blinked. “Thalassa?”

“It means the sea,” I said, voice thick. “But it’s more than that. It’s… it’s the spirit of the ocean. Old and deep and wild. Like her mom. And Rayne—like rain, but spelled your way. Because you’re the storm and the calm.”

Malika started crying again. “Percy.”

I kissed her forehead. Kissed my daughter’s. Held them both like they were oxygen.

And I thought—

This is the scariest thing I’ve ever done.

And I would do it a thousand times again.

11:17 a.m.

Thalassa Rayne Jackson was officially one hour and six minutes old. Which, in newborn time, I think makes her some kind of ancient sea wizard, because she’d already figured out how to wrap me around her tiny, wrinkly pinkie.

Malika had fallen asleep. Not the soft, Disney-princess kind of sleep, but the deep, bone-deep kind that says I just performed a miracle and now I need ten naps stacked on top of each other.
Her curls were still damp, her face blotchy from tears and effort and glory. And I just sat there beside her, baby in my arms, heart somewhere in my throat, trying not to mess this up.

Thalassa blinked up at me like she could see all the way through me. And maybe she could. I mean, this kid was bornstaring down chaos. Her entrance into the world made every monster battle I’d ever fought look like light cardio.

She hiccuped once. Loud. Then made this little grunt like, Yeah, that’s right. I’m here. Try me.

Gods. I loved her.

Outside the window, the sky was just starting to turn that golden post-dawn blue. It looked like Camp Half-Blood summer mornings—when the storms have passed, the sea’s gone glassy, and you can breathe again. That kind of quiet that hums like a prophecy.

I reached out—real gentle—and touched her cheek with my finger. She leaned into it like she knew me. Like we’d already been through some stuff together.

“Hey, Thalassa,” I whispered, “I know the world’s big and messy and kind of terrifying. But you’ve got the best mom ever. And I’m here too. I don’t know if I’m gonna be great at this, but I promise I’ll try. I’ll protect you. Teach you to swim. Teach you to fight monsters—only if you want. And I’ll tell you all the stories. Even the ones where I messed up. Especially those ones.”

Her tiny fingers curled around mine. I nearly lost it again.

I looked back at Malika. At the rise and fall of her chest. At the woman who could summon lightning with her voice and bring me to my knees with a look. And I thought—how the Hades did I get lucky enough to deserve this life?

We’d been through war. Through death. Through loss that cracked us open.
But here we were.
Still standing. Still breathing.

And now… we had her.

Thalassa shifted a little, made this squeaky sound that I swear translated to feed me, mortal, and I chuckled. Gently passed her back to Malika as she blinked awake, still groggy but smiling like sunlight.

“I think she’s hungry,” I said.

Malika cradled her like she was part of her soul—and maybe she was. Probably she was.

“Hey, little one,” Malika murmured. “You ready for this world?”

Thalassa made another noise. Something between a snort and a sigh.

Malika looked at me. “We really made her, huh?”

I nodded, leaning in, kissing both of them again. Couldn’t stop.

“We did,” I whispered. “And she’s perfect.”

So yeah. That’s the story. Not the end of anything.

Just the beginning.
Of Thalassa Rayne.
Of us.

I stared down at this tiny bundle wrapped in hospital-issued blankets, wondering how something so small could make the entire universe shift on its axis. We'd been parents for exactly three days, and I was already convinced Thalassa had inherited both my ability to cause chaos and Malika's gift for making everyone fall in love with her. Seriously, even Ares kids were sending pink stuffed animals to our cabin.

"She has your eyes," Malika whispered, leaning against my shoulder as we watched our daughter sleep in the makeshift crib Hephaestus cabin had welded together as a "congratulations on not dying during childbirth" gift. It was reinforced with celestial bronze, because, you know, demigod baby problems.

"Poor kid," I said, but I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face. "Let's hope that's all she got from me. Your everything else would be better."

Malika rolled her eyes, a gesture I'd grown to love more than the ocean itself. "Please. I'm hoping she gets your loyalty. Your courage. Your ability to annoy gods and somehow still be alive."

