#he has a cabbage patch baby head

[hesbianyaoi]

these guys are so cool to me. gummy bear style. take your vitamins 👇

dont even worry about dazai he's a survivor he could get spitroasted by 2 trucks on a busy highway and somehow manage to frolic away with maybe slight injuries

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hello, happy day, first of all. Secondly, I would like to see how Alastor would give the talk to his children (the talk about how babies are made) or what would happen if his children asked him how babies are made.

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

✅️Parental

TW: Shenanigans!!

Description: ☝️⬆️

His kids don't really even think about where they came from, they just know that they come from their mother and father

They don't really think about how they came to be until...their mom is suddenly pregnant again

Alastor sits down the kids, holding the youngest little girl in his lap while you hold the twins at your sides

They can't help but notice the happy look you're sharing with your husband, knowing that you two are about to announce something good

Alastor adjusts the toddler in his lap and gives his twins a sharp grin, obviously unable to contain himself

"Now, my little ones~ Do you remember how you've been asking for another sibling?"

You can't help but laugh as the twins look at each in confusion then look up at their father, the little girl shaking her head

"No-"

"Well, your mother and I have good news! Due to sheer luck and absolute carelessness, your mother has managed to spawn another baby!"

You can't help but gawk at your husband, he's trying to put all the blame on you for getting pregnant!?

You don't even get a chance to speak before your husband is kissing you, chuckling at the pout on your face

"That's not entirely true, but yes, we're having another baby."

Your twins lean on you and rub their cheeks against you, their little tails wagging in excitement

The youngest girl is still too young to understand, but she copies her siblings anyways, bleating and wiggling her tail to the best of her ability

It's a sweet moment that you wish you could take a photo of but you're too busy hugging your babies and snuggling up to your husband

It's not until later that night that it becomes a problem as Alastor is putting the twins to bed and you stand in the doorway to watch

He tucks them in and kisses their foreheads before wishing them goodnight, just about to turn out the light when it happens

"Papa, where do babies come from?"

The look on Alastor's face is enough to make you laugh, hiding it behind your hand as your husband freezes in place before regaining his composure

"Why! From mommies and daddies of course! Just like your mother and I!"

The little boy sits up fully, his sister soon following after as they give him an annoyed look

"Yeah but HOW did you make us?"

The rational part of Alastor's brain tells him that he should just tell them the truth and be done with it

But when he looks at his twin's innocent faces staring up at him expectantly...he absolutely fumbles it

Alastor lies lies and LIES through his teeth, every baby myth known to man comes to his mind as he weaves some crazy tale of how babies come to be

The stork, cabbage patches, water sprites and berry bushes-ANYTHING BUT THE TRUTH

You have to leave because you can't stop laughing at your husband, barely calming down before erupting into laughter again when Alastor climbs into bed with you

"Don't laugh..! What was I supposed to say?!"

He lets out a pathetic bleat and hugs you to him tightly, rubbing your stomach in an attempt to soothe himself

"Oh I don't know...maybe just a PG version of the truth?"

You look back at your husband to see the shocked look on his face, pulling away to see if you're being serious

"Are you telling me you could look them in the eyes and tell them what we do in bed?"

You start to get up, laughing at him

"I can go do it right now if you want-"

His arms suddenly reach out and grab you, careful of your stomach even though you're not showing yet

"NO!"

He's dragging you back into bed and rolling on top of you to keep you from getting up, fixing you the most pitiful puppy eyes you've seen yet

"Please don't...let them stay innocent..."

You can't help but roll your eyes and pet his head, leaning in to kiss his forehead before laying back

"Oh, you sappy man of mine...~ I won't...~"

You keep your promise and don't tell your twins the truth, but it's all for nothing because Angel is the one who tells them

To be fair, he didn't realize it was such a big deal at the time, he just wanted to correct some misinformation

Angel was eating with the twins, holding the littlest girl in his lap while he half listened to the older two ramble on about the new baby

"So you squirts excited for another baby in the house?"

The little boy hums in thought as he munches on his snack, ears flopping as he bounces in his seat

"Yeah but I wanna know when we'll see the stork deliver them!"

"I thought the baby was gonna come out of a cabbage?"

"What about the berry bush?"

This is where Angel might've messed up...

"What!? Don't tell me your parents fed you some lame story about where babies come from! Listen, you two most certainly didn't come from no bird and this little cutie right here?"

Angel holds up the baby girl, the toddler happily kicking her feet in the air

"Didn't come from a cabbage or nothin'! You all came from your mom because your parents had sex!"

"...what is sex?"

Now Angel sees where he fucked up, sucking in a breath before looking around the room nervously

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you guys better not tell your father I told you this!"

Angel leans in and starts whispering, the twins hanging onto his every word and forgetting their snacks

Alastor is hugging you as you sit in his lap, taking the moment alone to kiss and snuggle you, gently caressing your slight baby bump

When suddenly your little girl comes running in and points at Alastor accusingly, her brother rushing in not long after

"Papa, you lied!! You had SEX!"

You have to cling to your husband suddenly as he jumps up, looking shocked and gasping dramatically

"I did NOT! Who taught you such a word?"

The little boy giggles and runs out of the room, his sister chasing after him as they chant Angel's name

"Angel did~!"

"You little brats! You promised not to tell!"

It's all you can do not to laugh, burying your face in Alastor's shoulder as he sputters out nonsense about his children and their innocence

"Oh honey~ It's not that bad, they were bound to find out anyways..! And Angel isn't the worst person to tell them..."

You gotta act fast if you want Angel to have a chance at surviving this-

"My innocent babies..."

"It's okay, darling, you still have two other babies you can lie to about how we made them~"

He visibly perks up at that, sitting back down and resting his chin on you as his tail wags

"You're right, it's not too late to lie to them..!"

This one was so much fun!!

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 7 Prompt: Mall and/or Job

Tags: Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler (but they don't even kiss), Eddie Munson Has A Crush On Steve Harrington, Shopping Malls, The Great Cabbage Patch Riots, Steve Harrington Is A Sweetheart, Good Sibling Nancy Wheeler, Banter

wc: 1724 | Rating: G

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“Can you believe my parents?” Nancy scoffs, sliding into the passenger seat of the Beamer. “It’s all Holly wants and they won’t get it for her.”

“Look on the bright side, Nanc,” Steve says, throwing a hand over her seat as he reverses out of the Wheeler’s driveway. “You’re going to be the best big sister in the entire world when you give it to her on Christmas morning.”

“If we even get our hands on one. They sell out in seconds.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little mall rush after facing off against monsters last month. We can totally do this.”

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Steve should know better than to underestimate Nancy, but how was he supposed to know she was right about this? It’s a baby doll for christ sake. A weird-looking baby doll for that matter. And what the hell is with the name? Cabbage? They couldn’t have thought of anything cuter?

What does he know, though? Apparently, the stupid name and weird design worked because he’s currently stuck in a crowd of thousands outside a mall in Indianapolis at six in the fucking morning. Nancy disappeared into the crowd half an hour ago to see just how deep it went. He’s hoping she made it to the front and that’s why she hasn’t returned. The other outcome is one he doesn’t want to think about, but his mind can’t help but conjure up the image of the headline: “Teen Girl Dies In Cabbage Patch Stampede.” The Wheelers would kill him.

There’s no time for dwelling as the sea of people lurchs forward. He can’t see the front doors but judging from the sudden rush of shoving and shouting, the doors to the mall are about to open.

For the first time in his life, he’s happy Nancy sat him down two days ago and laid out the game plan. The layout of the mall is fresh in his mind as is the doll Holly wants — blonde hair in pig tales, freckles, blue eyes — a creepy carbon copy of herself.

The minute the doors open, Steve’s shoving adults double and triple his age out of the way. He breaks out into a sprint when he clears the pack, b-lining for the toy store on the second floor. Despite his speed, he’s beaten by at least a hundred other eager shoppers who were probably at the front of the hoard outside.

It would be easy to get discouraged, but Steve powers on. He didn’t drive this far to let Holly and Nancy down. Thankfully, the boxes are stacked in the entryway of the store. The massive pile gets smaller and smaller by the second as hands grab the dolls free, hoisting them up over their head in victory.

Acting on adrenaline alone, Steve dives into the dwindling pile and gets his hand on a box. He can’t tell which doll it is, but at this rate, anything is better than nothing. With the box clutched to his chest, he starts getting up from the floor when he feels a pair of hands reaching for him. The person tugs, hard, freeing Steve from the stampede that’s coming. For a second Steve thinks the person saved him, but then he feels the box being tugged from his hands and he realizes what’s actually happening.

It’s not a rescue mission, it’s a kidnapping.

“Get your hands off my doll!” Steve shouts, yanking hard enough to send the person surging forward. They collide in an instant, falling to the floor with the box clutched in both their hands.

“Harrington?” The man asks as he struggles to get to his feet.

“Munson?”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Come on, Steve, isn’t it obvious? I’m here for the same reason you are. For one of these bad boys.”

“Yeah, okay, Munson,” Steve snorts, eyes squinting as he takes in his appearance. Ripped black jeans and leather jacket. Vest with patches to bands Steve’s never even heard of. Hair longer than some of the moms currently fighting behind him. Eddie’s not really the Cabbage Patch Kid type. Not in the slightest. “Didn’t peg you as a fan of dolls. Isn’t that a little too freakish even for you?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t it weird for you to be buying one? What would our wonderful peers at Hawkins High think?” Eddie teases, grip still tight on one side of the box.

“It’s not for me.”

Eddie hums, shaking his head. “That’s what they all say.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve spots a mother handing over a handful of bills to a man on the other side of the store. The woman is in a pristine coat, not a lock of hair out of place. There’s no way she was in this mess and yet, she’s happily walking away with a doll. The man waves her off, stuffing the handful of bills back into his pocket before making his way back into the store.

It clicks then. The man and the shady business deal a second ago. The news report he remembers listening to a few days ago. Cabbage Patch black market deals. Scammers. Fakes.

“You’re a reseller!” Steve gasps, glaring daggers at Eddie. He tries to roll on top of him to free the box, but there’s no use. Instead, he ends up rolling them into a quiet aisle where they stayed on the floor, hands denting the box.

“I am not!”

“Yeah, you are! That’s the only explanation for why you’re here. You don’t give a shit about these dolls, but you know you can get cash for them.”

“Honestly Harrington, could you be a little bit more original with your accusations?” Eddie scoffs. “What? You see ripped jeans and a guy who lives in a trailer and automatically thinks I need cash? Newsflash big boy, I do fine supplying you and all your friends that grass you love smoking every weekend.”

“Well, then, what do you need the doll for?” Steve asks, trying his best to yank it free from Eddie’s unrelenting grasp.

“None of your business.”

Steve’s about to argue back when another pair of hands join the fray. A petite and wrinkled elderly woman hovers over them. The look of pure determination and mischievousness is a stark contrast to the rest of her.

“Oh, no you don’t lady!” Eddie shouts, tugging the box and Steve towards him and away from the woman’s hand. She stumbles, nearly falling into the display of Barbie dolls. “Come on, we can settle this later!”

Struggling to his feet with his hands still gripping part of the box, Steve and Eddie make it to the checkout aisle. Together they hand it over to the clerk, not daring to put it on the conveyor belt when hundreds of empty-handers are hovering waiting to steal. They split the bill and reach for the plastic bag at the same time, each taking one side as they make their way out of the store that’s spiraling deeper and deeper into chaos now that the store is sold out.

“Now what?” Steve asks when they manage to make it into the parking lot.

“Well, it’s not like we can share the doll.”

“Right, so one of us needs to give it up.”

“Yeah, one of us does.”

For a moment, Steve considers kicking Eddie in the shins and making a run for it. He knows he can outrun him no doubt. The only problem is he’d have to leave Nancy behind. Even if he managed to get Holly the doll, he’s pretty sure Nancy would not appreciate being stranded in the city.

It’s hard to tell what Eddie’s thinking, but Steve thinks it’s something similar. Probably less running if Steve had to guess. Maybe blackmail.

“Steve!” Nancy calls, startling Steve out of the impromptu staring contest. He follows the sound of her voice and spots her exiting the mall with a plastic bag clutched to her chest. A giant smile is plastered on her face. “I got her!”

“The one she wanted?” Steve shouts back.

Nancy nods.

Oh thank god, he thinks before offering her an enthusiastic thumbs up. With Holly’s Christmas gift secured, he turns to Eddie and finally lets go of the plastic bag. “Guess it’s your lucky day, Munson. M’sure you made whoever that doll is for very happy.”

With a finger-wiggle wave, Steve jogs off to catch up with Nancy.

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“Eddie!”

Eddie jumps and turns to find Jeff silently judging him. His arms are crossed and he’s not holding any bags. Oh, fuck.

“What the hell?” He shouts, punching Eddie’s shoulder. “One second you were behind me and then you were gone! I spent so much time looking for you I missed out on getting the new release!”

“Shit, Jeff. I’m—“

“Are you holding a Cabbage Patch Kid?”

“Uh, I…” Eddie trails off and glances down a row of cars. In the distance, he spots Steve helping Nancy and the stupid doll box into the passenger seat of the Beamer. He tears his eyes away when Steve shuts the door, but it's a mistake because Jeff is right there, staring at him with even more judgment in his eyes.

“Dude,” Jeff whines. “You bought a Cabbage Patch just to talk to him?”

“We talked for a long time, Jeff! And our hands touched!”

“I cannot deal with this,” Jeff groans, burying his head in his hands. “What are you going to do with that thing now?”

