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bukojuiice · 3 years

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What happens when the bakusquad babysits Katsuki’s daughter? (Dad! Katsuki Bakugo x Mom! Reader) Headcanons + One-shot

ೃ pairing: (dad! katsuki bakugo x mom! reader)

ೃ warnings: none

ೃ genre: fluff overload, parent fic/hcs

ೃ word count: 5,141 words

ೃ 1/4 of @bukojuiice’s 800 followers special!

ೃ my nav → my mha writing masterlist → my katsuki bakugo x reader smau

ೃ A sequel in the form of headcanons + one-shot to my dad! Bakugo fic “like the soul of honey” I recommend reading that first before going through this! Don’t worry if you don’t want to though! Both are standalone and not really connected with each other.

ೃ This was originally just going to be headcanons, but I didn’t want to keep writing it in hcs style halfway through so be treated to both headcanons + a one-shot instead! as you can tell already, this was so so much fun to write and i felt so soft after writing this uwu

ೃ shoutout to two of my loves @sparkykatsuki for coming up with this idea! I just knew i had to do it bc i love bakusquad sm!! they give me such a serotonin boost and I find it really fun writing about them!! Thank you for having such big brain energy and for conspiring this concept franz! And to @chibishae34 bc i know she loves baby fics as much as I do HSHSHSH

ೃ your daughter’s name is hikari which means light. bakugo thought of that name because light is essentially a part of his quirk and hikari is a part of him.

ೃ please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (feel free to add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!) ♡

— Hikari is blessed with the best uncles and aunts she could ever ask for!!

— Both Bakusquad and Dekusquad take turns in helping you and Katsuki get your well deserved rest and relaxation at least once a month ever since Hikari turned 6 as... she became quite the feisty girl. Too feisty to handle actually.

— She was energetic and playful 24/7. And so, it was hard to keep up with her energy most of the time.

— She still remained kind and obedient yet she was also an absolute bundle of joy who would just run around the house, play with her toys, and go on roleplaying adventures with you and Katsuki. She had absolutely no idea how much she would tire you and Katsuki, however, and sometimes she would go on for hours and hours just running around the house and interacting with everything she sees.

— She had an inquisitive mind, and although you always encourage her to be smart and be intrigued with everything, she tends to question almost everything she lays her eyes on and you end up having to come up with a witty and a very childlike answer for her to understand.

— A good example of this is when she asked you ever so innocently about where babies come from and your husband was ABOUT TO TAKE HER QUESTION LITERALLY and give her the science talk about sexual reproduction. When the two of you agreed to only give her that talk when she turns 8 as she might not even entirely understand it in the first place.

— “Mommy, Daddy, where do babies come from?”

— “I guess it’s time for the talk.” Bakugo shrugs, remarking sternly. He takes his daughter’s little hand in his and bringing her to the living room. “You see, Hikari, babies come from the wo-”

— “Storks!” You cut Bakugo off before he could say another word, nudging him on the elbow. “Hikari-chan, the babies are brought down to this world by the white and strong birds in the sky!” You whisper the last bits of information to her ear. “The storks told me that once you get older, they’ll tell you the secret of where they actually pick up the babies.”

— “Really!?” She says in disbelief, her eyes gleaming in excitement. “YAY! YAY! YAY! I can’t wait!” She goes back to running around the house looking for even more things to ask about and you breathe a sigh of relief as soon as she leaves.

— Although it was nice that you are able to bond as a family, it does get pretty tiring sometimes. Of course your weariness is worth the risk if it’s just to see Hikari smile.

— Especially since you and Bakugo were both pro-heroes (although you mostly do stand by pro hero work meaning you work from home almost all the time.) You found it much more enriching if both you and bakugo are guiding her and working together to create a loving and supportive family for Hikari.

— Both of your respective friend groups, whomst you remained close to ever since high school, noticed how the both of you looked tremendously exhausted and looked like you were in dire need to have 9 cups of coffee every time you would meet up with each other in between your pro hero duties.

— And so both squads came into an agreement, that they would help the two of you out by giving you a 48 hour day off every month to do whatever the heck married couples do as they would babysit Hikari and have fun.

— This was also a great way to get closer with their niece even if they dote on her so much already. As you and Bakugo are the first persons in your friend groups who got married and have a child together.

— This month, the Bakusquad is in charge of taking care of Hikari and just from the fact that Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina and Sero are going to babysit your daughter alone, you know it’s going to be chaotic.