"That last one's definitely a survival skill," I admitted, wrapping my arm around her waist.

Thalassa made this tiny squeaking sound in her sleep, like she was already dreaming of adventures. Or maybe just milk. It was hard to tell with three-day-old sea wizards.

We were supposed to be sleeping when she slept—that's what all the parenting books said, the ones Annabeth had stacked in our cabin with color-coded sticky notes. But neither of us could stop staring at her. Like, if we looked away, she might vanish. Or worse, start crying again.

Gods, the crying. No monster had ever made a sound that could tear me apart faster than Thalassa's 2 AM wailing.

"We should probably rest," Malika murmured, but she made no move to leave our daughter's side.

"Yeah," I agreed, also not moving.

"Percy?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you scared?" Her voice was soft, almost fragile. Nothing like the Malika who would charge into battle with nothing but her dagger and a very convincing death stare.

I looked at her—really looked—and saw the dark circles under her eyes, the way her shoulders curved inward just slightly. Like she was carrying a weight she wasn't sure she could hold.

"Terrified," I admitted. "Like, underworld-looks-like-a-beach-vacation terrified."

She laughed, but it was shaky. "Me too."

I pulled her closer. "But you know what's weird? I've spent my whole life being afraid of, like, dying horribly or watching the world end or disappointing my dad who's literally a god. But this?" I gestured to Thalassa. "Being afraid for her feels... different. Better, somehow."

"Because it's not about us anymore," Malika said, her fingers intertwining with mine. "It's about her."

"Yeah," I nodded. "And that makes me want to be better. At everything."

"Even changing diapers?" She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Okay, let's not get crazy. That's definitely still Tartarus-level awful."

We both laughed, quiet enough not to wake the baby. Then she leaned her head against my chest, and I felt her relax, just a little.

"Your mom's coming tomorrow," she reminded me.

"With Paul," I added. "And probably enough baby supplies to stock a small army of drooling demigods."

"I love your mom," Malika sighed. "She doesn't look at me like... you know."

I did know. Because even at Camp Half-Blood, where weird was basically the status quo, being teenage parents still earned us looks. Some pitying, some judgmental, some just confused—like we'd failed some cosmic quest no one had told us about.

"Mom says we're just accelerated adults," I said, kissing the top of her head. "Like, we've already done the impossible stuff. This is just... the next impossible thing."

Thalassa's tiny fist escaped her blanket cocoon, and I reached out, letting her grab my finger. Her grip was surprisingly strong. Like she was saying, Don't worry, Dad. I got this. We got this.

"We should probably tell our godly parents," Malika whispered after a while. "At some point."

[blade-is-my-hubby]

In the Void

Blade x Reader

Warning(s): blood sucking, hard ons, Reader is Blade's long lost friend, teasing, feelings? (Is that a warning??)

Summary: Somehow you managed to end up in the Void and seeked shelter from Cassandra's henchmen, that's how you meet Elektra and Gambit, little did you know that you'll see a familiar face back at the hideout.

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It's been a week since you ended up in the Void by an unknown power, or portal, whatever it's called by those TVA bastards, those bitches accused you about some shit, which involved your and Blade's friendship, good... You'll beat his ass later, if you'll ever find him.. As you've been wandering around a playing card charged at you, knocking down from your feet and onto the ground you laid, groaned in pain

"The heck??"

"Who are you and why are you here??" You heard a heavy Cajun accent as you say up.

"Jeez, you just can't do that! I'm bleeding! And I don't know who you are but this is not cool, Cajun." You groaned in pain, your shoulder was bleeding badly, the card kinda damaged your flesh.

"Why do you think that we can trust you, chére?" The man was dressed in purple and a big brown trench coat asked

"Look I'm not with that Cassandra bitch okay?? I was dragged here by the TVA—"

"The TVA? For what reason?" I heard a feminine voice from behind me, I spun around to see a woman, she was familiar a little bit.

"Wait... You're Elektra, right? Nevermind ..I have a friend...and it caused me trouble as those TVA guys knew about my situationship with said friend. And I'm wandering aimlessly for a week now."