Eddie glances into the plastic bag. It’s the first time he’s actually looked at the thing. A red-headed doll with green eyes and freckles stares back at him with a painted-on smile. It’s fucking creepy.

“I didn’t think I was going to keep it!” He defends which sends Jeff on another tangent. One that fades into the background as Steve’s words from earlier ring in Eddie’s ears. “Wait! Steve mentions something earlier.”

“I’m sure he did.”

“No, I’m serious,” Eddie snaps, glaring at Jeff. “Apparently there's like a black market for these things. Maybe we can sell one and get enough to buy ourselves a decent miniature set for Hellfire or new speakers for Corroded Coffin.”

“You better hope so,” Jeff says, shaking his head. “Or else I’m never letting you live this down.”

[richeeduvie]

"You can't can't bite me. Yes I can, chomp chomp. Kiss kiss."

Waaaaaait is Baby Jr making Bear Roman and Cabbage Patch Mom talk like they talk irl as she plays?! Omg that’s so cute lol how she normalized their weird talks bc how manny daddies are saying to mommies “you can’t bite me” in a casual conversation. I love this.

I think you also wrote something a while ago about Baby Jr biting as a form of affection because that’s what she sees at home and I’m just thinking how funny it would be if she copied more quirks from her weirdo parents like sniffing people she likes HAHAHA because Roman so sniffs his daughter’s head obsessively and Baby Jr would think sniffing her friends to remember their smell is completely normal.

"I don't understand why we're back here. The biting was cute, so I disagree that it should've stopped but also...it stopped. She's cute and perfect and better than all those fucks-"

"Roman."

"Farts in there."

The teacher, the poor, poor teacher leans in and sighs.

"I'll get straight to it to say that your daughter has taken to sniffing her classmates."

Roman doesn't blink, but his eyes are wide. Baby blinks, looking down - looking confused.

"We're bad influences."

"No we're not. Shut the fuck up - also...what?"

"She's been smelling her classmates, particularly the ones she's close to."

Roman shifts. "This is why we should've kept her fully homeschooled. Three days out of the week and she can't learn fucking numbers without the kids around her smelling like asshole."

"Well, no. No, Mr. Roy...it seems she enjoys the way they smell. Your daughter has told me - when I confronted her, that she's smelling them to remember them."

"Don't talk to my kid."

The teacher rings their hands.

"That was oddly poetic of her."

"Cause she's a genius. What? Is it bothering the other kids? Are they babies?"

"Roman-I'm sorry, we're sorry. We'll have a talk with her, make sure she respects other's boundaries."

Their whole relationship is based on no boundaries, no space between the other. Growing into each other. That won't happen, but their daughter is cute enough to get away with it.

Roman laughs high. He knows. He knows very well and takes his way out the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To have that talk with our daughter. Bye."

Roman closes the door, sighs down at his daughter. The little biter, sniffer, she just smiles up at him.

"Where are you learning to scare the normies?"

He sits down and sniffs his little girl's hair. She mms.

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 4

After a few games and a few beers, Steve didn’t even notice how close Jonathan was pressing to his side. Well, he noticed. It would be more accurate to say he was less self conscious about Jonathan being that close.

“Okay, Nancy, Robin, settle something for me”, Eddie hobbled over to a family portrait and took it off the wall. “Are these the actual Harringtons?”

Nancy shrugged. “I actually never met his parents.”

Steve turned his head to look at her, mouth open in shock. “We dated for a whole year!”

“Yes and I never saw them.”

“I saw them pulling out of the driveway once”, Robin said. “But I’m not entirely sold.”

“On my parents?”, Steve questioned.

“I’m like 90% sure that was a hoax. I think pulleys were involved.”

“You guys are insane. I have parents. And there’s photographic proof. Eddie was here when they left.”

“Like Robin, I’m also not entirely sold”, Eddie said, putting the frame back. “Those could’ve been actors.”

“Why would I hire people to pretend to be my parents?”

“Because you're a Cabbage Patch Kid”, Eddie surmised.

Nancy snorted up some of her drink while Argyle simply nodded in understanding. “That explains so much man…”

“I have a birth certificate!”, Steve exclaimed.

“Just like a Cabbage Patch baby would”, Robin pointed out.

Jonathan easily slung an arm over Steve’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. I’d like you even if you were a turnip baby.”

Robin grinned. “With his head it’s more like a pumpkin baby.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Steve had been in the middle of deciding how he felt about what Jonathan had just said and whether or not it was true and why that even mattered when Robin made her comment.

“Your head is like a square dude”, Argyle said.

“Oh my god, it is”, Nancy said like the answers of the universe had been brought to her.

“Are you guys high? Is that what this is?”, Steve asked as he looked all around them.

“I’d kiss your pumpkin head too”, Jonathan said, giving Steve’s temple a kiss.

“I gotta take a leak”, Eddie said, making his way around some game pieces and heading to the bathroom. 

If Steve ever felt insecure about his appearance, Eddie would’ve kissed that square head of his until he ran out of breath. He couldn’t really begrudge Jonathan since he was pretty much doing that, if a bit reserved since they were all hanging out together. When he and Steve were alone, they were probably less restrained. Probably had their hands all over each other and kissing more than just foreheads.

Eddie let out a breath and then looked down. He bit down on his knuckles. He really had went to the bathroom to piss but now he had a different problem. Turns out thinking of pretty boys kissing wasn’t conducive to NOT getting an erection. Eddie washed his hands and tucked himself away, giving himself a moment to calm down.

There were other fish in the sea. Especially compared to the very small pond that was Hawkins. He wasn’t gonna get hung up on whatever Jonathan Byers and Steve Harrington were getting up to. He was better than that. Eddie opened the door and immediately got a face full of Jonathan.

“Whoa!”

“Sorry! Sorry, I was just coming to check on you. Steve said I should, in case you get lost and I’m only now just realizing that was a joke.” The Harrington house was big but not that big.

“Yeah it was a joke”, Steve said, coming down the hall to retrieve his boyfriend.

“Don’t take it too hard Byers, Stevie here has a wit drier than a cracker”, Eddie said, giving Jonathan’s shoulder a pat.

“If that’s another jab at the shape of my head-”

“I wouldn’t dream of it my liege”, Eddie bowed with his head and moved past Jonathan to get back to the others.

Once they were behind him, he looked down real quick just to make sure his little buddy wasn’t trying to make an entrance and thankfully, it was gone. Eddie was wringing his hands as he got back to the others. That had been a close call. He really needed to reign it in when it came to those two. Eddie had thought he only needed to get over Steve but one of Wayne’s comments made him realize that Jonathan was easy on the eyes too.

Just his luck to have a crush on two guys who were all wrapped up in each other. Eddie was about to excuse himself for the evening, unable to take much more when in his hand-wringing, he realized he forgot to put one of his rings back on. He had taken them off to wash his hands and had gotten all but one back. It must still be on the sink.

Eddie turned heel to get it, making his way back to the bathroom. He was kind of hoping neither Steve nor Jonathan were using it because it’d be a little embarrassing to ask them to pass it to him while they were on the toilet but he might have to.

The next few moments felt like they were in slow motion.

Because Jonathan had Steve pressed against the door as he was kissing him.

Eddie felt like time was moving through syrup. He’s had his feelings hurt before. He’d been turned on before. Never had it happened at the same time. There was a whirlwind brewing inside him and reaching a point where it was about to burst forth. He stumbled backward, grabbing their attention. He could only take their eyes for about 2 seconds before he was bolting from the hallway.

Had somebody called his name? Probably. He had rushed from the hall and right through the door to get outside. Anyone who saw would think he had an angry mob on his tail. Eddie got to his van and drove off, not giving a thought to where he was going beyond ‘away from here’.

He did eventually stop, on a dark street corner somewhere. He really didn’t want to go back to Wayne like this. And there was no way he was going back to Steve’s house. Eddie knew eventually he’d have to make a choice, but for now, he turned off the van and moved to the back where he always kept an extra blanket and pillow. There was one thing he was good at and it was moping in the darkness.

Part 6

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@freddykicksasses

[sstardustt3]

May I request Sally Williams be friend with Pirate Percy from Candle Cove headcanons? I love these two adorable characters somehow ^w^

Sally and Percy the pirate headcannons!

authors note- I can not tell you how sorry I am for how long I procrastinated on it oh my lord but I finally got around to it again I am so sorry

warnings/ tags- fluff, mud pies, thievery, jeff and ben get mentioned like once, so do my melody and kiromi

not gonna lie they HATED each other at first

well it was mostly one sided percy was just scared of her and sally hated him for being so "whiny" and he also hit her in the head with a pipe

i'd be pretty pissed if I got hit with a pipe too ngl

and it stayed like that for a LONGGG time until slender forced the two of them to behave and hang out.

neither of them wanted to stay there it was boring it was basically a baby playpen and Sally took it upon herself to try and leave by herself

"what are you doing- you can't just leave!

"watch me. and since you're such a wimp you can stay here and play with cabbage patch kids all day."

Percy paused for a second, weighed his options and decided he would rather go with Sally than stay alone in a boring playpen alone

from there they ended up escaping and residing in the forest for like a week (jeff was supposed to be watching them but he either forgot they were even there or just didn't care)

in that time percy grew less scared of her and sally grew less annoyed by him (key word is less.)

since then sally is kinda like a big sister figure to him and is actively trying to get him to be less scary and not scream everytime he gets touched unexpectedly or huged from behind

percy is always with her since he's the only one he really talks to and likes. he mostly just passively goes with what she wants and sally constantly has to tell him that it's okay to do what he wants

one of these times Percy actually robbed won one of those hand crane things with the plushes and got him and Sally Kiromi and my Melody Plushes and keychains

they also made the most disgusting mud cake that day and forced Ben and jeff to eat it

-from that day Ben decided he fucking hated both of them (but not really)

her and Percy share a room and they have a bunk bed, no I will not take any criticism on that

on Halloween every year they go around and make things float and scare people

*reposts and request are always welcome*

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 4 Jubilation

Spoilers below

-She got cute jogging close

-I think the ad is cringe

-THEY MADE ADRIEN A VOCALOID

-Marinette is back on the denial train

-WAIT ITS THE OWL MAN!

-Wait a minute, Ladybug?

-OH ITS THE BRIDGETTE

-SoCquilin? Thats her name?

-Well that was weird

-Marinette thinks its an old friend she knew last year

-So the socquilin WORKS AT THE ART STORE

-Wait, I thought marinette didnt have any friends from school since origins

-Adrien is a siri

-Marinette dont get suckered in

-He has different clothes customizations. Wow this is crazy

-So she graduated early, that explains that.

-Adrien finally has more clothes though

-The girl talked to marinette for five minutes and found out she's crushing. Lol

-Marinette getting a little too real here.

-They have no idea how much marinette is suffering

-Marinette used to the ring to find proof that the fake her is Socquilin.

-AND THE DINO LADY MADE FLYING T-REX

-pigeon dino hybrids!!! Amazing

-They look kind of dope the dinos

-At least Duplinette tried to cheer up the principal

-GABRIEL IS SPYING ON THEM WITH THE ALLIANCE

-WAIT! THEY CYBERED HIS WIFE! WHAT THE F***

-Soqueline Wang, Wow, those stats dont look good for her. They would totally think she was was ladybug

-UGH i like the transformation but HATE the monarch's costume

-Oh he is using that ability to find an appropriate akuma. Thats smart.

-Poor Kaalki, she been used a lot

-DARKER OWL! He is evilier.

-Damn, Monarch is being a jerk.

-NOT THE PIGGY!

-So the rings transfer the power

-Marinette realizing the flaw in her logic, but tikki made her back

-Dude, that darker owl mustache looks amazing

-She wants to be appreciated by the heroes.

-Also, Gift might be more dangerous than I gave it credit for.

-DAMN ADRIEN YOU LIVE LIKE THAT!?

-Adrien got depressed not being a model, his dad doesnt even care

-Plagg being plagg

-Darker owl about to commit murder

-Chat noir arrived.

-Gasp, its a trap!

-The lucky charm is a clock?

-Oh she doesnt know how to use it.

-Wait, he used gift on them!!

-So the dream is they find a business card that leads to monarch but dont expose him? Cringe

-The paris is happy though

-Oh Ladybug and Chat noir flirting?

-Oh whose dream is this?

-THE ALARM WOKE THEM UP

-Wow he is moving slow

-WAIT NO THEY TURNED IT OFF

-NOW THEY ARE MARRIED.

-ITS DAN THE HOT DOG MAN! AMAZING! HE WAS THERE. i HEAD CANON HE OFFICIATED THE WEDDING

-and the alarm clock again

-Wait a baby! why is it a cabbage patch kid

-Chat noir saw tom have a mustache as a dad, and now must have one.

-Chat noir confirmed does not know where babies come from

-THERE IS FOUR OF THEM

-The alarm clocks, thats how they figure out its a ddream

-IS THAT THE RAIN MUSIC?! IN THIS DREAM? They used it to break our hearts.

-Okay this hurts. But they kissed. ITS CANON!

-Chat noir is pissed! He just beat the f*** out of him

-He almost murdered him, damn chat noir.

-That was intense. I take everything i said about gift back, it is terrifyingly powerful

-Looks like the kids got trauma from that.

-WAIT, DID HE JUST FEED THEM PELLETS? WHAT THE F***

-Monarch is irredeemable.

-Duplinette confessing the truth to ladybug

-But encouragement from ladybug is cute

-Marinette decides not to have a tracking device.

-Sabine looked at that ring and was like... sus

-WAIT A BONUS SCENE?

