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Aim for the Sky Part 5 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is thankful every day of the year, but over Thanksgiving weekend, you and the Nugget give him even more than he anticipated. When he takes you back to the scene of the crime for your first wedding anniversary, he shares more of his notebook with you.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, cum play, swearing, pregnancy

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"Why is it so crowded?" you whined, pushing a shopping cart behind Bradley as he wound his way through Costco on Monday.

"Because everyone is doing the same thing we're doing," he said as he grabbed whichever turkey he could get his hands on. "Shopping for Thanksgiving dinner."

You were exhausted and tired of getting jostled around. You were getting close to the end of your second trimester, and you felt like you could curl up in the shopping cart and fall asleep. Today was also the first day of your annoying new routine of visiting the ladies' locker room after work to change out of your maternity tent. At least you got to talk to Phoenix for a few minutes. She even made a fuss over your belly and called you cute. But there was no way you were leaving base in your new uniform.

When you looked down at yourself in your stretchy tank top, even you could tell that your sore boobs looked bigger. You caught Bradley eyeing them up so frequently, it was almost comical. When you called him out on it, he would grunt some sort of response while his cheeks turned pink. And every time you let him take your bra off and do as he pleased, he was a rock hard, needy mess almost instantly. But he was also gentle and tentative, almost bringing you to orgasm with his mouth on your breasts alone.

You moaned softly, and he turned to look at you with wide, brown eyes. "Excuse me?" he asked, eyebrows shooting up. "You okay back there?"

"Yeah," you whispered breathlessly. "You know how much I love my Costco Daddy." Now you were thinking about the time you earned a spanking during one of your shopping trips, and you didn't know how you were going to make it home when your husband looked so fucking good in his uniform.

"What did you call me?" he asked playfully, his hands coming up to his narrow waist as you slumped against the cart and whined.

"Costco Daddy." This time you said it loud enough that a few people turned to see what you were talking about, but you didn't care. 

"I guess we should hurry up then," Bradley remarked casually, but that was pretty impossible to do when the store was as crowded as it was. You watched Bradley fight his way through the produce area so he could grab carrots and sweet potatoes, wearing a little smirk on his face the whole time. You tried to push him with the cart when he was taking too much time picking out a can of cranberry sauce, and he just chuckled but didn't budge at all.

"Roo," you whined softly.

"This is the last thing we need to get," he said, and then he made things even worse by standing behind you with his hands on your belly while you waited in line to pay.

His lips were soft on your ear and the side of your jaw as you gripped the shopping cart. His body was pressed against yours as he asked, "Is she moving around right now, Sweetheart?"

He'd been on a quest to feel the baby doing her somersaults, but he came up empty handed every time. "I think she's sleeping," you told him as his big palms moved around slowly. "You'll feel her soon. She loves it when you're around."

Bradley let his chin rest on your shoulder, and you were treated to his deep, needy sigh. You had no doubt where he was looking as the line started to move up and his thumbs grazed the undersides of your breasts. "As soon as we get home, your shirt is coming off."

"You're obsessed, Roo."

Even when it was your turn to pay, Bradley kept his eyes on you as he loaded up the cart again. The two of you walked to the far side of the parking lot where he insisted on leaving the new Bronco so it didn't get dinged up. Then he got you buckled in while he unloaded everything into the back, but you surprised him by climbing right onto his lap as soon as he was in the driver's seat.

He let his hands settle on your hips with a big smile on his face as you straddled his right thigh. "I don't know what you're planning on doing here, Baby Girl, but it's not quite dark out yet. Not that I mind. I know how much you like it in public."

But you started rubbing yourself against his leg, and he got quiet, his smile remaining intact. You tried your best to keep some space between his upper body and yours while you rubbed your pussy against your husband with two pairs of uniform pants between you. The friction was delicious, and Bradley leaned back in the seat with his hands still on your hips as you whispered, "I couldn't wait until we get home."

He helped guide you along as the rolling motion as you rode him brought you closer to where you needed to be. "I can wait until we get home," he rasped. "But when we do, I want you on your knees with those tits covered in my cum."

"Bradley!" you whined as his hands eased up your sides, grazing your breasts, goading you on faster.

"Take your time," he whispered, and you could feel how hard he was getting. But you didn't even need more time when he looked and smelled so damn good. Your hands settled on his insignia pins and name tag as you ground down harder and moaned his name.

He let you collapse against his body as you came, whining about how horny you were all the time right now until your orgasm started fading away. Then his hand slid down and squeezed your butt and he whispered, "Let's get home. Now."

Bradley helped you buckle in again, and then he took your hand in his as he started quickly driving home. When he needed both hands, he set yours down right on his hard length. You were still in a daze as you stroked him, working him up and making him throb. He grunted your first name which brought you back down enough to unzip his pants as he turned down the block toward the craftsman.

"You still want me on my knees?" you asked a little breathlessly as you got your hand around him, and Bradley's deep chuckle in response gave you goosebumps.

"There is only ever going to be one answer to that question, my love."

You were practically drooling at his words as he parked in the driveway and carefully withdrew your hand from inside the fly of his pants. Then he hopped out of the Bronco with his pants unzipped and his shirt an untucked mess before helping you carefully down onto the driveway. He gave you one of the sweetest kisses of your life which surprised you before he laced his fingers with yours and led you up the walkway at a leisurely pace. 

Once the front door was unlocked, he leaned in, kissed you one more time, his hard cock brushing your pregnant belly through his pants. "Yes, Baby Girl," he rasped. "I still want you on your knees."

You couldn't help but smile as you held his hand a little tighter, and he helped you get into position to give him exactly what he wanted. After he shut the door, you yanked your shirt and bra off and listened to him groan so loudly, Tramp briefly ran into the living room and back out again. After you got Bradley's pants and boxer briefs down around his boots, he lasted about thirty seconds between your lips before he was panting and stuttering.

"B-Baby Girl. Sweetheart." You let him jerk himself off, coating your chest in cum, just like he'd done in the garage last week. Just like he'd done in the shower two days ago. Then you let him play with it, making an even bigger mess before he helped you get cleaned up.

You had the distinct feeling that if you wanted anything in the whole world right now, all you'd need to do is ask him for it while topless, and it would be yours.

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"I'm trying my best," Bradley growled. The turkey he randomly grabbed at Costco on Monday while you were a horny mess was huge, and it didn't really fit in your fancy baking dish thing.

"How am I supposed to stuff it?" you asked him, pouting in your sports bra, underwear, and I Love Meat apron. He was about an inch from telling you he didn't even care about the turkey and wanted to stuff you instead, but he knew you'd make a face at him since company was coming over. Not that he thought Jake Seresin counted as company. Now if your parents were here today, sure, he'd be on his best behavior. But Jake? Nope.

He shoved the turked into the baking dish and said, "That's as good as it's gonna get. Stuff it, and I'll lift it into the oven for you." 

He kissed your cheek and retreated to the bedroom where he wanted to go over his list one more time, just to make sure he knew what he had to do before Saturday. As he pulled the sheet of paper from his nightstand drawer, he sat on the edge of the bed. He had to find a way to sneak a cake into the house tomorrow and hide it from you. That was going to be challenging. There was also the matter of hiding all of the flowers if he decided to pick them up ahead of time.

"Shit," he muttered, remembering he needed to get the non-alcoholic champagne down from the torn apart attic sometime tomorrow. Maybe you wouldn't notice him messing around up there if he did it later when you were in the shower.

"Bradley!" you called out, your voice echoing down the short hallway. "Come here!"

He was on his feet instantly, heart pounding as he let the paper fall to the floor while he raced for you. "What happened?" he called out, panicking even more when he saw you doubled over as he reached the kitchen. "What happened?" He had his hands wrapped around your biceps, heart climbing up into his throat. You finally looked up at him as you gasped and started to untie your apron.

"She's moving so much right now," you told him, and it took him a second to realize you were smiling as the apron hit the floor. "Maybe you'll be able to feel her."

"Oh," he gasped, relief flooding his system even as he sank to his knees in front of you. When he placed his big hands on your belly and looked up at your perfect face, you slid his hands further to your right side. Bradley leaned in and kissed your wedding rings as you guided him along, and that's when he felt her.

"Holy shit!"

"Yeah?" you asked, voice laced with giddy excitement. "You felt the kick?"

"Yes," he whispered in amazement. Then she did it again, and he scooted himself a little closer, pressing his lips to the spot next to your belly button. "Hey, little Nugget." He was met with another thump that left him smiling. "I love you."

You laughed as you ran your fingers through his hair and let him rest his cheek against your soft, warm skin. "She's doing somersaults now," you told him, and he could feel something like a soft squirm against his hand. "She gets really excited when she hears you."

"Is that true?" he asked softly. "I get excited when I even think about you." He stayed there for a very long time, letting you adjust his hand placement over and over so he could feel her, and he never wanted to let go. He thought about taking you to bed so he could lay next to your belly, but he was afraid his daughter might get too cozy and settle in for a nap.

Bradley was running his nose along in a little pattern where the baby was kicking when you eventually removed your fingers from his hair and said, "I need to start peeling the potatoes."

"I can do that," Bradley replied, and he felt another hard thump. "You're right, Sweetheart. I swear she knows it's me," he whispered, looking up at you again.

"She absolutely does, Roo."

After that, he had his hands all over you. When you left the kitchen to finally get dressed, he went along, too. When you went back to the kitchen to check on the turkey, he stood behind you with one hand wrapped around you. If you found it annoying, you didn't say a word about it, thankfully. When Jake, Cat and Jeremiah arrived, Bradley had his arm slung over your shoulders as you walked to the front door.

"Is she moving around right now?" he asked softly.

You smiled up at him. "I think she's snoozing. I'll let you know when she's back at it again." Then you pulled the door open, and his peaceful little bubble felt like it had been burst as Jake walked in carrying several pies and some coleslaw.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Angel," the blonde said before kissing your cheek. Bradley rolled his eyes as Jake headed for the kitchen with a little grin on his face. A split second later, Cat came in, and then Bradley had his arms full of Jeremiah.

"He might need his diaper changed," Cat told him before she followed you to the kitchen as well. "Now let me finish cooking everything while you rest," she told you with a smile, and Bradley was happy someone who knew what they were doing was here to help you now. And he supposed that the next best thing after feeling his own baby kick was getting to hang out with Jeremiah. 

Jake was digging around in the refrigerator, and he pulled out two beers before nodding at Bradley. "Let's go see how the playset is looking, old man," he said, opening one of the cans and handing it to Bradley.

The playset was almost done, and Bradley would have probably worked on it a little bit more today, but he got so distracted following you around everywhere. "You know, I'm not that much older than you," he told Jake as he carted Jeremiah over to look at the slide.

But Jake didn't seem to be in a teasing mood any longer as he looked at Cat's son in Bradley's arms. "You know... you never really told me how you did it."

"Did what?" Bradley asked, watching two little hands reach out toward the can of beer before he touched the rope ladder instead.

"How you got Angel to marry you. The more I think about it, the less sense it makes."

Bradley glanced back through the sliding glass door where you were sitting at the kitchen island while Cat started to boil the potatoes he'd peeled for you earlier. "You know, if you're going to be an asshole, you can just go home. I'll drive Cat and Jer back to Hondo's later."

"Shhh," Jake told him. "You can't say bad words in front of him. He's learning how to talk now."

"Sorry," Bradley whispered to the little boy who was all smiles. Then Jake's words really started to sink in as he studied Jeremiah's dark eyes and sipped his beer. "You want them to be your family."

Jake was pacing around the patio, rubbing his temple with his fingers. "Of course I do. But she won't go for it. Every time I bring it up, she has some sort of excuse. Last night, after I told her how much I love her, she tried to tell me that I'll grow tired of them and want my freedom."

"Damn," Bradley muttered. 

"What did I tell you about the bad words?" Jake snapped. 

"Sorry." Bradley watched him pace while he thought about how he proposed to you in a dirty storage unit surrounded by cardboard boxes and ugly antique furniture. "I don't know how I got her to marry me, Jake. All I know is as soon as I was holding the engagement ring, I needed it to be on her finger. Like suddenly there was no time to waste."

Bradley knew Jake would be a good dad. He obviously loved Jeremiah. But their conversation was cut short as you poked your head outside and said, "Roo? Will you come help me set the table?"

"I'm coming, Baby Girl."

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Thanksgiving dinner turned out fantastic with some help from Cat. You saw how comfortable the other woman looked in the kitchen, so you just sat down and let her work. And while everything was delicious, nobody batted an eyelash when you made yourself some carrot sticks to dip into hot sauce. And then you covered your turkey in hot sauce. And you dipped your stuffing in hot sauce.

You were helping Bradley clean up before dessert when you said, "Oh! She's kicking again!"

