#he saw my request as a teenager. knew who i was. and chose not to accept it.

[britneyshakespeare]

Who sends their high school classmate a Facebook friend request six years after they've graduated

[nicksbestie]

Hi! Could I ask for a request of Chris with a girlfriend who’s a little? And she finally starts slipping around him? Thanks 💜

Comfortable - C. Sturniolo

Summary : Your boyfriend may know your most personal coping mechanism, but you haven't used it around him, until today.

Pairing : Chris Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : none!!!

Word Count : 1094

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Your boyfriend knew so much about you. He arguably knew more about you than your parents did. He knew you on a much deeper, more personal, level, as he was the person that you could go to when you needed to talk about anything and everything. With that being said, he knew one of your most personal secrets, that you used regression as a coping mechanism to relax and heal from the amount of things that you had been through as a young child and teenager, and when you had told him, he had been incredibly supportive, albeit not knowing very much about it. 

He had been open minded, asking questions while being careful to not be rude, even unintentionally, and you could tell that he genuinely just wanted to understand. He never made you feel bad, weird, gross, or anything negative about how you chose to cope, and because of the fact that he knew just how much you had been through, he understood your choice of this mechanism because after learning about it, he could see that it was incredibly beneficial for you. There was a lot of talking about it, making sure that Chris truly understood what you were telling him, making sure that there was absolutely no room for confusion in what he was expecting. 

It was so cute when you would go onto Chris’ phone for random reasons, taking photos, or googling something, and seeing lots of age regression related things in his search history and in his saved Pinterest boards. You could nearly feel your heart warm at the fact that you had found such a supportive partner, who accepted you for exactly who you were, and was clearly very open about it and wasn’t just supporting you because he felt like he had to. He often sent you pictures of cute stuffed animals and blankets, and he even got a package delivered to the house that, when opened, contained small toys with your name printed on them, along with some bottles and pacifiers with some pet names in deco beading on them. 

You had cried when you had opened it, and he had immediately rushed into the room, a soft smile appearing on his face when he saw why you were crying. He had wrapped his arms around you, gently comforting you, whispering gentle nothings, pressing kisses to the top of your head and reminding you that he loved you, and that included everything about you. He had helped you put those things into your box of little things, and he had held you until you stopped crying. What he had noticed recently, was that you hadn’t slipped at all around him. However, he brushed it off, knowing that your regression was an incredibly vulnerable thing for you, and he never wanted to damage that in any way. When you decided to regress around him was completely up to you, but he would be here to care for you if and when you did. 

A couple more weeks went by, and Chris never pushed it. You both were curled up together after a long night and day, Chris had been filming a lot, and you had gone through a tough shift at work, so you were both just happy to be in each other’s company, enjoying the quality time with each other despite how exhausted you were. Being excessively tired was normally a trigger for your headspace, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were fighting it right now. You were definitely still holding a little bit of anxiety about it, because despite the fact that Chris had seemed to be so open minded when you had told him, you couldn’t know for sure that he would be okay with it after you actually regressed around him. 

You’d talked about your triggers with Chris before, and he knew that exhaustion was one of them, so unbeknownst to you, he was watching you like a hawk to see if you did begin to slip around him, and he was being so excessively gentle just in case. He had a feeling that you had a habit of not giving in to slipping sometimes, just because of the lack of you regressing around him. He wasn’t judging, but he had done an excessive amount of research, and he had found that littles who have anxiety when they’re big can often unintentionally carry that feeling over to their headspace, and when they’re smaller, it feels a lot worse. So he knew that he would need to be soft and encouraging, and when he noticed you cuddle closer into his side, he just had a feeling.

He’d never been a caregiver before, but he couldn’t deny that there was some type of feeling when he thought about the fact that you trusted him so much that he could see the most vulnerable part of you and still love you immensely. You felt so incredibly lucky to have him, and he knew that he was so lucky to have you as well. When he wrapped his arms around you, he began rubbing your back, being as gentle as possible, running his other hand through your hair and gently kissing your forehead. He whispered sweet nothings to you, sentences filled with love confessions and pet names, making sure that you felt safe in his arms.  

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I know. You can slip, baby, I’ve got you.” 

You had always been quite an emotional little, and when he whispered those specific words to you, you couldn’t stop the tears that immediately filled in your eyes. He gently wiped them away, keeping you close to him, knowing that you found a lot of comfort in being within close contact of people. You were so exhausted that when you eventually did give in to your headspace, you didn’t have the energy to speak much. However, Chris could tell through your mannerisms that you had allowed yourself to slip, and he immediately placed your favorite stuffie in your arms, a Build-A-Bear kitty that had a recording of his voice inside the heart. When you grabbed his shirt in your hand, tightening it in your fist just like a baby would, he couldn’t ignore the way that his heart swelled. 

After spending the rest of the night comforting and loving on you, making sure you were comfortable, safe, happy, and had everything you needed, he looked down on you while you were peacefully sleeping, and knew this was exactly where he was supposed to be in life.

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Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing okey so I see that you are taking request again I wanted to know if you could do a Derek Hale x reader when they have Eli and he is at the stage where he's learning how to talks and he only knows how to say his last name so when Derek and reader leave Eli on peter's watch and at one moment Eli is missing his parents so he goes to Peter and says his last name and Peter just don't understand why he is saying that and Eli ends up crying so Peter calls Derek because poor uncle Peter don't know what to do, just something funny and chaotic please ( sorry if this long and if you don't understand everything it's because english is not my first language so I might have confused everything ).

MISSING YOU | DEREK HALE

Pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader

Summary: While under Peter’s care, baby Eli wouldn’t stop crying. Until everyone found out why.

Warning: none

Word count: 1.4k

a/n: hey sweeties! Thanks for the request! I loved it so much! I hope you enjoy it!!! I apologize for any mistakes, English is not my first language.

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“did you get this on tape?” you asked excitedly and Derek agreed in a murmur. You looked at him and your eyes automatically filled with tears as you saw him with a few tears streaming down his face. he was completely dazzled.

Hale.

It was baby Eli’s first word.

You were playing with the child when he randomly dropped the word. Derek was filming the moment unpretentiously as he always did to keep all possible memories of his little family, and he got to record this moment. It was magical.

“of all the words, he had to chose Hale” Derek said as he hugged you from the side and looked fondly at the baby carefully positioned on the floor with his toys.

“what can I say? He is just like his mama” you joked, hugging him back while laying your head on his shoulder.

You knew exactly why Eli chose that word.

You were Scott and Stiles’ classmate and when the supernatural world began to take over the town, you found yourself in a pack full of scared and inexperienced teenagers. Scott and Stiles took you in and explained what was going on, after you were caught in the middle of the crossfire between hunters and werewolves. Suddenly this bunch of teenagers were best friends and together they were fighting supernatural and human threats.

And there was Derek Hale.

A sourwolf who after so many losses, had to deal with these teenagers full of doubts and fears.

The moment you laid your eyes on Derek you knew your heart was his. And he knew that too, he wanted to love you. But you were too young, it was totally against his morals. And then you went away to study in another state, all of you did. Derek would never admit it but he missed you, missed your irony, missed your passionate glances, your contagious laugh.

He didn’t expect that after a few years you would come back to the city, but your father was sick, he needed you. And it was supposed to be for a while, until you decided to stay. You got a job, got your own apartment, and settled in.

You never imagined that your story with Derek would unfold, indeed you never thought that he would even look at you with second thoughts. The way you looked at him. But you decided to give each other a chance. And it worked, you were perfect for each other. Until a few months after you started to get involved, you found out that Derek’s one-night stand had resulted in a baby. It happened way before you moved back to the city, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It did.

But you learned to deal with it and you were willing to help in Eli’s upbringing. You loved him as if he were your own.

Since your school days you have never been able to call Derek by his name. He never really understood why, but you were too embarrassed to address him by his first name so you chose to call him by his last one. Hale. And everyone got used to it, at one point it even became cute. And even after you were together, you didn’t lose that habit, what you didn’t expect is that your son would use that as his first word.

“morning sunshine. the party is about to begin” you exclaimed excitedly as soon as Peter opened the door and he let out a grunt. He had just woken up.

“jesus, i don’t remember arranging that so early”

“what better way to start the day if not with your adorable nephew”

You said, passing the baby into Peter’s arms, and you could see how his face lit up with the baby’s presence. A smile immediately broke out on his face.

“this is not the first time, so I don’t need to remind you of the rules, also I am very eager to enjoy the day with my boyfriend, so I’m gonna get going” You let out a mischievous smile and Peter rolled his eyes.

“first of all, gross. Second, the Hale’s men are ready to take over the town” you laughed leaving them alone.

***

“okay pal, it’s just you and me and a whole day ahead of us. You have to help me” Peter talked to the baby as if he was understanding. It was comic.

He was preparing breakfast when Malia and Parish arrived at the house.

“check it out, looks like we have company today”

Malia said, changing her voice tone and moving towards the baby. She absolutely hated pda, but when there’s a baby as cute as Eli in the house, she couldn’t help herself.

“thank God you arrived. He is here for like an hour and has cried at least three times” Peter spoke and the couple could see the desperation in his eyes, making them laugh.

“he’s a Hale, it’s not like he’s easy to deal with” Parish said and both Hale’s looked at him with deadly eyes. He laughed and went into the kitchen, trying to get out of they sight “Sorry”

***

“did he just say Hale?” Parish asked as the three looked stunned at the baby playing on the floor.

“i guess so” Malia replied and they could see how Peter was smiling. “look at this, uncle Peter is getting emotional”

“shut up” Malia and Parish couldn’t hold their laugh.

What they could not imagine, was that from that moment on baby Eli would not stop crying and repeating his last name for the rest of the afternoon.

“I think he’s broken” Malia said as she shook some toys in front of the baby on Parish’s arms, trying to get him to stop crying.

“dont be stupid, Malia” Peter said with his hands on his head, he couldn’t stand to hear the child’s crying anymore “okay I’m gonna call Derek”

“he’s gonna get crazy, I don’t think it’s a good idea” Malia warned.

“well I don’t know what else to do” Peter said desperately as Eli continued to mumble the word Hale non-stop. “then I’ll call y/n I’m sure she won’t want to kill me”

You and Derek were in the middle of a make-out session when the phone started ringing. You declined the first time, but the fourth time it was impossible.

“jesus christ Peter, what happened? Is everything okay?” You answered preoccupied and you could see Derek’s watchful eyes. He was listening to the conversation.

“Ok don’t go crazy about it, the baby is fine, I’m the one who isn’t” This only made you even more worried. Derek was already starting to get out of bed and look for his clothes.

“why? What happened?”

“there’s the thing! I don’t know! Eli started to cry and hasn’t stopped for at least a couple of hours”

“did you try-“

“yes I did” he cut you.

“but the-“ you tried to say and he cut you off again.

“i tried absolutely everything that you can imagine”

You could sense the tiredness in Peter’s voice and the baby crying in the background.

“he’s not in pain. I tried that too”

“okay we’re coming to rescue you” you said as you finished getting dressed and noticed Derek grabbing the car keys.

“thanks” he mumbled and you laughed.

“he’s okay baby, don’t worry” you said comforting Derek already in the car and he sighed.

“yeah I know”

As soon as you opened the door, you could see what a mess the house was. Toys everywhere, Malia and Parish sitting on the couch and Peter pacing up and down with a crying baby on his arms. Peter was defeated. Eli had swollen eyes from crying and you could see that he was desolated.

“Hale” Eli muttered and stretched his arms out the second Derek entered his field of vision.

“oh hi baby boy” Derek said walking towards him.

The moment Derek held him in his arms, the crying ceased. His little head rested against Derek’s big shoulders and he was now letting out little sighs.

Your heart melted watching that scene and the urge to cry was huge.

“really?” Peter said and the three of them watched the scene in disbelief.

“so hale is Derek? He kept saying that all afternoon” Parish commented and you nodded.

“I can imagine why” Malia said sarcastically looking at you and you felt your face turn red.

“Well what can I say if he’s just like his mama” You joked and let out a laugh.

All this time the baby was just missing you guys, especially Derek.

He really was just like you.

[the-guilty-writer]

Young (Tennis) Love

Request from anon: So reader(female teenager it's not a problem if she's adopted or not) plays tennis since childhood(ok tennis rules and it's self indulgent)and now there's a big championship in DC and ofc the whole team is there to cheer for her. So she wins and while everyone congratulate her with derek being so proud of his babygirl, her crush comes up to her to congratulate her. They are giggling and slightly flirting with each other while the team watches this interaction stifling their laugh at Derek's shocked reaction. And she explains to them later on and derek makes a mental note to have a "talk" with her.

Derek Morgan x daughter!reader

Summary: After winning a tennis match, your dad, Derek, and his team aren’t the only ones there to congratulate you.

A/N: First, I apologize for this being so overdue. Life has been kicking my ass. Second, I know nothing about tennis, so I hope this is okay. I changed the plot a tiny bit because I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer.

CW: alcohol consumption (it’s Hotch and Rossi. Still sober), the BAU women are the best adoptive aunts, Derek is a protective dad, I think that’s it.

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Derek Morgan had been shocked when you were five years old and chose tennis out of all the sports in the world. Seriously… why couldn't you have picked basketball (though he would have quit his job and coached you all the way to the WNBA himself) or baseball (he knew enough to get you through high school) or soccer (at least then he could have been a little league coach)? Instead, you picked a sport he, himself, had never cared for.

Truly he only had himself to blame. While in line at the store, he had spent a second too long ogling at Serena Williams on the cover of a sports magazine. He was enchanted. You were enchanted. And the next thing he knew, Derek Morgan was adding a pink children's tennis racket to the cart.

It all payed off though- the classes you took as a kid where all your dad could do was sit on the sidelines, the weekends spent on the court where he tried his best to help but kept messing up, the late-night pick ups after you’d spent hours practicing, the even longer weekends filled with tournaments watching the sport that he eventually learned to appreciate for you - because you were playing in the finals of the east coast championship.

It took every ounce of control your dad had, not to be cheering as loudly for you as possible. He watched you, his baby girl, the same one who had carried around that little pink racket like a teddy bear, prepare to do the most important serve of your life thus far. Penelope sat next to him, holding his arm to keep him from springing forward. JJ and Emily were sitting on either side of Spencer, who was very quietly explaining to them the physics of the game, though neither one of the women were paying attention to him. Hotch and Rossi were sitting back in their seats. They were sipping on some very expensive whiskey that Rossi had snuck in, looking a little too much like they were trying to recreate Wimbledon.

You swung with speed and your opponent couldn’t catch it in time. A double bounce meant another point for you. Derek held his breath, waiting for the umpire to call the score. He was too nervous and excited to remember it himself.

“40-30.” To you. One more point and you’d win the whole thing.

He saw you take in a deep breath before serving, and the game began. You and your opponent wasted no time, getting into the nitty-gritty fast. At one point, you almost missed and Penelope let out a muffled gasp. Still, you went on without getting flustered and came back faster and stronger. All those early morning workouts you had done with your dad were paying off. When your opponent began to tire, you were still light on your feet. The ball came at you at a perfect angle, and you took your chance - sending the ball back at a speed your opponent could no longer handle after going too hard at the beginning. She swung back desperately and it landed out of bounds.

The umpire called the game, with you as the clear winner, and the entire BAU team erupted. Hotch and Rossi got to their feet to clap. Spencer bounced on the balls of his feet with a simple “wooo” as Emily and JJ jumped up more excitedly beside him, cheering with delight. Penelope squealed with joy. And Derek, well… he was cheering too, with happy tears streaming down his smiling face.

You beamed up at him, taking in the biggest moment of your life so far. Every late night and early morning, every party you missed to get in extra practice time, the horrible cardio workouts, and the long days spent training in the summer heat or bone-chilling winters were worth it. Your opponent came over to congratulate you, and you shook her hand politely. Your coach, who was standing by the locker room, ran over to wrap you in a hug and escorted you into the locker room.

“She’s growing up,” Hotch sighed. The rest of the team nodded in agreement, but Derek was still watching where you had disappeared behind the locker room door, his eyes filled with pride.

“Let’s go see your baby girl,” Garcia said, putting a gentle hand on his arm. Derek turned to her with a smile, and a happy tear. She hugged him tight, before they followed the rest of the team out of the stadium.