— Things didn’t go swimmingly last time (literally), as only Kirisihima and Kaminari were the only ones available the last time they came to babysit. They took Hikari to a community pool, and she came back with a missing tooth and some scratches on her legs from playing too much. Katsuki was NOT pleased and you had to restrain your husband from trying to obliterate his best friends even if Hikari had little to no injuries and it was normal for kids her age to have these things happens to them at least once in their childhood.

— With your assurance and the look that was on Hikari’s face and how she would not shut up about how she loved spending time with Uncle Eijiro and Uncle Denki, Katsuki eventually let it slide and just gave his friends the usual “Katsuki Bakugo treatment” where he acts cold and angry at them, paired with his easily irritated and idgaf attitude.

— This month however, was going to be different because Mina and Sero are finally joining along and making sure that Hikari has the best weekend since they weren’t able to babysit last time.

— Hikari loved her Aunt Mina because she would braid her hair and style her with different cute outfits that only Mina, with her love for fashion and all things girly and pink could attempt to do and end up doing perfectly. She also taught Hikari all the dances to disney songs and nursery rhymes she knows how to do so far. Hikari affectionately refers to her Aunt Pinkie whenever Mina isn’t around.

— Kirishima, who was the most frequent to visit the 3 of you, out of all of the Bakusquad, considers Hikari as his new #1 best friend. Dethroning and kicking her very own father from that spot. Hikari is a much more gentle and sweet version of her explosive father, and so Eijiro is able to interact and play with Hikari because he already knows Bakugo and his mannerisms very well. Hikari calls him Uncle Sharkie and she always asks her dad about how he and Kirishima became such good friends. To which Katsuki would reply with, “It’s a long story princess.”

— Kaminari was the fun uncle. He always gave off those vibes ever since high school anyway. Giving Hikari candy behind Katsuki’s back (although you made sure Kaminari didn’t give her any that were tooth rotting sweet ones) Buying her ice cream whenever he came to drop by, and bringing her to the nearby playground amongst many other things. He spoils her a lot (in a good way) and Hikari calls her the fun “sparkie” uncle.

— Then, there was Sero. He retained his love for Spiderman since he was a kid, and he was able to pass that on to Hikari. His way of playing with her was cute since Sero is super tall, he would let Hikari ride on his shoulders, trying to imitate airplane noises as they would “fly” around the house. He gifted Hikari some child-friendly comic books for you and Katsuki to read to her before. bed. Although she never fails to say that the best heroes are her mommy and daddy. She calls Sero her Uncle Spidey.

— Uncle Sharkie, Uncle Sparkie, Aunt Pinkie, and Uncle Spidey. The Holy Quaternity.

(One-shot starts below this!)

“AUNT MINA! UNCLE EIJIRO! UNCLE DENKI! UNCLE SEROOO!” Hikari rushes to the door as soon as she hears the doorbell ring, she jumps into Eijiro’s arms and the red-haired pro hero twirls her around. The rest of the Bakusquad forms a circle around her, and can’t help but look at her adoringly.

“How’s my little ball of sunshine!?” Mina squeezes Hikari’s cheekies, earning giggles from the little girl. “I’m fine Aunt Mina! I mished chu!” She begins to talk in a cute accent as she just can’t contain her excitement.

“Hikari-chan! Do you still remember our little handshake?” Sero kneels down to the little girl’s height, offering her his hand. The little girl nods, shakes it and their thumbs twiddle together, as if they were thumb wrestling. They do a few more quirky hand shakes and then end it with a bang by saying “BOOM!” Sparks suddenly fly out from Hikari’s hands, her aunt and uncles coo since noticing how much her quirk has developed ever since they started babysitting.

“Okay you two!” Mina turns to you and Katsuki, as she had noticed you had some distinct luggage packed for a quick hot spring getaway, she practically pushes the two of you out of the door when Katsuki stops in his tracks, turning to his friends.

He glares at them and points his fingers to his eyes in a “I’m watching you” type of gesture. “Not one single scratch on her or all of you are dead to me.”

Kaminari laughs, patting his friend on the back, “We gotchu buddy. Your little ball of sunshine is safe in our hands. She’ll have the best time with us!”

Hikari quickly runs to you and Katsuki, giving you both a tight hug. “We love you Hikari. We’ll just be gone for two days oki? Your uncles and your aunt here will keep you safe this weekend alright? We love you!” You peck her lightly on the cheek, a pout forming on your daughter’s face.

“I’ll miss you Mommy. Daddy.” She doesn’t let go, hugging the two of you even tighter. “I loaf you! See you soon!”

“Be a good girl okay Hikari?” Katsuki kneels down to meet his daughter’s eyes, orbs that were as passionate as his, planting a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll miss you kiddo.”