He basically tossed everything into the sink and came running for you with wide eyes. "Where is she?" he asked softly, and you placed his hands for him. A second later, after you kissed the few silver hairs at his temple, he turned his head to smile at you while he said, "There she is."

"I want to feel the baby," Jake said, as he carried more dishes into the kitchen. The way Bradley pulled you in a little closer to him was almost comical; it wasn't like Jake of all people was going to hurt you.

"Just one little kick," Bradley insisted, and you reached out for Jake's hand. But as soon as he was touching you, the baby stopped her round of somersaults.

"I don't feel anything," Jake drawled, moving his hand slightly.

You shrugged and said, "She really seems to like Bradley's voice the most."

You watched your husband absolutely strut back into the dining room with a pie in each hand after that. And he was still grinning as he ate three slices. Even after your company left for the night with containers of leftovers, he looked smug. As soon as he got you snuggled up in bed, he propped his head on his elbow next to your belly and whispered, "You like Daddy's voice the most, huh?"

She seemed to respond by squirming a little bit, and you had to roll your eyes. "Of course she does. So do I."

He smiled up at you before kissing your belly and pulling your shirt down. "I'm going to try to finish the Nugget playset tomorrow, and then Saturday is my favorite day of the year."

"Our anniversary," you whispered with a yawn.

"The first of hopefully a hundred."

You were sound asleep before you could respond. Most of Friday was spent feeding Bradley little snacks while he worked in the yard and shopping online for nursery decor.

"Oh, this looks really cute," you said with a smile as you held up your phone. He came running over to see what you found, only to be annoyed by the U.S. Army themed baby bedding. "It was a joke!" you insisted before switching tabs to the one you actually liked. "This one is not a joke."

Bradley's face lit up as he looked at the pastel airplanes and soft blue and white clouds. "That's perfect," he whispered. "Just what our little girl needs."

"It's kind of expensive."

He just shook his head as he continued to look at your phone screen. "The Nugget wants it."

You were afraid that was going to become his new mantra. The baby had a full nursery worth of items purchased by the end of the day. But Saturday was a different story. When you woke up late and stretched, you realized you were in your bed alone. On your anniversary. Upon further inspection, you realized Bradley wasn't even home at all.

"What the fuck," you muttered to yourself as you stood in the kitchen. Your intention had been to make him stuffed French toast and coffee. You were even going to arrange some fruit in the shape of a heart on the plate, but now that he wasn't here, your idea just felt stupid. You got the fruit out anyway and dipped it in hot sauce for yourself instead, and after polishing off almost an entire carton of raspberries, you heard Tramp run for the front door.

Bradley rushed in wearing snug jeans and one of his tropical print shirts. His aviators were perched low on his nose, and he was holding a bouquet of yellow roses with a smile on his face. You were still wearing his ratty, old shirt, and you didn't even wash your face yet, but he took you gently in his arms and kissed you like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever seen.

"Happy anniversary, Baby Girl," he muttered against your lips. His body was warm from the sun, and he smelled fresh and delicious, and you melted into his arms. 

"Where were you? I was going to make you breakfast. Well, lunch I guess at this point."

Bradley cupped your cheek gently in his hand and said, "I had to get a few things ready for this afternoon."

"Right," you said, perking up a bit. "You said we're going back to the scene of the crime."

"We sure are," he confirmed, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "And I just want everything to be perfect for my girls."

You moaned softly. It was actually impossible to be annoyed with him when he was so sincere with pink tinted cheeks and flowers in his hand. "I'll make you some French toast," you whispered, and of course you ended up arranging the fruit into a heart. And of course you sat on his lap while he devoured two servings of the meal you made for him. 

"When are we going to the crime scene?" you asked as you brushed his hair back from his forehead.

He rubbed your belly and checked the time. "We can leave pretty soon. Go for a drive maybe? Then I'll surprise you with how romantic I am."

You kissed his nose and said, "I'm not even sure exactly what the scene of the crime is. That could be a lot of different places actually. Maybe the parking garage at the airport?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. "Or my old apartment?"

Bradley shook his head. "I don't think I could get Maria and Bob to stop fucking long enough for us to stop by there." You burst into laughter as he added, "But you'll find out shortly."

You let him keep his secrets as you finally got yourself ready to go out. You managed to squeeze into one of your sundresses, but you paired it with a zip up sweatshirt just in case it got chilly later on. When Bradley helped you into the blue Bronco and buckled you in, you asked, "Why does it smell so good in here?" The backseat and tailgate areas were covered with sheets and blankets so you couldn't even see anything, but it smelled sweet and flowery. 

"Don't worry about that yet," he rasped with a satisfied little smile on his face. "Just let me show my wife how much I love her." 

When he started the engine, he had already queued up the enormously long playlist of songs that reminded him of you, and you got to listen to him singing softly as he drove up the coast a little ways while the sun dipped lower in the sky. It was the perfect November day with a few clouds and warm air, and you held his hand while he started to head south again just as your stomach growled between songs. 

"You're hungry," he remarked, and you started hoping he had something planned involving food. "I made dinner, and we'll be there soon."

"You made dinner?" you asked, panic lacing your voice. "What did you make? Is everything okay?"

Bradley started laughing as he turned left. "Okay, made is a strong word. It didn't involve actually cooking anything, I'm sorry to say. But I wanted it to be edible for you."

You sighed and eased back in your seat, and that's when you realized where you were and what he had planned. "Roo," you whispered as the parking lot came into view. There were some orange cones lined up at both entrances, and when he pulled up and hopped out to move them, you read the permit attached to one of them.

SPECIAL PRIVATE EVENT

CITY OF SAN DIEGO

NOVEMBER 28

Then he hopped back in, pulled into the narrow parking lot that overlooked the cliffs beach, and he backed into a parking spot. He looked at you as he shifted into park and said, "The scene of the crime, Baby Girl. You stole my fucking heart."

You loved him so much, it was hard to put into words. "I wonder how many times I've kissed you since then," you whispered as you crawled toward him. "Since the first one, right here in this parking spot."

"Millions, probably. Could use a few more though." He was grinning as he patted his lap, and you were there in an instant. "Happy anniversary."

His words were muffled by your lips, and even with your growing belly, you seemed to fit perfectly against him. Bradley's big hand ran up your thigh and underneath your little dress, fingers stroking your skin with reverence as he parted your lips with his and tasted your tongue.

"I love you, Bradley."

The loud growl of your stomach left him laughing even as his hand made its way up to the lace trim of your underwear. He patted you on the butt and popped his door open. "Let me feed you and the Nugget dinner."

You eased yourself down onto the pavement, and Bradley followed you. When he opened the back door and pulled the blanket off the seat, you found a picnic basket, a cooler and a bakery box. When he dropped the tailgate and helped you climb in so you were overlooking the ocean, he pulled a sheet away to reveal probably hundreds of colorful roses, but most of them were yellow.

Tears filled your eyes as he ran around and unpacked dinner which consisted of carrot sticks, hot sauce, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. "I made your sandwich to your exact preference," he promised, also procuring a bottle of non-alcoholic pink champagne from the cooler. "And this is even safe for the Nugget."

You tried not to cry as you sat amongst the sweet smelling flowers with your sandwich in your hand and music playing softly. Bradley hopped in as well, and you felt the Bronco dip slightly as he settled in next to you with his own sandwich. He kissed your cheek just as the sun hit the horizon. You turned so your lips met his briefly before you said, "I'm obsessed with you."

"I'm obsessed with both of you."

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The sun had set, and you were laying with your head in Bradley's lap, skimming the Nugget notebook which he'd brought along for a very specific reason. You read some of his musings out loud, often laughing at what he had written in there. He let his fingers drift along your belly while My Girl played from the front seat speakers, and he hummed along, occasionally pausing to feel his daughter kick.

Eventually his hand was under the fabric of your dress again, skimming along your embroidered Mrs. Bradshaw underwear, making you gasp softly before continuing up to your belly. You and he were alone in this parking lot where you got married, which was already pretty secluded on a regular day, but the permit ensured he could touch his wife like this to his heart's content.

The soft purple sky was pretty, but it had nothing on you as you looked up at him with wide eyes. "You wrote down some baby names," you sighed softly.

"I did." This was the reason he brought the notebook along. This was something he wanted to talk about when there were no other distractions except for him and you. "What do you think of them?" he asked, heart beating a little faster as he thought about his unborn child.

You read each of the girls' names softly out loud, and of course he still liked all of them, but when you got to his favorite, you read it and paused. "Rose." Bradley nodded, and you smiled, reaching to run your fingers along the plethora of soft petals that filled the back of the Bronco. "I think you like that one the most."

Bradley swallowed hard, holding his hand in place with his palm covering your belly button. "Rose Bradshaw. Yeah, that's my favorite one."

"I like it, too," you whispered, biting your lip with your eyes closed as you set the notebook aside.

"Yeah? You do?" he asked hopefully. "Because it makes me think about how we listened to the song together. Roses. Before you fell in love with me."

You started to sit up, and he helped you. "I remember. You played it for me on the piano," you told him with a smile. "That was the night at the Hard Deck when I scared the other girls away from you, because I was so jealous. I wanted you all to myself."

Bradley's heart felt lighter than air as he collected you in his arms. "I was already falling in love with you," he promised. "You just took a little more coaxing."

As your lips ghosted over his, you whispered, "Rose. Rosie. Yeah. I love it."

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Okay, so that's a throwback. I love little Easter eggs and throwbacks! The Nugget has a name! Thanks for reading! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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For context:

A few days ago, @meagancandraw (Night-Waker) and I did a lil' "what-if" scenario in a private server of what would happen if Moon punched Sun after a hallucination-driven breakdown and then ran off and was visited by someone who gave him the clarity he needed.

The following is what transpired:

NIGHT: He's starting to hallucinate, goes to hit one, and it ends up being Sun.

Sun: Moon-! Moon: DON'T TOUCH ME! (THWACK)

And that's when he snaps out of it-

ME: The sound echoes, bouncing off the walls and ringing in Moon's audio receptors. There's a frightening sting that spreads across the back of his hand. The swirling black and red of his vision vanishes practically in an instant as he stares mortified at Sun, who cups his cheek with an equally mortified look. What did he…? No…no no no what had he done-- ?: M-Moon…?!

NIGHT: Moon can only look at Sun, at the hand holding his cheek. It looks dented, and there's specks of dark blue visible between his fingers. Moon slowly looks down at his own hand, and sees where small streaks of paint have been violently scrapped off, exposing the grey underneath. He feels sick. Moon: I- ?: Sun! Lunar runs into the room (Oh God how long had he been standing there how much had he seen), asking Sun if he's okay. The sound is muffled to Moon, however, as he continues to stare at his hand. There's more talking - or is it yelling? - but he can't tell from who. All he hears is static. Horror blooms in his chest and spreads through his circuits

ME: Earth suddenly rushes in as well, looking between the two. She asks what happened but doesn't get an answer from either, so she asks Lunar, who fills her in. Her eyes widen and she looks to Moon- God that look…The way she looked at him--horrified, scared, angry--he couldn't bear it.

Before anyone can think to stop him, he turns and activates a random portal, and flees into it.

-

NIGHT: Moon [begins] spiraling and thinking his whole family must hate him. They should. Not only did he fail to protect Solar, now he's hurt Sun in front of them. He's a horrible brother. They don't deserve as terrible as him. Is hurting his family all he's good for?

ME: (imagine while in Beta 10 he starts hallucinating.)

"What, gonna start drowning in your own pity party again?"

He sees hallucinations of his family, one by one. Starting with Earth. Then Lunar. Then even Eclipse. Then Sun.

Then Old Moon.

All of them berating and sharp, pushing the dagger in deeper. "You promised you would be better." "Why weren't you honest with how you felt?" "You're a monster." "You're pathetic."

"You did the one thing I told you not to do." In the midst of the anguish as the people he loves drive home every wound, he hears a voice he doesn't expect and looks-

to see Solar.

Still a hallucination, but…he is different. He's not shouting at Moon for his failures, he's not calling him horrible things.

NIGHT: "Solar" asking Moon what he's doing here instead of being with his family Moon (crying): I don't deserve to be with them

ME: Solar: What makes you think that?

NIGHT: Moon: Because all I'm good for is hurting them! I hit Sun! I let you die! I can't protect anyone! I'm just as bad as the old me! ME: Solar: Moon. If that's all you ever see in yourself, then that is all you will ever be.

NIGHT: Moon: It's all I am! The old me killed himself because he thought that I would be better, but he was wrong! ME: Solar: Was he? NIGHT: Moon: Yes! Name one good thing I've done that didn't end up backfiring or making things worse for everyone!

ME: Solar: hm. Well…from what I heard about the guy, he didn't have a shred of empathy. So you got him beat on that front. NIGHT: Moon: Yeah… a lot of good that's done for me

ME: Solar: Yeah it has. 'Cept I don't think you actually see what good it's done. NIGHT: Moon: Like what? ME: Solar: well your brother, for one. Would you say you've grown closer since you re-awoke? NIGHT: Moon: I… guess? But I still hit him, and I promised myself that this version of me would never do that

ME: Solar: and you think he's upset with you?