-Chat noir and Ladybug talking about the dream. They dont know what was up with that dream, but it is only what they wanted.

______________________________________________________________

Darker owl was an upgrade.

I will say the first half was mediocre.

But as soon as Darker owl showed up S*** GOT REAL!

That dream sequence, that hit hard.

Chat noir was ready to murder him after that heartfelt fantasy.

THEY HAD A FAMILY.

I swear Chat noir giving me Superman vibes from Justice league unlimited

Solid 9/10

It might have been ladynoir indulgence and angst. But I LOVED IT

[leopoldainter]

Someone taught then set the time. Yh3n noted hey butt holl.

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Then Russian Spam wow how nutritious and my I add let me count the ways to cream coffeejyygu

Gone fine prolly hat young we will see once thing's settled downm

Then we fell for direct x stability epilogi4 ty3 games install disc has just noticed you may need to 'shoot' "down" a life propeller, how do you plea or gold your fire..

Dealt:blow

CorretionSend Sébastien up to give neo a road house cabbage parch

Next round

I said, "Does anybody need that room?"

Because we all need a little more room

To live

My Konsta

...Where's neo we need neo

Movie:Orpheus now for you my lord you need to double back tgevway you came in the complete

I can't imagine all the people that you know

And the places that you go

When the lights are turned down low

And I don't understand all the things you've seen

But I'm slipping in between

You and your big dreams

It's always you

In my big dreams

And you tell me that it's over

Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover

And you're restless and I'm naked

You gotta get out

You can't stand to see me shaking, no

Could you let me go?

I didn't think so

And you don't want to be here in the future

So you say, "The present's just a pleasant interruption to the past"

And you don't wanna look much closer

'Cause you're afraid to find out all this hope

You had sent into the sky by now had crashed

And it did because of me

And then you bring me home

Afraid to find out that you're alone

And I'm sleeping in your living room

But we don't have much room to live

And I had these dreams, in them I learned to play guitar

Maybe cross the country, become a rock star

And there was hope in me that I could take you there

But dammit you're so young

Well, I don't think I care

And if I hurt you, then I'm sorry

Please don't think that this was easy

And then you'd bring me home

'Cause we both know what it's like to be alone

And I'm dreaming in your living room

But we don't have much room to live

And Konstantine is walking down the stairs

Doesn't she look good standing in her underwear?

And I was thinking

What I was thinking

But we've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere

My Konstantine came walking down the stairs

And all that I could do was touch her long, blonde hair

And I've been thinking

But it hurts me thinking

That these nights when we were drinking

No, they never got us anywhere, no

This is because I can spell confusion with a K and I can like it

It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it

It's to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car

When the first star you see may not be a star

"I'm not your star"

Isn't that what you said?

What you thought this song meant?

And if this is what it takes

Just to lie with my mistakes

And live with what I did to you

All the hell I put you through

I always catch the clock, it's 11:11

And now you want to talk

It's not hard to dream

You'll always be my Konstantine

My Konstantine

They'll never hurt you like I do

No, they'll never hurt you like I do

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

This is to a girl who got into my head

With all the pretty things she did

Hey, you know

You keep me up in bed

This is to a girl who got into my head

With all these fucked up things I did

Hey, maybe, baby

You could keep me up in bed

My Konstantine

You spin around me like a dream

We played out on this movie screen

And I said

"Did you know I miss you?"

"Did you know I miss you?"

"Did you know I miss you?"

"Did you know I miss you?"

"Did you know I miss you?"

"Did you know I miss you?"

"Did you know I miss you?"

I miss you

And then you bring me home

And we'll go to sleep, but this time, not alone, no, no

And you'll kiss me in your living room

I know, I know you miss me in your living room

'Cause these nights I think maybe that I miss you in my living room

But we don't have much room

I said, "Does anybody need that room?"

Because we all need a little more room

There's a reason not to perform.

[enolareven]

[FFXIV RP/OC Short Story]

Nergui Qestir - A Mystery Unveiled

(part 4)

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Nergui stood above the newly laid rug in the corner of Id'Shidh, beside the bookcase and void magic tome. The rug was small and round, and had been enchanted with a spell that grew charming pink flowers from it. He had acquired it from a vendor in Idyllshire earlier while gathering ingredients and studying botany, an indispensable knowledge for a witch who desired to make magical potions.

It made for such a peaceful and comforting place to meditate. The flowers were sure to help protect one from harmful negative energy or spirits while in the sensitive trance state.

Nergui smiled in satisfaction and then sighed, pacing over to the window to gaze out through it while his shoulders slumped. He placed a hand longingly on the window as his thoughts carried on a monologue,

"What does it mean? It makes no sense. I don't get it...my echo has never told me a lie before."

The other day, when he'd gone to see his grandmother for advice on the Azim Steppe, she'd given him an old stole that belonged to her daughter- his mother. She held a hand on his head, signaling to him that he should use his gift and the stole to try to see into the past of its owner and learn something.

At first, he had his doubts, as it was very hard to force the echo's powers despite all the practice. But he wore it for the rest of the day, and even to sleep at night, in hopes of a vision. In his sleep, it came. He could tell right away that it was no ordinary dream; it was very lucid, and the colors were all faded unlike his usual vividly colored dreams. He was watching the past again.

He saw a Xaela woman who matched the description and photos of his mother: a light tan-skinned woman with long reddish brown hair pulled up, wearing the Qestir lilac-purple coat and a furres hat. She was out in a field pulling wild cabbages out from a patch of grass, and turned around as she felt something looming over her. Her face froze in terror, and she was knocked down almost as soon as she'd begun to run. She was dragged slaughtered by something large, a wild beast or monster of some kind with a exact shape that couldn't be discerned in the shadows of the dream.

Blood splattered, and a scream was silenced. The woman lay by the river, grotesquely mutilated with her head separated from her body, which had its parts rearranged quite a bit and many pieces visible that were not meant to be outside the flesh.

He had woken up with chills and confusion, holding his arms around himself tightly and furrowing as he stared into the floor and thought about the gruesome scene.

He had not told anyone yet; and still did not trust the dream entirely. The story he knew of his mother's death was nothing like this - she had died of an illness while he was a baby. She had it for some time and eventually became so weak and fatigued that she passed away. He was told that his mother was broken-hearted after his father's death, which worsened her condition. She was not attacked by a wild beast or murdered as in that gory dream-vision.

But why, and how, did the echo show him a false past this time? What was this? Was it true, and he was ignorant of some crucial detail? Was it not really his mother? Or did she somehow survive this brutal attack? The latter was highly unlikely from the looks of it.

Nergui shook his head and made a small, "tch!" sound from the corner of his mouth.

"I have no way of knowing when this supposedly happened, either. Was I born yet, or not?"

He drew in a deep breath and heaved it back out, letting the tension fall from his shoulders. Perhaps working the shoppe for another night would relax his mind while he pondered everything in the downtime. He went to setting up the spell for the day on the round table in the center of the room. An amethyst, purple roses, and lavender incense. For intuition, relaxation, mental strength, and powerful intuition.

He sent out a retainer to post a notice in the market board and sat down on the new rug in a lotus position to relax, and began reading from the tome where he left off, muttering about voidsent summonings as he read.

The day was slow, with one Roegadyn woman entering the shoppe and sharing some interesting stories about her unique family, and her adopted Xaela sister who wished to know more about her own origins. He thought it yet another sign to investigate his past; there may be something to learning about one's unknown roots. When the lovely guest had left, he quickly closed up the shoppe after parting words and packed up a bag with his mother(?)'s stole and some basics, including a small bag of zefir, one of his favorite comfort foods that happened to be good for one's mental and magical ability and focus.

It was time to go have these new questions answered, and hopefully not with more questions again.

[haikwritings]

Haikyuu Boys / No Nut November - Part One

Part Two

Character Mentions: Ushijima, Atsumu, Bokuto, Tsukishima & Kuroo.

Warnings: Definitely Smut

Wakatoshi Ushijima

It has been a week since he started the No Nut November challenge along with his teammates; The Schweiden Adlers.

“Babe?” Y/n called as she got out of the bathroom, seeing her boyfriend in their shared bed reading a book about vegetables.

She was a bit annoyed and stressed about the challenge her boyfriend had accepted, but who was she to stop him from winning?

“What movie do you want to see?” Y/n asked sweetly.

They didn't really watch movies, but since sex was forbidden this month—there wasn't much of a choice.

“Anything.” Ushijima answered a little desperately.

‘Wow, he’s really taking this challenge so well.’ Y/n thought.

But what she didn’t knew though...

He was living a hell inside of him.

‘Cucumber, Carrots, Lettuce—’ Ushijima kept thinking.

He was trying to distract himself from her.

‘Kale, Broccoli, Spinach—’ Ushijima kept thinking.

He missed having sex, he missed being able to cum as much as he wanted.

‘Asparagus, Cabbages, Brussels—’ Ushijima kept thinking.

He had been hard and horny for days—

He didn’t knew how much he could resist.

“Babe?” Y/n asked confused.

He hadn’t notice, but he was too focus focusing on naming every vegetable in the world— that he didn’t notice his girlfriend calling him.

“Yes?” Ushijima asked confused.

“A-Are you okay?” Y/n asked worried, seeing him lost in his own thoughts.

His plan was failing, he was now focusing on her.

“Babe?” Y/n asked again worried, laying next to him.

He suddenly didn’t remember any vegetables—

“Babe?” Y/n asked as she touched his hand.

He felt his skin bristle at her sudden innocent touch—

“T-Toshi?” Y/n asked as she felt his body tense.

He felt like he could cum just right there and now.

“Babe?” Y/n asked worried as she stroke his hand softly.

‘Why isn’t he answering me?’ Y/n thought.

His heart was beating rapidly, he was having trouble breathing—

He was reaching his high and he didn’t knew how.

“I- I—” Ushijima managed to grunt.

Closing his eyes as he came from his high.

Cumming just from her touch.

“I—” Ushijima managed to say.

“D-Did you just—” Y/n was going to ask surprised but was interrupted by his sudden answer.

“Yes.” Ushijima answered bluntly.

Atsumu Miya

She knew what was coming when November came.

“No sex for a month.” Atsumu said proudly.

Not Nut November—

He was excited for this month, as he felt like he had control of himself.

“Well, if that’s what you want, babe.” Y/n whispered calmly.

Which, he didn’t.

“He won’t last an hour.” Sakusa whispered to himself.

Everyone was aware of how little self-control Atsumu had with himself. Everyone knew unfortunately how horny he was—especially his girlfriend, Y/n.

‘I guess he’s kinda right.’ Y/n thought to herself.

She knew he wasn't going to last, they both fucked like rabbits.

24/7, No Rest.

“It’s been six hours, ‘Tsumu.” Y/n whispered as she saw him standing on their window.

“I-It feels like a month.” Atsumu answered poetically.

She wanted to be supportive but Atsumu made it hard for her.

Specially if he was looking at her like she was a piece of meat.

“‘Tsumu...” Y/n warned as he stared at her a little more deeply, almost drooling in the process.

“W-What?” Atsumu asked innocently.

Again, it was difficult.

“You’re already hard?” Y/n asked in disbelief, seeing his hardened member throbbing in his pants.

Again, he had no self-control.

Is safe to think that sometimes he thinks with his dick.

“Wanna fuck?” Atsumu asked flirtatiously.

“Thought you'd never ask.” Y/n answered sweetly.

At least he made it through the middle of the day.

Kōtarō Bokuto

“Bo?” Y/n called as she came in with the grocery bags.

She had gone out to buy meat for her sad boyfriend.

“I bought steak and meat strips, your favorite.” Y/n said as she put them in the fridge

Reason for his sadness?

No Nut November.

“Y-You did?” Bokuto asked sweetly with puppy eyes.

Ten days had passed and he felt that he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Of course, I did.” Y/n answered sweetly.

What is the prize for the winner?

A BBQ party.

“Thanks babe.” Bokuto answered sweetly.

A BBQ party sounded awesome for him...

But he missed sex.

“So?” Y/n asked innocently as she sat on his lap, thinking that it would make him feel better.

But her innocent move— wasn’t doing him any good.

“I- I—” Bokuto stutter flustered.

He felt his hard member pressed against her ass, and his brain stopped working.

“What did you do when I left?” Y/n asked innocently.

He needed her to move, to make a friction— anything.

He needed to feel her somehow, otherwise he would go crazy.

“Babe?” Y/n asked worried as he saw him looking at her ass.

Immediately flinching as she felt his hand on her hips, moving her body slowly.

“Babe?” Y/n asked confused.

“I- I need to cum.” Bokuto managed to whispered.

She knew he couldn’t take it anymore and she knew well enough that he was going to feel bad afterwards.

“You wanna cum?” Y/n asked sweetly, almost teasingly.

So, she knew she needed to bring the best of him.

“Let’s see if you’re a good boy.” Y/n said sweetly, moving her hips against his cock just the way she knows he likes it.

“I- I’m a good boy.” Bokuto pouted, as he felt his breathing getting heavier.

“Show me.” Y/n teased sweetly, moving her hips a little bit faster.

She knew he was close, by the way he closed his eyes—

By the way he was muttering and moaning nonsense,

He couldn't form complete sentences.

“Prove it.” Y/n said sweetly.

She just knew him too well.

“I- I’m cumming.” Bokuto managed to moaned as he grabbed her and kissed her.

Immediately feeling his big load on his pants.

“T-That’s it babe.” Y/n preached sweetly.

“I- I—” Bokuto stutter, coming from his high.

“Such a good boy.” Y/n whispered in his ear.

Immediately jumping when his phone started to ring.