"Looks like we have another companion now, right chére?" said the man in the trench coat and helped me up from the ground.. "My name is Remy LeBeau, but you may call me the Gambit."

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Remy and Elektra managed to patch you up and then after they told how they were stuck here too, how they were tossed into the Void by the TVA, for no fricken reason, and that they are trying to find a way to get back to Earth..

You walked through the door of the hideout, shoulder patched up, blood stopped already but it left a big patch on the bandage and Remy helped you sit down on a makeshift chair.

"Easy there, chére. Sorry for that.." said Remy apologetically.

"It's fine... I've faced worse before.." you waved his worry off as you looked around in the hideout. "So there's only two of you or—"

"We have a third. He is a little bit rough around the edges tho and kinda serious, maybe too much." rambled Remy in his Cajun accent. "I don't think that he'll be back soon."

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As the sun started to set, you managed to make yourself a bed out of rags and stuff, so it was kinda comfortable, but not with that shoulder injury tho. The door to the hideout opened revealing the all too familiar face.

"Eric??? Is that you??"

Blade kinda froze in place and started to search for the source of the voice, and his gave fell upon you. He couldn't even say a word at first, just stood there...stunned into silence.

"What are you doing here of all people?" Asks Blade, tried to act nonchalant.

"Well, our friendship kinda fucked up everything and the TVA came for me and tossed me into the Void like I was a fricken criminal, that's how! I want to beat your sorry ass....so bad.."

Blade just chuckled, maybe even snorted too as he approached you, crossed his arms as he looked down at you.

"We both know you can never do that, no matter how hard you try." But then his eyes trailed to your shoulder, which was still bandaged up. "Which motherfuca did that to you?" He was serious...Jesus may be too much too..

"Jeez I am fine.. Remy didn't know that I was not with Cassandra so he—" but Blade interrupted you.

"That fucker attacked you?"

"Jesus Eric calm down I'm fine, see? I'll be good..and stop playing the worried friend already.." you dismissed his advances and laid down on the bed, clearly exhausted from the day's happenings.

"You're my friend, and friends look out for each other.."

"Since when do you care about that?"

"Since I am your friend. And not to mention that old fool technically adopted you." Blade sat down on the bed you made, clearly still melancholic about Whistler's death.

"Yeah.. you're right.. I miss that old fool."

"Me too.." blurts out Blade without even thinking before that.

"Yeah? And what about me? You missed me too?"

"Don't be ridiculous now, (y/n).." Blade crossed his arms and rolled his eyes under his sunglasses. "You're just a pain in the ass...but... I guess I was wondering how you've been .. or not.."

"Hah I knew it. Wait .. what are those grey hairs on the front of your hair? And the goatee? You're aging too, seems like it." Blade's eyes widened as you brought up his goatee and hair.

"That's none of your business, brat.."

"I didn't say anything about it not suiting you.." you said in a nonchalant tone as you pulled the blanket over your body, I mean struggled.. but Blade helped to tuck you in, which made you pretty awkward.

"You're still a pain in the ass. You need to recover." Blade stood up, he knew he had to make distance, he couldn't get closer to you...even if that's what he wanted the most, the truth was... He missed you, bad. But he was too stubborn to admit that. Typical Blade behaviour.

"Thanks... I guess.."

"No need to.. Sleep now, brat" Blade stood up and walked out of the hideout, clearly wants to clear his head, you changed since he last saw you, but still sassy and defiant, just like he likes you. Fuck... After the separation from you, he wasn't the same. As he wanted to get his inhalator, he realized that he lost it, he growled out loud in annoyance and started to search for it, looked at everywhere. Remy and Elektra were away, so only you and Blade were in the hideout. Fuck... He cannot go close to you, or he might snap and act on his long lost feelings. Claim you as his. He frowned as his bloodlust took over him, slowly and painfully, which was a surprise for him, but maybe it was cause he knew that you were sleeping in that damn hideout.