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The team stood outside the players’ entrance with the rest of the gathering families. With such a huge event, they were having difficulty tracking you down and in their line of work, they couldn’t help but think of the worst.

“I’m sure she’s fine, Derek,” JJ said, trying to comfort him.

“Yeah yeah… I know…” But Derek could still feel the tension in his chest and hear the panic in his tone. But he wouldn’t relax until he saw you emerge from the crowd. You were looking around for them, trophy in hand and bag slung over your shoulder, scanning the mass amounts of parents talking with their kids in search of your own unconventional little family.

It was Rossi who spotted you first. “Hey! There she is!” He sounded like a proud grandpa.

Your dad smiled brightly and called to you. “Baby girl!”

The sound of your nickname caught your attention and you turned to see the entire team standing there with open arms. A beaming smile spread across your face as you ran over to them. Derek caught you in his arms, spinning you around while the rest of the team clapped and shared their congratulations with you.

“I’m so proud of you,” your dad whispered, on the verge of happy tears.

“Thank you,” you whispered back.

“My turn to hug the little champion!” Garcia squealed with excitement. You received hugs from everyone on the team (including Reid, surprisingly), thanking them for coming to cheer you on.

You’d just finished giving out the last of your thank you embraces when someone called your name. The entire team turned to see a boy standing a little ways away, waving shyly in your direction. Your face heated and you turned to your dad. “I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, taking your bag and trophy from you before watching you walk away.

“What’s that about?” Emily asked.

Derek didn’t bother to answer. He was too busy watching the doe-eyed expression, shy smile, and rather ditzy giggle you had as you talked to the young man. All the signs of young first love.

JJ sighed. “Oh, I remember those days,” she said in a teasing manner. “And if he’s coming to her sports games you know it’s serious.”

Penelope joined them just in time to watch the young man hand you a flower, making your smile brighter.

“Oh!” she cooed. “That is so sweet!”

Emily smirked. “Looks like someone’s in lov-”

“Prentiss,” Derek cut her off. “Don’t.”

The women of the BAU giggled at your dad’s reaction, giving one another knowing looks. In their heads they were already planning a girls night out to ask you about everything. Derek, on the other hand, made a mental note to give you a different kind of talk later.

[justabigassnerd]

Teen Angst

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 3,534

Warnings - swearing, feeling alone, mentions of Jake's parents, mentions of abuse, yelling, angst

Summary - you start to act out leaving Bradley and Jake in the line of fire of your teen angst

A/N - hey y'all it's a new part of Hangman junior!! sorry, it's been a hot minute since I last uploaded I've been going through some shit so yeah I gotta take time for myself sometimes. I feel I went a bit off track with this request but y'know this is what my brain came up with. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Jake had dealt with the many stages a child goes through growing up as he raised you. He dealt with your terrible twos like they were nothing. He figured that if he could fly a fighter jet day in and day out, he could easily handle a two-year-old’s temper tantrums. What no parenting book prepared him for, was the teen angst phase of growing up. He knew that teenagers tended to go through a rebellious phase. He went through one himself, but he chalked it up to his shitty upbringing as to why he rebelled against his parents. He figured you had no reason to act out when you got older. You were surrounded by people who loved you and he figured you had no reason to act out.

How wrong he was.

He didn’t know what caused it, but you started acting out as time progressed. You spent more and more time out with your friends and when Jake innocently questioned you on it, you got defensive and would refuse to answer his questions.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her.” Jake muttered one night as he climbed into bed with Bradley who watched softly, understanding the worry his husband was feeling.

“Hopefully it’s just teen angst. We all go through it. I know I did. It’ll pass and she’ll be back to herself in no time.” Bradley says, wanting to reassure Jake. But he had his own worries but wouldn’t dare vocalise them, so he didn’t worry Jake further. The two men ended the conversation there before they got too in their own heads and chose to go to sleep.

A few days after Bradley and Jake’s conversation, Bradley got a phone call from your school as he had just finished unpacking the shopping he had just bought. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the number of your school popping up on his phone.

“Hello?” Bradley answers as he brings the phone up to his ear.

“Am I speaking to Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw?” The voice of the receptionist says as soon as Bradley had finished speaking.

“Yes, you are.” Bradley confirms, nodding although he knew the receptionist couldn’t see his head move.

“We tried to contact Lieutenant Seresin but he didn’t pick up so our next point of contact was you so we’re calling to say that y/n has been sent to the principal’s office one too many times this month so we need you to come in so we can discuss action going forward.” The receptionist says as Bradley’s eyes widen slightly. He knew you were getting mouthy with your dad and acting out occasionally at home, but he never thought that behaviour would cross over into school.

“I’ll head over now.” Bradley says before bidding goodbye to the receptionist and hanging up the phone, pocketing it as he tugs his shoes on and grabs his keys. He climbs into the Bronco and begins the drive to your school. It doesn’t take Bradley long to pull up at your school. He finds his way to the office and locates the receptionist he assumes was the one he was speaking to on the phone.

“Hi, I’m Bradley Bradshaw. You called about y/n?” He says once he reaches the desk as the receptionist looks up at him nodding as he finishes speaking.

“I’ll just let the principal know you’re here and he’ll fill you in.” The receptionist says, getting up from her seat and disappearing to the principal’s office to let him know that Bradley had arrived. She soon returned to let Bradley follow her into the office.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, please take a seat.” The principal, Mr Brookes says, gesturing to the free seat next to you where you were sat with your arms folded and staring directly at the floor.

“So we couldn’t get into contact with Lieutenant Seresin, do you know why that is? We were hoping to speak to her father.” Bradley couldn’t help but feel the small pang in his heart at those words. He knew he wasn’t related to you by blood but he adopted you and loved you like you were his own so it hurt to hear that people would make it seem like Bradley wasn’t part of your family despite him being one of your legal guardians.

“Jake’s at work today. He was probably training when you called so he couldn’t pick up.” Bradley explains, glancing at you before returning his full attention to the principal.

“Well, no point in milling over this. We’ll just move on to why we’re here. y/n here hasn’t been engaging in classes or completing work that is asked of her. And when she’s questioned on it, she has been very rude to staff, swearing and answering back. She’s also been skipping some classes too. We gave her several warnings and clearly, none of them were taken to heart. We’ve been given no choice but to suspend her due to these recent actions.” Mr Brookes says, addressing Bradley directly who nods at every word said while you scuff your shoes against the carpeted floors of the office, itching to get out of this situation entirely.

“I’m sorry that she’s been acting like this. When she comes back after her suspension, I guarantee she’ll be on her best behaviour.” Bradley says, looking apologetically at Mr Brookes before glancing over at you. When you and Bradley are dismissed, you get up instantly, leaving the office with Bradley trailing behind. He sees a text come through from Jake on his phone, asking if he knew why your school had called him and he quickly filled him in as he reaches the Bronco, unlocking the car so you can climb in. You avoided looking or talking to Bradley the entire way home despite his numerous attempts to get you to talk. As Bradley pulls the Bronco into the driveway, he sees Jake’s truck also in the driveway and he knows that there may be an upcoming argument between the Seresin father and daughter. He follows you into the house and sees Jake standing in front of you, arms folded with a stern glare as he blocks you from going upstairs.

“Living room. Now.” Jake's tone was deadly low as he watched you carefully. You glared back, not wanting to give in but after a minute of staring, you groaned and turned to enter the living room with both men following behind.

“Dad, it’s not a big deal you’re overreacting-”

“You’ve gotten yourself suspended over bad behaviour and you think I’m overreacting? I raised you better than this.” Jake says as he paces the room while you sat on the sofa. Bradley observed silently, not wanting to interfere with Jake’s parenting.

“It’s not that big of a deal I bet you got suspended when you were my age.” You fire back nonchalantly. Jake had actually never been suspended from school despite what others thought about him. His fear of how his parents would react to news like that made him one of the school’s model students.

“It doesn’t matter whether I did or did not get suspended from school. You should know better. What is going on with you?” Jake says, trying to calm himself down so he can find out what it is that’s going on.

“I’m fine. You’re being dramatic over nothing.” You grumble, glancing away from your dad who looks over at Bradley, concerned.

“We’re just worried about you y/n. That’s all. This mood change seemed to come out of nowhere and we want to help.” Bradley says softly, making you look up at him.

“You’re not even my dad. I don’t need your help.” You spit venomously, making Bradley’s heart crack in two.

“Give me your phone.” Jake says, holding his hand out expectantly.

“What?” You ask, looking up at your dad.

“You heard me. Give me your phone. You’re already grounded for the suspension, but you do not talk to Bradley like that. Give me your phone. And go to your room.” Jake says, his glare cold as he speaks. You groan but get your phone out of your pocket and place it into Jake’s hand. As you get up and head to go to your room, Jake calls for your attention once more.

“You are not to come downstairs unless you have a proper apology. Do you understand me?” He says heatedly, trying to keep the anger from his voice but failing miserably. When he saw the reaction in your eyes to his tone, he immediately hated himself for the way he was speaking to you. You nodded wordlessly and then took yourself upstairs without another word to either man. After hearing the slam of your bedroom door, Jake collapsed onto the sofa, burying his head in his hands as he fought back the tears that instantly threatened to build the second you left his line of sight. Bradley approached Jake slowly, easing himself down on the sofa next to his husband and watching him carefully.

“Are you okay?” Bradley asks, observing how Jake’s shoulders rose and fell heavily, indicating to Bradley that Jake was fighting to keep himself calm.

“I should be asking you that question.” Jake mumbles, wiping at his eyes furiously before looking over at Bradley. His teary green eyes locking with Bradley’s soft brown ones.

“We don’t need to worry about me right now. You seemed really spooked after sending y/n to her room. I want to make sure you’re okay.” Bradley insists, not once removing his gaze from Jake’s as he reaches across to take Jake’s hand in his as gentle as ever.

“I sounded like my dad.” Jake admits after a painful silence, squeezing his eyes shut as more tears threaten to spill past his defences. He also fought back the memories of yelling, hurled abuse and punishments that filled his mind at the mere mention of his father. Bradley remained silent, knowing Jake still had more to say.

“I might not have yelled. But I said something that my dad used to say all the time. I swore when I first held y/n that I’d never be like him. What if I am? What if I turn out to be just like him and I hurt her the way he hurt me?” Jake says, tears breaking free from their bonds and rolling down his cheeks as he thinks of how he failed you. He had one job as your parent and that was making sure you felt loved and safe and he let you down by acting like the one person he swore he’d never be like.

“Jake, you listen to me. You are not turning into your father. From what I’ve seen and heard of this man, he didn’t deserve to have any kids. You didn’t deserve the way he treated you and that is not how you’re treating y/n. Parents argue with their children sometimes, it happens. But it doesn’t mean you’re turning into your dad. Please don’t beat yourself up over this. You’re okay. You haven’t done anything like your dad.” Bradley speaks softly and carefully to his husband, his thumb trailing back and forth over Jake’s knuckles as he talks in an attempt to slow Jake’s heavy breathing. When Jake manages to slow the tears, he allows Bradley to tug him into a comforting hug, with Jake burying his face in Bradley’s shoulder to ground himself some more.

“Are you okay Bradley? What y/n said wasn’t okay and I’m so sorry she said that.” Jake mutters, his voice still thick with tears and muffled by Bradley’s shirt but he was heard all the same.

“I’ll be okay. It’s not the first time it happened today.” Bradley says, attempting to shrug it off so Jake didn’t have to know how hurt he really was.

“Hey, I just opened up about how I was feeling. I think you owe me one.” Jake says, pulling away slightly and wiping at his eyes, giving Bradley his full attention.

“Okay. It hurt quite a bit, to be honest. I know I’m not her dad and I don’t expect her to call me ‘dad’ or anything I’m fine with her calling me Bradley. But it still hurt to hear her say that. And hearing her school say they were disappointed they couldn’t speak to you didn’t help the matter. They don’t see me as a part of your family. It’s always been Jake and y/n and I’m just on the sidelines.” Bradley admits, letting Jake know his true feelings about the situation. Jake’s face softened at Bradley’s words, and he reached for Bradley’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“You are part of our family, Bradley. Those people at the school are just assholes who don’t deserve even a smidge of your time. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but y/n adores you. She really does. I know she’d fight tooth and nail for you if she needed to. You’re family. And we love and protect our family.” Jake says reassuringly, wanting to put Bradley’s running mind at ease. Bradley’s head nodded ever so slightly at Jake’s words, his gentle brown eyes ever so slightly dimmer than they usually were.

“Tell you what. You relax down here for a bit, watch some tv, drink some tea, and take care of yourself. I’m going to speak to y/n again.” Jake says after conjuring something up in his mind. Jake then presses a soft kiss to Bradley’s temple before quietly excusing himself to disappear upstairs to talk to you again. This time, a lot calmer than he was before.

The knock on your bedroom door shook you from your angry staring contest with the wall but you didn’t move to open the door, nor did you make an effort to reply. A second knock rang out across your room but yet again you refused to respond, your anger about the events that transpired had almost dissipated due to getting time to reflect but you weren’t ready to talk to your dad just yet.

“y/n, can I come in?” Jake asks carefully, opening your door just enough that he could speak to you. In response, you turned over on your bed, facing your back to him as you stared at the opposite wall. You heard your dad sigh lightly but yet still respected how you hadn’t answered him so didn’t cross into your room.

“I just want to talk. I’m not going to get mad or anything. I just want to hear your side of everything. I want to know what’s been going on, that’s all.” Jake says softly, hoping that if he speaks soft enough, it might coerce you into letting him in. This time you consider your dad's words, and speak up.

“You can come in.” You mumble, barely audible but Jake heard it somehow. He entered your room, pulling out your desk chair and sitting on it.

“y/n, could you look at me please, sweetheart? Before we talk there’s something I need to say.” Jake says, gently encouraging you to flip back over to look him in the eye.

“Sweetheart. I am so sorry for the way I spoke to you. I let my emotions get the better of me when I shouldn’t have.” Jake apologises, making you furrow your eyebrows and push yourself up to be sat cross-legged on your bed.

“You don’t need to apologise.” You start, feeling bad for making your dad feel guilty for punishing you when you deserved it.

“I do. I reminded myself too much of my dad and I hated the thought of being like him.” Jake cuts you off, wanting to get his point across.

“You’re nothing like him, dad. It was shocking to hear you put your foot down sure but the more I think about it the more I realise I deserved it.” You say, wanting to let your dad know that you don’t think he’s like his dad at all. Jake nods ever so slightly, comforted by your words but still couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that he would turn out to be like his dad after all.

“Let’s move on. I want to talk about what’s gotten you acting out like this. I understand kids go through phases where they get rebellious and act out but I thought you’d hopefully avoid that phase. I just want to know what caused it.” Jake asks, his gaze not leaving you so you knew he had your full attention.

“I don’t know. I think it mostly happened because a new girl joined my friendship group.” You say, fiddling with the corner of your blanket as you talk.

“A new girl?” Jake enquires, seeing if he can get any more information out of you.

“Yeah. She changed the dynamic of our group and it scared me a bit. I wanted to be cool so she wouldn’t pick on me or anything. That’s why I was always out at friends’ houses. She wanted to meet so we had to meet. I didn’t have time to do school work and I was so tired that every time a teacher asked me something I’d snap. I hate that I did it and I’m sorry for getting suspended.” You say, explaining everything and feeling more regret seep into you with each word.

“What was the other thing?” Jake asks, making you look at him in shock. You had been hoping he didn’t pick up on your use of ‘mostly’ but of course he did.

“You said it was mostly the new girl which insinuates there was another problem.” Jake asks, no hint of judgement in his tone, only concern and love.

“I felt a bit left out by you. You spend loads of time with the Daggers and Bradley now and spend more time at work so it feels weird without you. It had always been us against the world but now it feels different. I’m not saying don’t hang out with everyone I just miss you.” You admit quietly, your eyes flicking to the soft toy that sat proudly at the head of your bed. The toy that Jake had bought you not long after you were born. You were shaken out of your thoughts by Jake moving to sit next to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“My sweet girl. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise. You’re always welcome to hang out with the Daggers, they love you almost as much as I do. I’ll try to do better and check in with you more.” Jake says in-between repeated kisses pressed to the top of your head. You shake your head from where it was resting against his chest.

“You’re okay dad. I just missed you.” You admit, wrapping your arms around Jake’s middle to reciprocate the hug. The two of you remain in the hug for a few minutes before a knock at the door pulls the two of you apart.