‘Who the hell is calling?’ Y/n thought.

“Yeah?” Bokuto answered his phone, trying to catch his breath.

“You fail didn’t you?” Atsumu asked on the other line.

He looked at her and smirked.

“Hell yeah, I did.” Bokuto smirked happily.

Kei Tsukishima

“What’s your problem?” Y/n asked confused and annoyed.

Annoyed by her boyfriend’s shitty attitude.

“Nothing.” Tsukishima answered annoyed.

Since the challenge of No Nut November had started, he had been colder and more unbearable.

“Tsuki. Is been two weeks.” Y/n said annoyed.

“So? I’m not loosing.” Tsukishima answered annoyed.

She wasn’t having it with his attitude.

“So, you better get that through your head.” Tsukishima warned.

And what better way to show it?

“Okay, Daddy.” Y/n answered sweetly but teasingly.

He felt his heart stopped as he heard his special nickname.

“Stop.” Tsukishima said annoyed.

She knew she had a lot of effect on him.

“Or what Daddy? Are you going to punish me?” Y/n asked as she smirked.

He was already feeling like cumming, just by her words.

“Don’t be such a brat.” Tsukishima warned.

“Brat? Oh. I didn’t know Daddy, why don’t you come here and punish me?” Y/n teased again.

He hated how she knew how to turned him on.

And he hated the brat she was being.

“Daddy?” Y/n called nervously as she saw him standing in front of her with lust in his eyes.

“Such a little brat, can’t even let me win a fucking challenge. Is that’s how needy you’re?” Tsukishima asked.

Because she knew how to push his buttons.

“On the bed. Naked. Wide for me.” Tuskishima command.

Making her heart flustered.

Tetsurō Kuroo

“Ku—” Y/n moaned at his rough and hungry kisses on her neck.

It had been fifteen days since Kuroo had decided to follow the No Nut November challenge.

“M- More—” Y/n pleaded softly as she felt his hand down her arousal.

It had been really hard for him— he was used to doing it ALL THE TIME.

“Where are your manners?” Kuroo whispered softly, teasing her.

So, it was hard for him not to get off.

“P-Please—” Y/n pleaded softly.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get her off.

“Please what?” Kuroo asked teasingly.

“P-Please touch me.” Y/n whispered as tears slipped from her eyes.

“Anything for you baby.” Kuroo whispered as his fingers toyed with her panties—slipping them down slowly and teasingly.

He loved seeing her desperate.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” Kuroo teased as he touched her arousal.

And of course she was...

She was desperate, she haven’t felt him in fifteen days—

All because of that stupid challenge he was following along with Kenma.

“P-Please.” Y/n pleaded softly as he inserted his two fingers.

“Someone is desperate.” Kuroo teased, moving his fingers faster in that special spot of her.

“I- So good.” Y/n managed to moaned, feeling her body trembled.

She didn’t knew how he was surviving. She thought he wouldn’t even last five days, but here they were.

“I- I— wait.” Y/n moaned feeling something weird building up in her tummy.

She didn’t knew how to tell him, but her building orgasm was feeling a little different this time.

“K-Kuroo.” Y/n moaned, she couldn’t warned him since it felt so good.

“What got you so turned on?” Kuroo smirked.

He didn’t knew what was up with her,

She was a moaning and a blushing mess.

“Come on, just like that.” Kuroo teased, taking his thumb and pressing it to her clit, which make her go feral.

“Fuck.” Y/n moaned as she came immediately, grabbing unto his hair.

Her orgasm was definitely different.

Her turned vision white, she was dizzy— she was lost completely in the pleasure.

“I- I—” Y/n moaned, trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly noticing the mess that she had made thanks to his powerful fingers.

“Fuck.” Y/n said.

She had never squirted before.

“Babe?” Y/n said nervously as she looked at Kuroo who was perplexed—

“Fuck.” Kuroo smirked.

Suddenly looking down at his pants, seeing a big wet patch on them.

‘I-It can be.’ Y/n thought.

Could he had just cummed from seeing her cum?

“D-Did you just—cum?” Y/n asked seeing him blushing.

“Maybe.” Kuroo answered nervously.

A minute of silent for this loser.

[txemrn]

Ricochet

"Like Moths to the Flame"

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x F!OC (Tatum Erikson)

Rating: Teen

Series Music inspo: Ricochet by Starset (more of an acoustic fan? Check it here.)

Chapter Music Inspo: (see above)

Summary: Almost two decades ago, he gave love a chance--and she betrayed him. Now after all of this time, Dr. Ethan Ramsey and Dr. Tatum Erikson realize that their past feelings might not exactly be ancient history--especially now that they are forced to work together.

Category: Angst; sprinkles of fluff; mini series

Warning/Trope: language; suggested child abuse and sexual promiscuity

Word Count: 4783 (+/-)

A/N: this is a new mini-series specifically created for the @openheartfanfics Trope Challenge, and this chapter is my submission for Week 1: And there's some good ol' Pining...

Dr. Tatum Erikson was born a few weeks ago during a Drunken Drabbles sesh (click here if you'd like to read that fic), and since then, she has become a dear character to me that I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for taking the time, and I hope you enjoy the story!

Characters and some plot belong to Pixelberry!

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The warm blinding flare of the September sun boldly radiates through the spider-cracked windows. Each fracture of the glass refracts an explosion of prismatic colors, casting a kaleidoscope of rainbows across the heavily-worn linoleum flooring. A thick haze of cigarette smoke billows slowly in the afternoon beams while broken liquor bottles sparkle like precious gems amongst the chaos of filth and trash.

But, six-year-old Tatum is a million miles away from the dilapidated double-wide. Together with her imagination and her favorite doll, Miss Jingletoes, a stuffed fabric cut-out her Gammie made for her when her parents couldn't afford a Cabbage Patch baby, Tatum is whisked away to an opulent palace far away with her true love: a tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes and thick dark hair, none other than Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid. Here, her tangled, unkempt blonde hair is beautifully braided with a crown, and her stained, hand-me-down clothes have transformed into a shimmering ballgown for endless dancing in the living room.

"Can you and Lady Jingletoes meet me for tea?" Tatum mimics a deep, masculine voice with a British accent.

"Oh, Prince Eric," she responds in a proper-sounding tone. "We would be delighted!" She offers her hand in the air, pretending it is being kissed. Continuing to giggle, Tatum grabs her doll and dances carelessly in circles around the room.

But, suddenly, a foam dart with a suction-cup tip hits her in the arm. "Hey!" Tatum cries out with annoyance, only to be hit once more--but this time, close to her face. "Trevor! I'm trying to play!" She yelps, her hands on her hips.

Tatum's eleven-year-old brother Trevor jumps out from behind the couch with his neon green Nerf gun in hand. He approaches his little sister thoughtfully. "Are you hurt?"

"Well, no."

"Good." With a mischievous grin and his tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth, he aims and fires his toy gun once more, hitting Tatum in the face.

"Trevor!" She shrieks, grabbing a throw pillow. She chunks it at his head as he continues to cackle, dodging her efforts.

"You've got to aim better than that, Tater Tot--" he shoots her again.

"You are such a butthead!" She chunks another pillow at her older brother. Catching the pillow perfectly, he charges at his little sister, swatting her with the pillow as she begins to giggle wildly. “You’re going to get us both in trouble if you keep throwing this thing and it breaks something!”

Tatum falls to the floor, laughing with her brother. He tosses the pillow to the side. He quickly collides on the ground with his sister, playfully wrestling with her and tickling her feet. Their laughter fills the room--that is, until they both suddenly freeze, staring at each other in terror.

The rumble from the exhaust of their father’s rusty pick-up rattles the trailer, the shrill of his brakes sending chills up Tatum and Trevors’ spines. Tatum tucks her body into a ball, clamping her hands over her ears, her skin littered with goosebumps. With the slamming of the heavy metal door, the kids can hear the slew of curses under their dad’s breath, which means only one thing: he's been drinking. Again.

"C'mon," whispers Trevor, pulling Tatum to a stand. He gives her an encouraging crooked smile. “It’s gonna be okay.”

The back door swings open, the doorknob hitting against the metal-siding. Trevor quickly guides his sister around the corner to hide. He steadies her behind him, holding his finger up to his mouth while he peeks around the corner at their dad.

"Kids?" The older man bellows. "Trevor? Tatum? Where the hell are y'all?" His feet are clumsy and heavy, and his gait unsteady.

Tatum clings to her brother's arm, closing her eyes as she hears her father tripping over furniture, drinking glasses crashing to the ground, kicking through towers of beer cans. Trevor rolls his eyes upwards before looking back at the disaster that was their dad.

Trevor and Tatum love their father the best they knew how to as children; afterall, that was their daddy. He taught Trevor how to change the oil on the Ford; he showed Tatum how to tie her shoes. But, everything changed when he injured his back working downtown at the chemical plant. Unable to work, he quickly turned from someone they admired into someone they feared.

“Get your asses out here now!”

Tatum whimpers, looking at her brother for direction. “What do we do?”

Trevor looks back at their father; he then takes Tatum’s hand, and together, they scurry to Trevor’s room. “Get down,” he instructs. He locks the door, but for backup, he takes a chair, and wedges it underneath the doorknob.

The abrupt stomping of feet startles the children as their father begins to bang on Trevor’s bedroom door. “Open this door!” He angrily twists on the handle. “Open this goddamn door right now!”

Trevor grabs a blanket from his bed; taking his sister’s hand, they hide in their usual spot: the closet. Trevor sits himself down first against the wall; he pulls Tatum close to his side, covering them both up with the woven throw. Turning on a flashlight, he shuts the door.

“I’m scared, Trevor,” Tatum whimpers, pinching her eyes closed, nuzzling her head into her brother’s shoulder as the abrasive poundings become louder and louder.

“Tater Tot, look at me.” The little girl flashes a terrified glance at her big brother, gripping tightly to his shirt. “He’s not gonna get you this time, okay? He’s never gonna hurt you again. You're safe now--”

“When’s Mommy coming home?” Her words hopelessly quiver.

Trevor tightens his embrace around his little sister, leaning his head back against the wall.. “I--I don’t know--”

“Is Mommy ever coming home?”

Trevor sighs, storm clouds gathering in his own eyes. He shakes his head. “Don’t know, Tate--” Tatum’s tiny body grows limp against her brother, sobbing into his shirt as they quietly listen to the wails of their belligerent father.

“But, hey, you know what I do know?” Trevor nudges Tatum with his shoulder to sit up, more upbeat. “I know that I will always stand up for you and protect you. And--and whenever you get scared, just come get me.”

Tatum’s breath hitches in her chest as she wipes her face with her arm. “You promise?”

Trevor forces a grin, being brave for his sister. “Of course. I’m your big brother. You know what that means?” Tatum quiets down, listening intently. “It means that no matter what, I will always be here for you, Tatum.”

Tatum.

“Tatum!”

Dr. Tatum Erikson startles from her memories. “What?” She inadvertently sasses, holding a fist to her heart as she turns quickly to the voice calling her name.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Erikson, ma’am, but, um, they’re prepping the patient in the OR.”

With a blush crawling across her face, Tatum curtly nods. “Thank you. I’ll be right there.” As soon as the locker room door closes, Tatum relaxes her arm away from her chest. Unfolding her grip, a silver chain fumbles between fingers, revealing a pair of military dog tags resting in her palm. She smiles warmly as she brushes her thumb over the etching: Erikson, Trevor M.

It’s been well-over thirty years since that day in the closet, but Tatum remembers that day so vividly, she can almost touch it, almost taste it. Most might see it as a tragic memory; her $300-an-hour therapist relates it to her fear of intimacy. But for Tatum, it was a day she will always treasure. It was the first time someone actually saw her, the first time she was put first. It was the first time someone actually believed she deserved better than the hand she was dealt.

But, then she met him, and the days of needing her older brother to protect her vanished. If only Trevor had been there to save Tatum from herself...

It was Tatum’s third month establishing a new life in Boston, and only her second week as the Chief of Obstetrics and Gynecology at Edenbrook Hospital. Coming back to the east coast proved lonely and difficult, not just because the city was home to some of her most haunting demons. But, she had no one, no family, no friends. And worse, he's here.

Even worse: he's her boss.

God, and does he think that's why she's here? Surely he wouldn't make that assumption. Afterall, 'Ethan and Tatum': that was such a long time ago, med school-long time ago. And he ended it--not that she blames him-- but it's over. They were a moment in time, a split second, actually. A distant memory, ancient news. She barely remembers them ever being together.

Except she saw him. Once. And it was like a lightning bolt straight to her heart, electrifying her nerves. And she's been avoiding him ever since.

Damnit. He was still Ethan, her Ethan. Sure, he was more mature with a few silver highlights, a few extra pounds, and several deep expression lines, framing his face, but it's him. Her supporter. Her protector. Her safe haven.

And a few moments is all it took--

No. She can't fall into that trap again--she won't. He left her when she needed him the most; she hadn't forgotten that. That was the real Ethan Ramsey, not some fairytale dream.

Tatum looks down at the metal tags in her hand one last time. Allowing her nail to gently rumble over the embossed lettering, she naturally swells with pride. The greatest man, the most selfless and self-sacrificial man she has ever known was of her same flesh and blood. He taught her so much about life, about love, and about herself.

Trevor joined the army straight out of high school. His servant’s heart sent him overseas where he was able to lead, fight, and protect the innocent, the hopeless and the broken. He served as a big brother to other soldiers and civilians alike, reassuring people that life can and will be better. He saved thousands upon thousands of people’s lives over the course of his life, the first being that terrified girl in the closet that day so long ago.