He made his way back into the hideout, his breathing was getting more and more raggedy as soon as he reached your bed and knelt down next to your sleeping form. But it didn't go unnoticed by you as you woke up to him, staring down at you, like a god damn five course meal you were. He grabbed his sunglasses and tossed them aside.

"Eric? Holy shit you look like—"

"Don't speak, woman .." his pained expression was evident, he was holding back. You knew what look meant. Somehow, you were immune to the vampire plague, like you want to call it. And you knew there was only one option left.

"Eric...you need bl—"

"Don't you think I know what, brat? I won't hurt you...not like last time.. you need to find my—"

"There's no time for that... Just...do it.." you pulled down the shirt, so your neck and collar bone were visible on one side, which made Blade's skin crawl in anticipation, he leaned forward and smelled your skin, your blood was pumping in your veins which nearly drove him insane. As his nose dragged along your neck, you grabbed into his bicep with your not injured arm, the contact made him stop for a second, but he felt how you squeezed his muscles, that's how he knew that you were comfortable with him.

"Look at that... All this blood, ready to be devoured..." Blade purred, which made you blush.

"J-Jeez don't say that..."

"Like what? Like I fucking want you? Like I can't stop thinking about how it'd feel to devour you whole?" That made you freeze up, holy shit he never spoke to you like that before. What changed? But Blade didn't let you ask your question as he already hoovered above you, on the bed, his body in between your legs, pressing his crotch against yours.

"W-What are you—"

"I am finally acting on my desires, (y/n), it's been so long since I've met you, and now... Since you're here, offering yourself to me willingly... Fuck feel how hard you make me, Sweetheart?" He pushed his hips forward, his bulge evident against your clothed core. The contact made you whimper, and Blade let out a breathy chuckle, which sent shivers down your spine.

"E-Eric...—"

"Looks like I'm not the only one who fucking want this, right sweetheart?" His hand went straight into your hair and gripped into it, a fistful of it and he pulled your head to the side, showing off your perfectly smooth neck for him, he moaned as he moved down his lips to your neck and kissed your skin feverishly. He pushed his body down to yours, but made sure not to put pressure on your injured shoulder.

"E-Eric...please—" a dark laugh left his lips, his mouth grazed your ear, breathing heavily whilst you closed your eyes and relaxed back on the bed, your thighs pressed together, caging his body to yours in a desperate plea.

"Feel that sweetheart? Feel how much I want you? It's fucken time I have you, don't you think? You're mine. No one else's.. you're mine...!" His fangs punctured your skin, your blood flooded into his mouth, and he didn't even hesitate to drink it, gulp it down like his life depended on it. His hips rutted to your clothed core, reminding you how hard he was for you. You buckled your hips up, cracking a moan from Blade's lips but he didn't stop feeding. You were too addictive, too perfect, and gid he couldn't wait to ruin you. That you'd only want him and no one else.

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Well hi ...I am back... Kinda. I had so many things going on. I present you this fic 🎁. Here you go ❤️

[lawqual1ty]

Not so stoic... (Trafalgar Law x Gn! Reader)

Pov: After being saved by the heart pirates from the slavers you have managed to get under your captains nerves repeatedly with your overall life attitude

This is kind of a self insert I'm so sorry

Trigger warning: Mention of blood, autopsies, slavery (briefly mentioned), sharp objects, organs

Law had always been the serious type, calculating, analytical, heck some could even say the same ice age came to life in his heart making his gaze become the worse thing you can find yourself against...

That didn't seem to make you waver at all though... If anything you didn't care much, you had dealt with worse which now... Well needless to say you were making him quite angry

"Y/n-ya! Give that back!" You were running around with his bisturi while you laughed hysterically, you had just finished helping him out in an autopsy and now had offered your help to clean his tools much to his reprimands and his obvious discomfort at the idea of you cleaning up after the bloodied up mess.

"Come on! I'll leave them shinning and sharp I swear!" You kept running around the operation room followed by a very angry Law.

You were a pain in the ass for someone like Law... Ever since you joined he has had a hard time being his usual stoic self, you were such a happy go lucky person that it sort of reminded him of Luffy, almost like during shabondy he hadn't saved just a slave but had somehow managed to bring back an exact copy of Luffy.