“It was pretty quiet up here, so I just wanted to make sure no one had been murdered.” Bradley says with a light laugh, smiling at the two of you. Just before Bradley can excuse himself and head back downstairs you call him back into your room. Before he can ask why you called him back you get off your bed and cross to Bradley, trapping him in a hug.

“I’m so sorry for what I said to you, Bradley. I was tired and angry, and I took it out on you and that wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve that. Not when you’ve been nothing but kind and loving to me. You are one of my dads. I have two dad’s and you’re one of them. I love you so much and you’re my family.” You say as you hug Bradley tightly. Bradley looked over at Jake who was watching the interaction with a soft smile and teary eyes. Bradley then let out a soft breath before he dipped his head to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much y/n/n,” Bradley says quietly, relishing the feeling of you hugging him.

“I love you too, Bradley.” You whisper, tightening your hold ever so slightly. When you pull apart, Jake gets up and crosses to Bradley, bringing him in for a quick kiss. After wiping his eyes to rid them of tears, Bradley then excuses himself to head downstairs and start making dinner leaving you and Jake alone once more. You smile over at Jake, relieved to have gotten everything out and not feeling the pent-up emotions anymore. Jake grins and reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“You’re a good kid. You know that right?” He says fondly as you swat his hand away from your hair.

“Only because I had a great dad growing up. Now I have two.” You reply, showing off your cocky Seresin smirk. Before you could continue to speak, you hear Bradley calling both of you downstairs to help him make dinner.

“Oh, before I forget you’re still grounded.” He says before leaving you behind as you jokingly sigh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I figured as much.”

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hi, can you do headcanons about being klaus mikaelson's (romantic) soulmate or mate?

Being Klaus Mikaelson soulmate would include

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synopsis: in a world where soulmates are more than just a wish, how unlucky was Klaus to have to live millennia before he found his?

warnings: vampire stuff, but that one is way more romantic than bloody

ps: thanks for your request! I didn't know if you meant a color!au or something like this, so I did it on my way. Feel free to ask for more!

• Two milennia lived and no sign of his soulmate. Two fucking milennia. During his life, Klaus saw sixty years old finding their soulmates at a asylum, politicians finding the love of their lifes in the competing political party, even teenagers falling in love at school, and two times he saw kids with less than five years finding the love of their lifes on a day care center. But he never did found his

• He did even think that it was Nature laughing at his successfull attempt to beat death. For a really long time he believed that his soulmate was dead and whatever chance he had to found them was turned to dust. But, fifty years later, Rebecca meet her soulmate. And it wasn’t just someone who was almost so old as then because someone that the Orginals turned into a vampire spread the gift: it was a person only twenty years old

• Klaus felt hope. He was now sure that Nature wasn’t so cruel. That one day he would finally find the person that will make his world burn. He dreamed about this day. But thousand years can make any hope just die. Maybe he did almost found you, but chose to look ar the opposite direction and lost his chance. Maybe you had died. Maybe Nature chose to be mean only to him. Maybe he, after all, didn’t have a soul to be completed

• That didn’t stopped him from living his life. He had a family, friends and plans. He felt hope, and anger, and frustration, and hapiness, and sandness, and pleasure. Klaus did failed to plan and planned to fail, but he also did win so many times and in so many ways. Klaus did not only survived, beating death, but he lived. And that life, that marvelous and machiavellican life, took him back to Mistic Falls

• And Klaus had plans, big plans, that worked in his favor. He did turned into a hybrid and, by the time we’re his mom organized a ball to celebrate the reunion of the family, he thought that Esther’s presence and his new status as a hybrid we’re what he was celebrating. Little did he knew that his life would change again, and in a way he couldn’t expect, that same night

• As mayor’s campaign coordenator, when he was invited to a party of the new rich family, going with him and his family was nothing but work. You we’re there to help him remember names, informations, and make sure that everything that happens around him was nothing but absolutely perfect. Thats the truth about election year: everything, even leisure, is work

• When mayor finally did something that didn’t need your presence (which was using the bathroom), you had a moment to breath in and breath out. You didn’t sit, he would came back quickly, but you took a glass of wine while talking to Sheriff Forbes. She is a great woman, talking to her was easy because she wasn’t looking for mistakes or gossip, she was just being nice and trying to have a great time

• But you weren’t the only person interested on talking to her, obviously the host would talk to her at some point of the night. You heard the mayor’s criticism that the new family talked to him while you weren’t by his side, which you respond that if he wanted you by his side then he shouldn’t make you talk to one of his campaing donor. So now, talking to Forbes, when a member of the new family approached, it was simply a fact: you two hadn't seen each other before

• His smooth voice was directed to Forbes, so you we're ready to just get out of this conversation and let then alone, but when you looked at his way and you both made eye contact, you with a kindly smile and him with a rough confidence on his eyes, the world tremble.

Klaus felt a blizzard burying him alive. His fingers froze. His eyes went still. Something inside him, something heavy and sharp, pierced through every layer of muscle and skin until it reached the surface. You combusted. Your chest felt like a forest on fire and your mind was intoxicated by the smoke. A hot emotion crept through your body, taking over every organ and limb, and lulled you into a calm never before felt.

Forbes was nothing but a acute voice, and even she stopped breathing, with the entire noom, when she notice. Your chest irradiated a heavy scarlet light, Klaus's glowed navy. Whatever space between you both was just a purple blur. Without sharing a word, the entire could see that you both lived to meet one another. Soulmates. So easy to understand, so easy to see, so easy to believed.

"Finally", that's what Klaus said, the first thing he could even think. He smiled, his entire body relaxing just because of your existence. "I had been waiting for you."

You could never really understand the weight of that sentence, but you felt the same. A life waiting for something you could never be sure if it would happen. A life longing to find the person who will not only be your love, but also a soul mate.

"I tend to arrive late", you whisper. You didn't have force to do anything else. "I have been dreaming about you my whole life."

Klaus took a step closer. "Do you need to be here?" You shaked your head, which makes Klaus to reach out to you. "Then came with me. I need to know you."

Without hesitation, you grabbed his hand and followed him through the night. Nothing, nothing, would have made you choose otherwise.

• Klaus waited a milennia and would wait another one if that means he would have you.

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[vivalarevolution]

𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱

Xavier Thorpe x Witch Reader

Request: „Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Xavier Thorpe x fem. reader where the reader is a new student at nevermore and sits next to Xavier in Mrs. Thornhills class and he tries to impress her with his powers (like in the scene where he made the spider come to life)‟

A/N: Request from anon. I changed one thing about the reader skills/ powers. It's not my best work but as always I hope you all still gonna like it. 

English is not my native language so I am sorry for any mistakes.

She felt unwanted eyes on her, again.

However, despite the fact that the situation repeated itself since she set foot in a new school, each time she chose to ignore it. She knew who the irises following her every move belonged to anyway, so she quickened her pace to disappear from their radar, as she had done many times before.

When she found a secluded corner, she leaned against it, sighing. She'd only been here a week and she'd had enough.

Her father told her about possibilities and freedom, oh how easily she was outsmarted by him. Now she was stuck in a strange place, far from home, in a school for "people like her". However, she soon found out that this term was not entirely true.

Nevermore Academy was supposed to be something of a safe oasis for children who were extraordinary, in the worst sense of the word. But Y/n quickly noticed that the teenagers weren't much different from normal people, well, except for the hidden talents they'd inherited. Girl was one of them. 

Being the ancestor of one of Salem's oldest witches had its advantages and disadvantages, although she saw more negatives than positives. That's why she hid her abilities.

-Y/n! - girl's voice called her.

The teenager closed her eyes, only to open them after a moment and turn around to look at the well-known blonde.

-Enid -replied the witch, tilting her head gently to the side, in a silent act announcing that she ,could continue.

-I was looking for you- she replied, smile did not come out of her face - Botany classes will start soon, and you are hiding.

Y/n sometimes wondered how a person could be so happy and carefree. But she was never able to come up with a satisfactory answer.

-Then it's better that they don't wait for us - she said with a slight, almost imperceptible smile, going with the werewolf to class.

Her steps, although slow, still led her to her goal at a much faster pace than she would like. Entering the great conservatory, without stopping, she went to the designated place.

Xavier was already sitting in his seat, lost in his notebook, sketching something Y/n couldn't see. Only when she sat next to him in the field of vision appeared the image of a black spider. Before the boy could see that she was looking his way, her head quickly turned to the desk, making it look like he was looking at her, not the other way around.

It might sound strange, even scary, but the brunette liked to look at her, especially when the teenager was so close to him. Every detail on her face was much clearer then. Her thick and long eyelashes, behind which beautiful irises were hidden, full lips or the flash of her thick hair, which seemed to be soft as silk from a distance. Xavier noticed all this, and day by day he became more and more addicted.

Before he knew it, he was smitten with her, and as if sensing it, she began to run away from him. Each step she took was further away from him, which meant that he was never able to catch her, or talk to her, even for a moment.

When Y/n's eyes finally rested on him, he responded by pushing the notebook towards her. Her brow furrowed in consternation, and he merely smiled at her, extending his hand to hover over the drawing. After a while, the animal came out of the paper, leaving only a gray halo behind. The arthropod moved a few steps. The witch did not let him out of her sight.

-I doubt Y/n will be impressed by your tricks, Mr. Thorpe - said Mrs. Thornhill unexpectedly, when she came to class.

-Admit that you're a little impressed - the green-eyed boy muttered.

The girl didn't answer for a long moment, too focused on the spider. Shivers involuntarily passed over her body and before she could've said something, the animated drawing burst into flames. Most of the students looked at her with a mixture of admiration and surprise, but she didn't care. Holding her hands, she occasionally ran her long fingernails over the rings to distract herself from the outside world.

Xavier cursed under his breath, he thought he would impress her, but all he did was make her hide even more.

It was nighttime when Y/n received an unexpected message.

With the end of class, she locked herself in her room, content to finally be able to breathe fully. Dressed and refreshed, she spent time on the floor, drowning in the books of witchcraft that she read several times before. The sound of music filled the room as well as the sound of her own voice as she hummed along with the band's lead singer.

Only a quiet but strong blow pulled her out of her bubble.

Standing up, she walked over to a large, tall window. At first glance, everything seemed normal, but when her eyes began to wander, a black cat appeared in the field of her vision, or rather its sketch.

The teenager sighed and opened the window. Curious about the explanations. There was a card in the animal's mouth and an invitation on the paper.

-Meet me at nine o'clock by the fountain - she recited, frowning slightly in thought ,knowing exactly who the sender was.

Thinking, she stared at the landscape outside the window, then she shifted her irises to the cat, who was still waiting, sitting on the windowsill. Involuntarily, she raised her hand and stroked his ear, as if hoping that it would feel something, even though it was only a drawing.

Before she could think carefully about her decision, her legs led her towards the exit. Right underneath the stone construction.

Xavier was already waiting for her. Her school uniform had been replaced with a long-sleeved black mid-thigh dress and leather boots. The boy didn't know what to think, it was the first time he saw the teenage witch in something else, in something close to her comfort zone.

-You really came - he remarked, not hiding the surprise in his voice.

-I really came - she replied, clasping her hands behind her - Your form of invitation was quite interesting. I was wondering if you matched the cat to my species or if it was just a coincidence.

-Yes...I mean no - brunette tangled up in words, pushing himself away from the fountain to approach Y/n - Your reaction to my previous drawing got me thinking. I preferred to create something that you should like this time.

-I'm just not a fan of small, crawling creatures. But I appreciate your gesture - she said honestly, which made Xavier smile.

-I'm glad to hear that - he replied, looking at the girl.

-What is the reason for your invitation? - she asked suddenly.

-I wanted to apologize. I guess you didn't want to show off your abilities - he remarked, scratching the back of his neck.

The gaze of the teenager, who was directed at the fountain near them, moved to the green-eyed boy.

-You have no reason to apologize - she announced -It was my instinct that worked the way it did - she added before taking a few steps back so she could turn freely and head back to the dorm.

-Wait! - Thorpe called her, grabbing her wrist, and she stopped, looking at him with furrowed brows -Would you like to go for a walk?- he asked with a trace of hope in his voice.

The girl shifted her gaze to the building behind her, then back to the tall teenager in front of her, who was awaiting for her response. Y/n nodded with a slight smile.

-I would love to - she said, nodding imperceptibly in confirmation.

The two of them moved forward. The witch put all her trust in the hands of Xavier, who led them to a place known only to him. Her heart was beating hard from the adrenaline, and surprisingly, she welcomed it. She hadn't had so much fun in a long time, even if it was just sneaking through school property.

Eventually they came to something that looked like a shed. Y/n involuntarily approached the body of her companion, looking curiously at the wooden building. When the brunette turned his head to check the girl's condition, he found her close to him, closer than he expected. Satisfied, he lowered his head to be level with her ear.

-This is my studio - he confessed, as if proud of this fact - I cleaned it, so Weems let me use it.

-We are alone - the girl noticed, approaching his face, which involuntarily covered with a blush - You don't have to whisper - she added, then moved away, walking towards the entrance.

Thorpe followed her with his eyes until she had disappeared through the door, then he moved on, quickening his pace so that the girl wouldn't wait. When he entered, Y/n looked around intrigued, but kept her hands to herself, watching from a distance.

-You have talent - she admitted after a long moment.

-Thanks - he said, following her like a shadow. -This is my safe space. Art makes me relax - he added, standing behind her as she paused at another of the many paintings.

-It must be nice to have your own sanctuary - the teenager said - I often dream of something like this, that wouldn't be my dorm room. Life at Nevermore can be...overwhelming - she confessed, rubbing her hands together in comfort.

-Really?- he asked, eager to hear more, happy to finally be able to talk to the object of his interest.

-Yhm- muttered the witch -That's quite an interesting paradox. An outcast feels like an outcast in a school for outcasts - she noticed, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, the boy made her feel surprisingly better, surprisingly calmer.

-You can always talk to me if you want - Xavier said, shrugging -I don't bite.

-I appreciate it - she replied, not sure what else to add.

When silence fell between the two, Y/n realized how close they were, how intimate the situation seemed, and the brunette slowly began to think the same, his green eyes not even for a moment stopping looking at the face in front of him.

Her eyes wandered over the boy's face, trying to find a starting point. Her slightly parted lips as well as the smell of lavender and gooseberry did not help Thorpe concentrate. Only the girl's frown woke him up from his trance.

Following her gaze, the teenager met an image, but not just any image. The canvas depicted a girl sitting on one of the stone benches, lost in thought, her face calm and her eyes distant. There was a sheet next to the easel, which must have been moved by a gust of wind when Y/n stepped inside.

-It's...me - she whispered in shock, walking towards her likeness.

-The first day, I couldn't forget you. So I started painting - he tried to explain, keeping his voice stoic -You surrounded yourself with this mysterious aura that drew me in even more. You were different from the rest...I talk nonsense - he muttered, closing his eyes.

The girl turned to face Xavier. Then , she unexpectedly put her hand around him, standing on her fingers to kiss the corner of his mouth.

-I quite like your nonsense - she confessed ,almost brushing his lips because of the closeness of their faces.

Xavier took her confession as a signal to action. Placing his hands on the witch's waist, he slowly brushed her lips, and seeing no objection, he did it again, and again, and again.

They said romance was dead and Y/n had to agree. But the electrifying touch of the boy's hand, the warmth of his lips, and the addictive scent that surrounded him, made her not disappointed by the death of romanticism. She preferred the version where she could’ve indulge her feelings without having to play cat and mouse.

And now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit, she was not going to stop. 

Neither did he.

[vintagepresley]

99 Luftballons

68' Comeback Special blurb - requested by @elvispresleywife

Ada goes to her first high school party and Elvis does not approve.

September, 1984

Elvis was sitting at his white gold leaf piano with you by his side, resting your head against his shoulder as the twins sat on the floor listening to their daddy sing a new song he was thinking about recording. Elvis being the romantic that he was even played the song that two of you danced to together way back when in his suite at the International. My Prayer by The Platters, the song that meant the world to the both of you and when you knew he was the only man you could ever want. Meanwhile Ada had been upstairs getting ready for her first high school party, she had just started high school and she was so nervous about it but everyone knew who her father was so she had no problems making friends. So, when she got invited to her first party she jumped at the chance to go. She had to beg the two of you to let her go, you were more laid back in the matter because you had been to your fair share of parties as a teenager and there was no harm in Ada having some fun. But Elvis on the other hand didn’t like the idea of her going to this party, he didn’t like the idea of not knowing if his little girl was safe. Times were changing and there were all sorts of drugs out there and teenagers drinking and the last thing he wanted was for her to get into all of that. Not to mention boys. But with some convincing from you he hesitantly agreed to let her go.