A love with no walls. A love with no judgments. A love that was truly unconditional.

A love that was purely Trevor Erikson.

Not Ethan Ramsey.

...no matter what, I will always be here for you. The words swirl through her head as she hangs up the tags in her locker.

“Always.”

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The abrupt clap of thunder rattles the opulent floor-length window in his bedroom. Laying stoically on his side, he watches silently as the dark gray sky ignites for a split second before falling back into the darkness of the early morning. He’s been watching this light show for the past hour, his brain refusing to relax. His mind seems to never shut off completely ever since he accepted the position of Chief of Medicine at Edenbrook; recently, however, rather than worrying about matters at the hospital, he’s preoccupied against his will about matters of the heart. Ethan Ramsey is consumed with thoughts of her.

He could almost kill Naveen for hiring her! The old man could have at the very least warned Ethan about her before turning over the reins. Granted, his former mentor was unaware of his past with Dr. Erikson, but now that she officially works directly underneath him, Ethan internally battles with himself daily between avoiding her completely, and his secret hope of crossing her path.

Of course, the first time--and only time--he runs into her forces him to assist her with a surgery! A fucking post-mortem cesarean, at that! One of which he disagreed with in the first place! But, telling Tatum ‘no’ was like disagreeing with nature. No one can stop the winds of a hurricane or the heat from the sun. Tatum Erikson was a force, one that changed Ethan’s life forever.

Ethan Ramsey didn’t believe in love. Well, not in the way Hollywood would have people see it. Love is a very real thing, but rather than believing in the magic of love with floating hearts everywhere, Ethan fully believes there is an explanation of love through science. He believed in the sudden rush of chemicals, like estrogen, oxytocin, dopamine and serotonin, that heighten the senses, increasing sexual appetite. Overtime, electrical pathways in the brain form an understanding that this person that keeps pumping the body with these mood-elevating hormones needs to stay. They call it attachment, but it’s literally an addiction. It’s no different than a drug-user seeking a high, but Hallmark banks on it. Society celebrates the chemical dependence in the form of weddings and anniversaries. Congratulations! You haven’t been sober in ten years! Love wouldn’t control Ethan’s destiny; only he could do that.

But, then, she walked into his life.

“Shit, can you believe this?” Ethan’s new friend and colleague Tobias Carrick takes a seat next to him in the stadium-style layout of the auditorium. They had met the previous week during Johns Hopkins Welcome Week festivities.

Pushing up his glasses, Ethan looks at his new comrade, aloof to what he’s referring to with his question.

“Over two hundred new medical students, half of which are female, and not one--not a single one-- is fuckable.”

Twenty-two-year-old Ethan raises an eyebrow, coyly grinning to feign agreement before returning to reading the clinical outline and syllabus. He enjoyed sex just like the next guy, but Ethan is overpowered by another lust: success. He wanted to be the best in his field, and that started now in medical school by setting a precedent over the other students. He couldn’t afford to be distracted now.

“Yowza!” Tobias chuckles under his breath.

Trying to ignore his sex-driven friend, Ethan continues to read. He can feel Tobias’s eager stare, tracking someone across the room, but Ethan refuses to entertain his behavior by paying it attention.

“Hellooooo, nurse,” he jeers, licking his lips as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Oooo, and a tramp stamp to boot? Now we’re talking.”

Ethan scoffs, rolling his eyes at Tobias. But, suddenly, the sway and brilliance of her radiant blonde hair caught Ethan’s eye. His attention fumbles down her shapely body. Her white wife-beater was snug around her curves, revealing the straps of her black lacy bra. Her low-rise jeans tempted fate of over-exposure, a studded belt around her hips her only insurance.

She takes a seat directly in front of the gawkers. Pulling her long tresses into a ponytail, a soft, sweet fragrance of red plum and freesia teases Ethan’s senses. With her hair out of the way, Ethan takes notice of the shimmer of tiny platinum wisps resting perfectly on her soft, beachy-bronze skin.

“You think she’s in the right place?” whispers a smirking Tobias, cupping his hand.

“Excuse me,” she suddenly turns around, eyeing the two young men, catching them by surprise. She holds up the collection of papers on her desk, and smiles warmly. “Have they said anything about this yet?”

Staring into her captivating blues, entranced by her watermelon-flavored pink lips, Ethan and Tobias freeze. Without saying a word, they both robotically shake their heads no.

“Oh,” her face falls from their odd, less-than-friendly behavior. “Okay. Thanks!” She smiles curtly before turning back around in her seat.

“Bro, we gotta hit that!” silently cheers Tobias.

And for the first time that day, Ethan agreed with him.

Fuck. Not this game again. Rolling back onto his back, Ethan stares blankly at the vaulted ceiling. With a groan, he presses the heels of his hands into his exhausted eyes. Stop thinking about her, you idiot. He hadn’t forgotten what she did to him, how badly she hurt him, how devastated he was when she betrayed him. He could barely eat; he could barely sleep. He lost himself in her, and when she was gone, when she chose to throw their relationship away for a one night stand, he was just lost. Just like a drug, she had ruined him.

But just like a drug, he’s now had another taste. And he craves more.

4:52 AM. What’s the point of trying to sleep now? His alarm is about to go off in eight minutes. Ethan goes ahead and pulls on his gym clothes, packing his suit and tie in a hanging garment bag, his white coat already in his office. After tying up his Brooks, he pats his knee, whistling with his teeth.

A tiny jingle sounds in the corner of the room as a medium-size white dog with giant brown spots and floppy brown ears stretches from his bed before making his way over to his owner. “How’s my Jenner, boy?” Ethan lovingly runs his hands over the fluffy mutt’s face, Jenner’s tail wagging furiously. Ethan nuzzles his nose into the sweet, furry face, Jenner quickly stealing a wet kiss from his master.

Ethan sighs as he continues to pet his sweet companion. “It’s raining boy.” Jenner offers a soft yelp as he trots to the door. “No, I said it’s raining--” Jenner jumps up on Ethan’s knee, licking his cheek. “Damnit, Jenner!” he chuckles, pushing the dog off of him. Ethan exhales deeply, running his fingers down his tired face. “Will you at least do your business under the dog park’s porte cochére?” The four-legged friend barks eagerly as he is leashed and guided out the front door.

Ethan always enjoys getting out with Jenner--preferably when it’s not raining. But the venture will be beneficial for both of them. Jenner, of course, needs the exercise. But, for Ethan, the fresh air is always a nice reset button, preparing him for a brand new day--especially with the past trying to call him so eagerly lately.

Suddenly, Ethan feels the pocket of his sweat pants vibrating. Pulling out his phone, he grimaces. He stares at the name on the screen for a long time before deciding to answer.

“Rookie? Are you okay?”

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“Thank you, everyone,” Tatum pulls off her dirty OR gown and gloves, tossing them in a waste receptacle.

“Pressure dressing, ma’am?”

“Um, you’ve got Tefla?” The nurse nods, quickly grabbing the supplies. “I think it just needs some pressure, but if that right side keeps oozing, page me.” Both women nod in agreement before Tatum turns to make her way around the operating table to talk face-to-face with her patient.

“He’s absolutely beautiful, Dominique!” She cheerfully glances over to the baby warmer before continuing. “I’ll be making my rounds later this morning. I’ll check on you then.”

The patient’s husband quickly grabs Tatum’s hand, shaking it enthusiastically. “Dr. Erikson, thank you--thank you so much!”

Giving an endearing squeeze to his shoulder with an appreciative nod, the physician leaves the OR suite, returning to the labor & delivery floor. Checking out the main labor board, Tatum is greeted by the dayshift charge nurse.

“I haven’t had the opportunity to meet the new chief!” she smiles brightly. “Welcome aboard, Dr.--”

“Erikson,” Tatum cordially returns the smile, offering her hand.

“Erikson,” curiously echoes the nurse. “I thought they told me a different name--” she shrugs her shoulders before taking Tatum’s hand. “--well, whatever. I’m Rhonda. It’s so nice to meet you finally, Dr. Erikson.”

“Likewise,” Tatum cordially nods as she looks at her watch. “God, is it already shift change?”

“Not yet,” the seasoned nurse replies. “I just like to get here early. You know? Prepare for the jungle.”

Tatum chuckles, nodding her head. “I understand that,” she agrees, taking off her scrub cap, allowing her scalp to breathe as she fluffs out her bun. “Well, the 7:15 is my case. Since I have some time, I’m going to sneak downstairs.” Rhonda nods as Tatum slowly saunters away. “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Donut?”

“Ahhh, a doctor we don’t have to train,” Rhonda winks. Both women laugh understandingly as Tatum makes breakfast plans for the oncoming staff before quickly heading to the cafeteria.

Tatum is shocked as she enters the massive, open-concept cafeteria. She wasn’t used to having so many options, so many fresh dishes that could be cooked up instantly determined by which station you choose. But, keeping with routine, she heads to an omelet making station.

“Next.”

“Hi, um, good morning,” Tatum greets the short, stalky cook, “I guess I’d like an omelet--”

“Ma’am, this is the omelet line--”

“Right, of course,” she offers a toothy smile, shocked at the sarcasm. “Can I get just egg whites--” The cook begins to groan, rolling her eyes. “--on second thought, regular eggs are just fine!” Tatum feels her cheeks begin to flush. What was this lady’s problem? Don’t people eat egg white omelets in Boston?

“Ma’am, there’s a line gathering behind you--”

Tatum looks behind her, seeing three workers in scrubs waiting behind her. “Right--” she titters, nervously pushing hair strands behind her ears. “I’d like all the vegetables. The peppers, the onions, the mushrooms--”

“Any condiments?”

“Can you mix together sour cream--”

“--guacamole, and salsa on the side,” echoes a familiar baritone voice, causing Tatum to quickly turn around to discover Ethan towering over her shoulder.

“Ethan--” she clears her throat, “I mean, Dr. Ramsey.”

“Morning, Dr. Erikson,” he coolly responds, offering a charming smile before turning his attention to the cook. “I surely hope our new chief of OB isn’t giving you a hard time, Clarence.”

“Not at all,” the cook flirtatiously giggles, “--Dr. Ramsey,” she singsongs, winking at Ethan.

“Dr. Erikson is a creature of habit,” he smirks, looking down at the petite physician. “I can’t believe you are still stirring together guac, sour cream and salsa like a four-year-old--”

“Hey! It’s delicious. Not everything has to change when you grow up--”

“--thank goodness, a lot does change,” he mutters under his breath, averting his eyes from his ex.

Tatum’s shoulders slump; she can feel the warmth burning across her chest and up her neck. She wishes he would just go away, just leave her alone if he’s going to be mean. This was the second time she has seen him in years, and it’s the second time he took a cheap shot at her. Is this their relationship now? Him rubbing her nose in her mistakes?

To her relief, Ethan walks ahead of her to the cashier. Side-eying him, she notices he’s pointing to her food that is currently cooking on the grill; next he’s swiping his credit card.

“Uh--excuse me, um--” Tatum collects her food from the cook, “Thank you, ma’am,” she quickly power walks to Ethan’s side, verifying that he has nothing in his hands. “Did you just buy my breakfast?” Ethan doesn’t acknowledge her. He puts his card back into his wallet, avoiding her gaze. Nodding to the cashier, he walks away.

“Hey!” Tatum hollers out. Ethan stops in his tracks, turning back towards her. She scoffs, piercing into his eyes. “What was that--?”

“Are you eating down here?” Ethan interrupts.

Tatum sardonically chuckles. “Excuse me?”

“Are you eating down here?

Tatum glares at Ethan, trying to read his expression. What kind of game was he playing? “Yes,” she swallows thickly, trying to remain cordial, but she can’t help but remain suspicious. “I’m eating down here. Alone.” She fakes a smile, then pushes past Ethan, rolling her eyes.

Tatum finds a quiet place to herself in a corner, away from the breakfast crowd. She pulls out her pager and her phone, ensuring that she is able to hear them in the midst of the cafeteria commotion. She glances around the room, ensuring Ethan was gone as she tucks a napkin into her lap.

She sighs. That could’ve gone better.

She opens up the styrofoam container that’s holding her omelet. She takes a quick sniff, enjoying the delicious aroma, anticipating the amazing flavors--and that’s when she realizes it: she forgot a fork. She laughs to herself, shaking her head.

“Forget something?” The deep voice startles her again from behind her back.

“Ethan, I--” Turning towards him, Tatum starts to speak, but is interrupted with the sound of crinkling plastic. The tall physician slowly holds up a package of black utensils. Her eyes widen as she stares at the fork and knife, her attention crawling up his arm and falling into his crystal gaze. Suddenly feeling awkward, she looks back down at his kind gesture. Her heart revs wildly in her chest; her breathing labors, becoming more difficult. She looks back at his face, only this time, she accidentally glances at his lips before meeting his eyes again.

She can feel her cheeks warm--and she curses herself because she knows he notices. Tatum chews on her bottom lip as memories begin to explode like fireworks into her vision. It’s not déja vu. It was--it was something else.

“I see four of you--there should be one more student--”

“I’m here!” Tatum makes a mad dash to the group of her med school colleagues and her college advisor, struggling to close her wet umbrella. “I am so sorry--the roads were closed due to flooding and--”

“Erikson, nice of you to join us.” The advisor smiles at Tatum, but quickly frowns. “Let’s not make this a habit. Time equals lives. Remember that.” She huffs. “Welcome to the Clinical Foundations of Medicine. Follow me.”

As the other students follow suit, Tatum quickly changes her socks, sinking her feet into a dry pair of Danskos. She starts digging in her backpack, looking for her supplies when a handsome voice interrupts her frenzy.