NIGHT: Moon: Of course he is! Why wouldn't he be?!

ME: Solar: well, you kinda just ran before you could see what he'd say.

NIGHT: Moon: … Moon: That's because I'm a coward

ME: Solar: hm…didn't they say he was a coward, too?

NIGHT: Moon: Who?

ME: Solar: the old you. He ran from his problems too, didn't he?

NIGHT: Moon: That's part of why he made me. He had a lot of problems and regrets he couldn't face… If you're here to tell me that I'm doing the same thing right now, trust me, I'm well aware. I guess it's just another thing I have in common with the old me

ME: Solar: I don't think I'm here to tell you what you've already heard.

NIGHT: Moon: Then what are you here for?

ME: Solar: well? You don't want to be like him, right? And if he ran from his problems, what do you think you should do?

NIGHT: Moon: Yeah, I know… I just… (Sighs) I dunno… what if what happened is just the start? What if Sun and the others are wrong about me, and I just keep getting worse?

ME: Solar: everyone has highs and lows, Moon. And the lows can really suck sometimes. That's just how life is. But that's what family is for, yeah? To help pick you back up when you're down?

NIGHT: Moon: …You're right. Heh, even when you're dead you're right … (Tears up) God, I miss you

ME: Solar: (smiles) failing and making mistakes doesn't make you a bad person, Moon. It's how you respond that determines how things go.

NIGHT: Moon: I should probably get out of here, huh?

ME: Solar: they're probably out lookin' for ya right now

NIGHT: Moon: Yeah. I should- Sun: (From the entrance) Moon…? Are you here? Moon: Sun? (Looks over at Solar to see that he's vanished)

ME: Sun: (approaches, finds him staring at the mirror) …figured you'd come here

NIGHT: Moon: Actually, I set the portal to random … …Are you okay?

ME: Sun: (thinks for a moment). Not happy about being punched again, but…I'm fine. And…m-more worried about you, honestly.

NIGHT: Moon: I'm… better than I was earlier… Sun, I am so so sorry for hitting you. I don't think there are any words that can begin to tell you how sorry I am

ME: Sun: I know you're sorry. I do. But…Moon, this-- (sighs) This can't keep happening.

NIGHT: Moon: I know...

ME: Sun: Do you?

NIGHT: Moon: … Moon: The old me gave up his life so I could be the better version of him. I already told you what he told me: To protect our family no matter what. That's been my entire purpose since the moment I woke up, but lately it feels like no matter what I do, it's not enough. That I'm not enough. I keep thinking that if I was smarter like him, then Solar would still be alive, or if I did start killing anyone who was a threat - sure, it wouldn't be right, but you'd all at least be safe

…I'm terrified of becoming like the old Moon, Sun. That's the last thing I want, but KC's already dead, and if I can't keep our family safe, then that officially means the old Moon died for nothing! I know that's not an excuse, but I- I can't lose anyone else, Sun!

ME: Sun: we don't want to lose YOU, Moon! Why should protecting our family be only your responsibility?! Family protects each other, it's not supposed to be one person's burden! … The old Moon, he…I get he did what he did to keep me and everyone safe, but…it still hurt people. It still hurt me.

NIGHT: Moon: I know, and I'm sorry. … You're the most important person in my life, Sun. I love Lunar and Earth, but you're the one who keeps me going. It's your light and your strength that inspires me, and I want to protect that at all costs. I want to make sure nothing ever happens to you or the others, even if it means taking on that burden all by myself. I know it's not fair to you, or Lunar and Earth, but I… I don't think I know how to do it any other way. …But I'd like to learn

ME: Sun: (listens in silence, then after a moment he sighs) Moon. I know you mean well. But—I am not a child. I am not some delicate thing that needs protecting. I can handle myself. Earth can handle herself, we know that. Lunar…more or less. (sighs) But the fact is, our lives are not perfect. Things will happen whether we want them to or not. That’s just how life is. And if you’re so busy going around trying to protect US…then who is going to protect you?

NIGHT: Moon: (Ponders the question in silence) I've… never really considered that, to be honest. I didn't care what happened to me as long as you guys were okay. I can… see why that's a problem, now that I say it out loud… (Sighs) I really screwed up…

ME: Sun: yeah. You did. (he steps and engulfs Moon into a tight hug) but who hasn’t screwed up? I’ve made mistakes. Lunar, too. I’m sure even Earth has. But at the end of the day…we’re still a family, aren’t we? (he squeezes him) You’re a real idiot sometimes, Moon. But you’re still my brother, and you always will be.

NIGHT: Moon: (He hugs him back with his first genuine smile in a long time) Heh, thanks, Sun. I love you, brother

Unbeknownst to any of them, "Solar" is watching them as they leave the bunker. He smiles at the group before fading away…

--The end--

[sanicsmut]

Gojo Satoru x Confident!Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : she/her reader, fatphobia, mention of food but it’s not related to reader’s weight, use of the word ‘fat’ but positively. I don’t know if it could be considered slight angst if reader isn’t affected by the fatphobia.

Words: 733

Robin’s comment: We need more fics with a fat reader who doesn't feel bad about being fat and doesn't doubt being hot even when confronted with fatphobia. It’s pretty short. I don’t have the attention span to write a long and coherent thing, so I hope it’ll be enough. Keep in mind that I don’t actually write that much, and that english isn’t my first language and I don't have a beta reader. If the use of the word 'fat', even in a positive way, is triggering for you i'd advise you to not read this.

Like every day, you decided to visit your boyfriend during his break. He wasn’t on a mission, thankfully, which meant you could steal more time with him. You walked through the streets of Tokyo, your black skirt fluttering in the wind as you walked. You thanked your past self for thinking about wearing shorts, you didn’t want all of Tokyo to see your backside, this was a privilege for your boyfriend after all. Your handbag was filled with all kinds of sweets for him — how else would you thank him for being the best partner you’ve ever had ?

You were passing a café near Jujutsu High when you heard people laughing. You didn’t pay attention to it, initially, but when you heard the words ‘whale’ and other very funny — sarcasm — comparisons. It was true, you were fat. Yes, fat, not chubby or plus sized. No, fat, and not in the ‘norm fitting’ way that would make you an acceptable type of fat in the eyes of skinny people and the beauty norms, no you were… just you. Fat. You always said it wasn’t a bad word, people said skinny with no negative connotation after all, so why not fat ? And you weren’t ashamed of it, you loved your body, you loved how your clothes looked on you, you loved your fat and your rolls and even your stretch marks and everything that came with being bigger than average. Really. But that pride didn’t stop stupid and ignorant people from commenting on your physical appearance as if it was the funniest shit ever.

You turned your gaze to a table in front of the café and, surely, a group of people was sitting there. Boys and girls alike were laughing, some looking not very subtly in your direction. You walked towards them and they all fell silent.

“A whale, huh?” You said. You almost wanted to laugh at their dumbfounded expressions.

“We… uh… We weren’t talking about you.” One of the boy managed to say awkwardly. He kept looking everywhere but you.

“Oh but you were. What did you say?” You asked, looking at the girl sitting right next to him. “What was it? There’s gonna be an earthquake if I keep walking?”

She shrunk in her seat. You could be very intimidating when you wanted to.

“That’s funny.” You commented, not looking amused in the slightest. “Now let me tell you. All of you. You’re lucky I’m not ashamed of being fat. As a matter of fact, I’d say I’m pretty hot. So your comments don’t do shit to me. However, there are people out there who aren’t as confident as I am. Do you have any idea of the impact these kinds of comments can have on someone? Do you think people can choose to be fat ot not? Do you think we don’t know we’re fat? Do you think saying this will change our life and create a miracle maybe? It’s our life, our bodies, right? If you’re disgusted by fat people, you’re the problem. Go see a fucking therapist and work on your inner insecurities, because this is pathetic.”

Silence.

“It’s easy to talk when you think we can’t hear you, but you fall silent when I’m confronting you?”

You scoffed.

“That’s what I thought. Anyway. Next time you see someone who doesn’t fit your beauty standards, maybe keep if for yourself because nobody cares. And try not to insult them, I doubt you’d appreciate if I commented on your very obvious physical flaws.”

They all looked pretty uncomfortable, you simply threw them another condescending glance before walking away. What a group of stupid idiots.

“Now that was pretty hot.”

You could recognize that voice anywhere.

“Satoru!” You exclaimed, beaming.

You turned around and, surely, he was here in all his glory.

“You were a bit late so I went outside to wait for you.” He grinned, taking you in his arms. “I’m glad to see my beautiful girlfriend is still as fiery as ever.”

You practically melted in his embrace, pressing a kiss on his lips.

“I couldn’t let them think they could get away with this.”

“And you did a good job, sweetheart, I’m proud of you. I'd say no one can mess with my girlfriend, but at this point you don't even need me to defend you.”

You smiled, leaning away just enough to take the sweets out of your bag.

“Here, for being the best boyfriend ever.”

“Are you trying to make me fall in love even more?” He said lightheartedly. “Thanks, wanna share them?”

“Gladly.”

[stinmybubs]

"Do It For Us." Pt.4

AN: I LIED SHE IS IN UA CUZ SHIKETSU IS TOO STRICT AND SHE NEEDS CREATIVE FREEDOM.

Summery: quirkless and weak, two words treat have defined this girl for too long. She can be useful to her friends, she can finally carve out a way into the hero life. From the sidelines. But…Izuku has a quirk? When? How? He’s a liar….

M. Izuku x AFAB! Reader x B. Katsuki

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

Being an inventor had opened your eyes, so many possibilities with creating things you realize heros will need. Some quirks can’t be regulated without support items which means you would be a vital part of history!

And some quirks weren’t hard to replicate. In a way you could research quirks and make your own. You had so many plans and ideas to share, especially after taking your first step in your classroom.

You felt your heart racing, transferring a month into school was stressful, everyone already knew each other and probably had clicks.

The support course, you were able to branch off after your main classes into the little indoor laboratories or whatever they’re called to create. Of course of of them were taken, two people in one garage.

Of course you were lucky enough to have one more spot so you didn’t have to walk across the entire school to get to an empty one. The teacher had told you that your partner will be a girl since of your record.

You nervously approach the lab, a box of blueprints and tools in your hands and you push the door open to see a girl with a big smile on her face laughing maniacally while creating her creations.

“My babies will be perfect! After I showcase these babies they’ll have to recruit me and buy my precious babies!” The pink haired girl cheered holding one of her ‘babies’ in the air.

You simply sneak into the room, making your way to the long desk across the room. Surprisingly it was empty, you thought since she was alone she’d take up the whole space.

“Hiya!” You felt a hand suddenly on your shoulder making you scream. “Oh my god!” You drop your box on the desk turning around to see the pink haired girl who had grime all over her face smiling at you.

“I was told a female transfer student will need space! So I kicked the guy who was in here outta here!! Of course I wanna work with a girl! We can create precious babies together! By the way the names Mei Hatsume! Wanna see some of my babies!? Oo what’s in here!” The girl was spouting so much you couldn’t even comprehend anything she was saying, everything was happening so fast.

It kind of reminded you of Izuku.

“Oh! That’s just my blueprints…I wanna see if I can replicate complicated quirks maybe even see if you can like I dunno…change some? An example would be if Mount lady could control her size! It would be super useful especially when navigating a large city with cramped roads. Mount lady would-“ you cut yourself off as you saw the girl listening intently, you face flushing realizing you were rambling like Izuku normally would.

“That’s a brilliant idea! Me and you are gonna get along just fine! You’re also just in time for the sports festival! It’s literally in 2 days!” She cheered helping you set up your side of the room.

Mei was a doll, you loved her bright energy and her ability to create was grand! You two spent the day going over blue prints and possible tools you could bring to the sports festival.

This is where you heard that class 1-A was the most popular class right now, the hero course. That’s where you could assume where Bakugou and Izuku was, well either 1-A or 1-B.

“Yeah that Bakugou guy is a real snob!” You flinch at the name, currently you were fetching some history books with a fellow classmate to stock up in your home room class.

“Yeah should’ve known class 1-A would be to egotistical. Only a select few get into the hero course.”

Class 1-A huh? You thought, spacing out at the thought of visiting Bakugou. He’s only a few halls away, you could totally just pop in. But we’re you ready?

“Ah!” You didn’t know what was happening, one minute you were walking with a stacks of books the next you were falling. Turns out a whole group of students starting bombarding the halls.

“What the hell!?” You look around, picking yourself up noticing the group of students making their way down the halls. “They late for class or?”

“Nah, they’re checkin out class 1-A, not only did they survive a real villian attack but in the sports festival they can switch you into the hero class if they see you fit for it. Meaning some kids, gonna get moved out.” Your class mate stated, helping you pick up your books that you had dropped.