You could hear Kaminari and Sero silently snicker in the background since they still can’t wrap their head around the fact that their friend could become so soft when in front of his child as opposed to his usual rough demeanor he shows to everyone else.

Katsuki wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tightly, with you dragging along the luggage that the two of you were going to bring on this trip. You bid your final goodbyes with ease and relief, knowing that your daughter will be in “safe hands” the entire weekend.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Mina squeezes Hikari and the rest of the Bakusquad into a hug. “What do you want to do first Hikari-chan?”

“Oh! Um! I don’t know if I should ask this b-but..” The blonde little girl hides her hands in her pockets, her feet tapping the floor. “I actually want to know how Mommy and Daddy met! Not the marry or the lovey thing! Just how they met and fell in love!”

“Hikari-chan!! You’re so cuteeeeeeee!” Kaminari begins to weep crocodile tears, pulling Hikari into another hug. “If that’s what you want to do for today, then we’ll gladly tell the story of how your mom and dad met!”

The Bakusquad formed and sat in a circle on the floor. Hikari was sitting on Mina’s lap as the latter braided her hair into what was called a Fishtail braid. Kirishima, with the help of Sato, baked some chocolate chip cookies a few days ago for all of them to snack on while they babysit Hikari.

Sero clears his voice and begins the story. “Your mom and your dad met each other in High School. Along with all of us and your Uncle Izuku, Uncle Tenya, Uncle Shoto, Aunt Ochaco, Aunt Tsuyu-” He continues to recall the names of all the other people Hikari know and love. “They were total opposites actually.”

“O-opposithes?” Hikari tilts her head, a puzzled look on her face as she tries to process what her Uncle Sero had just said. “D-does that mean that Daddy didn’t like Mommy?”

“It’s not like that Hikari-chan. Don’t worry.” Kirishima saves Sero from making the little girl misinterpret what he had just said, nudging his raven-haired friend in the arm. “It’s just that your dad was hot-headed and angry all the time, but he fell in love with your mom because she was sweet, patient and understanding!” Kirishima reiterates, a soft look on his face, looking back on the sweet sentimental memories of high school. “They were perfect for each other!”

“Oh! So daddy was angy all the time? Since mommy is really nice she told Daddy to be nice and they fell in love!?”

Mina giggles, continuing to style Hikari’s hair. “Yes Hikari-chan. That’s exactly what happened! You’re so good!”

“I am!?” Yay!” She claps her hands together, a wide smile present on her face, she was becoming more and more intrigued. “Tell me more please!”

“Well...” Kaminari continued where Kirishima had left off, “Your mom and dad got closer because they got teamed up to fight our pro hero teacher for our exam! They fought and they had a hard time talking to each other but they passed the exam in the end! It was hard at first. Your dad kept on telling us that he didn’t like your mom in a lovey way but we kept on pushing him until he accidentally said that he liked her! Your mommy heard what he said and then she told him that she liked him too!”

“F-fight? I thought Daddy only fights bad guys...” Her voice begins to crack as if she was about to cry. The Bakusquad were about to speak up and explain but failed to because as soon as Mina was done braiding her hair, Hikari immediately stands up and bows politely to the four adults. “I’m going to play with Mr. Rilakkuma for a while. See you later!” She grabs a cookie from the plate and rushes into her room, locking the door behind her.

“See you later Hikari-chan!” Kaminari waves cluelessly, not realizing what he had just said that prompted Hikari to leave the room in the first place. Mina stands up on her knees, shooting him a glare and flicking his forehead, “Did you not realize what you just did!?”

“Ahh what did I do!?” He rubs the spot on his forehead that Mina had just hit, and looks at his two other friends for a clue as to why they were ganging up with him.

“I guess Chargedolt will always be Chargedolt.” Sero shrugs, shaking his head in disappointment.. “Hikari misinterpreted what you said. She thinks that Bakubro used to fight (Y/N) like she’s a villain or something back when we were in High School.”

“WAIT! OBJECTION! SHE MISINTERPRETED YOUR STORY FIRST-”

“Guys. Guys. There’s nothing we can do about it. Both of you slipped, so let’s give Hikari-chan some space first then talk to her later.” Kirishima cuts Kaminari off before he and Sero would start an argument, which would prompt Hikari to further think more negative thoughts.

“(Y/N) said that Hikari-chan’s been liking Tonkotsu Ramen recently, so I think it’s best if all of us help out in cooking her favorite comfort food to cheer her up.” Mina sighs deeply, crossing her arms. She heads straight to the kitchen without uttering another word, the three other guys follow suit.

After several hours, it was finally night time and time for dinner! At the orders of Mina, Sero and Kaminari came to pick up Hikari from her room.