"Do you need a pen?"

Tatum frantically slips on her scrub top, smoothing out her rain-drenched hair before stuffing her pockets with medical cheat sheets and pharmacology references. She finally looks up at her classmate peering down at her, his crystal eyes a stark contrast from his dark, wavy hair.

"I'm sorry--what?"

"Oh, um--" he nervously chuckles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His stare fixates on the multicolored pen in his hand. "You just, I don't know, look like you're having a rough morning, y'know? Rain and all--wait! Not that you look rough. I just…"

"I'm sure I'm a sight, that's for sure," Tatum mumbles under her breath as she continues to dry off her neck and face with paper towels. She realizes she's still being watched. "Um, did you need something there, cowboy?"

"Oh, yeah--I mean, no." Tatum raises an eyebrow along with a corner of her mouth. "I was just making sure you didn't need a pen--"

"Are you seriously doing that?" Tatum stands up tall, piling her blonde hair in a bun on her head.

"Doing what?" He looks stunned, almost offended.

"You know?" She locks up her bag in her locker before affixing her badge to her lapel. "Offering me a pen as an excuse to talk to me?" Tatum winks, quickly walking away to join the rest of their group in the skills lab. But, without warning, he catches up from behind her.

"It worked, didn't it?" He whispers, his words baited with chuckles.

"Huh?"

"We're talking now, aren't we?" He smirks, holding out the pen.

She sighs, raising an eyebrow. "Touché," she stifles a smile, taking the pen before holding out her hand. "I'm Tatum Erikson."

"Ethan. Ethan Ramsey."

“Are these utensils not good enough for you?” He jokes.

His quiet laugh pulls Tatum from the memory, her earliest memory of Ethan Ramsey. She quickly shakes the stars from her eyes, offering a sarcastic titter. “It’s--” she clears her throat, “it’s fine.” She grins appreciatively. “Thank you--” Ethan quickly slides into the seat across from her. “Um--what are you doing?”

“Sitting down. What are you--?”

“I told you I was eating alone,” she snaps.

“You are eating alone,” he raises an eyebrow, offering a crooked smile. “I just wanted to sit here. Alone.”

“Did you seriously just do that?” Tatum takes a bite of her meal.

“Do what?” Though his tone is dry, Tatum knows Ethan--and he’s being difficult out of pleasure.

“You know?” She swallows her food. “Offering me utensils as an excuse to have breakfast with me--”

An instant gleeful smile appears on Ethan’s stubbled face, but he quickly hides it with his hand. “It worked, didn’t it?” Ethan pulls out his own fork, stealing a bite from Tatum’s omelet.

“Hey!”

“What? If I want to have breakfast with you, that means I have to eat too, right?” Tatum drops her fork into the container, crossing her arms as she playfully glares at Ethan. He chuckles to himself as he takes another bite. “It work, didn’t it?”

Tatum sighs heavily, her eyes never leaving Ethan’s gaze. She grabs her fork, and cuts out another chunk of egg to eat.

“Touché.”

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 307: The One With Shindou

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor and Hawks (and Jeanist too, although he didn’t really do anything, but BY GOD, WHAT IS UP WITH HIS NECK) held a press conference and were all, “everything you’ve heard is true, so we would just like to say, from the bottom of our hearts... our bad.” U.A. opened its doors to the public as an evacuation shelter. Deku and All Might told basically EVERYBODY about OFA, which is absolutely wild, and yet somehow we hardly paid any attention to this at all. Mostly because the chapter ended with Deku being all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD, THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN” and peacing out of U.A. to embark on a solo journey of angst. So this is either gonna be the best or the worst thing that ever happened to this series, so TIME TO FIND OUT WHICH IT IS.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so who do you guys want to see next? Deku? Bakugou?? Well how about SHINDOU?” Shindou is all “hi :) I’m Shindou :) :) remember me :) :) :)?” Horikoshi is all “I’m so sorry for depriving you guys of Shindou for so fucking long, how about an ENTIRE CHAPTER ALL OF HIM” and then he REALLY FUCKING DOES IT because, I don’t know?? Did we make him mad?? Am I being punished for something I did in a past life?? It really is, honest to god, seventeen whole goddamn pages of Shindou, punctuated by a few pages of Muscular, and topped off with one (1) whole appearance by Deku at THE VERY END. And we don’t even get to see his face. I am beside myself lmao I’m sorry you guys, you can skip this recap if you want. Or just skip straight to the end, because movie 3 promo.

“long time no see” now what could this mean?? can’t think of too many characters this phrase would apply to right now. although I can think of one big one, and I know that fandom has been trying to manifest his deadbeat ass to finally show itself for years now. could it finally be that time? if Hisashi shows up and debunks DFO a big chunk of the fandom is probably going to riot lol

(ETA: why oh why did I get my hopes up like that lmao. I’m pretty sure Hisashi doesn’t actually exist and Deku was either immaculately conceived, or the stork really did bring Inko a lil green baby from the cabbage patch.)

anyway, so the chapter is opening on this random scene of CRIME and DISARRAY

was this all done by that big villain from the previous chapter? utility poles knocked down, random holes in the sides of buildings, and it looks like this one car pulled over in a hurry and the driver just hopped out and ran

who are these people talking

OH NO, OH GOD

I am immediately struck by the urge to push Shindou off of this ledge. is that mean? probably that is mean, but also fuck this guy lmao. every year you cheat someone out of their well-deserved spot in the popularity poll, and every year I want to punch you in your stupid face for it

bah. and how are you doing, Tatami. love that hero name even if you do have arguably the dumbest superpower in the entire series

listen, though. here I am shitting on these Ketsubutsu kids for no good reason, and I’m sorry about that, and truthfully it’s mostly because I just want to see Deku and/or Kacchan and so it’s hard to give a fuck about anything else right now. BUT, I will immediately cease and desist ALL of my complaining if this means we also get to see my best girl Ms. Joke, omg. Horikoshi please

sdlkfjlskalk

FUCK YOU SHINDOU OMG. I’M SORRY GUYS I CAN’T HELP IT, EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS SO EMINENTLY PUNCHABLE AND DETESTIBLE. IT’S LIKE SOMEONE COMBINED WESLEY CRUSHER WITH JEAN RALPHIO

but LSKJFLEK at this random reminder that Bakugou refused to shake his fucking hand. like, that’s his “fun fact” apparently lol. it’s what he deserves

also living for this “cringe” here, too. fuck you Shindou. I am so, so sorry to any Shindou fans out there you guys because I’m just going to be like this the entire time he’s here. the hate is flowing through me

how has it been three whole pages and I still have to look at his stupid face

anyway so it seems like the kids are having to pick up the slack for Old Man Samurai and all those other assholes who retired. I’m guessing the U.A. kids will be seeing a lot more action as well

but in the meantime let’s hope no villains attack here all of a sudden, because all Tatami can do is make herself shorter while Shindou creates an earthquake to bring the entire building down around them dflkjslk

these guys don’t particularly want to go with them and I can’t say I blame them

so now Shindou is saying that yeah, they can probably handle the looters and such by themselves, but it’s a different story when it comes to the Noumu and the escaped Tartarus prisoners. Shindou how dare you make a reasonable point that I can’t immediately argue with

he says that one of the escapees was sighted in the area, so that’s why they’re trying to evacuate everyone

and the guy disagrees and says he doesn’t trust the heroes and thinks they’re pompous

fdskljk. fucking...

ME: Horikoshi can we please stop and get Deku HORIKOSHI: we have Deku at home THE DEKU AT HOME: 

Horikoshi. please. we get it, the civilians don’t trust the heroes anymore. I UNDERSTAND. I COMPREHEND THIS. so unless there is some other point to this scene I respectfully ask that you hurry things along because omg

did Tatami always have this habit of speaking in meme language and such? I thought that was Camie’s thing but hey

listen, I’m here for anyone who’s willing to drag this man down into the depths of the earth. I would just also rather not spend the entire fucking chapter on this oh my god. Horikoshi do you have any more of those chapters where things happen in them?? those are good, I like those

YESSSSSS FINALLY

so whoever’s on the other end of the call (ETA: it’s that rock-looking guy who can harden anything that he touches. why does BnHA have so many hardening powers) is telling them to run because there’s apparently a villain heading right for them, oh my

WHO IS HE

depending on who it is I can’t promise I won’t be rooting for them over you, buddy

ohhhhhh shit

huh. well that’s... hmm... but on the other hand...

okay lol no, I know it’s bad. Muscular fucking LOVES murdering kids. not even Shindou deserves that. I’m sure he has a family that loves him and stuff. and Tatami seems like a sweet girl. they don’t deserve to be murdered

that is the question isn’t it? are we really going to spend the entire chapter with Limbs-Retracting-Girl and her boyfriend, Joseph Gordon-Levitt from (500) Days of Summer??

YES OMG

YES PLEASE CALL YOUR SENSEI. my god do you know what I would give to see Ms. Joke take down an S-class villain??

(ETA: all I’ll say is that we were robbed here, you guys.)

now Tatami is running away while Shindou stays behind omg

Horikoshi I know I said I hate the guy, and I do, but my god. seems I don’t hate him half as much as you do you. been nice knowing you Shindou my man

are you serious Tatami really ran all the way back up here to try and evacuate these guys one more time

SHE’S SUCH A GOOD PERSON omg if you assholes don’t listen to her you deserve to get murdered

BRO

HORIKOSHI DID YOU REALLY FUCKING DO IT I CAN’T BELIEVE IT

LOL OKAY NO, SO FAR HE’S ONLY MESSED UP HIS FACE

WHAT A SHAME WHAT A TRAGEDY. THE WORLD MOURNS

okay but seriously, now he has to be dead

r.i.p. Shindou. he died doing what he loved, talking a lot and being utterly useless

then again, damn Shindou are you really gonna come out here and be a badass?? gonna make me eat my words there kiddo?

I have absolutely no idea if I should expect this to work or not. all I know is that this is page 14, and so it would seem we really are going to spend the entire fucking chapter on fucking Shindou. this beautiful chapter had so much potential, Horikoshi. and now look at it. I hope you’re happy

nope it didn’t fucking work at all lmao

IT’S JUST LIKE I SAID. r.i.p. you pretentious handsome lump

OHHHHHH SNAP

DEKU YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO LOL. anyway but it’s good to see you!! it’s good to see ANYONE other than these guys sob but especially you

FINALLY SOMETHING COOL OMG

somehow Horikoshi actually made the bunny mask look badass?? I don’t think this is sustainable, but I am here for it while it lasts

Shindou should by all rights be nothing but A HANDSOME PASTE at this point lol but WHATEVER. it’s BnHA; getting smashed into walls and cliffs has more or less the same consequences as being set on fire. slap a band-aid on it and you’re good to go

we are REALLY ENDING IT HERE huh

well. and that’s it. I just did not care about any of that lmao. a rare dud of a chapter. well, but we’ve had something like ten in a row that ranged from “pretty good” to “amazing”, so I guess that’s fair

anyway I feel like I owe you guys something other than endless bitching and moaning, so! BONUS:

now this is more like it

first of all, I’m absolutely living for this promo’s “YEET THE CHILDREN OUT OF A HELICOPTER” vibes. FUCK YEAH WE’RE HEROES BITCH

is Deku wearing a jetpack/parachute?? let’s hope he is because I’m assuming he doesn’t have Float yet, so if that’s not a jetpack then it is a LONG WAY DOWN kiddo

these maniacs actually got Deku to wear something other than his red shoes holy fuck. I’m speechless. are we sure that’s not an imposter??

Shouto has the funniest falling position I’ve ever seen. I’m assuming his left arm is not in fact tucked under his leg like it appeared to be at first glance?? like, wtf is the outline of your body right now Shouto

this is what I think it is after careful analysis, but at first I thought this kid had some hidden contortionist abilities

and then there’s this guy

I MISSED YOU YOU BIG GOON. loving the new gauntlets!! and he’s changed up his impractical metal neck thingy into arm thingies! but most importantly, ARE THESE WHAT I THINK THEY ARE

ARE THOSE WEENIES. KACCHAN. KACCHAN HAVE YOU GONE NATIVE OMFG

and meanwhile, look who’s with them! Endeavor makes perfect sense of course, but Hawks is a very welcome surprise. does this mean we can expect to see Tokoyami too? because I would fucking love that

lastly, so this confirms the whole “world heroes” thing! which we all pretty much guessed anyway lol. I wonder if this movie will take place in another country (fingers crossed). the city in the background doesn’t look particularly familiar, but this image probably wasn’t meant to be analyzed in that way lol. anyways, looking forward to this so much, PLEASE GIVE US A TRAILER SOON omg

[artzychic27]

Just Some Artist Family Values Quotes

Nathaniel: Marinette. Alix. Why do you hate the baby?

Alix: We don’t hate him. We just wanna play with him.

Marinette: Especially his head.

Nathaniel: Guys, do you think we love the baby more than you?

Alix/Marinette: Yes.

Marc: Do you think that when a new baby arrives, one of you had to die?

Alix/Marinette: … Yes.

Juleka: Oh, well that’s just not true. *Sighs* Not anymore.

—

Nathaniel: Look at you. Midnight, moonlight, surrounded by death.

Marc: It's been too long.

*They lean in to kiss…*

Marinette: Do it!

Alix: Hold him still!

*Gunshot; Glass Breaking*

Marinette: You missed!

*With an amused shake of his head, Nathaniel leans in to kiss Marc again*

Marinette: Here, catch!

Alix: I don't want him!