Ada was dancing and singing around her room to one of her favorite songs 99 Luftballons by Nena at full volume as she was deciding on what to wear. She chose a black crop top and a blue jean mini skirt and then she sat at her vanity and started on her makeup, being true to the new trends she did her makeup just like Madonna’s, bold and smokey eyed and pairing it with a red lipstick that she stole from your bathroom. Then she started on her hair teasing it just like Madonna’s and adding very flashy bracelets and jewelry to complete her look. She slipped on her black boots when she heard a car horn honking from outside. She glanced out her window and smiled when she saw it was her friends. She had been lucky enough to befriend one of the 10th grade girls who had a license. She waved to them before shutting off her music and heading out of her room, sneaking down the stairs as she continued to hum her favorite song. She wanted to slip out of the house before Elvis saw her. She saw that the two of you were distracted and hadn’t even noticed her, but Scarlett spotted her and they made eye contact. Ada placing her index finger over her lips signaling for Scarlett to keep her mouth shut. But as  younger siblings do, she decided to tell on her.

“Daddy, look at what Addy is wearing!” she snitched, pointing toward the foyer. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow as he stopped playing and looked toward the foyer to see Ada running towards the door. 

“Get back in here, young lady!” he shouted. 

Ada rolled her eyes and came stomping back to you both, narrowing her eyes at Scarlett who was sticking her tongue out at her. 

“You goddamn tattletale!” she sneered. 

“Hey! Don’t talk to your sister that way!” you yelled.

“At least I don’t look like a clown!” Scarlett giggled.

“Enough!” Elvis shouted, wanting everyone to shut up.

“Daddy, I have to go, my friends are waiting!” Ada sighed. 

“Elvis, come on, let her go.” you said softly. He shook his head at you both and waved off the fact that her friends were waiting. He got up from the piano and furrowed his brow. 

“What are you wearin’?! Where’s the rest of that skirt!?” he snapped. 

Ada looked down at her outfit and soothed out her skirt that she didn’t think was that short. She looked back up at Elvis, shrugging and then she looked to you to stop him. You let out a soft sigh and grabbed a hold of Elvis, sitting him back down. 

“You’re okay with this? W-What’s all that makeup on your face? You know what I said about wearin’ makeup.” he said sharply. 

Scarlett and Little Elvis began to laugh because of her makeup.

“Ugh, mama!” Ada whined. 

You felt Elvis was overreacting especially since she was a teenager girl and this is what they do. You never minded that she wore makeup. She spent so much time watching you do your own makeup when she was a little girl that as she got older and became a teenager you didn’t mind if she wanted to wear some. You didn’t agree with how much she was wearing, but it was the look nowadays. 

“Elvis, please, she’s a young girl and they all wear makeup like that now. I wore makeup at her age and there’s nothing wrong with her skirt. You’re being silly.” you said softly. 

“Well, It’s too much makeup. I told you, I didn’t like her wearin’ it. She’s a little girl, she doesn’t needa be wearin’ all that junk on her face. Now go upstairs and take off that lipstick or you’re not goin’ to this party.” he said sternly. 

“But dad!” Ada yelled, looking at you. You gave her the “listen to your father” look and she rolled her eyes stomping all the way up the stairs and taking off her red lipstick angrily as she could hear her friends honking the car horn for her to hurry up. Once she had the lipstick off she grabbed the small tube of lipstick and stuffed it into the pocket of her jean skirt and ran back downstairs. 

“Can I go now?” she said, annoyed.

“Not yet. I want to talk to you.” he said before looking over at the twins. “The two of you upstairs now. We need to talk to your sister.” he said sternly. The twins felt bummed because they wanted to stay. The both of them got up and ran upstairs where they sat at the top of the stairs listening. You raised an eyebrow wondering what Elvis could be wanting to talk to her about. 

“Daddy, I need to go!” Ada whined. 

“Just sit down a minute. We need to have a talk.” he said, pointing at the couch. 

Ada walked over to the couch and folded her arms over her chest as she plopped down onto it, looking down at her shoes. You could only imagine what was going through Ada’s head right now. Elvis got up and sat beside her on the couch and she continued to look down at her shoes. You watched on from the piano. 

“Are there goin’ to be boys at this party?” he asked. 

Ada wanted to crawl inside herself at that moment because the last thing she wanted to talk about with her dad was boys. 

“Yes, most of the kids from the school are going to be there.” she mumbled. 

“Elvis, is this necessary? It’s an innocent little party.” you chimed in. 

“Yes it is, baby.” he replied to you before turning his attention back to Ada. “Is there going to be any drugs or alcohol at this party?” he asked. 

“Dad! Come on, no one is going to be doing that!” she huffed. 

You shook your head at his questioning. You understood his reasoning for being so overprotective. She was his baby and he was always overly protective with both his daughters. 

“You know Ada is not one of those kids. She’s a smart girl and knows better than that. Don’t you, honey?” you asked. Ada nodded her head quickly. 

“I just wanna make sure. Now your mama has spoken to you ‘bout the birds and the bees, right?” he asked. Now Ada’s face was turning red and she groaned. You felt embarrassed for her.

“Oh my god, dad! Can we not do this right now!!!” Ada yelled, hiding her face in her hands. 

“Listen, there’s gonna be boys at this party and I don’t trust a single one. Boys have one thing on their minds and that’s sex. I’ll be damned if they try anythin’ with my little girl! I’m not stupid I know what goes on at these parties, honey.” he said. 

“I’m not having sex! Ugh, dad! It’s just a party!” she exclaimed. Elvis felt relieved to know that and had no desire to speak any further on the matter because he was just as uncomfortable as she was about the whole thing.

You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes at his words, watching as Ada grew more and more embarrassed by this conversation. “Honey, you’re the last person to be giving her advice on the dangers of boys and sex.” you laughed. “Now let her go to her party.”  

Elvis shot you a look and shook his head before he looked back at Ada. “Fine.. You can go.” he said. Ada jumped up from the couch relieved that the conversation was over and she hugged Elvis and then you. “Bye mama! Bye Daddy!” she said as she quickly ran to the front door.

“I want you home by 10:00, no later!” he yelled. 

“Okay!” she shouted as she headed out and quickly got into the car and Elvis watched from the window as the car drove away and out of the gates of Graceland. He now turned his attention to you, furrowing his brow. You smiled innocently at him as you stood up, giggling softly. 

“What was that mess you said ‘bout me talkin’ about the dangers of boys?” he asked as he walked over to you. 

“Oh, well, you know.. You weren’t some innocent boy yourself. You had a bit of a reputation when it came to girls, Mr. Presley.” you giggled. 

“That was a long, long time ago, baby. But that’s why I’m so concerned! I don’t want her meetin’ some boy like me.” he laughed, slipping his arms around your waist. 

You grinned at his words and slipped your arms around his shoulders as you stood up on your tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. “She’d be a lucky girl if she met a boy like her daddy who’s sweet, kind, romantic, and who treats her right. I know I got lucky..” you smiled. He smiled wide at your words and he stole another kiss from your lips. 

“Mm.. Is that so?” he hummed against your lips.

“Mhm, I hope someday all our children find someone that treats them right and that they have what we have.” you whispered, nuzzling your nose up against his before sharing another passionate kiss.

tagging: @18lkpeters @re3kin @memphis-mania @ccab @kendralavon7@kiankiwi @elvisblueshoes @peaceloveelvis @generoustreemystic @arianatheangel-girl

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Hi!! Can I request an avatar!reader x lo'ak where she tries to make him feel better and not an outcast? Locking fingers (they both have 5 fingers) and such maybe, i think it'd be cute 😭 thank you!!

thank you for your amazing request :)

a/n: had this in my drafts for a while, also i'm sorry for any grammar mistakes

i also chose to add a bit of a background to the story, so enjoy

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With one quick glance, you could tell the youngest son of the Omatikaya Olo'eytkan was struggling with some kind of body dysmorphia.

Living with the features of an avatar in a strict clan affected his self-love to the point where Lo'ak would tape his little finger to his palm or borrow light blue paper from you that never matched his skin tone to cover the thin eyebrows he shared with his dad at a very young age.

It was a painful sight for you because you were his best friend. You were supposed to be his anchor when other people judged him for his appearance, but how could you? You were also an outcast in their eyes, you had demon blood according to some Na'vi clans and let's not forget that you were a human, a disabled human.

Your paralysis was always an obstacle and made daily chores difficult.

Your mother called it a miracle. You, on the other hand, saw it as a message from Eywa. With your and Na'vi DNA, the scientists, including your father, managed to save your soul.

You were given an avatar, a five-fingered human-Na'vi hybrid, you grew to love more than your disabled body. You were freed from the struggle of surviving in the facility where you couldn't socialize with people your age. The only teenager who was trying to keep you sane was Spider, but then, Norm introduced you to the Sully children.

Your relationship with them was blooming every day, especially with Lo'ak. He felt seen when he noticed the similar features you had. And you felt accepted by his kind ever since the day he convinced you to visit their new Hometree where your avatar didn't receive any judgmental glances.

Your happiness was short-lived, unfortunately.

Your condition worsened and you could tell your human body was slowly drifting away from you. Your parents begged Mo'at, prayed to Eywa for your acceptance among the Omatikaya Gods. Mo'at used the Tree of Souls in hope of connecting to your nervous system and permanently transferring your mind to your avatar.

Lo'ak was glued to your side, squeezing your tiny five-fingered hand gently to show you he was still there. The thought of losing you scared him to the core, so, he prayed. He prayed for you to come back to him and his siblings in your healthy and much more stronger form.

His prayers were heard and he was one of the first people to see your yellow eyes fluttering open. The view of them sparkling underneath the Tree of Souls with admiration was stored deep in his heart.

It was definitely a sight he never dared to forget about.

After your successful transfer, you began to learn the Omatikaya culture in detail and abandoned your depressingly-looking bedroom in the facility.

You were a Na'vi, and you had to act like one if you wanted to survive in the wild.

Thanks to the Sully family, you managed to get a couple of scratches when Quaritch and his squad captured Lo'ak, Kiri, Tuk, Spider and you.

The argument between your biological parents and your adoptive ones seemed never-ending. When you and Lo'ak overheard his father call himself and his family a threat for the Omatikaya people, you knew. You knew you had to choose.

Stay with your parents and occasionally visit the Na'vi or convince Jake and Neytiri to let you tag along.

It pained you when your mother announced that she was disowning you, just because you wanted to stick with your best friend.

The journey to the Metkayina clan was unpleasant and exhausting, but you were put through much worse - for example, flying with Lo'ak on his banshee among the Floating Mountains.

Demon blood - all they saw were your differences.

Ronal made sure to point out the extra finger and the weird shape of hair above your eyes when she was walking by Kiri. Her son, Ao'nung, and his friends saw the opportunity to tease you, Kiri and Lo'ak for your appearance and took it without sparing a second thought.

You were growing tired of it.

Ao'nung would purposely target you with his remarks, knowing that Lo'ak couldn't stand the way he was feeding on your insecurities. He also noticed how you managed to soothe the youngest son's mind with your words, or just your presence and took advantage of it.

Roxto, Ao'nung's best friend and partner in crime, was keeping you busy in front of your Marui while the rest of your bullies were drowning Lo'ak in nasty teasing.

"Look! Isn't his tiny tail adorable?"

"Oh, and what about his hands?"

"He's a freak, just like the other two."

"Roxto," you sighed and pinched the bridge of your flat nose, fighting the urge to throw your politeness away. "Can you please leave me be? I'm trying to do my-- oh, hey, Lo'ak."

"Move," he pushed you out of the way without mercy and stomped inside your Marui, leaving you outside speechless with a smirking Roxto.

You apologized to the Metkayina boy with a forced smile and before he could get a word in, you were out of sight.

"What happened?" you inquired, approaching your pacing best friend. Your gaze softened when you noticed his finger fidgeting - a habit of yours that you cannot seem to unlearn. "Lo'ak-" you put your hand on his shoulder just for it to get swatted away. "Talk to me-"

"I'm tired of this fucking crap!" he exclaimed, holding up his little finger with tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. With flickering ears, you reached out for his hand, but he didn't let you grab it. "What is it? What so disgusting about this?"

"Lo'ak-"

"Is this why others see me as an outcast and nothing else?" he continued to stare at his extra finger, sight becoming blurry. "I didn't ask for this," he scoffed, his braids caressing his forehead.

"No," you disagreed, hating how easily negative words can manipulate someone's mind. You reached out for his hand once more, your fingertips brushing against his bright blue skin. "You're not an outcast-"

Lo'ak opened his mouth to protest but you locking your fingers with his took him by surprise and within seconds, his words melted on his tongue.

"You are valid, Lo'ak," you stroked the back of his hand with your thumb, narrowing your eyes at your intertwined fingers. They reminded you of puzzle you used to solve with your father. "This," you tap his pinkie, "is beautiful. This doesn't define you. It never did and it never will."

The boy glanced down and exhaled deeply, his cheeks darkening under your sharp gaze. You pulled your interlocked hands to your lips and kissed his extra finger tenderly.

"You're special, Lo'ak, and that's not a bad thing."

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Hello I loveeee your prompts, is it too much to request something about what Joe saw in Zach that made him think he is perfect for Cammie? (Cause I believe the theory that he set them up) also, his feels throughout as their relationship progresses? Thanks a lot!

Not me starting to reply and then promptly forgetting it in my drafts for four months, remembering it and obsessing for five days *crying emoji* Than you so much, though, and here you go!!<3<3

Do you ever think that maybe Zach knew about the Circle’s interest in Cammie before Joe did? That his initial interest is spurred not only by Joe’s stories (Matthew Morgan’s daughter, Joe’s best friend’s daughter, a pavement artist: incredibly skilled and so much trouble), but by the name Cameron Morgan travelling from mouth to mouth; whispered in corners, days - weeks - before Zach ever meets her? *

I don’t think Joe set out to have their relationship (necessarily) become a romantic one. He cares about these kids more than anything else in the world, and if inflicting them upon one another can protect them in any way, he’ll do it. They each might just be what the other one needs. To hone their skills. To become better. To become something more than themselves, the sum of their parts.

Zach might have volunteered or Joe chose him to track Cammie that day in January, it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that they were always going to meet each other because Joe cannot afford for them not to. Two young, incredibly talented operatives-to-be, more than prepared to cut each other down to size. Cammie is talented and knows it but also trusts too much in her own infallibility while Zach is too sarcastic to know what’s good for him, keeping everybody at arms length.

Joe thinks their first meeting goes well enough, all things considered. Cammie’s pride is stung, but she’s caught Zach’s attention and kept it, which Joe counts an success in and of itself.

So Joe watches as Zach’s gaze follows Cammie in the school halls and how the emotion behind his eye changes as the semester passes by – suspicion, jealousy, curiosity, admiration, care – and knows he is onto something good. He’s not surprised Zach’s attention has latchet onto her, professionally or romantically. Zach deserves those normal teenage experiences Joe never had. He wants him to experience first love and first kisses, the feelings of vulnerability that comes with it and the soaring heights as well. Someone needs to keep this talented, disastrously lost boy out of the same shadows Joe himself got lost in. He will do everything in his power to drag Zach into the light, kicking and screaming, but someone needs to keep him there and if Cammie can do it, Joe’s all for it.

Joe isn’t exactly happy when he finds out Zach read Cammie’s report from the fall semester, earning him a conversation about how friendships require an equal exchange of information to build trust and how he could easily alienate Cammie without it.

Still, it keeps Cammie on her toes. Engaging with Zach – always a step ahead of her, knowing things she doesn’t – forces her to both recognise her own strengths and admit to her weaknesses. She needs to wield these things, to know them and control them. This, Joe knows, is what will keep her alive in the field and he’s not above using Zach to teach her.

The semester ends and looking at Zach, Joe realises there is no way back. He would not be able to untangle these two, even if he wanted to.