“It’s not like I wanna get in so…-“ your class mate continued talking while you stared down the hall. Thoughts racing through your mind. You hadn’t seen Bakugou in months.

I wonder how he’s doing…

I’m just not ready.

The days before the sports festival past quickly, you told mei that you didn’t think you could participate in the sports festival due to your anxiety. She understood right away and told you she will represent your babies at the festival in your steed.

Mei was such a sweet girl, she always knew exactly what to say to you and how to make you feel better. You felt so lucky.

You watched from the area your class was assigned, you were basically the only one there as all the classes walked into the large stadium. You heart raced, you immediately could see the two you longed to see the most.

They haven’t changed. You smile watching as the classes line up to listen to the hero Midnight announce the rules and who’s going to sing the pledge.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” The skimpy suited hero yelled, unexpected. You thought that Katsuki would be the last person to represent a class, due to his very aggressive behavior. You simply watched as he walked up into the podium, hands stuck in his pockets.

“I just wanted to say. That I’m gonna win.”

Oh my god…

Your jaw drops and you cover your mouth, trying to hold your laughter in. God damn it Katsu! Honestly you should’ve known he’d do something like this, his bold confidence was something I’m you used to admire. Come to think of it you were doing fine seeing him.

MaybeI am ready…

But you just didn’t want to risk it, ruining your own life after another episode, you don’t think you would ever recover from another episode. Especially after finding your calling.

As the games went on, you watched the first event intently, seeing Bakugou fighting for first place gave you a rush of your own. You couldn’t help but be internally rooting for him.

Until you saw Izuku flying past the the two boys fighting for first place. Your eyes widen, like in slow motion you saw the boy you admired all your life. Izu..

You stood up in your chair, now you had no clue who to root for! Woah! Izu is so smart…he used the bombs to propel himself in front of the rest of them. He always was the smart one, you know instead of a hero he couldn’t taken the support course. With that brain he could make fine equipment for hero’s.

Your smile fades, how did he get into the hero course..? Only the best of the best, with quirks can get in…

Before your mind begins to race, you quickly calm yourself down, settling back in your seat to continue watching the race play out.

As the games went on, the Calvary battle gave you a good laugh watching Bakugou fly around and angrily yell at his teammates.

You smile as both your childhood friends made it to the finals, Bakugou was fighting a cute girl! And Izuku was fighting a todoroki. Well the only fights you were interested in paying any attention to, you kind of spaced out for the rest of the fights until theirs came.

Well of course you had a very good laugh when Mei toyed with that glasses guy!

Finally it was Bakugou’s fight, of course you were voting for him. Watching as he basically bullied the girl, her quirk…they said it was gravity right. Yknow if I had it I would. Then you realized what she was doing, looking up to see the broken pieces of the stage floating above the stadium.

I fucking love her. You thought excitedly, you kind of hoped this would work, the girl was tirelessly charging herself at your blonde haired friend. Hearing the crowd booing Bakugou broke your heart, not only for Bakugou but the fact that they’re totally underestimating this girl!

One of the announcers lectured the heros booing him, as the rocks came falling down, it was an amazing sight. Woah! The hero course is so…amazing. But with one blast Bakugou countered her attack basically ending the fight there after the girl collapsed due to exhaustion.

You felt a hand land on your shoulder startling you as you realize it was just Mei. “Did you see our babies Y/n! They did so good! Don’t worry if any agencies ask about them I’ll let them know you helped me too! And of course some of them are your design.” She cheered giving you the biggest hug as you watch Izuku step out onto the stage.

You tuned out the world during this fight, there was no way he was going to win. Especially without a quirk. Your memory remembered the time where he told you that he had a chance to get in. Does that mean…? No…so was he not quirkless? Did he find out he had one?

So he wasn’t like you?

As the fight when on, he managed to counter every attack which made your heart sink. Confirming your thoughts as you watch his bones break with each powerful use of his quirk.

He had a quirk? When? Since when did he get a quirk?

You didn’t know how or when. All you knew is that he wasn’t like you anymore, he wasn’t quirkless. A weakling it be pushed around all your life, a defenseless bug to be squashed underneath everyone’s feet.

Or was he just lying…did he lie about not having a quirk? Laughing behind your back all these years as he pretended to be your friend? Your alley? Your only hope? Your mind raced with thoughts you didn’t even know you had streams of tears rushing from your eyes down your face, Mei calling out your name.

Since you weren’t budging, staring at the fight as she Mei quickly rushed you out into a waiting room. “Is everything okay Y/n!?? What happened?” You snap back to reality, just breaking down in tears.

You felt like a fool. You felt so betrayed, your heart felt so broken in that very moment. You couldn’t be here anymore, you couldn’t.

“Did you hear?”

“Yeah some girl from the support course was in tears over this fight.”

“Heard it was a quirkless transfer.”

“I wonder what that was about.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the bumbling rumors going around the students, watching as Izuku and todoroki fought.

“Her name I think was.. Y/n L/n?” He immediately perked up, turning to the class that was sitting above them to try to listen closer. She must’ve saw Deku usin that stupid quirk. What a fuckin idiot. Katsuki clenched his fist, getting out of his seat to fines you.

He needed to see you.

At least one more time.

AN: maybe this will be a long term series I keep cutting off the romance 😭 IM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS Xoxo Stinmybubs

[lady-ashfade]

Eloise Bridgerton x reader! In which Eloise and the reader are friends and Eloise romantically likes the reader but is afraid to confess because she thinks she will be rejected (the reader likes her too, and sorry about the bad english, i'm using the translator 🥺)

Quite Telling

Eloise Bridgerton x Fem!reader

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 487

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: fluff and bit angst, pinning, short blurb.

-`｡ﾟ˘: ﾟ⋆ ––✷☽ ᱬ ☽✷––⋆ ﾟ: ˘ ﾟ｡.`-

Book’s often portray love as butterflies in your stomach, flattering body that gets weak when you see someone, and a high feeling. Eloise hated the books about love because she didn’t care for it, thinking it was all a lie.

And now she wished she read more.

How was she supposed to get over her feelings of being near you, or seeing your smile or hearing your laugh. The pain she felt from holding herself back from the urge to kissing you was horrible. All she could ever think about was you and she was becoming crazy.

“Dear, are you alright?” Violet asked her daughter who was lost in her thoughts, standing still at the window as rain poured down on the ground. Eloise snapped out of it and grabbed the book that was now in her lap back up and gave a reassuring smile.

“No need to worry, it’s just a beautiful day.” A mother knows much about her children and violet knew her daughter well. Eloise was often to push away when she was going through things. But she could push her to talk about it, so she just smiled and nodded her head.

Just as the sun rises and breakfast was done, the routine of visiting you for morning walks was the thing that woke her up. Her head went fussy when you grabbed ahold of her arm and her heart spiked like crazy.

“There isn’t much my mama has been telling me lately. Each gentleman walking up to door is all the same and non have half the wits they think themselves to have.” rolling your eyes annoyingly, Eloise laughs at your remark.

“Thank the heavens I have no callers, the one thing whistledown gave me was keeping them away.” you glance at her, there was still spite in her voice.

“It’s their lose anyway, you’re a Bridgerton. Pretty and smart sounds like a amazing catch.” you giggle. her cheeks flush red and look away at the compliment you gave her.

Pretty? You think she’s pretty and smart.

“Might I ask you something?” Her mouth speaks on its own before she could stop herself. you humming in agreement and focus on the ground as you walk. ears ready to hear.

could you ever love her? the lump in her throat tighten as her stomach dropped. all she wanted to do was confess or give you a hint. why was it so hard? she shouldn’t be afraid of it. but looking at you and the way the sun cased it’s golden light on you, the beautiful smile on your lips. she couldn’t find the courage.

“Purple?” the excuse didn’t work out as she wanted. you turn your head in confusion to what she meant.

she was a fool. “Purple or Blue? A dress for me tonight.”

“Purple, I like that color on you.”

then she shall wear it for the rest of her days.

𐀔 please don’t repost my fics on other websites. This is my writing. And I don’t own the characters just y/n.

[bots-and-cons]

Ok ok, remaking order

I asked for a headcanon about the prime time reacting to the reader (preferably a woman), who is between 18 and 20 years old and works in a bar, as a bartender, and who sometimes needs to deal with some drunks causing problems (some slightly aggressive)

I forgot there is a character limit for headcanons and that's why I didn't specify which

I would like Optimus and Ratchet.. and if possible, a small exception, Ultra Magnus 🥺

Well that's it, I just didn't specify which characters, sorry about that, thanks for listening, have a nice day/night ❤️

A/N: I didn’t do Magnus since it’s a two character limit per HC request, but I hope this is otherwise okay

~Ratchet~

•There were bars on Cybertron too of course, such as Maccadam’s Old Oil house, so he does know what bartenders do

•He picked you up one night after your shift, and you got to talking about how it had gone

•There are quite a few regulars that visit the bar very often, and they make sure no random people bother you

•Of course there are sometimes people who like to pick a fight when they’re drunk, but you’re quite good at talking them down

•Ratchet is a bit worried about your safety, because at least on Cybertron the bars were pretty freaking rowdy and chaotic

•It can sometimes be like that for you too, but it’s pretty rare for there to be any customers that are aggressive towards you, they mostly just fight amongst themselves, if they even do

•Because of your profession, you’re a very good listener and people love opening up to you and just talking your ear off

•Ratchet notices himself doing this sometimes too, you’re just very easy to talk to

•Your job isn’t exactly glamorous, but you enjoy it

•You’re often confiscating car keys from your customers, because they’re too drunk to drive so you have to put them in a cab

•Ratchet is well aware that you have to make a living, and he’s not going to tell you what work you can or can’t do, but it doesn’t stop him from worrying about you

•He sometimes comes to the bar in his holoform, just to keep you company, but that’s a rare treat since his time is very limited

•Ratchet doesn’t drink much if at all, and he doesn’t want to distract you from actual customers, so he just sits at the end of the bar and nurses a glass of whiskey or something

•He’s just there to keep an eye on things and to make sure you’re fine

~Optimus Prime~

•Optimus thinks your profession is quite interesting, especially the people side of it

•He isn’t the most talkative sort, but once he drinks some high grade, he does get a bit more talkative

•He can only imagine how many odd things you might hear from all those drunken people you serve on a daily basis

•Some people just need to vent their troubles, even if they don’t really get drunk, they just need someone to talk to

•Of course you get hit on a lot too, being an attractive, young lady, but that kind of comes with the territory

•You get harassed every now and then, which you tell Optimus about, but there’s not really anything he can do about it, he just listens if you need to vent

•Optimus comes to visit you at the bar every now and then, and he sometimes calls you when he knows you have a break, just to ask how you’re doing

•When Optimus does end up at the bar, he does have a couple of drinks but the whole holoform thing has lifted his tolerance to high heavens so he doesn’t really get drunk at all 

•But it does still make him more talkative, and he ends up sounding like an army veteran at the bar, because of all the battles he’s talking about and stuff like that

•You have to sometimes stop him from talking because he starts sounding a bit unhinged to people who aren’t privy to who he really is

[brucewaynehater101]

In the Tim Emperor of Space au, being the ruler of multiple planets, possibly having multiple names he's referred to across planets since they have their own traditions and ideas of what a proper title might be, not to mention that at least a few of the planets came under Tim's hold while he was Robin while others while he was Red Robin, and I don't see Tim as being the sort of person who'd tell entire planets his actual, legal name,

getting off track

Anyway, in this AU, something to make note of, YJ is, for good reason, very co dependent, they had to be since in most cases they had next to no support in their day to day lives and several were in actively abusive situations and they only had fellow teens to help them

So, YJ knows and has always known that their birdie is an emperor, it makes him happy to help people so they support his hobby. Had this been a thing then rather than suggesting Tim get help and accept Bruce's death, Cassie would have instead suggested that Tim go on a royal tour/visit across his planets in the hopes that the time and distance would give him some perspective and the active adoration from his planets would probably also help in her opinion. He didn't but after the Brucrquest is done, Cassie might suggest he go on the royal tour anyway because he needs a break.

Anyway, Bart, Kon, and Cassie, sometimes just one, sometimes all, or in any combination, are considered royal consorts on Tim's various planets, depending on societal norms and attitudes on each planet. On at least one or more of the planets, each of the core four has inspired at least one cult that is quickly becoming a recognized religion across the galaxy. On the planets where any or all of them are the royal consort, their job is mostly to wear pretty things, fend off suitors who want to take advantage of their birdie, participate in charity events, and do their part in whatever convoluted scheme Tim has come up with to help out another planet that wants to be under Tim's aegis. They find it's very much like going as Tim's arm candy to a civilian event but they get to punch more people.