*Glass Breaking*

Marc: One house, eight people. *Sighs* So many windows.

Nathaniel: Monochrome, it's you I'm worried about, the stress, all this squabbling.

Marc: Oh, I'll be fine. I'm just like any modern young man, trying to have it all-- loving boyfriend, a family. It's just… I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade, that's all.

Nathaniel: You can! You shall! So it must be!

*Glass Breaking*

Marc: … But how?

—

Lila: I can show you all my references so you know I'm not a homicidal maniac.

Marc: Of course you're not.

Nathaniel: You're too young!

—

Lila: Look at you. All cooped up in this house with a new baby....That's not easy, is it?

Marinette: No.

Lila: Why, I bet sometimes you wish it was still just the two of you.

Marinette: *Looks to Alix* Or less......

—

Manon: And then Mommy kissed Daddy, and the angel told the stork, and the stork flew down from heaven, and left a diamond under a leaf in the cabbage patch, and the diamond turned into a baby!

Alix: Our friend’s parents are having a baby, too.

Marinette: … Your parents had sex.

—

Marc: Marinette is at that very special age where a girl has only one thing on their mind.

Audrey: Boys?

Marinette: Homicide.

—

Damian: Marinette, do you think that maybe someday you might want to get married and have kids?

Marinette: No.

Damian: But what if you met the right man, who worshipped and adored you? Who'd do anything for you? Who'd be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?

Marinette: I'd pity him.

—

Marinette: Your work is puerile and under-dramatized. You lack any sense of structure, character, and the Aristotelian unities.

Annoying counselor: Young lady, I am getting just a tad tired of your attitude problem.

—

Marc: *to Lila* You have enslaved her. You have placed Rose under some strange sexual spell... I respect that. But please, may we see her?

—

*Alix hits a bird during archery practice*

Becky: It's an Elegant Tern!

Gary: But aren't they endangered?

Marinette: They are now.

—

*Marc is reading "The Cat in the Hat" to Kiran, who has golden curls and rosy cheeks*

Marc: Are you enjoying this?… To think, a brother of mine! *turns the page* "I know it is wet, and the sun is not sunny. But we can have lots of good fun... that is funny."

*He flips to the next page*

Marc: Oh, no… He lives.

—

Lila: So I-I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another! Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn, and ache, and shop? Don't I deserve love... and jewelry?

Marc: *Tearfully nods*

—

Delivery Room Doctor: *to Mrs. Anciel* Push, Mrs. Anciel. Forceps?

Forceps Nurse: Forceps. *Hands the Doctor forceps*

Delivery Room Doctor: Would you like anesthesia?

Mrs. Anciel: Yes, please!

Marc: I’ll take some too, if you’re offering.

—

Alix: It's a boy.

Marinette: It's a girl.

*Marc and Nathaniel rush into the waiting room*

Rose: Guys!

Juleka: What news?

Marinette: Marc, Nathaniel, what is it?

Nathaniel: It's an Artist!

—

Juleka: *waves a skull at Lila* Luxor, nexor, burst, and BURN!

Lila: What is she doing?

Juleka: Just a curse. Have a nice day.

—

*the dancer in the cake doesn't pop out*

Nathaniel: That poor girl. Félix, was she in there before you baked?

*Félix hangs his head*

Nathaniel: … C'est la vie!

—

Damian: Do you know what happens if my butler uses a fabric softener?

Marinette: What?

Damian: I die.

—

Gary: Yes, indeedy, just the ticket: "Bambi."

Becky: "Lassie Come Home.”

Gary: "The Little Mermaid."

Marinette: Stop it!

Damian: *motioning to Alix* She’s only a child!

—

Marc: *walking into Kiran’s nursery* Oh, Nathaniel. It's dark, it's depressing, it's desolate.

Nathaniel: It says "toddler".

Marc: It's a dream.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

‘Green Thumb’ Curse

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline (all platonic)

Warnings: None

Summary: Dean vents about the ‘abomination’ that you brought into his Dean-Cave and Sam realises that there’s more to it...

“(Y/n)!”

The voice was so loud and angry that it made Sam physically jump in his seat and interrupt his quiet reading in the library. The person behind the voice quickly appeared up the stairs, thundering into the library and craning his neck to look for the hunter that he had called for.

Dean shouted for the hunter once more as he entered the library and checked each of the bookshelf corners - entirely missing the curious frown on his brothers face at the table.

“Son of a - I’m going to kill them!”

“Dude. (Y/n)’s out on a supply run with Jack.” Sam reminded and leaned back in his chair to cross his arms. “Are you going to explain why you’re out for blood?”

Dean did one last glance around the room despite having heard that you weren’t in the bunker and walked over to his brother with a ready-to-fire explanation but when he opened his mouth, he stammered - words weren’t enough to explain what the Winchester found.

“They - come with me!” Dean took off at an unimaginable speed that left Sam scrambling to follow him out of the library. They had passed the kitchen and then turned a corridor before Sam found himself wandering towards a familiar part of their home - his brothers self-titled ‘cave’.

Stepping inside, Sam watched as Dean moved to the centre of the room and turned around, hands on his hips as if the answer was right in front of him. In all honesty, Sam couldn’t see what the fuss was about. He didn’t always come down to the room except for the occasional game of foosball so it seemed intact.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, Dean. It all looks the same to me.”

Apparently, there had been a difference as Dean gasped in horror. “How dare you.” He accused, utterly aghast. “You’re one strike away from being banned from this haven.”

The blonde Winchester shook his head disappointedly at his own brothers lack of attention to detail and walked over to the bar.

“(Y/n) moved the bar from that corner to over here to make space for some weird plant rack.” He explained quickly and pointed and accusatory finger to the other side of the room where, now that Sam realised, there were small pots that he hadn’t seen before. “Sammy - they have to go.”

Sam crossed his arms and scoffed feeling that Dean was being a little dramatic. “Because they don’t match your ‘bachelor decor’?”

“Exactly!”

“Dean, has it occurred to you that maybe (Y/n) doesn’t like being left out? I mean, you have almost turned this place into a ‘guy-zone’.”

It was Dean’s turn to glare at his brother who was defending their friend in their absence. “Seriously? It’s (Y/n). They’re tough and badass. Hell, they even hustle pool better than me.” He listed and then shook his head. ”Point is that they kick ass and takes names – they don’t grow a cabbage patch.”

Dean made some valid points, growing plants wasn’t something that you typically did even as a hobby. The brothers fought apocalyptic disasters with you and learnt exactly what habits were developed and which ones were dropped. And, as Sam put his mind to work on the matter, he realised that you had been planting various ferns and succulents around the bunker starting a few days ago.

“Oh no.” The man whispered, unfolding his arms as he looked up at Dean. “That case in Utah - what if (Y/n) got hexed?”

The timing synced up with your recent newfound love for shrubbery. Suddenly, Sam’s phone ringtone echoed into the room from his pocket. Hastily fishing it out, Sam pressed the device to his ear.

“Jack?”

“Hey, Sam.” Jack greeted pleasantly. “I’m not quite sure if this was on the list but after the groceries, (Y/n) stopped at this Flower Shop and well...”

Sam lowered his phone and placed the young boy on speaker so Dean could hear the conversation.

“...they filled the car with all kinds of plants and when the rest wouldn’t fit they tried to put it in the bonnet...”

Dean physically had to bite on his fist to stop from screaming out at the thought of all the mud stains that were being made on the interior of his Baby.

“...and the dirt spilled over the gears and now it won’t start.”

“I think I’m going to be sick!” Dean exclaimed as he turned away. Sam shook his head and addressed the nephilim on the other end.

“Jack, where is (Y/n) now?”

“Sitting by a pond and talking to the lily pads. (Y/n) told me that it was normal to talk to plants every now and again but this feels strange.” Jack paused as a thought dawned on him. “I think that (Y/n) may have been cursed.”

Sam thought fast and realised that the best way to lift the hex would be to have you in their sights. “Okay, hang tight. Dean and I are on our way. Keep them distracted with the... flowers and we’ll be there soon.” He ended the call and looked to his brother.

This ‘green-thumb’ curse needed to be stopped before you brought home poison ivy.

Masterlist here

Tags: @akshi8278

[sun-summoning]

“under the same awning”

i.

sasuke’s had a fairly transient lifestyle for so long and sakura’s been the same for the past handful of years. they’re used to sleeping under the stars, by burning embers with the sounds of nature lulling them to sleep. when they purchased their house, they decided on one with a large yard and spacious engawa. sure, konoha had plenty of green space for them to indulge in, but having their own just feels more special.

a house wasn’t something either of them saw happening so soon, but neither was a baby, so here they are now.

sakura hangs the laundry, enjoying the warm breeze. summer is coming and it’s going to get unbearable to be outside pretty soon. she clips the sheets and the shirts and then the many, many freshly washed towels their daughter loves to spit up on.

sometimes sarada is a fussy thing, but she’s theirs and she’s lovely, sitting quietly on sasuke’s lap as they both watch sakura hang everything.

“you know you can help, right?”

sasuke has the grace to look down at their daughter, perplexed. “i don’t think you can even hold your head up,” he tells her, “and yet mama wants you to hang laundry.”

“sasuke-kun!”

“she needs a chair, sakura.” sasuke’s lap is, of course, their daughter’s second favourite throne.

“then i want to be the chair and you hang the laundry.”

sasuke scoffs. “as if you’re better than me.”

“i come with cushioning.” she reaches for sarada, who’s almost offensively quick to turn to her. sarada immediately buries her face in sakura’s chest, searching through her shirt for a snack. “and food.”

-

ii.

sasuke and sakura take a break from their summer gardening to drink some cold tea and listen to sarada babble about nothing in particular. she’s likely telling a story, so sakura nods along and encourages her. sasuke, however, has his eyes trained on the two sections they created in the garden. one is going to be for sasuke’s vegetables while the other is for sakura’s herbs. 

he frowns as he considers the two patches and realizes that when sakura was tilling the land and digging the furrows, she made her section bigger.

after sarada bores of talking to them, deciding she’d much rather chat with her stuffed dinosaur, sasuke regards his wife coolly.

“sakura, do you see anything wrong with the garden?” he asks.

sakura sips her tea. “not at all, sasuke-kun.”

“oh?”

“hm?”

“your patch is bigger,” he says, getting straight to the point.

“what?” sakura considers the two plots with a face of wide-eyed innocence. “they look the same to me.”  

“of course they do, you cheat.”

sakura has the audacity to sound offended

sasuke gestures to the tomato plants and cabbage plants waiting to be properly situated. “if you’ll recall, my plants are for our family. your plants are for your experiments.”

“hey! my experiments save lives, thank you very much.”

“do they go in our dinners?”

“i mean, i suppose they can--”

“then i get the bigger patch.”

-

iii. 

naturally, sasuke is terribly unimpressed to find that not only is sakura spitting the watermelon seeds onto the ground, but that sarada is trying to copy her. sarada fails, of course, most just getting chunks of pink onto her clothes. also, she doesn’t seem to realize her slice of watermelon has had its seeds plucked out already.

sakura spits out another one and sasuke sighs. “really?”

she grins. “what! don’t act like you’re above this.”

“tch.”

“i distinctly remember a day when you and naruto went through two watermelons for a seed spitting contest.”

“we were twelve.”

“oh? then it must have happened more than once since i’m remembering a time when we were all eighteen.”

“tch.”

“not to mention you guys did that last summer as well.”

sasuke knows she has a point, so he swipes a slice, careful not to take one meant for sarada. he takes a bite, chewing the fruit before spitting out the seed. 

“that didn’t go very far,” sakura says when it lands. she laughs when he glares at her. “what! it’s watermelon season. we both know naruto is going to show up any day now and challenge you again.”

after all, sasuke won their seed spitting competition last year.

“i just want to make sure my darling husband is trained and ready for battle.”

“papa spits the best,” sarada tells them through a sticky smile.

“that’s right, sweetheart.” sakura takes a handkerchief to wipe sarada’s face. “papa’s going to make us so proud.”

after a moment, sasuke spits out another watermelon seed. it lands several yards away and he feels stupidly pleased when his wife and daughter cheer. 

[peachbear88]

Tale as Old as Time

A/N: Yes, it's basically Beauty and the Beast. I LOVE DISNEY MOVIES OKAY?

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You shiver on the cold stone of the jail cell, wrapping your cloak tighter around you. How did you end up in the jail cell? A series of long, unfortunate events.

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The door to your shabby home swings close as you prance down the cobble streets, book in hand.

"Little town,"

"It's a quiet village."

"Every day,"

"Like the one before."

"Little town,"

"Full of little people,"

"Waking up to say."

Windows are flung upon as the townspeople peer down at you.

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour."

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!

"Bonjour."

A man with a long white apron proffers a tray of fresh, steaming buns towards you and you snatch one, nodding your thanks.

"There goes the baker with his tray like always,"

"The same old bread and rolls to sell."

He opens his mouth to protest but thinks better of it.

"Every morning just the same,"

"Since the morning that we came,"

"To this poor provincial town."

A man approaches you, tipping his hat.

"Good morning Y/N." You smile at his kind, pudgy face.

"Good morning Monsieur Hogan. Have you lost something?"

"Well, I believe I have. Problem is I can't remember what." He scratches his chin. "Oh well. I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere." His eyes float down to the book clutched in your hand. "Where you off to?"

"To return this book to Monsieur T'Challa. It's about 2 lovers in fair Verona." He snorts.

"Sounds boring."

You shrug and continue down the stone path towards the small town library.

"Look there she goes, that girl is strange no question."