Then whispers about a Gallagher Girl start circulating where they shouldn’t. Joe must be more nervous than he realises, because Zach wheedles his way onto the job and Joe lets him. Rachel disapproves, arguing his age, his experience, his schooling. Still, Joe brings Zach with him to Boston and the rallies, realising Zach will do this with or without Joe’s blessing and there’s nothing Joe could do to stop him. At least this way Joe can keep an eye on Zach and he can in turn keep an eye on Cammie (who, by the way, is very determined not be kept an eye on, making all of this very difficult).

Zach and Joe only talk about Zach and Cammie once. It is too late to warn him off; Joe never wanted to do that. He knew what would likely happen when he introduced them, but he also knows just how difficult it is to love someone working in this profession. You might trust their skill, their instinct, but part of you will always worry for their safety. And Cammie already has her fathers recklessness and a target on her back bigger than the moon. - Joe might love her, but he loves Zach too. Zach, who has already been through so much, who deserves love, and care, and rest just at much as anybody else. No, Joe doesn’t warn him off. Instead he tells Zach to keep her safe, but keep himself safe as well. That he is not alone and never will be. That he is loved and always will be.

(The Circle comes for Cammie and it’s real, it’s real, it’s real. They didn’t get her this time, but what about the next time? and the time after that?)

A man reveals his past and Joe takes off, running from every letter-combination known to man, leaving Cammie’s safety in the hands of people he does not know. He doesn’t know if he has ever been this scared (except he does; he hasn’t), and he feels guilty beyond measure involving Zach. They will never let him see light of day again if they discover him working with Joe, but Zach has access to her. He has sources and incentives to keep her safe. So Joe allows it, relies on him and works with him, pushing the guilt to the back of his mind, because what other option is there?

The CIA gets him anyway and Joe wouldn’t have done anything different, because the alternative would have been so much worse. The Circle takes him and Joe wouldn’t have done anything different, because Zach and Cammie will find the journal, just as he need them to. The tombs explode, and if he was conscious he wouldn’t have done anything different because the two of them are alive. They will live to fight another day. Together.

Except Cammie disappears and Joe’s not there to learn just how well he taught her or just how much she takes after her father. He’s not there to warn Zach off from taking off after her or hug him when he returns, unsuccessful. He’s not there when Rachel cries by his bedside or when Cammie finally, finally returns, worse off than when she left. He does not see Zach’s trembling hands or hear in his voice the guilt eating him alive when he explains that Cam killed someone. She killed someone and Zach wasn’t there. He wasn’t where he should have been. He promised he’d protect her and he didn’t. (The same guilt will eat at Joe when Rachel finally tells him. He failed to be there when it counted. He failed Matthew. again. again. again- but more importantly: he failed to protect his daughter and Joe will never forgive himself for that.)

He wakes up and he forgives Zach for not protecting Cammie, for not finding her: there is nothing to forgive. This burden was never his to bear, even if it feels that way, even if he loves her. The fault does not lie with Zach, nor with anyone else but the people who took her. (Who tortured her.) He asks only that Zach stays with her for what comes next, knowing the redundancy of his question. The two of them are as inevitable as the push and pull of the tide, a force of nature too powerful to be influenced by the likes of Joe Solomon. He loves them more for it.

(What do you call those, who created gravity so that the sea might pull away from the shore and return again stronger? A god, perhaps. Or maybe just Joe Solomon.)

*he says in oot he hears about it in summer, nevermind

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Sports Festival: AKA How Many Times Will Izuku Blush Chapter 3

Summary: With the future spelled out in multiple ways, Izuku now faces off in a series of battles to win the sports festival! Except you know, he’s facing off against all his future lovers and they’re all very interested in winning his heart. The stadium, Japan, and various others watch!

Part of the Photos/Videos Verse!!

On AO3!

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Having children had never been Hisashi’s plan. He’d wanted a successor to his role in the underworld. He chose to use Shimura Nana’s grandson for it as soon as he heard of the boy. It was easy to goad the father more and more to get him angrier at his family. 

 Hisashi was old. He was ancient, and while he’d like to stay alive for much longer, he also lost interest in the Japanese underworld. It was time to move on. And using the grandson of one of the annoyances seemed perfect. He’d also hoped to continue the game he started with the annoyances. Drawing the fools to a new continent would be fascinating. 

 Then he’d had a child. His marriage to Inko was based on sex and a little vacation for him. He’d never meant to have a child. But he’d wondered what sort of Quirk he’d have. The ability to steal Quirks just by wanting them? No touching or tentacles needed? A copy Quirk?

 Sadly the child had no Quirk. Or so Hisashi thought as he dismissed the boy. He’d provide for Inko and Izuku but barely did he care about them. Inko was for stress relief, and Izuku was just there. However, it seemed Hisashi had been wrong.

 Izuku did have a Quirk. An analytic one? Something that let him use One for All to its fullest potential. The sound of that Quirk… Hisashi wanted it. Sadly the damn thing probably got eaten by One For All like all the rest. No matter, his son would be easy to sweep into the fold with Tomura, one of his possible lovers. Perhaps he could gain the Quirk later on. Or hell, maybe he would let Tomura loose from the various brainwashing Quirks. It would be fun to see that happen, Tomura fighting against him when Hisashi taught him everything. 

 Hisashi chuckled. Oh, he was going to be entertained.

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Hero Ficstastic: Ugh

Drama Lama: What’s wrong?

Hero Ficstastic: Some asshole commented on my Manual fic asking about my All Might one. Like an entire: I have to gush about this other fic when will it update thing.

Drama Lama: oh yikes! Like seriously? They think that’s okay?

Hero Ficstastic: Yeah. Really killed the mood to write more you know?

Drama Lama: totally understand. 

NOTICE ME HAWKS is online

NOTICE ME HAWKS: Oh god!!! Are you guys watching the sports festival?

Hero Ficstastic: No? Babysitting the tiny terror. 

Drama Lama: dude I’m working. I have zero time to do shit.

NOTICE ME HAWKS: Okay well if you’re on break: [LINK] WATCH.

Hero Ficstastic: … Is it ethical to write about a teenager?

Drama Lama: Don’t do sex and you’re fine. 

Hero Ficstastic: It’s RPF. I never do sex. That’s just weird.

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 Nejire had never been happier that she preferred women as when she saw the stink eyes Mirio and Tamaki were getting when they walked into the arena. They’d been contacted by Nezu, who requested they come in order to ‘keep all variables under control.’

 Ha. More like the principal wanted to get some entertainment. Nejire was one of the big three, even if she didn’t act like it. She knew Nezu found this hilarious and wanted to see what would happen. It was all right; Nejire found it hilarious too.

 “Man, they’re reeeeeally mad,” she said in her best sing-song as they walked through the halls. They were passing by three different class 1A members at once, all shooting a glare at them. Definitely, Nezu’s doing. 

 “Would you stop that,” Tamaki whined.

 “Hmmm… nope!” Nejire giggled. “Oh, look! Midoriya!” She pointed at a screen showing him and the purple-haired boy who’d shown up as one of the guy’s lovers. Mirio and Tamaki snapped to attention. Midoriya’s face was incredibly red as the other kid leaned in, grinning wildly. Izuku took a step back, squeaking and then froze. The mic on the stage caught the following words.

 “I’d ask for a kiss, but brainwashing you to do so is full-on disgusting. So walk out of the ring, all right babe?” the boy asked, and Izuku began obeying, walking away.

 “No!” Mirio looked upset as Tamaki groaned.

 “This is gonna hurt him.” the soft boy whispered, and Nejire hummed, watching the screen. It looked like a win until a sudden gust of air occurred, Midoriya’s fingers breaking. He turned around to face the purple guy, who looked shocked.

 “How…” Midoriya didn’t answer him, rushing the other to throw him out of the ring even as he began grappling. Sadly the purple guy didn’t have as much muscle.

 “Midoriya is the winner!” Midnight cried out. The mics caught the rest still.

 “How did you…”

 “I… I think One for All did something… I think I saw ghosts… can you brainwash me again?”

“...Yeah, sure.” 

 “Man!” Mirio laughed. “Izuku is awesome!”

 “Yeah…” Tamaki said in his gentle way, eyes becoming hearts. Nejire grinned. She needed to make Midoriya her friend right now. Finding out how Quirk might have ghosts and then asking to be brainwashed to see them? Hell yeah, sign her up for that friendship.

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Hawks @itsabirdnamedhawks

[Picture of Hawks outside the UA sports festival stadium]

Taking the chance to visit the kid responsible for the chaos going down!

Cherry on Top @letsgocrazy

What do you say to all of the comments going on about the case against the HPSC?

Hawks @itsabirdnamedhawks

I can’t comment on an active case!

August Falke is Bae @nerdforheroics

AKA: I can’t say anything since I’m the victim. 

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 Izuku sat in the infirmary, looking at his hand as Recovery Girl patched it up. His brain was running in two different directions. 

1- Ghosts. So his Quirk had ghosts now, apparently. All right then, he was going to beg for answers from All Might. There had to be an answer.

2- Holy shit, he was going to be in the final battle at the sports festival. There was no other reaction other than panicked screaming inside of his head. 

 “Young Midoriya?” All Might said, entering the room. Izuku looked up at him with wide eyes.

 “I’m in the finals!” he squeaked. All Might chuckled.

 “You are! Right where you deserve to be, my boy!” the man laughed as Recovery Girl sighed.

 “I suppose that’s true, but please be more cautious, Midoriya,” she told the boy. “The world’s eyes are on yourself right now, and you need to be careful with your Quirk.” She paused. “Why hasn’t your original Quirk helped?”

 “I… maybe cause I don’t know how to use it….” Izuku frowned. From the sounds of it, his original Quirk was based on analysis that worked primarily when he held a different power inside of him. So why didn’t it work? 

 “Have you come at it sideways?” a new voice asked. The pro-Hero Hawks appeared in the doorway. Izuku squealed, unable to hide it, hands covering his mouth.

 “Ohmygodit’sHawks!” he muttered. Hawks gave him a grin.

 “Sup, kid? You’ve caused quite a stir.” Hawks said, a brief look of exhaustion crossing his face before vanishing.

 “Oh…” Izuku said, remembering what had been revealed. “Uh…”

 “How are you, Hawks?” All Might asked, looking at the younger hero in worry. The winged hero shook his head.

 “Been better. Nezu reached out and asked me to come by. Agent Zero requested I get a neutral party to look me over to check everything the Commission did, so I came by to ask Recovery Girl if she can fit me in later.” Hawks nodded to the healer, who replied affirmatively.

 “I’m not a full doctor, but I can check you over and direct you to an actual doctor who can give you a better idea.” Recovery Girl said. She frowned. “When was the last time you took a break?”

 “My hero contract has me taking a day off every three weeks.” Hawks said dryly. All Might choked, eyes wide as Recovery Girl cursed loudly. “I know.”

 “Hawks… that’s horrible!” Izuku said, shaking his head. The winged hero waved a hand.

 “I’m aware, Midoriya. I’m not that blinded by them,” Hawks sighed. “Hearing two futures I was in, one where I had a kid and a spouse, one where I went villain… it shocked me. I realized that I couldn’t see those futures, too focused on being the Commission’s hero.” Hawks shook his head. “So, thanks. Thank you for showing me I was blind.” 

 “...You’re welcome.” Izuku swallowed. “Umm… two futures?” He could only remember one future.

 “Oh, right.” Hawks grinned. “Takami Keigo, at your service. Apparently, you and I can end up brothers-in-law.” He laughed. 

 “Oh! The Todoroki… right.” Izuku smiled at Hawks. “It’s nice to meet you… uhh, what did you mean by coming at my Quirk sideways?”

 “I can move my feathers telekinetically,” Hawks explained. “I can’t hear when they’re away from me, but I can still use them to pick up noise because that causes vibrations I can feel. That’s not something you can just guess at. Come at your Quirk, both of them, sideways.” 

 “Oh… wowthatissocoolitwouldrequirealot… wait, no One for All.” Izuku frowned, closing his eyes as All Might chuckled. Hawks sat down on a bench, drawing a look from Recovery Girl.

 “Safest place to hide right now. I don’t want to deal with people clamouring for my attention. I’ve got a lot to think on.” Hawks explained. Izuku tuned it out, thinking. Come at it sideways.

 All right so One for All is a stockpiling Quirk. It can stockpile strength and apparently Quirks which I can access due to my original Quirk, which… helps me understand Quirks. I have a that work will lose some meaning by the end of today. Though it does explain my interest in Quirks though it… doesn’t feel right thinking that it’s because of my Quirk I’m good at analysis… probably my Quirk actually poking me. It gave me interest but the rest is me. So… analyze One for All. It’s a stockpile where I needed to build muscle mass to contain it inside my body, and I break limbs when I focus… 

 “I am an idiot,” Izuku announced, eyes opening. 

 “Completely obvious?” Hawks asked in amusement.

 “I need to activate it in my whole body.” Izuku groaned. “Not just a limb!” The rest of the room traded wide-eyed looks, all wondering why they hadn’t thought of that either. 

 They were all idiots.

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Baby Got Back @queenofyouall

So like… Aldera. I just heard sixteen different stories about it. What’s the truth?

Sugar Honey Iced Tea @iwillfightgodandallmight 

It’s a hell hole. I used to work there, and tried everything to get people to pay attention to it. 

Baby Got Back @queenofyouall

Really? Wow, why did no one look into it?

Sugar Honey Iced Tea @iwillfightgodandallmight 

[Picture of a bookshelf with a book circled in red]

Cause every fucking time we tried MLA sympathizers would come and see this utter horseshit. 

Baby Got Back @queenofyouall

MLA!? What?! Aren’t they a terrorist group?!

Sugar Honey Iced Tea @iwillfightgodandallmight 

No, because they’re defunct. But I sure as hell have theories that might prove otherwise. 

Sugar Honey Iced Tea @iwillfightgodandallmight 

Ha, guess who just got contacted by the police and a few heroes. Good, let’s blow this shit up.

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 Izuku stepped out of the infirmary to stop. He closed his eyes. “How many people am I going to almost run into?” he asked, unable to help it. Tokoyami chuckled, shrugging as Dark Shadow popped out of him, cheering. 

 “Midoriya!” the shadow being said, leaning towards Izuku.

 “Cease, Dark Shadow,” Tokoyami scolded. “The champion of the light is not yet a partner.”

 “Yet, huh?” laughed Hawks, coming out of the infirmary. Tokoyami jerked back, eyes wide as Shouji and Asui stopped short behind him.

 “Hawks?” Shouji asked in surprise. 

 “Are you here to keep an eye on Izu-chan, kero?” Asui asked with a croak. Izuku blinked. Right she asked him to call her Tsu. Her words got grumpy looks from the two boys as Dark Shadow pouted.

 “Sort of. Here to avoid a lot of the press.” Hawks explained. “You guys did good out there. Great teamwork!” he grinned. “I know a lot of us heroes saw and made a note of it, even if you might not have made it higher.” The trio beamed. 

 “Indeed,” All Might said, not bothering to puff up. “We all did.”

 “Thank you…” Tokoyami looked at him in confusion. All Might shrugged with a smirk. Izuku looked at him in confusion though the hero waved him off. 

 “Young Midoriya, I believe that young Todoroki and Uraraka are still fighting. Perhaps head to the waiting room?” All Might said to Izuku, who gave a nod.

 “Right,” he said. He paused before looking at his classmates. “Umm… did Sero…”

 “He told us you were okay with flirting,” Shouji said, shrugging. “But I think right now you shouldn’t be too distracted.”

 “Yeah, kero.” Tsu agreed. “We came this way ‘cause the ice was making me really tired, and Tokoyami wanted to come with me. Shouji followed…” she peaked at Shouji, who chuckled.

 “Wanted to see if I could see Midoriya even if I wouldn’t flirt.” Shouji’s words caused Izuku to go bright red, covering his face. Shouji laughed a little as All Might sighed.

 “He’s going to lose so much blood to the face after this….”

 “At least we know he’ll be very popular in the future.” Hawks joked. “Unless he does go underground like he does in a few of the versions, it’ll be useful.”

 “Izu-chan is cute enough; he wouldn’t need that,” Tsu said.

 “Yeah!” Dark Shadow cheered. “Fumi had a crush way before this-”

 “Dark Shadow!” Tokoyami shouted. Izuku responded by moving away from them, face in his hands. 