I love the idea of them maintaining various roles for Tim dependent on the culture of the planet. Sometimes, they are his advisors, or consorts, or generals, body guards, religious leaders (for the cult they accidentally started), vague family members, etc. The YJ definitely has fun in the different roles (even retired ones occasionally help out [it's like a vacation but in space]).

Tim has a very helpful spreadsheet (that links to more documents for further information) that explains who takes up what role on each planet. Despite that, they do occasionally mess up. Sometimes, planets even chat with each other. It gets a bit chaotic when that happens

[inosukijiro]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! ᝰ 𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

ᯓ☆ 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : no bc i am making this man a pathetic simp for you idc. im writing these with myself in mind so yk, i have to pour out my feelings. and also i need to get all this giyuu writing off my chest, its actually a problem the fixation i have on this man but no fics tickle my brain just right so i have to write them myself

btw thank you so much for all the love and support on my last two posts. literally you all are so incredibly sweet !! ♡♡ i just graduated college so i might have a bit more time to write but no promises!

! 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ¡ : none. giyuu might be a little ooc. and most, if not all of my readers will be referenced from the modern era because i really enjoy that concept. i rewrote this a few times so pls be nice 🤧

Giyuu actually doesn’t know how this occurred. No, actually that was a lie. He knew how this happened, but didn’t at the same time. And honestly speaking, the man does not care at all. You were so nice and sweet to Giyuu it made his head spin. Like it makes him ill in the best way imaginable. He doesn’t understand why you want to be around him so much, why you want to be his friend – not that he minds – but he just can’t get past his own indiscretions about himself. That was until you told him to his face.

You tell him that you thought he was cute – I'm sorry? – and you liked how calm he was – really? His brain can’t compute anything that you say. He doesn’t know if you need any medical assistance or he’s just dreaming. But it makes you laugh. The cute, dumb look on his face as he stands there, gaping at you like a fish.

It wasn’t like it was new information. You did enjoy his company the most. He was very quiet and by no means were you either, but you have this habit of matching the energy of people you were with. So, it was almost relaxing and refreshing spending time with Giyuu. Though Giyuu is silent most of the time, he does in fact talk. At first it's about a mission he was on recently, if and most likely when he gets more comfortable with you, he’s talking a little more in depth about random things that are on his brain. It's endearing really. Or sometimes he’s just talking about things that he thinks you might like to know, random facts, and so on.

But sometimes you do the talking and he likes that too. You could talk for hours and he could listen to every word you have to say. He would soak it up like a sponge as you focus your eyes on the crochet hooks weaving in front of you. Your voice is quiet and nice, soft and warm sounding.

This typically happens when you visit his estate. And you visit his estate a lot. Maybe Giyuu was a little disappointed that you weren’t staying with him, but he knows that he shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds. He’s lucky enough to see you this much, as much as he's lucky to see you at all. He can’t be too mad though. Mitsuri has jumped you the first moment she got when the Master had brought up your living arrangements. You had nowhere to go. And honestly, Giyuu may have been a little relieved that Mitsuri of all people had gotten to you first.

He really wouldn’t have minded if it had been Rengoku or Gyomei. For obvious reasons, Rengoku would be happy to have him stopped by and probably Gyomei too, because it seems like they don’t have a bone to pick with him. Honestly speaking, he wouldn’t have minded Muichiro either, though the boy would have probably forgotten your existence within the day. But any of the others, the thought made his skin crawl for plenty of reasons. Maybe it was because it would have become a hassle, or he would be harassed every time he went to visit you. Yes, it does seem on par with him that might just avoid you so you don’t get verbally assaulted like he does if you were to associate with him. But he was a lonely, pathetic man who was enamored with you at first glance the minute you showed up out of nowhere and he couldn’t help but thank the heavens that the stars had aligned so nicely for him – even if he felt he didn’t deserve it.

His only issue with the arrangement was Obanai. The man had almost butchered him on numerous occasions just for showing up to the Love estate. Even if he wasn’t there for Mitsuri, the Serpent Hashira didn’t seem to care. Maybe it was funny the first few times – it actually wasn’t – but you really couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore. Obanai was wearing you thin with his commentary. Everytime Giyuu was around, it was like the others just couldn’t help themselves by making a comment insulting the man. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to disrespect a Hashira, especially if four of them were in the room with you, but Giyuu was here to see you, and it was almost like insulting Giyuu was an insult to you for wanting to spend time with him.

Mitsuri was okay with Giyuu coming to visit you, she actually encouraged it. So watching Mitsuri stand behind you while you gave Iguro a piece of your mind was something Giyuu didn’t know he needed to see until then. And maybe he did allow himself to feel a little selfish and smile mentally. He still remembers how Iguro had this look of disdain on his face, simultaneously looking like a scolded child and embarrassed because this was happening in front of Mitsuri.

Giyuu wondered if you caught the look that Obanai and Kaburamaru were giving you – if looks could kill and all that – but that was stupid. You most certainly did and just didn’t care enough. And Giyuu also wonders just what kind of sorcery you have, because he did hear you mention Sanemi by name at some point and now he's not bothering him as much, especially when you are around.

It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, not like he had ever done anything about it in the past. He never really had the heart to correct anyone in their assumptions of him, he never really thought he had to. Though, that mainly was because he thought he deserved such mistreatment. Regardless, it didn’t matter how he felt about it and himself. If you enjoyed his company that much to defend him, he was going to provide as much of it as you wanted. But there was something about it that made his heart swell a little bit bigger and flooded him with enough warmth that you could have mistaken it as him having a fever.

Now here the two of you were, sitting outside the Water Estate. You both had taken your places by the koi pond Giyuu has. It's so calm and cool. The soft moving of water could be heard every time the wind blew just enough, as well as the sharp sound of water splashing because some fish got too close to the surface.

Giyuu isn’t losing himself as he stares at the pond, watching the fish move around. He finds himself mesmerized though, as you talk. It’s nice, as usual. He likes how you talk and the way you talk. He could listen to you for hours and never get tired of hearing you. And he knows that if he glances at you now, even briefly, he wouldn’t be able to look away. You just look so… wonderful. It makes him dizzy. But he has such a weak will to do so, and now he's staring at you. Eyes soft and relaxed. He has never felt so content.

Giyuu doesn’t know if he realizes what kind of situation he is in. Or maybe he does. Maybe he’s finally realizing just how much of an effect you have on him. He likes you. He likes you beyond anything in the world. He loves you and everything about you.

You don't notice him staring. You’re too busy weaving the crochet hook in and out of your craft. You make it look so effortless. So enjoyable. And you seem so happy crocheting away as you speak. The way you talk and do it at the same time, you're so smart. You have to be. And Giyuu can’t help but hope you don’t look up. You’re as mesmerized with your work as he is with you. He would die though, if you caught him. The thought makes him sweat almost, being so close to you like this. His hands are clammy, and he's never been this nervous.

Yeah, he definitely has it bad for you. And for the first time in a while, even despite his nerves, he found the corners of his lips curling upwards, in a soft and timid smile. He averts his eyes, almost to gather his bearings, but that isn't enough. The subtle flush creeping onto his cheeks betrayed him. But he couldn’t be more delighted.

thank you for reading !! ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Cloudy With a Chance of Murder.

Part I: leaving the crime scene.

Part II: the phone call.

Part III: a visit to the morgue.

Part IV: the lunch break.

Part V: lunch part II.

Part VI: the perfect cover.

Part VII: the storage closet.

They passed the elevators and scurried down the small corridor that led to an old storage closet. He opened the door, pulled her inside and closed the door behind them, plunging them into darkness.

"I didn't fully think this through," he commented.

Beckett couldn't help but smile and - for just a brief moment - she was thankful for his blunder and the fact that they stood in the dark: she didn't want him thinking he was off the hook that easy.

"Hope you're not claustrophobic," she snarked.

"Kate-" His hands found her hips and she sucked in air, not having expected the touch. "I was put on the spot and, in a moment of panic, I thought I had found a perfect cover," he explained.

The sincerity of his voice crumbled her defenses in an instant and she reached out for him, curled her fingers around the material of his shirt.

"It was never my intention to upset you," he assured her.

"I know."

He inched closer, towering over her so the bold outline of his body was all she could see, all she could feel. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek. 

"I know," she whispered back. 

Castle pressed his forehead to hers and they stood for a moment in stillness and in silence, just basking in this private moment. In the freedom of this touch, the freedom she had missed so  much more than she had expected she would. 

"I missed you last night," she confessed. "My fault, I know." 

But Castle shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "Not your fault. I'll call and cancel."

His hand moved from her cheek to comb through her hair, then fell back to her waist. 

"Don't." She sighed. "You're right; it's a good cover."

"I said perfect cover," he corrected. Sensing her frown, he continued, "but good works, too." 

Again, she smiled. And again, she was grateful for the cover of darkness so he wouldn't think he was off the hook. 

"Just promise me one thing," she bargained. "Don't be too charming."

"That's like asking the sun not to shine-"

"Humble," she muttered sarcastically.

"But, for you, I'll try." 

"Okay, well, maybe just one more thing?"

"Anything," he promised.

She covered his hand with hers, guided it down her hip and around to rest on her ass.

Then she slowly leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Just keep in mind what will be waiting for you when you get home." 

The growl that came from Castle was guttural, primal. It sparked something within her, something that told her to throw caution to the wind (not that she was being particularly cautious to begin with) and, so, she did exactly that.

She reached up, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled herself up onto her tiptoes. He met her in the middle and their mouths clashed in a heated, impassioned kissed. In the dark, her hands found the buttons of his shirt and made quick work of undoing them. She flattened her palms to his abs and smoothed them over his chest, savouring the warmth of his skin under her touch.

Two small steps was all it took to have her back pressed against one of the shelves that lined the walls and she grunted on impact. But Castle didn't stop, couldn't stop. His hand slipped under the material of her shirt, roamed freely until he reached the rough lace of her bra. He cupped his hand over her breast and she arched into him. Her head dropped back against the shelf behind her and sighed as he ghosted his thumb over her sensitized skin. 

Castle dropped a kiss to her throat, to her jaw, to the ticklish spot just below her ear and then whispered to her, "I love you, Kate. You're all I will ever need-" A kiss to her jaw. "or want." A kiss to her chin. "Ever." A kiss to her lips. 

As their tongues danced, her mind screamed for her to stop. She had very strict rules against this kind of thing: at work, she was a professional. Nothing about this was even remotely close to those standards but she couldn't bring herself to care. She regretted that she let some irrational insecurity keep them apart last night; the first time since she showed up at his door, drenched and desperate to fight for one last chance. She regretted that she had been so angry at him and that her anger had momentarily clouded her mind of what she knew to be true: Castle wanted her. Only her. And right now, despite her own rules, she wanted him too: more than ever before. 

"Yeah, I'll get it!"

They heard the faint, muffled sound of a voice from the other side of the door and they both froze in fear. Time seemed to move impossibly slow and yet entirely too fast as they heard the doorknob rattle and twist. Light began to leak through the crack of the door as it creaked open just an inch and Beckett pushed Castle off of her: not that the extra ten inches of space between them would make any difference at all. There was no time to button Castle's shirt, no explanation for the state of Beckett's mussed hair or the very telling swell of their lips. 

No, there was no getting out of this one. They were busted. 

"Hold on!" They heard another voice, and the door stopped moving. 

Castle stepped forward, pressed his body against Beckett's again in hopes to not be seen through the small gap in the only slightly ajar door.

"Pretty sure they dumped it with Robbery," the second voice said. "Check the storage on third."

Today, luck was on their side. The door closed and they were left in darkness once more. 

They both exhaled a heavy, held-for-too-long breath and Castle let out a relieved chuckle. 

"It's not funny," Beckett scolded as she combed her fingers through her hair. 

Rick fumbled with his buttons. "I know, I know. I'm so sorry." 

But after a second, she laughed too. Simply because the overwhelming relief that flooded through her needed an outlet. 

As soon as he was satisfied with his blind attempt at buttoning his shirt, Castle placed his hands on Beckett's hips and rested his forehead against hers. Together, they took a deep breath. 

"Shit," she said as she exhaled. "That was too close."

"We gotta stop," Castle agreed. 

"No more. Not here, not anywhere that isn't either the loft or my apartment. We can't afford to get caught."

"Agreed."

And it was the first logical decision they'd made thus far.

Just when they thought they were safe, the door opened again.

They both turned; their horror so evident on their faces.

LT shook his head, looked at them like a disapproving father. 

"You two have got to get your shit together," he warned them. Then he pointed to something behind Beckett's head. "Can you pass me that box? Garcia is looking for it." 

In that moment, they both realised that the second voice they could hear had been LT.

He saved their asses. 

He knew. 

Castle grabbed the box from behind Beckett and passed it to LT.

"Thank you," Beckett whispered, still a little too shocked to really process what was happening. 

LT smiled. "You should go before someone wanders past and starts asking questions."