Although you weren't exactly like him which pissed him off, besides that usual clumsy demeanor you had a smart side to you not many people got to see. Your deep understanding in history and human anatomy always impressed him, he found out as you entered once to the operation room during an autopsy and offered a helping hand.

He was wary at first but as soon as you put on your full bodysuit and mask like a pro together with two pairs of gloves and got to work his doubts were quickly shut down. You even went out of your way to give him tips on how to take the organs out without cutting through them and how to stop the body from dripping too much blood or lipids from the corpse. You were good and it made him mad knowing you didn't show that side often.

It got to the point sometimes your clumsiness would stick with him, getting rid of his usual stoic and serious self in about two seconds.

Whenever you walked together you would always manage to somehow trip him up, the way you zig zaged as you walked always managed to mess up his walking pattern making him either fall off somewhere or crash against someone.

Much to his annoyance.

But he would never admit he actually loved this side of you... He still struggled to understand how a person like you ended up in a world like this but was somewhat grateful you did...

Your mannerism reminded him that the world wasn't always all that dull or filled with hatred as he always thought, all he needed was a few dumb trip ups to remind him that a scraped knee or a messy needle were nothing in the grand scheme of things...

"Hey Law!" Your voice pulled him out of his trance as he felt how you firmly pulled him back by his collar, he was about to curse at you when all of a sudden he felt a gust of wind quickly pass by in front of him, making his eyes widen as he froze under your grasp.

You had just saved his thoughtful ass from nearly getting himself a quick run to the hospital thanks to a car.

"Jeez and you call me absent minded man?" A sonorous laugh could be heard from your lips. He could only blink in disbelief as you held him firmly by the collar almost like a kitten, although he was... Particularly taller than you.

"Since when... Are you this strong...?" He asked with clear surprise in his voice, you tilted your head to the side "Oh well... Since I started training? Although I still have a long way to go"

You let go of his collar with a smile, the path of cars cleared and you walked up ahead in your usual zigzag form, he stared at you for a bit before you turned around calling for him "you coming captain?"

A small smile formed on his lips, his step following behind closely behind you...

You may have ruined his stoic mannerism...

But seeing you like this...

It may be worth not being serious for once...

[spudfromspace]

Is this actually real?

Hello, this story is the result of me thinking of multiple things at the same time and spiraling into a rabbit hole of thoughts, i think i might have ADHD. This is the first story I've written in a long while (around 4 years), so it might not be that good. Anyhow, let's get on with it. Also, this'll be male character/s x male reader, ok? No hard feelings, but we need more x male reader works, also this is an au if you couldn't tell

*i groan, rubbing my head as the world around me feels like it's spinning. Eventually, i was able to stand up and take a look at my surroundings, it looked like a forest*

W-where am i?

*i was about to explore my new surroundings, but then i saw something approach me from the woods. It was some cat thing with rings on its ears. It looked strangely familiar, but i couldn't remember why*

Welcome, i am kyubey

Wait- this seems oddly familiar-

I am capable of granting you one wish, anything you desire

Wait a minute-

But in return, you will become a magical boy and use your powers to fight witches

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE-

*i start to freak out, realising just who this is*

OH HELL NO, I AIN'T RISKING MYSELF AND BECOMING A WITCH. BACK YOU DEMON!

*i yell at it, picking up a random stick on the ground and pointing it at it*

*"kyubey" starts laughing and falls on the ground*

Hahahaha! I'm just kidding!

*it transforms into something else, something with a more human appearance but the ears and tail were still there. They stand up and walk towards me, putting their hands up to show they weren't there to hurt me*

Chill, I'm not gonna do anything bad

*i lower the stick*

Then who are you, where am i and what the heck is going on?

Well, first my name isn't important but you can just call me kyu. Second you are in America, well, America in another world. And third basically you died and are now being subjected to a similar fate as most shonen isekai anime protagonists

Wait.... WHAT!? THAT CAN ACTUALLY HAPPEN!?