 He would end up with a permanent blush; he just knew it.

-0-

Fuyumi: I don’t know what to think…

Natsuo: Touya is alive, Shouto might have a great husband in the future, and Dad is finally being punished?

Fuyumi: Natsuo! 

Natsuo: Fuyumi. You’re a teacher! Would you make your students forgive their parents for what Endeavour did to us?

Fuyumi: No. And I got told by my boss I have to go to therapy before I can come back to work.

Natsuo: Oh… well, no offence but good. You need it.

Fuyumi: I just want to be a family.

Natsuo: We can, you just need to understand for us that Endeavour is and will never be our father. Not anymore. 

Fuyumi: He’s mine…

Natsuo: and I’m happy he is. But again: you have to accept things are never going to be picture-perfect.

Fuyumi: I’ll try.

-0-

 Momo observed the field, Jirou and Koda beside her, muttering to one another. By Momo’s count, everyone but the three of them, along with Kaminari and Kirishima, had interacted with Izuku after the calvarybattlel. Kirishima had gone off to check on Bakugou, though he came back unable to find the boy. 

 “Oh, I hope things turn out well for Midoriya,” Momo worried. The battle with Uraraka included the girl throwing the glacier Todoroki tried to trap her in right back at the dual-haired boy. It caused quite a mess, though in the end, Todoroki came out the winner. Momo worried for her classmates in the infirmary and the next fight. 

 “Iz… Midoriya will be fine,” Jirou voiced, correcting herself quickly. “Todoroki saw the same future as us; ten to one, he’ll knock him out.”

 “Or he could win, kero,” Asui remarked as she looked over the field. The rest of the class glanced at her in surprise. “He could. I don’t know if he fully can- Todoroki is strong, kero. But Izu-chan is gonna be number one, right?”

 “Yes, but he can’t use his Quirk well right now,” argued Momo.

 “When we were heading to the infirmary, I overheard him figure out what he was doing wrong,” Shouji said. “It’s… really short notice, though. So who knows.” 

 “I hope he doesn’t hurt himself too bad,” Kouda signed. Kaminari laughed a little.

 “Well, maybe that might help whatever issue Todoroki has to get through his head?” he shrugged at the dangerous looks shot at him. “Look; apparently, something went down here for them. We need to see what happens.”

 “I bet it’s going to be MANLY as hell!” Kirishima chirped, even though his eyes were strained. Probably due to Bakugou Momo thought. Frankly, after what they learned and saw in the one future where Izuku lost his leg, she had no more interest in the blonde. Perhaps he could become a hero still. Time would tell, but Momo certainly wouldn’t be working with him. Petty? Perhaps. But she felt it more practical than not. Bakugou would have a sharp hill to climb now, with a few futures showing his behaviour and how it could impact the people around him. This would always hang over him even if he became a better person. In a way, it was a horrible punishment for him to be forever affected by this. He did become a hero in many futures. In one, he even made up with Izuku. But…

 “Our final match!” cheered Present Mic, distracting Momo from her thoughts. She needed to focus on the field. Izuku would be fighting Todoroki, after all! “Our future number one Midoriya Izuku versus the hot and cold teenager Todoroki Shouto!” the two boys walked out onto the field, Izuku’s hand bandaged.

 “Oh, I hope he’s all right.” worried Uraraka. “Midoriya is strong! But…” 

 “He’s not in control of his Quirk yet,” Momo murmured. 

 On the field, Izuku took a breath, facing Todoroki, who looked at him with a mostly blank face. A slight hint of worry was in the teen’s eyes, but mostly determination shone through.

 “I won’t use his fire,” Todoroki declared, uncaring of the mics.

 “It’s not his; it’s your fire,” snapped back Izuku. Todoroki blinked in confusion before Izuku charged him as soon as the start was announced. A stomp of his foot created a wave of ice heading towards Izuku, who lifted a hand to flick at it, shattering the ice. Todoroki glared, sending more out only for another flick to occur. Red lightning flickered around Izuku’s arm, slowly changing to green as the lightning moved over him. 

 “You’re going to hurt yourself,” Todoroki yelled, shooting more ice. Izuku flicked some fingers again, wincing. However, they didn’t break. 

 “Strained them now,” Izuku breathed out. “I’ll have to figure this out better, but right now? I think it’s enough.” He locked eyes with Todoroki. “I’m going to get you to use your Quirk to its full potential.”

 “I WON’T USE HIS FIRE!” Todoroki yelled, more ice flying out, though the teen shivered thanks to the production of more and more ice.

 “And it’s YOUR QUIRK, NOT HIS!” Izuku yelled, destroying the ice once more. Todoroki blinked, eyes wide right before he burst into flame.

-0-

Deer’’s Number 1 Fangoil @lightupmyworlddeer

Dekiru just broke like his fingers in order to get Todoroki to use his fire side. Holy shit. AND THEN HE PULLS OUT OH HEY I FIGURED THIS OUT.

August Falke is Bae @nerdforheroics

“It’s YOUR QUIRK, not HIS.” Good point kid. And holy shit!! The final part!! Just BOOM! Explosion!

Deer’’s Number 1 Fangoil @lightupmyworlddeer

Yeah. Wow this was a good year. 

-0-

 He was standing on the podium. Midoriya Izuku, the Quirkless freak, was on the stage for the UA sports festival. He was in second place. Beat to hell and back, yes- Recovery Girl told him an excellent doctor reached out to offer to do the surgeries to fix the injuries that had occurred from being thrown out of the arena due to the explosion. He’d head there the next day. But Izuku was in second place.

 Tears were heavy in his eyes as he stood there. Todoroki stood on the top pier, a small smile on his face. Shinsou and Uraraka were on the third one, beaming at the crowds. 

 “To deliver the medals, we have a special guest!” Present Mic was saying over the intercom. Midnight cracked her whip.

 “Give it up for ALL MIGHT!” she cheered as the man bounded down from the stands. The stadium went a little nuts in cheering. However, they stopped when the man began to steam. Izuku’s mouth dropped open as All Might let his muscled form fall, the skinny version all that remained. 

 “Ha!” All Might laughed at seeing the expressions on their faces. “Apologies, but I felt that I could stop hiding this form with so much new information revealed.” He winked, the camera catching it easily. “With my Quirk passed on already, my injury from a few years back is slowly claiming my remaining time in my big form. Might as well save it for heroics!” He smiled and turned to Midnight, who blinked before offering the medals. He took the bronze ones wordlessly.

 “Uraraka, you pushed hard today!” All Might said, ignoring the mutterings of the crowd effortlessly. “You truly showed skill and determination!” He slid the bronze medal over her head and stepped back with a smile. Uraraka smiled up at him, eyes shocked but pleased. “Young Shinsou, you showed the world that your Quirk does not define you,” All Might announced, turning to the purple-haired teenager. Shinsou gave a smile, cheeks flushed as he received the medal. “Keep it up!” All Might praised before he grabbed the silver medal from Midnight. Izuku felt his face warm, beaming up at All Might.

 “Young Midoriya…” the hero paused and then laughed. “Ages ago, when I met you and realized that you were the perfect successor, I never expected what happened.” All Might slipped the medal around Izuku’s neck before hugging him. “You did it, my boy; you screamed you’re here, even with the weight of the future on your shoulders.” Izuku’s eyes teared up, and he barely heard All Might move to give Todoroki his medal.

 He was too busy crying, a smile on his face and warm cheeks. 

 He’d done it.

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-I can’t remember where I saw it, and frankly if it turns out canon I’m laughing but I was grabbed by the idea that AFO purposely fucks with OFA users as part of a huge game because he’s bored. I ran with it. (I’m also ignoring all ‘AFO wants shiggy’s body’ stuff. That’s boring)

-The convo between Hero Ficstastic and Drama Lama is inspired by some real life events. I put my long term project POTSOD on hiatus due to being exhausted by people commenting on other fics ‘when will you update POTSOD’. I THEN got a comment on another fic: I know you turned off anon and I totally get it for the other fic but I’m going to GUSH about the other fic on this one! Yes, they were in the same series. But like… it hurts seeing that. It really does. So… yeah. To all the anons/commenters who do that: don’t. Is this petty? Yes. But I’m just so tired…

-Nejire is a top student, she’s not dumb. She is exciteable and cheerful, however I firmly believe she is more shrewd then we think.

-Hawks is here! And writing him is fucking hard ain’t gonna lie. He’s both laid back but a workaholic. He’s smart, and I wanted to show he has in fact realized how fucked the Commission is, and I wanted him to be a catalyst for Izuku. (Mostly cause I think when we get to his part in the future for Izuku it’ll be funny as fuck)

-Also, how Hawks knew it was him in the TodoDeku version was due to Miu’s name. It’s a name he plans on using for any children he would have. Paired with his own name? Yeah he knows.

-I would like to offer that everyone in MHA are dumbasses for not connecting that Izuku needs to circulate the Quirk through his whole body. This also is why RG doesn’t go: I won’t heal him anymore. Because she recognizes her own eff up here and goes: yeah we all failed.

-I think the MLA plot was dumb as hell in the manga, but it is useful for a plot device. I also would like to point out that the Destro book was being sold and known to be being sold. So in my eyes, MLA is not considered a threat anymore, and thus people aren’t as on edge. Now though we have a whistle blower deciding to raise hell on twitter.

-Look Izuku managed to mostly get Full Cowl down in two days while working with Gran Torino. Kid is fucking smart. 

-I don’t know when the next part will be out. I plan on focusing on original work for NaNoWriMo but I also created a miniature challenge I might try to do while working on my original stuff (plus you know school and work). It’s a Izuku has a bunch of soulmates AU. However I do plan on also posting throughout the month the rewrite of the beginning of an old series. I posted the first chapter yesterday; for those interested it is a Fem!Izuku series where she needs to choose a spouse due to various bullshit and we go through the path of various options. It’s called The Beginning for those interested. I have it fully rewritten hence why it is being posted.

[wwhatev3r]

Hey there. I was wondering if I can have a BoB ship, please? :)

I have pale skin, short brown hair and green eyes. Average height, I'm a bit of skinny rn but I lift cuz I want to be stroncc and protecc. I was raised in a town in mountains, so I can stand any cold but i'm dying when it's even a little hot. I collect knives and adore military stuff (probably it's the reason I'm in love with this show lol). I really love to comfort and take care of people. If someone wants to cry on my shoulder, I see this as the top of the trust I've earned. I know a couple of languages and fond of learning them. I'm a writer and a smoker(this things are connected..). I'm humble of my achievements and always think that it's not enough and I should be better. I'm open to people, not minding to tell about myself if someone asks. But I tend to be cold and disappear from time to time, cuz I need a lot of time to be alone with my thoughts. I really love to see how people become awkward from compliments, praise and stuff, so I give 'em regulary :D. Tho, I do it wisely and study a person for a while to shoot words that will 100% reach their hearts. I'm trying to be stoic and confident, but sometimes this image cracks(mood swings my beloved), and when it does, I isolate myself for a time being, because I don't want to show my drama queen side. I'm all quiet and uncomfortable with new people, but if they have patience with me, I warm up to them quickly. I had a lonely childhood and teenage years, so I might be kinda cringy cuz I've no idea how normal ppl talk. Despite all of this, I receive a lot of comments that I can be a great leader and I sense that it's true. I don't really like kids, but I adore animals, felines especially. I like thoughtful people with whom you could just sit in silence and admire stars/nature/etc or talk for hours about universe, human nature or interesting things we have recently learned.

yea. I hope this sheet of text isn't too long, heh. Oh and thank you for everything! You're doing lord's work for this fandom. I appreciate all the stuff you've written and like to reread it, because it makes me a little happier. The way you write about each character is immaculate. May your inspiration never end!

I Ship You With...

Joe Toye!

Notes: Thank you so much for the kind words! <3 I felt safe just by reading your request 😂💕 Btw, I chose the person who has the personality closest to yours but honestly I think it would be cute to see you with someone who has a opposite personality, but anyway…

I think it's time for you to let be taken care of by a tough boy, you can't be the only though one in town, alright?!?

Do I have to say that you’re a badass? I think you know it but, yes you fucking are! 

He obviously fell in love for how resilient, strong, caring and confident you are. 

This man could take a grenade for you but he knows he wouldn't need to because you can take 3. 

Both of you are very stoic, and both don’t like to show your soft side. 

But I think you could bring his by praising him; he gets all flustered and awkward and he hates it but you have a lot of fun. 

The moment he saw your knives he was just: “Holy shit…”; his jaw just dropped and his admiration for you just got higher. 

You were the first person Toye finally felt comfortable sharing his feelings with, because he knew you would understand and of course because you would take care of him.

He is a big and tough boy but he likes snuggles, he just doesn't want to admit it.

You know, Joe finds it amazing that you are a writer and admires you deeply for that; he came from a big and poor family, he never knew how to speak formally, write beautifully and all that stuff and he just finds your skills something that he wishes he could have. 

You’re his favorite writer and you are always more than enough and more, he just wishes he could see yourself the way he does. 

When you need to be alone he understands, he is not the type of guy who annoys the shit out of you just for attention or to be talking to you 24/7. No. When you need to disappear to have your alone time, he lets you have your time, because before being your boyfriend he was also your friend. 

He loves your drama queen side, he really does. He loves when you get to show your sensitive side. He wants to take care of you too, that’s all.

Okay, Toye doesn't hate kids but he still loves animals more than kids for sure. 

He’s a dog person but if guys get a cat he instantly becomes a cat dad. 

I can totally see him holding a small kitten like It’s his baby.

He doesn't admit it but he loves the cat. 

Making a picnic or camping is definitely one of Toye's favorite dates.

He gets to have more intimate time with you, sometimes just likes to lay down by your side watching the stars in silence.

I hope you like it <3

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Childhood

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

+ This Game of Ours

Jason’s eyes snapped open at a sound that no human should be able to hear.

Ever since he’d been resurrected from the Lazarus pit, his senses had grown abnormally acute – amongst other strange things. 

Sometimes he swore he could even hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was easiest to do with her, after all he was so intone with her very being.

But all of that made nearly impossible for anyone to sneak up on him – let alone in his own home. Which someone was. He could feel it.

Jason’s eyes glanced down at Y/N, who was sound asleep on his chest.

Ever so carefully, he lifted her body off of him so he could slip out of bed.

But Y/N was a light sleeper, unfortunately. She must’ve inherited that from Bruce, even though she wasn’t even raised by the man.

Y/N winced as her eyes opened just in time to see Jason grabbing one of his hidden guns from below their bed frame.

“What’s going on?” Her voice raspy.

“Nothing,” Jason lied. “Stay here.”

Now that she found out about another hidden gun in their apartment, Jason knew he was going to return to a lecture from Y/N. She never hid her hatred for guns, and had asked him to keep them out of their apartment.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered desperately, now more awake and concerned.

“Stay here,” Jason said, more firmly this time.

Then he quickly kissed her, leaving even less room for her to argue.

In only his black boxer briefs, Jason snuck out of their bedroom and into the living room without making any sound. Y/N had always been shocked at how quiet her giant boyfriend could make himself.

Just as Jason raised his gun, he heard the familiar voice.

“Put some clothes on, Todd.”

Damian stepped out of the shadows.

To Jason’s surprise, he was in civilian clothes and not in his Robin uniform.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking in like that?” Jason reprimanded as he uncocked the gun.

But before Damian could defend himself, the bedroom door squeaked open and Y/N was rushing out into the living room.

“I told you to stay there,” Jason growled.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s overprotectiveness. “Obviously I recognized Damian’s voice, Jason.”

Then Y/N looked at her half-brother for a second and quickly realized Damian had come there for a reason.

“Everything alright, Damian?” She asked carefully.

“Yes,” he lied.

Jason remembered when Damian despised Y/N. He saw her as a threat to his claim to the Wayne throne. But Y/N had immediately made her intentions clear. “I have my own reputation, money, and career that I built without a name attached to me. I want nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises,” she had told Damian as soon as she realized he saw her as some sort of competition.

It took Damian months to even acknowledge Y/N. And he really only did because both his father and Dick – basically his surrogate father – scolded him for not doing so.

Slowly but surely, the two grew closer.

Y/N didn’t put up with Damian’s attitude. But she also didn’t scold him like a child. If he was rude or aggressive, she spoke to him the same way she would speak to a grown man who behaved in such a manner. Somehow it made the boy slowly start to respect her more.