[naamahdarling]

Food? Food? Food? Food?

Yes, Sid. Food.

He slept in the closet all morning and it appears to have helped. He came out for dinner and is acting more himself, which is good to see.

Last night was scary for him. He had a seizure and fell off the cat tree, then had to visit the vet. No harm done, but he was shaken up for sure.

We both have experience with pets who have seizures, and this wasn't a bad seizure. But when I did a once-over to make sure nothing was broken, he wasn't leaking from anywhere, and could still stand, I noticed he was dehydrated. Ha also had a bad, bad bout of throwing up the night before from his IBD, and I was afraid it had put him too far behind to catch up. This was also his first seizure that we have seen, out of nowhere, so we felt like the best thing to do would be to go have his bloods run immediately and get some sub-q fluids.

There was an unfortunate issue with the Care Credit cards which had both expired, even though the accounts are active, in good standing, and with plenty of credit, so we had to just do it out of pocket at the last minute. Otherwise we wouldn't have needed that help.

Thank you.

I don't post about him much but that's because he is SO shy and reclusive (he was my bf's cat and it took him five YEARS to come sit in my lap) and he is very averse to being photographed or filmed.

He is a VERY sweet, fussy, hilarious little man who poops standing propped up on his back legs like a little man. On one foot if he can manage it. He has goblin hands and likes to pet your hair with them, open drawers and boxes, and slam cabinet doors. He's gay and has anxiety, which is honestly the vibe of all time.

Thank you all for helping cover this little scare. We love our very weird little fellow.

[woncon]

➳ mint choco

➶ felix x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ when you taste the mint chocolate on Felix's mouth, it's too late. Your favorite candy and your favorite boy in the world are chasing you into an unknown, unique addiction. Or, you and Felix realise how much you love each other through minty kisses.

➴ genre: songfic, fluff (literally tooth-rotting), university au, estabilished relationship, second person POV, softballs in love

: ̗̀➛ warnings: toothache, dental intervention, panic, mild hurt/comfort

⌨ :: 4.3k words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ this story was inspired by Leanna Firestone's song, Strawberry Mentos. I have used the song to structure the story and have placed extracts from it at the beginning of each chapter. But I replaced the strawberry mentos with mint chocolate because I was in the midst of a mint chocolate craze when I created this story. On the other hand, I wanted to debut my own fictitious company, the Donut King, in English as well. (As you can see, they're not just in the donut business.)

⁀➷ special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this fic into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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1.

you started eating my favorite candy you buy a pack in every store you're in stocking up on strawberry mentos so when you kiss me it'll taste like them

The boy gave you a kiss of welcome, and you flashed a tired smile, returning the gesture to his nose and causing Felix's eyelashes to flutter as a reflex. You were about to ask how the previous afternoon's training had gone and whether he had had time to study, when you noticed the opened box from Donut King. You could see the little bags in the box, chocolate inside each of them.

"Felix is that... mint choco?"

Your boyfriend smiled at the sight and pushed the box in front of you.

"Want some?" He didn't need to ask twice. You nodded.

You took the soft paper between your fingers and bit into the top corner of the rectangular chocolate. As the pleasant choco-wrapping fell away, the bitter-sweet taste of mint spread in your mouth. You looked at him with grateful eyes.

"Why did you buy it?" You knew that Felix wasn't a fan of that flavor, and he didn't usually bring chocolate to the university.

"I was hungry, and the guys informed me that the vending machine was broken. I needed something in my stomach to stop my headache."

"I haven't told you yet, but it's my favorite kind of sweet."

"Really?" Felix looked surprised.

"Uhuh."

You started chewing on another bite. With the glossy mint dripping softly, a few pieces of chocolate fell into the paper, crumbling on top.

"Then I know what I'm gonna give you." Felix put his chin on the palm of his hand with an endearing smile.

"When?"

"Whenever you ask."

"Lix, you’re so sweet!" You laughed.

Sweet just like mint choco.

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ

"Actually, it's much better than I thought," said Felix, explaining his lunchtime visit to the Donut King, when he returned to you with two more boxes while you were eating your dessert in the cafeteria. "I thought it would be like chewing gum, which is lousy for sweets, but no. This is very good. I can see why it's your favorite."

"I'm glad you like it too." You almost chuckled at the sight of the largest pack of bags in his hand, but you were distracted by Felix's index finger brushing against your lips to wipe off a crumb of sponge cake. You lowered your head in mild embarrassment, concentrating on your fork as your companion sat down opposite you. He stacked his acquisitions carefully.

"If you want to, you can have some,” he suggested. “This is as much mine as it is yours."

"Thank you."

You thought the sight was perfect: your boyfriend was arranging your favorite delicacies and acting like a true angel: incredibly helpful and kind to you.

In that moment, while you had been watching him, you were rising up into the clouds of love.

And maybe those clouds were made of mint choco.

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ

On the way to Felix's flat and back home, you kept fiddling with your chubby keychain, thinking about something.

Felix watched you, your slightly furrowed eyebrows, the movement of your facial muscles under your skin. He had thought for a moment, then fished out the first box, which now only contained a single piece of chocolate – you both had eaten a lot – which he held out to you.

You paused, looked at the chocolate, then at him, and smiled, touched by the sweet action.

"Let's share," you said.

Felix nodded, broke the candy in half, and handed the larger half to you. You took a bite and sucked on it with satisfaction. Felix kept his eyes on you the whole time – almost tripping over a branch.

"You’re pretty when you eat chocolate. Well, you're pretty even when you eat chocolate." Felix scratched the back of his head. "You're always pretty, actually."

You stopped walking and leaned forward to your boyfriend's lips, then settled back on your heels after a small peck.

"You taste like mint," you whispered, impressed.

"What?" Felix blinked, puzzled. He hadn't heard you quite right.

You leaned forward again and clung to Felix's shoulder. You kissed him again, this time a little longer. Your legs trembled as your boyfriend guided his tongue into your mouth, concentrated with mint and dense with chocolate. Feeling your trembling, Felix wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you gently, giving you support so you wouldn't buckle.

You sank back to the ground, your mouth slightly open. You looked at him as if you had woken from a dream – a wonderful, pleasant one. Felix was smiling, and his freckles were smiling too. He took your hand, linked your fingers together, and you continued your way.

You could still taste the melted mint.

The taste of Felix.

2.

oh you're so sweet that my teeth are gonna fall out i'll get cavities in every single one taking weekly trips to my dentist but i know that it's worth it because when i tasted strawberry mentos, i knew you were the one

"____! We're going to be late." Jisung's tired voice was filled with concern as he stood from one foot to the other, trying to stay awake.

"I know." Your voice sounded sympathetic, but you still remained in line. "But it's our turn soon."

There were only two people before you: a cute couple. They held hands and smiled as they approached the counter. You reminded yourself that it was inevitable that you would have to bring Felix here again. The atmosphere of the Donut King was perfect for him and for the both of you – and when you'll be there, if you want more chocolate, there will be an opportunity.

"Why is that minty thing so important?" Jisung yawned a little, then continued rubbing his eyes. "That you're even risking being late?"

"I don't know." Your friend gave you a disapproving look. "Really. I have no idea."

And you were honest: you didn't understand why you bought a box every day, why you ate it so quickly, and why the taste made you happy. Maybe you have been a bit addicted lately, but the reason for that was not clear to you.

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ

Luckily, both of you made it into school, and you even had mint chocolate. You were proud of your sprint and of the way you bounded up the stairs. Even if you fell into the room sweating and panting a little, your fingers weren't shaking on the door handle.

And luckily, your fellow students or the instructor didn't mention your dizziness. Not even Felix; he just watched with a worried expression as you found your seat and waved softly. He waved back. During the break, however, he wanted to talk about it. You were packing up for the next class and putting your eraser left and right, because it kept getting in the way of your textbooks. Felix leaned on the desk, the sunlight streaming into his locks, freckles glistening, his eyes bathed in warm light. He was truly beautiful.

"Lix! Good morning!" You blushed.

"You're getting more and more late these days. Is there a reason for that? I'm worried about you, baby." He sighed, his mouth curved downwards.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, there's nothing wrong. I usually come later," you said, taking out the pink box with the chocolate bars resting in strawberry-shaded sachets "because of this. I buy mint choco every morning; otherwise, I get sad. Not only that, but I'm sorry to make you nervous about this— why are you smiling now?"

"Because I'm not annoyed by you. I'm just worried." He stroked your hair. You quivered a little with the sudden touch, but you looked at him with heart-eyes full of love. "You know, what? I come near the Donut King in the morning. I'll buy you some, okay? Then you can arrive on time,I'll be calm, and you'll have choco."

"Would you do that for me?"

"Yeah. Of course." He smiled.

"You're so incredible, Lix!" You jumped up and hugged your boyfriend. "Thank you," you told to his chest.

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ

You were measuring your boots when you left the dental office. Your teeth were starting to hurt, and the doctor told you that it would be better for you if you stopped eating too much chocolate because all your teeth were going to rot.

You, her patient, nodded, but you didn't think you could do it. Felix brought you one box every day as promised, and you were happy just to see it. And then there were the many sweet kisses, the edible mint kisses – if kisses were edible, you would surely eat them – that you exchanged with him whenever you wanted. It was like having a birthday every day, and you didn't want to give it up, but you admitted to yourself that you were overindulging and needed to curb your appetite just a little.

Just a little bit.

You decided with determined steps and inner contentment as you headed back to the university.

But it was not so simple.

"Are you sure you don't want some? I know you've just come from the dentist… but are you absolutely sure?" Felix smiled as he took out a small package, holding it out to you. You puffed out your cheeks, then took it with a big sigh to munch its contents.

"You're the reason I eat so much," you mumbled as you ate your source of serotonin.

The memory of the doctor's words is fading further from your mind.

Doc and choc: how funny how they rhyme and one forbids the other.

"In this case" Felix was sitting on the table with his feet on the wooden bench, but he bent down to give a little kiss to your slightly chocolatey lips, "I'm proud of myself."

"That my teeth will fall out prematurely and I'll end up as floating rubber?" You asked.

"No. Chocolate makes you happy, so if I give it to you, I make you happy in some way. And that makes me happy. The number of teeth you have or your weight won't change that."

"Felix~ you'll make my teeth fall out if you're so sweet! Plus, I get emotional when I eat chocolate."

Felix didn't reply; he just stroked your face, gently circling his fingers on your cheeks. He took the opportunity to steal a bite. You didn't mind.

Neither did the chocolate.

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ

Felix muttered. He studied the text of the book intently, a few tiny locks falling into his forehead, and you could see the chocolate in his mouth melting with the mint. You sit closer to him and kissed his freckles, your favorite stars, which you knew were also on Felix's chest.

You gently pushed him down, continuing to attack him with tiny kisses. The pen rolled away, the blank paper fell, but Felix smiled and hugged you, who were again engaged in this tender activity.

And when you leaned back, you smiled broadly. Your eyes gleamed with loving warmth.

"Don't worry. You can do it."

"You can do it too." You didn't know how Felix knew you had the same fear of the exam, but his words eased your anxiety. "One mint chocolate before class and you'll be unstoppable."

"But kiss me anyway, okay? Then I have guaranteed success."

Felix pressed your lips together.

"I can kiss you right now."

You didn't resist as wings of excitement spread throughout your insides, soft with anticipation and warm with longing. Was it mint intoxication? Or was it intoxicating mint? It didn't matter. What mattered was that you finally realized then why you were addicted to mint chocolate.

"Damn it." You bowed your head and shook it in disbelief. "You're really the reason why I eat so much mint chocolate."

"What do you mean?"

You sat up, then you made a sour expression as you worked on the wording of your reply.

"You know, more and more things remind me of you. Now, when I bite into my chocolate or smell mint, I think of your freckles, your smile and the taste of mint when we kiss. You make me eat a lot of mint choco because…” You furrow your brow in confusion. “You're my mint choco? Does that make sense?"

"It makes sense. I guess it does. Saying I'm your mint chocolate is the equivalent of saying you're beautiful when you eat chocolate. Put it all together, we love each other."

"But if you're my mint chocolate, it's okay if I eat you, right?" You grinned shyly as you snuggled into the crook of his neck, sighing contentedly as you made yourself comfortable, which distracted you from your studies, gave you a little rest.

"No, no problem. But I warn you, you said I'd rot your teeth."

"Don't worry, Lix," You rubbed your nose against his cheekbone, "it's worth it for you."

3.

i've been searching for someone like you my whole life so i pick up black licorice in every candy isle and even though i hate the taste of it i know that when i kiss you it'll make you smile

You, despite the fact that you couldn't exist without your mint choco, wanted to thank Felix for the situation. For being with you, for buying you a box of sweets every morning, for kissing you when he ate mint choco. That he was honest, kind, helpful and supportive.

That he was sweet as chocolate and his heart was soft as mint.