*i was very shocked after what i was just told. I died... and was now in another world like in those isekai animes*

You good? Had enough time to get it together yet?

It's been barely 2 minutes... THAT IS NOWHERE NEAR ENOUGH TIME FOR ME TO GET IT TOGETHER AFTER LEARNING I JUST DIED AND AM NOW IN ANOTHER WORLD!

Well get it together already, there's still a lot we need to get through before i can leave

What?

Well i cant just leave you in this new world without having any knowledge about this place and unable to live by yourself, i am legally not allowed to. Since unlike most of those isekai tropes where people get sent to worlds in more medieval times and you can just start your life without people questioning who you are and where you came from, this world is just as modern as your previous one, and since you don't originally belong to this world you wont have things like your birth certificate, school files, personal files, proof of existence, etc...

Wait.... so then how am i supposed to live here if i basically don't exist?

*they chuckle and snap their fingers, multiple documents appear around us*

That's what I'm here for, I'm in charge of your transfer to this world and with some magic i made some of these documents and files that will serve as your identity and proof of existence in this world, stuff like your birth certificate and things i mentioned previously, these will become apart of this worlds databank making it as if you were always part of it. I kept your information identical to your original one except for the fact that now it would be as if you were already an American citizen, instead of living in (insert country), your data would be stated that you moved to America just recently with the purpose of studying

But what about where I'll live? How am i supposed to get money or a job? And studying, how could i afford tuitions?

I'm getting there, jeez, be a little patient won't you? You'll be provided with a small house for yourself, as for school stuff, you'll find documents inside said house for your school, since I've already enrolled you. And as for money and job, well, that's where the fun stuff starts

*they were grinning after saying that which worried me a bit for what they meant by that*

What are you talking about?

Well, remember what i said earlier? I wasn't kidding about that turning you into a magical boy part, but before you panic, no it's not like madoka magica. You will be a using powers and stuff to fight bad guys and get paid by the government for saving people, sounds fun right?

What kind of powers? And is there some kind of catch? Cuz a free house, powers, and a job sounds too good to be true...

The only catch is college, you'll have to balance fighting bad guys with attending school while not failing. And as you probably now from all the shows you've watched with similar tropes, that isn't an easy task, but one thing you won't have to worry about is hiding your identity

Is it because magical girls/boys outfits have magic that make people as blind as a bat when it comes to their identities, regardless of how identical they look?

What? No, not like miraculous ladybug blindness, it's more like the powerpuff girls

Ah, ok then. So....what powers do i get? Are they cool powers?

Eh, I'm too lazy to come up with powers, here just pick which ones you want

*they hand over a screen displaying multiple characters fictional characters*

Wait, aren't these characters from works of fiction? Won't they exist in fiction in this world too?

Well yeah, some fictional works from your world exist here too, just like how things like nintendo exist here too. But don't worry, all the characters in that screen are characters that don't exist in this world, as to avoid copyright infringement. So just take your pick and I'll give you those powers.

This isn't an easy decision to make, can't i just pick later? How about you show me where ill be living first?

Fiiinnnneeee..... but I'll only wait until tomorrow, so make up your mind by then ok?

*kyu snaps their fingers and then we suddenly appear in a bedroom, me falling into a bed*

This is your new home, information about your house, school, and city are all in those documents beside you on your bed, and just use google maps for getting to your school. You'll also have food in the fridge and some money if you look in your drawer. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon so have a decision by then ok?

*kyu then disappears, leaving me alone in my new house, in a new world, in my new life. I plop myself properly down on the bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking of everything that just happened during the last hour or so*

Holy shit.... i think i just became an shonen protagonist.... ew

*thinking back to what kyu said, i needed to think of what powers i want*

Eh, I'll figure it out tomorrow morning, i need to sleep after all this shit

End of part 1

This is the end for this part, i hope this wasn't too bad. As for the powers and stuff, I'll keep thinking for what powers would be good or i might just make a poll later on which characters powers we could have, you guys can even comment some suggestions. No dogday and catnap for now, maybe in the next chapter if i get to that part fast enough