Eventually, they bonded over their mutual love of the arts. Damian was impressed with her photographs, while Y/N was honored whenever Damian decided to share his drawings with her. Y/N had gifted Damian his first camera. And Damian once gave her a few lessons on the basics of sketching and painting.

Who knew Waynes were the creative type?

And it was when Damian’s pets all seemed to be obsessed with Y/N that the boy finally decided to get over his original opinions and feelings.

It was by no means a short or easy battle. But the rest of the family was relieved when Damian finally accepted Y/N as one of their own.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate?” Y/N offered Damian.

The boy just shrugged, but she noticed his eyes subtly light up.

She never understood why he refused to let himself feel joy in the simple things. It was like she could catch him stopping himself from being a kid.

“I’m going to bed,” Jason announced with exhaustion.

It was clear to him that Damian came to see his sister, not him. And he was nice enough to leave the two of them alone. Even though he was a bit bitter that his girlfriend was being stolen from their bed.

Before turning back to the bedroom, Jason invaded Y/N’s space and gently grabbed her jaw before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross,” Damian groaned.

Jason glared and pointed at the boy. “You’re in our apartment, demon spawn. I’ll kiss my girlfriend if I fuckin’ want to.”

Y/N just laughed as she watched Jason close their bedroom door behind him.

“Come on,” she nudged her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Let’s make some hot chocolate. I think I have some of Alfred’s cookies hiding somewhere, too.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N smirked and shook her head. Tonight, she wasn’t taking the bait. 

Once Damian decided he didn’t hate Y/N, he jumped right to making it known that he did not think Jason was good enough for her. But she knew it was an act – mostly.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” She asked casually once they had giant mugs of hot chocolate and cookies in front of them, making sure to give the boy extra marshmallows. 

“I’m grounded,” Damian muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Grounded?”

It seemed like a far too normal concept for a family of vigilantes.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“I’m guessing that means Bruce and Alfred don’t know you’re here…?”

“I snuck out,” he admitted.

“Why did you get grounded?”

“Father found out I was skipping school. And then that I skipped the school dance.”

“Why does it matter if you skipped the dance?” She asked, clearly confused.

Y/N was also struggling to imagine Bruce caring about such a trivial thing like that.  

“Father wishes for me to have normal experiences that young man of my age is expected to have,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes.

“School dances are lame,” Y/N commented.

Damian sat up straighter, not expecting that to be her response.

“I skipped prom. I didn’t want to go,” she added.

“Why not?” The boy challenge, somewhat caught off guard by that.

Y/N shrugged. “Bad music. Bad dancing. Tacky dresses. Just wasn’t all that appealing to angsty, teenage me.”

Damian just nodded slowly, and then got quiet.

“I have no desire to be normal,” he finally stated after a few minutes.

“I’m not taking his side, but I get why Bruce wants you to do these things, Damian. You were robbed of a lot of things because of the way you were raised. I’m not saying that it’s bad or good. But I think Bruce just wants to give you the opportunity to experience the life of a – well...of a kid.”

“And was your life normal?” Damian quickly asked.

Y/N nodded. “So normal that it was boring.” She laughed, “My entire life was normal until I met all of you weirdos.”

That got a smile out of Damian.

But then it slowly dropped and he seemed to get lost in his head.

“I don’t…I don’t have any friends,” Damian finally whimpered.

Y/N was shocked by the boy’s emotion.

Damian was always composed.

“It’s like they speak a different language. And it’s one I can never learn.”

“Oh, Damian,” Y/N sighed as she rushed from her seat to kneel beside him. “I know it must be hard to try and fit in. But you’re not doing anything wrong. None of that’s your fault.”

“Father is more than aware that I don’t need the education,” Damian’s voice shook as he tried not to cry. “He only forces me to attend so I can make friends. And that is one thing I am unable to do.”

Y/N let him breathe and have an opportunity to continue before she spoke again. 

“I hate school, so I skip. And the school dance seemed so ridiculous to me, so I skipped that too – even after father specifically requested that I attend.”

Y/N sighed, “And did you tell him how you’re feeling when he grounded you?”

Damian shook his head no.

She hadn’t expected anything different. She could easily imagine Damian lashing out at Bruce when he received his punishment, saying that the requests were a waste of his time and beneath him. 

Damian was good at hiding his emotional pain – maybe even better than their father.

Y/N was sure Bruce didn’t have a true understanding of what Damian was going through.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Damian asked.

“Of course,” she gave him a sad smile. “How about we take this hot chocolate to the couch and watch a movie?”

Damian shrugged. But it wasn’t a no.

Y/N let him pick the movie.

He chose Fantasia. 

When Y/N didn’t hide her surprise, he explained that he respected the animation and loved all of the classical music. Even when they did a child-like activity, he still always found way to remind the world that he was no normal child.

An hour later, both of them had fallen asleep on the couch with the movie still playing.

When Damian felt another presence, he awoke with a jolt and grabbed his hidden knife, holding it to the throat of the intruder.

But it was Jason, gently bringing Y/N’s sleeping body into his arms.

“Once again, demon spawn, you’re in our apartment,” Jason hissed with annoyance.

The man was completely unfazed by the feeling of a blade threatening to slit his throat. 

Damian huffed.

“I’m taking her to bed,” Jason explained the obvious. Then he nudged his head at the love-seat across from Damian. “There’s a blanket right there if you want to sleep on the couch. Or you can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

But Jason paused, with Y/N sleeping in his arms, as he noticed a strange look on Damian’s face.

“What?” He urged.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you myself,” Damian growled softly.

Jason looked utterly unimpressed. “You’d have to get in line,” he answered, making sure to keep his voice quiet to prevent waking Y/N.

But then Jason’s face softened. “Look, kid, I think you know that she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d die before doing anything to mess this up.”

“Hmph,” was the only noise Damian made in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and carried Y/N back to their bedroom.

In all honesty, he couldn’t fall asleep while she had been in with Damian. With Jason’s weird enhanced hearing because of the pit, he was able to catch a bit of their conversation.

Jason softly place Y/N back in bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. When he joined her on the other side of the bed, she didn’t even wake as she slid back into his arms.

Now Jason could finally go to sleep.

When there was a knock on the apartment door the next morning, Damian and Y/N shared a look.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N sighed.

Jason had made all three of them breakfast that morning.

But now Damian pushed the food around his plate, knowing this was the end of his small rebellion. Who knew what his new punishment would be?

Y/N opened the door to unsurprisingly find her father.

Bruce was wearing a full suit, despite it being a Sunday morning. On top was a heavy, black overcoat with the back of the collar slightly propped up.

“You could have least told me he was here,” Bruce greeted his daughter.

She smirked mischievously and shrugged. “I’m no snitch.”

Damian appeared behind Y/N, not seeing the point in dragging this out any longer than necessary.

“Alfred’s downstairs with the car,” Bruce told his son evenly.

The disappointment in both his expression and tone was obvious.

Damian looked up at Y/N. “Thank you for having me, Y/N.”

“Next time, use the actual door so you don’t give me or Jason a heart attack.”

Damian smiled at that before walking past his father and down the hallway.

“Can I talk to you a second?” Y/N asked Bruce.

Her father seemed surprised by the request, but nodded anyways and closed the door behind him.

“I think Damian is really struggling – more than you think, I mean.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. “He hasn’t even been remotely injured from patrols in months…”

“No, Bruce,” she quickly cut off. “Not as Robin. As Damian.”

Bruce was quiet.

“He doesn’t know how to fit in, Bruce. And you’re putting a lot of pressure on him to live a normal life. Bu he’s never gonna have normal. That was taken away from him before you even knew he existed.”

“He said that to you?” Bruce asked.

She nodded. “In so few words, yes.”

“And I’m assuming you have some advice,” he quirked a brow.

“Well, yeah. Maybe you should just homeschool him.”

“Y/N, the whole point of him going to school is to be around kids his own age. We both know the education is beneath him already.”

“But that’s the thing, Bruce. He’s never going to relate to any of those kids. Going to school makes him feel like a freak. Let him get homeschooled.”

“He needs to learn to make friends,” Bruce argued.

“You’re right. He does. But not with the spoiled brats of Gotham Academy. How many superheroes are you friends with?”

“He doesn’t consider them friends!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How many superheroes are you acquainted with, who have kids around Damian’s age?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

“I know you like to keep your personal life away from Batman. But those are the only kids that Damian is ever going to relate to in some way. Do you get what I’m saying?”

To her surprise, Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

Her brows shot up. “I am?”

Y/N had really expected him to fight her on this.

Bruce chuckled. “Of course you are. Out of everyone in this family, you are the only one who can say they had any semblance of a normal childhood.”

Suddenly his phone dinged and he glanced down at it.

“I have to go,” he regretfully told her.

When he looked back up at her, his face softened. “Come to the manor soon for dinner,” he asked her gently.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, “I will.”

Bruce nodded in the direction of the kitchen where Jason was hiding. “And bring that one with you, will you?”

Y/N laughed. “He’ll go wherever I go. He’s like a puppy, that one.”

“I can hear you!” Jason called out.

Bruce laughed and stepped forward to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for looking out for Damian, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bruce.”

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[landinoandco]

Could I ask for a Max Verstappen request?

Where you get all excited to tell him you’re pregnant and it doesn’t go well. Could you make it super angsty

Of course you can :) here you go, I hope you enjoy! 

Max Verstappen x reader 

Warnings: angst but with fluff at the end

Word count: 2.2 k 

Requests are open...

Baby, the future is ours

At last the summer break had rolled around again, to the relief of the Formula one drivers and crew, they had 3 long weeks ahead of them to fill with whatever they deemed stress-free or relaxing. The subject of activity depending on person to person - most sane folk tended to stick to a holiday to Greece or if you were an adrenaline junkie like Daniel Ricciardo jumping out of planes or BMX biking. You had lost count of the times Max - your boyfriend - had rushed in to tell you about all of the exciting things his best friend had gotten up to as of late. 

You and Max had decided to take a break and travel to a cosy, quiet part of Italy - to escape the press, the stress and most importantly the eagle eye of social media. It would just be you and him for a few weeks before reality brought you back to Milton Keynes in the shape of Christian Horner and his motley crew. 

You and Max had met in 2018 at a gala event Redbull had hosted, Pierre Gasly - being a close friend of yours - had introduced you two and to say the pair of you hit it off instantly was an understatement, whether it was a mixture of the Dutch meets British humour you had no clue but you weren’t one to complain. A few months later and Max had asked you to travel around the world with him - you did so willingly and life had been nearing perfect ever since. Of course you had your ups and downs, where the universe seemed to really test not only your love for one and other but your patience. A few arguments had shown you that both being hot-headed never ended well. 

You were sat out on the balcony, a book in hand and looking out into the Italien countryside. Max had left for a run and to explore the local village, leaving you, your thoughts and your growing baby. You were pregnant - you had taken the test just before flying out, this meant that Max wasn’t aware. You hadn’t told him yet and you had no clue how you were going to. As it turns out telling your partner you were pregnant was easier said than done - ironically. 

You and Max hadn’t had the baby talk yet - you had but only along the lines of: “one day, when we’re older and married and driving isn’t the main priority anymore.” Those were Max’s words. He wanted to be there for his child, to watch him or her grow, to see every milestone but most importantly to be a good and nurturing father. 

There was part of you that was slightly worried because you just didn’t know how Max would take it - you couldn’t keep it in any longer though. You had to tell him. There was another part of you that was excited - from a very young age you knew you wanted to have a family of your own with the person you loved the most. Call it childish naivety. At this point in time, you were ready to become a mother - well as ready as anyone ever could be. 

Placing your book onto the table, you made your way into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it. Sighing loudly as you leant onto the countertop. 

“That was a loud sigh.” A voice called out from behind you. You recognised it instantly. Whipping your head around, you saw Max standing there, wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

Chuckling, you hit back, “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your middle, placing a sweet, chaste kiss onto the side of your head. Leaning into his warm embrace, you let out another long but content sigh. 

“Seriously, what is it with you and sighing today.” Max uttered, his lips still against the side of your head. 

You went to move forward, out of his welcoming embrace. You knew what you had to do. 

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Instantly the atmosphere changed, you could feel Max stiffen behind you. Maybe the tone you chose to make that comment in was too serious but it was now or never. 

“Haha, which of your friends is pregnant this time.” He quipped jokingly, trying to break the tension. 

Instantly you knew the way the conversation was going to end, a pang of hurt felt in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, catching your lip with your teeth. He stood there with an air of innocence and unknown, concern dancing in his eyes - he went to reach his arm out to you, to offer that encouragement. 

You braved the words that came out of your lips, “Me.” You almost whispered. Time seemed to slow. Max dropped his arm and instantly took a step back. 

“Pardon.” Was the only thing he could force out of his mouth, his throat seemed to close up and his hands went clammy. He definitely heard you the first time but he wanted to make sure it wasn’t a night terror. A bad dream he had failed to wake from. 

“I am, Max,” You said again, your voice wavering. 

“Oh.” He stated, his face drained of colour, his mouth set in a straight line. 

“Is that all you have to say.” You swallowed thickly, your eyes swam with tears. You had a hunch this was how it was going to end but it didn’t stop is from hurting the way it did. You had hoped he would have proved you wrong, to have wrapped his arms around you and to have spun you around. To have laughed. To have cried. To have shown a little more excitement to the fact you were now carrying his child. His first child. 

You moved past him and sat down on one of the wooden chairs, rubbing your hands over your face. He was still stood there. His eyes fixated on the view out of the window. No emotion read in his eyes. It was almost like you had hit the ‘off’ button. He tapped his foot and made a clicking noise with his mouth before turning around to face you - meeting your gaze. 

“How long have you known.” His voice was hoarse.

“A couple of days before we flew out.” You answered him, moving your face back to rest in your hands. 

There was a pause. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner.”

You took a breath, looking him dead in the eye. “Because I knew this was how you were going to react.” You didn’t trust your voice at all, you also didn’t know whether you wanted to scream at him or cry in the corner. 

“Right.” Was all he said. Still stood there like some awkward teenager after a rather large telling off from their mother. 

“Is that all you have to say to me?” You asked him, nostrils flaring. You were allowed to be angry, right? 

“What do you expect me to say.” He rounded on you, his voice raising more than was necessary. Tears had spilled down your cheeks, you didn’t have the energy to fight back. As soon as he realised the effect this was having on you, he went to move forward again, his eyes softening instantly. “I’m sorry - I - I shouldn’t have raised my-”

“Get out, Max.” You stated lowly. By this point, you had stood up, shuddering away from his desperate grasp. He knew he had made a mistake. You knew he regretted it, the moment the words had left his mouth. 

“Get out?” He repeated quietly, his voice cracking, you could see tears glazing his vision. 

“Just - please, go on a walk - come back once you have more to say to me.” You spat.

“But - But I already have more to say-” You cut his rambling off once again. 

“Please. Max.” You insisted, your voice betraying you again. “Go.” You whispered. 

Max stormed out of the door, ensuring to slam it so hard the chandelier on the ceiling swung precariously. You sank back into your chair and let out a loud sob, unable to hold it in any longer. 

Max was mad. Not at you, that would be unfair. He was mad at himself. At the world. At everything actually because at this point why the hell not. You were pregnant - don’t get him wrong, he was over the moon. He was going to be a dad. 

It was too soon. 

He still had his full F1 career ahead of him. A promising and long F1 career as a matter of fact. He wanted a baby to be his main priority and he wanted to share those one in a lifetime moments with you. He knew there was no point in being mad, it wasn’t like they were in a position where they couldn’t have a child. They had plenty of things to offer, a nurturing home with parents who were head over heels in love with each other and a large family - blood and not - who would be willing to support and love the child as if it was their own. Max really was in love with you. He knew it would be you to mother his children in the end, he just didn’t think it would be now. 

He reached for his phone, went into his contacts and pressed on the number that read the name: “D.R new phone.” Whilst it wasn’t adventurous like many thought it would be, it saved the confusion from calling a number that no longer existed. 

Daniel picked up on the second ring. “Hey dude, how’s it going?” 

“Not good at all, Dan, not good at all.” Max admitted, his voice wavering once again. He explained the events that had happened a mere 5 minutes ago, the way he reacted and the way he left you. Hurt and alone.