And you wanted to do it in a similar way to the way he'd been taking care of your sugar intake lately: waking up early and stopping by Candyland before going to class, buying lots of sweets you thought Felix would like, and one you were sure he would like. Black liquorice, his favorite.

"Is it my imagination or is your bag heavier than usual?" he asked as he took the bag full of school supplies from you when you met after classes.

"It really is."

"Did you put another book in?"

"You'll see." You smiled suggestively, then dragged him to a bench.

There you sat him down, grabbed your bag and took out the colored cardboard in which the goodies were placed.

"Happy weekend!" You handed it to the slightly disgruntled boy.

Felix untied the ribbon you had used to tie the bag's flaps and took out one of his gifts: four strawberry-shaped sponge cakes, drizzled with white chocolate and covered with praline.

“Thanks, baby.”

"Open the rest!"

He smiled, and you couldn't have been happier.

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ

After all the chocolate you had shared, you found it very difficult to force yourselves to eat lunch and leave without rolling away. Eventually, unable to go home straight away, you ended up leaning against a tree trunk in the park near the uni, eating the leftovers.

Felix, predictably, left the best for last: the licorice. He also offered it to you, who broke off a small piece and wondered how Felix could eat so much of the chunky stuff at once. After all, it really wasn't sweet or candy. You concluded by thinking that the favorite treats are different. Everyone prefers their favorite – hence favorite – differently. Like you do with mint choco.

Speaking of mint chocolate, you didn't eat or buy any that day. You didn't go to the Donut King, and for once Felix didn't bring any, as he lost track of time, and thought he was late from his first class.

So, if you would kiss Felix, there would be no minty effect. That didn't deter you. Relying on the grass, you leaned over to your cloud-gazing boyfriend and kissed him on the lips as he was chewing a bite.

Felix blinked a few times, then grinned.

"You taste like licorice," he said, and then smoothed your face, and pulled you back.

"If by that you mean I'm your licorice, then this is my best Friday ever," you mumbled in the middle of a kiss that tasted like licorice.

The boy giggled and his sweetness surpassed all the chocolates you had tasted that day.

Even the black licorice.

Even the mint choco.

Especially that.

4.

oh you're so sweet that my teeth are gonna fall out i'll get cavities in every single one taking weekly trips to my dentist but i know that it's worth it because when i tasted strawberry mentos, i knew you were the one i knew you were one

You laughed about something, then you tapped your face and your brow furrowed.

"Your teeth?"

"No." You shrugged.

"Maybe you could really eat less chocolate."

"Says the one who said he was proud of putting so much chocolate in my body," you muttered, reaching defiantly for the box lying next to the books..

Felix noticed your target, stopped the movement with his own hand, and then pressed a kiss on yours. This gesture and the soft touch of his lips melted you.

"I mean no harm. I'm not saying don't eat chocolate ever, but this is serious. We have to take care of your teeth. So one box a week and one choco package a day."

"Four choco package a day?"

"Two."

"Three a day,” you offered.

"Okay, three a day." You smiled in satisfaction, then you gave a snort and smoothed your face again. "Three a day if you see the doctor."

"I hate you." You scowled at your boyfriend, but you let him laughingly kiss the non-painful side of your face as a sort of atonement.

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ

"What's with the face?" In Felix's opinion, you looked like a little kid who got a bun instead of jelly beans.

"I'm still angry that I had to come here. It didn't make any sense. I was just proving how far I'd go for three a day." You stomped down the steps of the dental office with your hands folded, indicating you didn't feel like grabbing Felix's hand. You headed for the university with him following, and given how slowly you were walking, he caught up.

"I might believe it if I didn't know your expressions." Felix stood in front of you, forcing you to stop. “What about your sore teeth?”

You sighed in surrender.

"There is a hole in it. That's why it hurts. A hole that will be plugged this weekend. And I'm gonna get a big hypodermic needle, and everything's gonna be sizzling in my mouth, and..."

"Hey." The boy put his arms around you gently, caressing your waist soothingly. "I'll come with you and you'll see that your fear is bigger than that needle and louder than the machines."

"You're right." You returned the hug, finding that your heartbeat was not so heavy and pounding.

You didn't understand why you didn't mention the fact of filling earlier, then realized: you were afraid Felix would deprive you of your three a day choco. Because, despite your fear of dental procedures, you were addicted to your favorite sweet. The one that reminded you of your boyfriend.

"Maybe I don't hate you."

"I'm glad to hear that, because I'd like to give you your first mint chocolate today."

"Here, in front of the dental building?" You looked up at him, amazed and fascinated.

"Why not?" He took off his bag, got out the box and handed a small package to you. "We could kiss too."

How could you say no to a minty kiss?

Toothache or no toothache, you were not out of your mind.

5.

you're deliberately kind you make efforts to share your time you're not afraid of your feelings and you're not afraid of mine i never knew love could be soft i never knew love could be light and now i'm so helplessly sugar-high on you (on you) on you on you (on you)

The closer you got to the ominous day, the more you feared it. Felix was always with you whenever you needed a touch, a hug, or anything like that, and even when you didn't hint at anything, he was aware of what you needed. You enjoyed that you understood each other and had time for each other, no matter what. The importance of shared time was always handled well between the two of you.

You were deep in thought, arranging Felix's curls on your chest, but you could still see out of the corner of your eye what he was lifting towards you. Your eyes flashed as you prepared for a small bite, but that was part of Felix's plan, so he withdrew the chocolate and you tasted his lips instead.

He'd just had a piece, he had an irresistible minty taste, so you didn't even lean back for a while.

You loved the fact that, unlike the minty choco, you couldn't get enough of Felix's kisses, and if they lost their minty deliciousness, you'd kiss him with the same enthusiasm.

"Promise me your kisses won't run out?"

"What?" Felix tilted his head on your shoulder.

"That I can always ask for them and not have to pay for them?" You brushed a lock of hair from Felix's forehead.

"Sure." You exchanged another kiss. "Although this paying thing doesn't sound too bad."

Then you laughed. Your laughter had a mint choco sound and tone, just like your love.

6.

oh you're so sweet that my teeth are gonna fall out i'll get cavities in every single one taking weekly trips to my dentist but i know that it's worth it because when i tasted strawberry mentos when i tasted strawberry mentos when i tasted strawberry mentos, i knew you were the one

Your legs shivered. You were standing outside the door of your dentist's room, rubbing your hands together, and you felt that if you didn't sit down, you would collapse. Before you could, however, hands gripped your shoulders and Felix smiled encouragingly at you.

"As promised, I'm here to look after you. Don't be afraid."

You wanted to cling to his words to control the beat of your heart, but were distracted by the minty scent of his breath.

"Did you eat mint choco?"

Felix shook his head in disbelief.

"We're at the dentist's and you're wondering if I've got any mint chocolate?"

"No." You didn't even have to think about the answer.

You gently twirled Felix's locks as you kissed him. His lips were delicious as usual, sweet and minty.

The door opened, revealing the dentist.

"___, you’re next.”

At the sound of your doctor's voice, you flinched, even though your dentist was a short, gray-haired woman with a reassuring smile. She looked a lot like Cinderella's fairy godmother, except she's going to stick her magic wand in your mouth, not conjure up a carriage to take you to a party with your prince.

"Please, Felix, stay with me!" you whispered.

He kissed your nose in agreement, and led you into the room.

You dutifully, speechlessly, and most of all timidly and fearfully, sat down in the chair. You were greatly disturbed by the lamp shining sharply in your eyes. It made you feel blind and helpless, especially when the doctor probed your mouth with the various metallic instruments, but you relaxed as Felix found your hand, his fingers gently circling the back of yours.

You whimpered at the sight of the hypodermic needle, your shock reflected in your expression and the fact that you were gripping your boyfriend's hand tightly. The pain lasted a few seconds as the medical needle sank into the gum and the anesthetic spread. In those few seconds, you almost regretted eating all those minty chocos.

Almost.

Then you went outside with Felix to let the anesthetic make an impact. The dentist advised you to talk to Felix to speed up the process. This was not a problem for you. You knew what you wanted to say.

"It's strange how it took me a hypodermic needle prick to figure it out." You sat down and dragged him down next to you.

"Figure out what?"

"That I don't actually have a mint choco addiction. I just wouldn't eat that much. It's really all your fault. Ever since I tasted the mint on your lips, I've been eating to make your kisses taste like this." You, despite your numb, unfeeling face, tried to pronounce the words and phrase them as clearly as possible. "I am more and more sure that you are the one... My addictive mint choco."

"Oh, god. Just when I want to kiss you so badly, your face goes numb?" Felix, slightly flushed, pressed a kiss into your hair, as he had no other choice. You smiled and continued to talk about your classes, keeping your fingers busy tidying his hair and counting his freckles.

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ

You were out of the building with gauze-like material on your stuffed teeth, still feeling as if you had no face, and you wanted to get home as soon as possible to distract yourself with some film, wrapped in a blanket, and of course, in Felix's arms.

But as you went down the stairs, Felix's hand slipped from your palm. You turned back to the boy, who was rummaging in his bag, bewildered. With a glorious expression, he pulled out the pink box and looked at you softly.

You were about to remind him that you couldn't eat at all for three hours and dairy for three days when he bit off half the candy, stepped firmly over to you, and kissed you carefully. Although anesthetic ants were having a party in half of your face, you could feel the taste of mint on his lips. You smiled as much as you could, wrapping your arms around him.

"I haven't told you yet, but you're the one for me, too. Unlike you, I'm sure." he mumbled with a soft expression.

"I lied.” You replied. “Then and now I am sure that you are the one.”

Mint chocolate and Felix: no problem at all that these two terms mean the same thing. That love is minty and Felix's freckles are tiny, melted chocolate spots.

You were already sure of that, too.

[beachy--head]

Hey Cha! Feel free to ignore this, but could I request a drabble of Jackson reacting to April dyeing her hair back to its natural red colour? Like maybe she visits family and comes back with red hair and it surprises him (or something). I for sure think he had some thoughts™ about it!

It's okay if not, I love your writing and your blog either way, and have a fantastic day 😊

I'm so happy you sent this request, because I have the same headcanon about April's red hair (that it's her natural color and she dyed it brown to blend in). Thank you so much for your support and kind comments, and I hope you'll like this one! <3

___

“Have you seen April?”

Jackson looks up from the chart he’s signing to face a frantic, out-of-breath Lexie. 

“No, but she’s supposed to come back from her family holiday today, though.”

Lexie nods fervently. 

“I know that, I bumped into her this morning. She changed her hair, and I may have said something like ‘it’s such a big change!’, but like, in a positive way! But now she’s having second thoughts, so you have to tell her her hair is perfect the way it is, because it suits her, and I don’t want to be responsible for one of her freak-outs.”

Jackson rolls his eyes.

“Newsflash, Lex, I’m a guy. We don’t care about haircuts. I’m not going to see April and pretend I’ve noticed she cut 1 inch of her hair.”  

“You know what? You suck, Avery.”

Lexie gives him a dirty look and scuttles back to an exam room. He shakes his head and goes back to his chart. What does Lexie think he and April talk about? 

“Hi!”

He doesn’t need to look up to recognize his best friend’s cheerful voice. April smiles at him, in the familiar way he’s now used to, like she’s genuinely happy to see him, and he can’t help but smile back. Her surgical gown and scrub cap indicate that she’s fresh out of surgery, and she confirms it (a double bypass, lucky her) before removing her cap in one smooth movement, freeing her hair.

Her newly bright red hair.

Oh.

“Uh.”

Catherine Avery has raised him better than this, but he can’t help but stare at her. 

“You’re okay?”

Her green eyes, the perfect contrast to the red, look at him with concern, and he shakes his head to get his head straight. 

“Yeah, yeah. How was your trip?”

“Good! The flight was awful, but I managed to see everyone, and…,” and as April recounts her vacation, he observes, mesmerized, as she runs her hand through her hair, untangling the knots her scrub cap has made. When she frowns, though, he realizes he has not listened to a single word she said.

“You’re staring.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at me for the past minute, and it’s becoming creepy. Do I have something on my face? Wait, it’s not blood, isn’t it? Ugh, I know Cristina oriented that bleeder towards me during surgery.”

“What? No, sorry, I drifted off. Come on, let’s get lunch.”

Lexie finds them in the cafeteria a few minutes later, and what he’s supposed to do is study for the cleft palate surgery Sloan is letting him scrub in later that day. Not give furtive glances to his friend and eavesdrop on Lexie and April’s conversation  – well, on April’s rambling about how she wanted not to stand out in med school with bright red hair, so he guesses the hair change topic is back on. 

“Being another brunette just seemed easier, and my sisters were livid when I did it, which honestly was a bonus,” and every time she talks about her sisters, Jackson finds himself extremely glad he never had any siblings. “My mother is happy I went back to red though, she said we should always go with our God-given color and that my hair was red for a reason.” 