A small band of boys watch you as you walk down the street.

"Dazed and distracted can't you tell?"

"Never part of any crowd,"

"'Cause her head's stuck on some cloud."

"No denying she's a funny girl that Y/N.”

The marketplace is bustling as usual as you slip through the many stalls. The familiar buzz of conversation fills your ears.

"Bonjour, good day, how is your family?"

"Bonjour, good day, how is your wife?"

"I need, 6 eggs."

"That's too expensive."

You sigh, spinning around.

"There must be more than this provincial life!"

You fling the door of the library open to find your second favorite person in the world, T'Challa, dusting the shelves.

"Ah, if it isn't the only bookworm in town! Where did you run off to this week?" He waves the duster at you, making you cough.

"Two cities in Northern Italy. I didn't want to come back. D'you have any new books?" You inquire, leaning over the small collection piled in the corner.

"I'm afraid not," He sighs. "But you may read any of the old ones you'd like."

You pick out your personal favorite.

"Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big." T’Challa smiles.

"Bon voyage!" He shouts as you close the door behind yourself.

"Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar,"

"I wonder if she's feeling well." A scholar mused as you passed.

"With a dreamy far-off look,"

"And her nose stuck in a book."

"What a puzzle to the rest of us is Y/N."

You hop onto the stone wall of the well, still reading the book, nearly stepping on the hands of the laundresses cleaning on the edge of the well.

"Oh, isn't this amazing?" You twirl around on the stone wall, earning many disgruntled looks from the laundresses. "It's my favorite part because, you'll see." You hop off the stone wall, continuing down the path back to your home. "Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him, till chapter 3."

"Now it's no wonder that her nickname is Beauty,"

"Her looks have got no parallel."

A disgruntled mother says, her fair daughters standing behind her, glaring daggers at you.

"But behind that fair facade,"

"I'm afraid she's rather odd."

"Very different from the rest of us,"

"She's nothing like the rest of us,"

"Yes, different from the rest of is Y/N!"

Peering through his golden telescope at you, Steve Rogers sighs from atop his handsome horse.

"Look at her Sam. My future wife." He hands Sam the telescope who accepts it rather reluctantly. "Belle is the most beautiful girl in the village. Makes her the best." He whispers confidentially, waggling his eyebrows. Sam cringes.

"But she's so... well-read. And you're so..." He looks Steve up and down. "Athletically-inclined." Steve waves him off, setting his horse at a healthy trot towards the town.

"Yes, ever since the war, I felt like I've been missing something. She's the only girl that has ever given me that sense of..."

"Je ne sais quoi?" Sam proffers. Steve scoffs, entering the village.

"I don't know what that means."

"Right from the moment when I met her, saw her,"

"I said she's gorgeous and I fell."

"Here is town there's only she,"

"Who is beautiful as me."

"So I'm making plans to woo and marry Y/N."

The fair girls from before swoon as Steve walks by, who only has eyes for you.

"Look there he goes,"

"Isn't he dreamy?"

"Monsieur Rogers!"

"Oh he's so cute!"

"Be still my heart,"

"I'm hardly breathing,"

"He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!"

They shriek in disgust as Steve hops off his horse, splattering them with mud. Sam hops off his horse as well.

"It's never going to happen ladies." He whispers as they whimper in distress.

"Bonjour!"

"Pardon!" Steve attempts to push through the crowds to get to you.

"Good day!"

"Mais oui!"

"You call this bacon?"

"What lovely flowers!"

"Some cheese, ten yards, one pound-"

"Please let me through!" He grabs a bouquet of flowers from a nearby stall.

"This bread."

"Those fish!"

"It's stale!"

"They smell."

"Madame's mistaken!"

"Well maybe so-"

You burst through the masses of people, twirling as you reach your home.

"There must be more than this provincial life!"

Steve slicks back his hair, approaching you at a smart pace.

"Just watch, I'm going to make Y/N my wife!"

The town resumes their unashamed staring at you.

"Look there she goes the girl is strange but special,"

"A most peculiar mademoiselle!"

"It's a pity and a sin,"

"She doesn't quite fit in."

"'Cause she really is a funny girl,"

"A beauty but a funny girl,"

"She really is a funny girl,"

"That Y/N."

The townsfolk resume their normal quarrel and haggling as you slip through the flimsy gate and through your cabbage patch. Steve follows.

"Y/N!" You turn to find Steve flashing you what he thinks is a dashing smile. You recoil in disgust, instantly speeding up your pace, hoping to get inside before he can get to you. A flood of hope grips you as your hand wraps around the door handle but a strong arm grips your other wrist and you deflate.

Sighing, you turn to face Steve.

"Yes Monsieur Rogers?" He flashes a greasy smile your way and shoves the flowers into your face.

"For your dinner table! May I join you tonight?"

At least he has the manners to ask, you think.

"Not tonight, no." He deflates slightly.

"Oh. Busy?" You wince, prying his fingers off your wrist.

"Not exactly."

"Oh. Then why not-" You cut him off.

"Listen, I really have to go. Books to read, places to explore, people to ignore." You open the door, sliding in and closing it before he can follow you. "Good bye."

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You sigh with relief, taking a moment to catch your breath before continuing further into your home. A drawing pinned to the drawing board catches your eye. A charcoal sketch of you. Well, baby you to be exact. A smile graces your lips as you tear your eyes away from the sketch and to your father, Tony Stark. He hums a small tune as he tinkers with an elegant music box.

"How does a moment last forever?"

"How can a story never die?"

"It is love we must hold onto,"

"Never easy, but we try."

"Sometimes our happiness is captured,"

"Somehow our time and place stand still."

"Love lives on inside our hearts,"

"And always will."

You wrap your arms around him and he smiles.

"Hello papa."

"Hello Y/N. D'you think you could pass me the-" You roll your eyes, handing him the tool before he finishes his sentence. "-tweezers- Oh. Thank you." He pulls a broken cog from the music box. "And now, something long and thin-" You pull the hairpin from your hair and hand it to him. He glances at it and a smirk grows on his face. "No, no, not quite-" He glances at the machine again. "Actually, yes, exactly."

With a final prod, the music box comes to life once again. The two of you share a small smile before he shoves it into his leather satchel and hauls it outside. You follow him, watching as he loads it into a rickety wooden cart along with a few other items. Your horse, Elm scuffs the cobbled pathways with his hooves, eager to get a move on.

"Well, I'm off to the market dear. Anything you'd like me to get for you?" You smile, leaning against the horse as Tony swings his leg over the horse to straddle it.

"A rose." He scoffs, tipping his hat down to you.

"You ask for that every year!"

"And you bring it ever year." You retort and he smiles, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

"Very well. A rose you shall receive. I'll see you in a few days!" With a flick of his wrists, Elm starts off at a trot and Tony waves goodbye one more time.

"Be careful," You whisper as he disappears from your sight. With a sigh, you return to the house.

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You throw your dirty clothes into a barrel, adding some soap rinds into the mix before carrying it to the town well and rigging it to a horse which marches around the well. You smile proudly at your handy work. Self sufficient laundry machine.

Leaning against the wooden support beam with a sigh, you pull out your book and start reading. A small voice next to you grabs your attention.

"What are you doing?" You smile at her.

"Laundry. Come, come!" You pat the spot next to you encouragingly. Tentatively, she sits next to you and you hand her the book.

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The pastor storms towards you and the little girl.

"Teaching another girl to read? Isn't one enough?" He sneers. You glare back at him, snapping your book closed indignantly.

"Nothing wrong with wanting to know more."

"We've got to do something about this." His wife mutters.

Before you can comprehend the meaning of her words, a man pulls your barrel of clothes out of the well and throws them to the ground, spilling the contents everywhere. You fall to your knees, scrambling to pick up the clothes as others laugh at you.

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"Wow. You are so beautiful. No wonder everyone wants to marry you. So dashing." Steve whispers seductively, flexing in front of the mirror. Sam clears his throat causing Steve to jump. "What do you want Sam?"

"A certain damsel in distress awaits you." He quirks an eyebrow, gesturing with his head to where you crouch, gathering your sopping wet garments. He turns back to the mirror, slicking his hair back.

"It's hero time. I'm not done with you yet." He winks at the mirror before rushing to you. Sam leans into the frame of the mirror.

"Me neither."

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From the corner of your eye, you spot Steve approaching rapidly. Gathering the last of your clothes, you scurry away.

"Ah Y/N!" You groan at your luck. "I heard you got in trouble with the pastor. S'all right. He never liked me anyways."

You groan in frustration.

"I was just teaching a child to read!" He smirks, sliding closer. You step back.

"The only children you should be concerning yourself with are..." He gestures between the two of you. You arch an eyebrow. "Your own!" You scoff, slipping through the gate and into the cabbage patch. He jumps over the flimsy gate and stomps towards you, squashing at least 4 cabbages. You watch him with barely disguised disgust.

"Look, you know what happens to girls when their fathers die? They end up like poor Agatha, forced to beg for scraps!" He points at Agatha, a rather kind but unlucky woman.

"Well, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." You reply coldly.

"Look, let me make it simpler for your tiny female brain." He growls. You arch an eyebrow at his choice of words. "Marry me and you will never have to deal with that." You scoff.

"Marry you? I'd rather marry a rock." You slam the door in his face. He sighs, rubbing his face with a calloused hand. Dejected, he walks back to where Sam stands. You glare at him from where you stand on the balcony.

"Can you imagine, me, the wife of that boorish, brainless..."

"Madame Rogers,"

"Can't you just see it?"

"Madame Rogers,"

"His little wife."

You groan in disgust.

"No sir, not me,"

"I guarantee it,"

"I want much more than this provincial life!"

You sprint towards the green hills a good distance from the walls of the village.

"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere,"

"I want it more than I can tell."

"And for once it might be grand,"

"To have someone understand,"

"I want so much more than they've got planned..."

You sigh, running a grime covered hand through your hair before returning to your home.

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You're pulling the ripe cabbages from the ground when it all comes crashing down.

A panicked whine comes from beside you. Your head shoots up to find Elm, pawing at the gate nervously.

"Elm? Where is papa?" Elm rears back, clearly skittish. "Take me to him!

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You arrive at a monstrous looking castle, stone gargoyles with vicious fangs guarding the doors. You gulp, brandishing a large stick. The door handle is cool to the touch, sending shivers down your spine. You enter to find a well lit entrance hall, adorned with brilliant paintings and sculptures, although in the dark, they appear much more menacing.

With a gulp, you continue on, bringing the massive stick a little closer.

"Look Doctor Strange! A girl!" A voice whispers from the shadows.

"Yes I know it's a girl! I can see." A second, older voice snaps.

You whirl around but all you see is a flash of misty blue. Squaring your shoulders, you prepare yourself to investigate the blue wisps when a rough cough sounds out from above.

"Papa!" You race up the winding stairs into a much more sinister looking tower. Laying there on the cold stone floor is your father, his face pale and body shaking with each cough. The cold sunlight illuminates his face and he jumps up, grabbing the metal bars of his cell.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" You shake out of stupor, smacking the iron bars in a futile attempt to free him.

"I'm here to rescue you." Fear floods his features.

"No! You must get out of here! I'm old and my days are numbered. But you, you're young and you have so much to live for. Go, get out of here before she comes back!" You scrunch your face.

"She?" Massive footsteps echo from further up the stairwell. You raise the stick in front of you. A tall shadow appears on the stone walls of the tower. You gulp, inching forward but the figure stays in the shadows.

"You should not have come," A heavily accented voice rings out and your throat dries up.

"I had to. He's my father. Please, let him go." You call back but the figure scoffs.

"Your father is a thief!"

"Liar!" You cry.

"He stole a rose."

"I asked for that rose!"

An idea forms in your head and you slowly lower the stick. "Wait. What if you let him go and I take his place?"

"No! She means forever!" Your eyes widen.

"You monster! A life sentence for a rose?"

The woman laughs humorlessly.

"I was given a life sentence when I was little. Do you think I deserved it? You may call me a monster but trust me, I've been called much worse." You sigh, the gears in your brain whirring.

"Can I at least have a moment to say goodbye to my father?" The voice grunts and the shadow recedes. "Are you so cruel you won't even allow a daughter to kiss her father goodbye?" The figure pauses but slowly comes back down and into the light. Your throat dries up at the sight.

A beautiful girl in a blood red cape with auburn hair that burned in the torchlight, you felt your ears flush bright red. With a flick of her fingers, a red mist surrounds them and the metal gate swings open.

Your eyes grow wide at the display.

Magic.

You don't have time to think about it however as a strong set of arms wrap around you.

"Y/N!"

"Papa!" The two of you embrace as you discreetly waddle around so that his back is to the cell door.

"Y/N, listen to me. You have so much to live for. I lost your mother already and I can not lose you too. Live your life! Forget about me." He whispers into your hair and you feel a tear slip down your cheek.

"I will never forget you Papa. And don't worry. I will find a way out of here." His eyes widen before you push him through the threshold of the cell and slam the door behind him. He stumbles, falling onto his back, betrayal clear in his eyes.

"Y/N!" The woman stares at you for a moment, disbelief glimmering in her eyes before it disappears.

"You fool." She spits. Your father watches you with wide, horrified eyes. The woman grabs him roughly and drags him down the stairwell, his screams echoing off the walls.

"Papa! Don't hurt him!" A sob escapes your throat as you curl into a ball, wrapping your cloak further around yourself to preserve the warmth.

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You sigh, shivering as a cool gust of wind hits your back.

'Forever damned to freeze in a cell. Some adventurous life this is' You think to yourself as sleep claims you.

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