“I’m not going to lie to you, mate, you’ve fucked up big time.” Dan spoke after what felt like a loud silence. After all, Daniel knew you just as well as he knew Max. 

“I know. I know I have, do you think I’ve been selfish?” He asked, his tone full of raw emotion. 

“Yes.” Dan stated simply, “I think you have been, especially since she even told you this is how she thought you would react. How much stress do you think she had been putting on herself? Come one, I’ve taught you to be better than this.” Daniel paused, Max could almost hear him place his thumb and ring finger onto the bridge of his nose. “You know, just as well as I know, she knows it isn’t the best time. Her becoming pregnant is very much a two person job, I think it’s time that you go back to her and have a conversation like the adult I know you are.” 

In that moment, Max was so grateful to have someone like Dan just a call away. “Thank you, Dan. Really. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“Alright Mr Father-to-be, don’t be going all soppy on me now.” Daniel joked, returning back to his normal teasing. That was the best thing about Daniel, he was quite useful when you needed him to be. 

“You can count yourself on being the godfather after that.” Max added, a large beaming smile plastered onto his face. 

He heard Dan let out a loud laugh, “Go on, leave me be. Good luck, mate, let me know how it goes and when the time is right tell her I say congrats.” 

“Of course, mate. Thank you, again.” Max muttered, looking back in the direction of the villa. After he hung up, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and ambled slowly - working out exactly what he was going to say to you. 

Once he had opened the door, he called out to you. “Babe?” He heard a sniffle in response. You were still slumped on the chair in the kitchen, shooting daggers at the cupboard opposite. 

Max sat opposite you, reaching out for your hand. Grudgingly you let him take it, you blinked and he took a deep breath before a large, beaming smile crept onto his face.

“We’re going to be parents.” He rubbed the back of your hand, speaking tentatively. You nodded, your lower lip trembled. Max stood up, still keeping a hold of your hand as he gave it a slight tug, indicating that you should stand up. You made your way into his embrace, his arms wrapping securely around you, tucking your face into the crook of your neck as he rocked gently side to side, burying his face into your hair. He then moved his hands to cradle your face, wiping the stray tears away before peppering your face with feather light kisses. 

“We’re going to be parents.” He repeated, a little louder and to this you let out another sob, laughing as he picked you up and spun you around. 

“I’m sorry. I was being selfish.” He said, as he wrapped you back up into his arms. You smiled into his chest. In that moment, you couldn’t be happier. It was like all of your childhood dreams had come true. In that kitchen stood your new family, mismatched and sometimes a little bit broken but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[oilivia]

“Don’t tempt me.” - w/ Akaashi

request:   HIII. can i req bb akaashi w smut prompt 19??❤️

a/n: i loved writing this so much, it flowed super easily and i really hope you will like it as well! smut after the cut.

if you want to request drabbles, i have a list of prompts here, but please read my rules firsthere.

cw: smut, a bit of teasing, oral (f receving), fingering, creampie

word count: 1k

Akaashi wasn’t the type that was easy to rouse. He was calm and collected, at least on the outside. But, being his childhood friend you knew exactly what to do to pull reactions out of him. You swear it started innocently. All you wanted to do was see how far you could push him before he’d get angry. Was it a nice thing to do to your best friend? No. But you were bored.

“Keiji, stop ignoring me,” you pouted, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

“I’m not ignoring you, I’m just working. What do you need?” He turned with a smile, giving you his full attention. You almost had a change of heart. He was so sweet, always caring, always making sure you were comfortable. Even when you slept in the same bed, when it was too late for you to go back home, he never touched you. And it’s not like you had a crush on him, not really. You just wanted to see what it was like to see him lose his shit for once, or maybe even get to see what it was like to kiss your best friend. That’s all there was to it, nothing more.

“Play truth or dare with me!” You giggled as you grabbed his arm and pulled him to the bed. He didn’t resist, but raised his eyebrow, questioning look in his eyes.

“Don’t you think we’re a little too old for that? We’re not teenagers anymore.”

“You never played while we were in high school anyways. Plus, I’m bored.”

“Fine, just for a while and then I have to go finish my work.” He indulged you, as he always did. The questions were innocent at first. He chose truth a few times, you chose dare. He made you tell him a joke for one of the dares and had you recite his favorite poem for another. He was so bad at this. But it didn’t matter. Once he chose dare, you were ready. 

“Kiss me,” you fluttered your eyelashes, cupping his cheek with your hand.

He was stunned. Eyes scanning you, trying to see if you were bluffing. What were you trying to achieve? “What do you mean?” he asked, voice shaky and palms sweaty. He didn’t like getting put on the spot.

“I mean, you should kiss me-”

“Don’t tempt me.” There was something different in his tone, a darker edge you hadn’t seen in him before. You were even curious now and leaned in, until your lips were a mere inch away from his. “I said, don’t tempt me, why are you coming closer? Do you really think it’s a good idea to play this game?”

“Why shouldn’t I tempt you?” you tease, not moving. Your breathing was a bit uneven, your own cheeks just as flushed as his. The thought of kissing him excited you more than you thought it should.

“Because if you do, I won’t be able to stop,” he closed the distance in a flash, eyes clouded, crushing his mouth on yours. It wasn’t how you expected it. Not gentle and unhurried, no chaste meeting of lips. It felt raw and carnal, with tongues and teeth and hurried breaths. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you in and tugging as he tasted your mouth. He gave you no respite to catch your breath. He tasted like vanilla, the chapstick that you gave him.

Before you knew it he was on top of you, impatient hands unbuttoning your shirt and hungry lips sucking at your pulse point. A part of your mind told you to stop him before it got too far. But you didn’t want him to stop. His erection was digging in the flesh of your thigh, your hands running through his hair, tugging and pulling at his shirt, hasty, greedy, eager to feel his skin on yours. 

Akaashi sank his teeth into the supple skin of your shoulder and you scratched his back, panting and moaning and your lips met again before long. Your hands worked at his belt, clumsily unclasping it and unzipping his pants, pulling down his boxers to feel his throbbing cock in your palm. He kissed your neck, the side of your breasts and teased your nipples with his tongue as you stroked his cock. 

“I want you,” you pleaded, your flushed face arousing him even more, making his cock twitch. He took off the rest of your clothes, spreading your thighs and pressing his tongue to your burning heat. Your taste was intoxicating. He lapped up the juices spilling from your cunt, flicking your clit with his tongue. You moaned and bent, grinding gently against his mouth. Waves of pleasure crashed on you as he shoved two fingers inside you and started trusting. You climaxed on his tongue, writhing so beautifully as he licked and pumped until your body calmed a little.

And when Akaashi eased his aching cock inside your pink cunt, you cried his name. There was no sweeter sound to him than your voice calling his name between soft moans. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him deeper with each thrust, pushing your hips into his, your walls clenching and clamming around his length. You whined and he groaned, the pressure threatening to erupt with each bit of movement. He knew better than to cum inside your pretty cunt. But when he saw how your eyes rolled and how your mouth opened, how your body convulsed and heard you calling his name, again and again, he couldn’t help it. 

He climaxed together with you, filling you up with his cum. His best friend. The girl he had a crush on ever since he could remember. The girl who asked him nonchalantly to kiss her. And he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. The only thing he hoped is that he’d get to taste you again.

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[xoxo-teddybear]

Bakugou’s daughter brings home a Boyfriend

Bakugou x wife!reader

Ft. Bakugou’s daughter

Warnings: fluff, lowkey Crack, sexual mentions, small angst, cursing, Bakugou being such a dad

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This is one of my favorite types of Bakugou. Domestic father Bakugou!! So bc of that fact, this piece was born. Hope you enjoy!

Bakugou as a boyfriend? Bliss. Bakugou as a fiancé? Heaven. Bakugou as a husband? Euphoric

Bakugou as a dad?.......he sure is something

Don’t get me wrong, Bakugou would be the ultimate dad

Baby crying in the middle of the night? Sleep love, daddy’s got it. Baby needs a bottle? He can warm it up with his hands. Baby’s feeling bored? Look at these mini fireworks in his hands!! Katsuki’s got it all

But that’s a baby Bakugou

Bakugou with a teenager

oOf

Katsuki’s teen will be either one of two things

His best friend

Or his mortal enemy (whom he still loves endlessly)

His 16 year old daughter, Katsumi, was both

And yes they loved each other very much, but they also got into battles on who could cook dinner better, who Y/N loved more, hell, when y’all came back from a restaurant THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO MADE IT TO THE FRONT DOOR FIRST

But this battle? Y/N might just let them Kill each other...just this once

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“WHO THE FUCK IS THI-“

*SMACK* (thx Y/N)

“Daddy, this is Izuru! Izuru this is my lovely mother and that’s my shitty dad that I love so dearly!”

Katsumi definitely inherited her guts from the Bakugou’s

“Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs. Bakugou!”

Ah man, here we go

Silence. Pure, awkward, scary, silence. And of course Y/N’s nervous twitching HOPING that her dear husband doesn’t murder the green haired boy. As the young couple stand infront of the doorway smiling, the older couple is staring at them, one in nervousness, and the other in shock. (I’m talking Denki going 4 million volts shocked)

“Well.....Welcome Izuru! I knew you’d be coming over soon but I didn’t expect it tonight. It’s lovely to meet you,” Y/N ever so kindly said once she let out a sigh.

Her husband almost got whiplash from how fast he turned to look at her. “Knew?!? You knew about this kid?? And didn’t bother to tell me?!??”

“Well if I told you, you woulda stopped this meeting from happening ya jerk!” Y/N visciously explained.

“YA DAMN RIGHT CUZ-“ silenced with another smack from his wife. Y/N sure learned a lot from Mitsuki. “Please come in you two, I’ll start dinner.”

As the young couple sat in the living room speaking, the older one was in the kitchen preparing food. Well one of them was, the other was too busy burning a whole into the poor boy’s body with just his eyes.

*SMACK*

“Ow.” Continues to stare

“Suki stop that, you’re gonna scare the poor boy.” Y/N said.

“GOOD. I DONT WANT SOMEONE LIKE HIM CONTAMINATING THE BAKUGOU LINE!” The blonde dramatically yelled.

“Contaminating? Love, we don’t even know if they’ve had sex. I doubt he’s “contaminating” anything any time soon.” You said with attitude.

Bakugou just stared at you know with the same look.

“Hmph!” And turned to look back at the kids.

“HEY!” Bakugou screamed.

“Heyyyyy~” Katsumi replied.

“No not “Heyyyy~,” Katsuki began and replied with a girly impersonation of his daughter as he walk towards the couple. “I mean, HEY, as in have you had sex with this kid?” He sternly asked.

“KATSUKI OH MY GOD,” Y/N screamed as she dropped something in shock.

“.......Yeah, so what?” His daughter replied.

Y/N wasn’t even mad. She already knew. She could tell. Mother’s instinct I guess.

Katsuki was fuming.

“NOPE! NO! THIS RELATIONSHIP WONT GO ON! YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE HAVING SEX!” The older blonde screamed while looking at the now blushing green haired teen and his rebellious daughter. And Y/N was just giving him this...look.

‘What a fucking hypocrite’ you thought to yourself.

“How old were you when you fucked mom?”

(ITS QUIET AINT NO BACKTALK)

Pure and utter silence.

Katsuki started stepping back from the couple while facing them and nodding his head. “.....use condoms,” and walked back to his deceased wife.

As dinner is placed on the table and everyone takes their seats, Katsuki can’t help but stare at this boy. Why does he seem so familiar?

Everyone just ate and talked. Grades, school, when did y’all meet, how long has it been? The usual. But Katsuki remained silent while thinking. And then..it clicked!

Katsuki slammed his hands on the table and stood up from his seat looking at the boy across from him. “What’s your last name?!”

Izuru was nervous because he was well aware of who Katsumi’s father was and how her father’s relationship with his own father was kinda iffy.

“M-Midoriya sir.” He nervously stated.

Katsuki saw red.

“DEKU?!??????!!!!!” He screamed

“Oh come on Katsuki! Like that wasn’t obvious!” You said rolling your eyes.

“There is NO WAY IN HELL I’m gonna let the Bakugou line be contaminated with Deku’s genes! Our family line only brings in the best of the best!” Katsuki proudly and loudly stated.

“So what am I?” Y/N asked.

“The best of the best! You were and are the perfect one for me Y/N! You know this, I know this, everyone knows this. And look at what we created-“ he was interrupted by his wife.

“A mini you?”

“A MINI ME! And who wouldn’t want that?!”

“Dad.” Katsumi said.

Now that caught Katsuki off guard. For the past 16 years, Katsumi has always been a daddy’s girl. She never called him “dad,” ew. She said “Daddy,” or “Shitty dad.” As Katsuki turned to his daughter he could see the look in her eyes.

“.......you really wanna be with this kid?” He asked.

“I really do.” Katsumi said while grabbing onto Izuru’s hand.

“...Ok then. You can be with him.” Katsuki calmly said.

Katsumi excitingly got up and ran towards her dad’s seat giving him a hug.

“Thanks daddy,” she said while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Dinner continued on as normal as it could. Katsuki was just gonna have to learn how to let go.

Later

As the married couple got ready to sleep, Katsuki was hanging outside their balcony.

“What was up with you Blasty? I haven’t seen that kinda Katsuki since UA.” You jokingly said as you went to stand beside him.

“You’re not scared?” Katsuki asked.

“Of?”

“Katsumi. She’s growing up. She has a boyfriend now. That girl is having sex! She’s not daddy’s little girl anymore.” He sadly said.

“That’s what this is about? Katsumi growing up? Suki, this was always gonna happen. She’s in her prime teenage years. She’s 16! A lots gonna start happening.” You began.

“I know that but-“

“But nothing Katsuki. You can be scared of her growing up, I am too, but we can’t be so scared that we try and stop her. You just have to know that Katsumi will always come back to us no matter how old she is. And she will always, always be a daddy’s girl. Her entire world revolves around you Katsuki, but we gotta let her go at some point. We have to let her grow. That’s how the best of the best are made after all, right? It’s what we look for in a Bakugou.” You finished.

Katsuki couldnt do anything but smile. You were right. He knew you were. And he was willing to let his little cub grow.

“......You’ve gotta stop interrupting me when I talk.” He laughed.

“And you’ve gotta stop saying the dumbest shit in the world.” You teased back.

He pulled you in for a quick peck and just held you there in his arms. He was so glad he had you to keep him grounded. You’re the best of the best after all. It only makes sense.

“Daddy?” Katsumi walked into her parents room, unnoticed.

As the two broke the hug to see their daughter, looking a little timid, Katsuki spoke.

“Katsumi, hey princess. What’s up with you.” Katsuki asked as he walked towards his daughter.

“You’re not...disappointed in me, right? You know, for who I chose to be with. I’m sorry if I chose Izuru but I-“ this time, it was Katsuki who interrupted.

“Hey hey, no of course not baby bear. I would never be disappointed in who your true feelings pulled you to. I don’t want you to apologize for anything when today I caused most of the trouble.” Katsuki said while wiping one of his daughter’s stray tears.

“You know I’m never gonna leave you guys. Right? I’m gonna grow up but I’ll always want to have a close relationship with you and mom. I love you guys, and I’m not going anywhere.” Katsumi said.

“We know Katsumi. And we love you too. And we’re far from disappointed in you. We are so proud of the young woman you’ve become today.” Y/N joined in.

Katsumi ran to her mother and gave her the tightest hug, and Katsuki couldn’t help but stare at his two girls. His world. His entire reason for living. All right there in his arms as he pulled them in for a bigger hug.

“Thanks you guys. Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I’ve got a date with Izuru tomorrow and I don’t wanna be late.” Katsumi began walking towards her parents door until Katsuki called her.

“Hey baby bear,”

“Yeah?”

“Izuru. He seems alright. He’ll be good for you.” Katsuki admitted.

“Yeah. He really is. He’s the best of the best after all. Reminds me of someone I know.” Katsumi said while leaving the room.

Yeah. Katsuki will be just fine.

A/N: Sheesh. This kinda sucked but I did this in my literature class sooo....it’s still credible work since I was writing, right? Yeah..?....No?...yeah ok. Anyways, HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT BEAR CUBS🧸💗

P.S. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!! And I PROMISE I’ll get better and produce more work. Feel free to leave requests!