He doesn’t know April’s mother, but he completely agrees with her. Red suits her, way more than the brown hair did, and why is he even thinking about this? 

“I’m not sure about it though, sometimes I think the red is still too much. Do you think I should dye it back?”

He’s lucky Lexie is quick to reassure his friend that her hair is fine, because he doesn’t think that the indignant “No!!!” he had to bite back would have been a useful contribution to the conversation. Since when does a guy care about their friend’s hair color? 

Sneaking one last glance to April, he goes back to his book and reads a sentence about temporary stitches for what must be the fourth time.

He figures his new staring habit would last just a few days, the time to get used to her more vibrant hair (the perfect match to what he knows his best friend is), but it’s now been three weeks, and if anything, he notices her more, which is probably because of the brighter color (or so he tells himself). In the hospital crowd, his eyes find her more often than not, usually when she’s not even aware of his presence, and he’s had time to study all the ways the light reflects on her locks. Not that he would admit it to anybody, but he studies her, the way one studies a work of art, trying to absorb the slightest nuances, and it unnerves him. It’s just a hair color. 

“Avery! Back me up here!”

Alex’s voice brings him back to reality, and he realizes he’s, once again, drifted off the second April entered the room.

“What?”

“Pippi Longstocking here wants us to study tonight and practice for our fellowship interviews. We’re watching the game, right?”

April rolls her eyes.

“Well, fine by me, Karev. Just because you don’t have any hospitals wanting you doesn’t mean we can’t prepare.”

Alex grunts, a sure sign the insult landed, and April smirks, proud of herself, a sight Jackson finds adorable (or something similar a grown man should feel towards his best friend). She takes a hairband, ties her hair in a knot, leaving a few strands of hair fall on her exposed neck, and the staring comes back with a vengeance, followed by a lip twitch. 

Uh.

Fixating on a friend’s hair is completely normal, right?

Right?

[hannibalzero]

Modern next door neighbors Obikin with unsatisfied in his marriage milf Obi-Wan and known-since-he-was-little teenager Anakin living with his single mom who definitely should not be pursuing let alone in a secret relationship with someone twice his age. I need Obikin to be the neighborhood drama of the decade, the talk of all the housewives over cocktails, the "Did you guys hear about them???" scandal couple 🍵

This might be out of my wheelhouse but I do love the idea.

Overworked, unappreciated and the only one giving a shit about his marriage. Obi-Wan is tired, compromised and insecure. He loved Quigs, he really did.

He supposed Quigs did too at one time.

Their relationship never really matched.

Obi-Wan always loved him more than Quigs loved him. A cheap ring and a visit to the court house was far from what Obi-Wan had wanted. But he was young and in love with the handsome professor. At twenty? Foolishness.

Quigs made it clear that they were child free….

Okay fine. Obi-Wan didn’t need children.

No matter how much he wanted them .

Quigs was a creature of whim. Their love life reflected so, in the being Obiwan couldn’t get away from the man. Hardly a year past and….it was next to nothing…ten in …nothings.without anything. Then the collection of flashlights that Quigs perfered.

Claimed the flashlights were more convenient and wouldn’t disturb Obi-Wan.

Disturb Obi-Wan, from what? Yoga? Painting? His impressive Garden? From floating around in the pool.

Obi-Wan was so lonely and needy.

So the sight of a twenty something Anakin Skywalker, working shirtless on his muscle car was the highlight of Obi-Wans day. Looking for any excuse to talk to the young man.

This was just fun, Anakin was with that sweet young women. Nothing serious?

Right?

[darkwolf989]

can i request headcanons for being Valentino and Vox's daughter ? Thank you and stay hydrated ♡

GREAT Request!

I’ve never actually written something like this before, so forgive me. I’ve spent much more time thinking about Valentino’s daughter than Vox’s daughter and have written more for the former, so obviously Val’s daughter is much more developed. This is more of a sketched out list, so forgive any tense issues or grammar errors! Also disclaimer: these can change, evolve and adapt with each passing story <3 

If any of these headcanons catch your eye, feel free to drop a request! I’m always taking them- this month has just been incredibly busy. I appreciate the reminder to stay hydrated, I needed it!!

Looking forward to the summer when I have a bit more time for all of the writing things! In the meantime, keep them coming. Whenever I get a request, it goes right into a google doc. Most of the time when inspiration hits, content gets scribbled into that google doc until I have time to edit and sort it out…so just because there is a delay, doesn’t mean it won’t get done! And inspiration hits in the most random of places <3

Headcanons for being Valentino’s daughter (whose mom is half angel wife from OTO)

-For the most part you grew up normal (well as much as you can with a living in the V tower)

-There was always someone there to snuggle or play with, and always someone willing to put a bandaid on a boo boo

-Your Daddy gave the best snuggles and hugs and you took over your parents bedroom until you were six

-Even after, you insisted at least one adult lay down with you until you feel asleep until you hit your teenage years 

-When you’re sick you go to Valentino first, which is a good thing because of all the gross things little kids do, he handles it the best. You once overheard him compare a sick toddler to a drunk adult.  

-When you’re little little, you love listening to your family’s heartbeat. That feeling of safety along with a warm bottle usually puts you right to sleep. 

-Vox was your primary babysitter, and it wasn’t unusual to fall asleep in his arms, under his desk or even in his chair while he worked. He often conducted meetings and held you while you slept. 

-You’re known for sneaking out of bed and more than once you’ve been found asleep on the couch and carried back to bed. 

-You secretly think your Dad makes the best pancakes but you don’t want to hurt your Uncle Vox’s feelings

-Neither Mommy nor Daddy let you in their studios 

-You were always welcome in Velvette or Vox’s studio as long as you followed directions and kept away from Vark and the rest of your Uncles sharks

-Your Dad gave you no shortage of love and affection 

-Though it was really your Uncle Vox that spoiled you 

-You were never allowed to visit Valentino at work, and on the rare occasions you did end up on the fourth floor, he quickly escorted you away

- it wasn’t until you were in your teens that you made a connection between your fathers job and his role in the porn and drug industry 

-You never questioned where babies came from, and all four of your guardians insisted on calling body parts by their proper names. All of these things were fact and nothing more.  

-The doctors office was never scary, and all appointments were handled either at home or in Valentino’s studio well after hours. 

-The first time you got your period, you freaked until your father calmed you down. 

-Annoyingly, you had to wear a location tracker at all times. Valentino refused to put one under your skin without your consent, even for your own safety, so when you started to leave the tower to go to school, Vox created a special tracking watch just for you 

-One time you got fed up with your teacher and called Uncle Vox on your watch to tell him to come get you. He does. 

-Being Vox’s niece, you learned to hack that watch when you turned thirteen. After all you never could go anywhere without someone being on your ass. All you wanted was privacy. 

-When you did eventually start dating, Valentino insisted on meeting each date when they came to pick you up, regardless of their gender. If he didn’t like them, you didn’t go out. You suspected he showed his gun on more than one occasion. 

-And there were more than a few times you didn’t get to go out.  

-You tried to get a fake ID at sixteen when you started to rebel. Unfortunately for you between your father and your uncle every single bar and club was controlled by them and the first time you tried to use it was your last time. And you got grounded. Big time. 

-Once you turned twenty one though, all bets were off. As much as you didn’t like that your family knew all, it was sort of comforting to know that wherever you were, you were protected. And by that point, you were doing pretty okay. 

-The first time you intentionally tried one of Valentino’s drugs was the last time.

-You still went to school every day, but Valentino had no issue with you taking a mental health day when needed

-You had your appendix out when you were younger

-Homework needed to be done before anything else, every single night. Your usual routine was to come in, go right to Uncle Vox’s office and do your homework with him. He keeps a stash of kid friendly snacks in his bottom drawer, and promises to keep the cheese itz coming if you don’t tell your dad.

-You hate that Vox makes you try each problem three times before asking for help, but you respect his method because you respect him

-The food kept in the house was generally high quality and healthy. Not to say there isn’t junk food, but the adults eat pretty healthily and by default as such so do you. 

-When you stop eating however, in a desperate effort to look like one of the model’s in your Aunt Velvette’s magazine, your father catches you very, very quickly. 

-You struggle with balancing the angelic and demonic parts of you. This shows up hard in the teenage years with instances of ED’s, Depression, Anxiety, self harm, poor decision making etc. 

-Valentino definitely brought you home from his clubs on more than one occasion. 

-You got alcohol poisoning/overdosed a few times. Thankfully, Valentino was always there to rescue you. The final time it happened, the expression on your father’s face ensured you never crossed that line again. 

-When you self harm for the first time, it’s Vox who catches you. 

-They will not allow you to hurt yourself, but they do their best to support and love you through every single mistake

-You demand perfection of yourself far, far more than they expect of you 

Headcanons for being Vox’s daughter 

-Vox tried to put a chip in your arm the day you were born, but Valentino took it out. 

-Intelligent? You could hack any device by the time you were ten. It was a struggled for Vox to keep ahead of your nonsense. 

-Stubborn as all heck. If you want something you’re gonna get it. Period.

-You had coffee in your hand by the time you were thirteen. As much as it freaked your father out, your Uncle Valentino helped you figure out the right cream/sugar/coffee ratio 

-Vox shooed all questions about womanhood to Velvette/Valentino/Wife and although he tries hard to understand and learn about the female body, you’re well aware he’s uncomfortable with it. Thankfully, your Uncle Valentino reassures you it's alright. 

-You are not at all into sports, though Valentino does force you to play on a team after catching you in one of his clubs. You were not terrible, and he does not have mercy on you. 

-Your Dad keeps a careful eye on your grades, and forces you to try each problem three times before asking for help

-The day your Uncle Valentino caught you working in his club was the most embarrassing moment of your life

-You definitely went through an emo phase

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

I am so close to finishing this chapter which I have been working on and dragging my feet on for entirely too long. Have some words or something.

This snippet features the lovely @sylvienerevarine's OC Sophrine! <3 Go check out her work because it is hilarious, entertaining, and everything you ever needed in life. You can thank me later.

Tagging: Obviously, you Molly, but also @oblivions-dawn, @bostoniangirl21, @dirty-bosmer, @umbracirrus, @pitiable-arisen, @bougainvillea-and-saltwater, @vivifriend, @skyrim-forever, @theoneandonlysemla, @inkysqueed and anyone else who wants to participate

“Have any of you ever been outside of the College?”

A few of them blink as if confused she is speaking to them before the Khajiit, Sal’ja, speaks. “This one has seen everything from the jungles of Valenwood to the cliffs of the College.”

“Anyone else?” 

They shake their heads, and Dahlia bites her lip before looking towards one of the benches at the western end of the Yard. Lydia, Narile, and Sylvi all sit quietly watching her, her daughter bouncing on her housecarl’s knee as Narile leans in to kiss her wife’s cheek. 

Eventually, when Lydia makes eye contact with her, she grins. “Anyone fancy an outing to the nearby village?”

Several hours later and after three separate conversations with her husband about being safe, Dahlia and her group set off for Kynesgrove. While it is not exactly the battlefield they will find themselves in later, anything is better than nothing. Or at least that is what Tolfdir had always told her right before things went either catastrophically wrong or ended in comically benign manner.

The sleepy town emerges before them as all things in Kynesgrove do: languidly, and without a sense of urgency. Except for that one time with the dragon, but that was a special occasion. Dahlia smiles as she dismounts her house and leads her small group of  band of followers over the worn, moss-covered cobble stones and into the center of the town. It is no wonder her mother chose to put down her roots here as the ambient and pace of life is much better suited for retirement, and the climate significantly warmer than in Windhelm. Perhaps she’ll have to try to talk Ulfric into visiting more often to see the sights and visit the hot springs, of course. 

However, there is one thing which she might not be able to accustom herself to—the moment she steps into the main square of the town it would appear that all 50 of the residents, including the miners, have made their way out of their homes and businesses to welcome her there. News in small towns spreads more quickly than wildfire, and how it does so has always been beyond her.

“Good afternoon,” Dahlia starts, inclining her head towards the gaggle of onlookers. “I was just looking for the inn?” While it comes out as more of a question, and it is blatantly obvious that the large building in the middle of the square is in fact the inn, the sudden shift from sleepy town to bustling square flusters her. Why didn’t she bring Ulfric with her? She sighs. He always knows what to do in these situations, and it would seem that nothing ever catches him off guard.

“Follow me right this way.” A pretty Breton woman around her own age comes forward and places a hand on her shoulder before steering her past the crowd and straight into the inn. “They’re a bunch of gossips who have nothing better to do, but they have good intentions.” She smiles kindly at Dahlia before sitting her down at one of the tables as the mages and housecarl follow. “I’m Sophrine.” She extends a flour-coated hand towards Dahlia for her to shake.

[mars-ipan]

genuinely i don’t know how someone could meet a kid and decide children are horrid monsters actually. kids are so good