Sero knocked softly. “Hikari-chan? It’s time for dinner!”

“We cooked your favoriteee Tonkatsu Ramen!” Kaminari added in a playful voice.

No reply.

“Hikari-chan?” Sero knocks again, a bit louder this time. He then turns to Denki and whispers, “Maybe she’s asleep?”

Before the two men were to retreat and go back to the living room, the door to the little girl’s room was unlocked with a long click, as if there was hesitance..

Denki quickly turns the knob to be surprised at the sight of Hikari... packing her clothes into a cute backpack?

“Hikari-chan! W-what are you doing?” Kaminari runs to her, trying to stop her from folding her clothes.

“I’m going to go see Mommy and Daddy! I’ll go take a bus and find them!” She wipes the tears streaking down her cheeks, sniffing her nose while attempting to stuff her teddy bear inside her backpack. “Daddy took Mommy so that they’re going to fight aren’t they!? I don’t want that!”

“No no no no no Hikari. It’s not like that!” Kaminari wipes the little girl’s tears with a handkerchief, he gestures Sero to call Kirishima and Mina whilst he tries to comfort the girl. “Your dad took your mom out because today is their lovey anniversary! It wasn’t because they were going to fight!”

“Ah! Owkay!” Hikari suddenly raises her head, taking the handkerchief from Denki and wiping her tears. “Can I visit Daddy and Mommy then!?”

“O-oh well...”

“Of course we can go Hikari-chan!” Kirishima barges in, Sero and Mina close behind him. “Let’s surprise them!”

“Yay! Surprising them! I love surprises!” The little girl jumps up and down in her place. “What time do we go!? What time do we goooo!?”

“After dinner you little cutie.” Mina smiles at the younger Bakugo’s sudden shift in mood. “We cooked your favorite Tonkotsu Ramen!”

“AH! TONKOTSU RAMEN TONKOTSU RAMEN!” Hikari wiggles her arms, slightly pushing the adults out of the way and runs out of her room, Sero catches up to her, only to find her sitting properly on the dining table. “I’m ready to eat now! Just waiting for all of you!” She shouts from outside.

“She’s absolutely fricking adorable.” Kaminari remarks. “But Kiri.. are you serious? We’re actually going all the way to a prefecture and bring her to her parents? Isn’t our job supposed to be keeping her here while they rest and relax in the onsen?”

“W-well... It’s not like we can do anything about it right?” Eijiro shrugs off Denki’s concern, holding on to a stress ball that Hikari had in her room. “She’ll be moping around and going back to overthinking about what her parents are doing right now. We’ll take her there and besides, once we do get there, (Y/N) and Bakugo already had a day’s worth of rest. And I think it’s time for us to take Hikari on a road trip and have fun with her!”

“Uncle Eijiro.. Aunt Mina... Uncle Denki... what’s taking you so long?” Hikari yawns and rubs her eyes, still holding on to her chopsticks. “The ramen is going to get cold...”

“Oh no! It is!?” Mina reacts quickly, taking Hikari’s hand and leading her to the table. “Let’s get there before Elsa makes it even colder!”

“NOOOOOO!! Elsa’s going to do that!? Whyyyyyy!?”

“Let’s just hope that this isn’t a repeat of what happened when we took her to the community pool.” Kaminari shakes his head, recalling the past event. “Bakugo almost killed us if it weren’t for (Y/N).”

“I don’t think it will. Besides, Sero and Mina will be with us, so the more the merrier!”

Oh and the merrier it was.

“HAKUNA MATATA! WHAT A WONDERFUL PHRASE!” Bakusquad along with Hikari, sing in unison. Bopping along to the iconic song from Lion King.

“IT MEANS NO WORRIES! FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS!” Hikari belts out, the others clapping along to her singing, doing their best to hype her up

Kirishima was singing Timone’s lines, Kaminari was singing Pumba’s, Sero and Mina were the background vocals and and Hikari was singing Simba’s lines.

It was 6 am in the morning and they were finally on the road and on the way to a Hot Springs Resort in Chiba Prefecture, where you and Bakugo were staying in for the weekend.

Kirishima was driving the SUV that he immediately bought when he got his first Pro Hero paycheck, Denki was riding shotgun, and Hikari was seated at the middle squeezed in by both Mina and Sero.

Disney Songs were set to be played for the entire morning to tire out Hikari and so that she can sleep peacefully and rid Bakusquad of the slight annoyance they will receive when she asks “Are we there yet?” every 2 minutes.

Denki had unfortunately messed up the spotify playlist that Jiro had given him, and the piano opening of A Thousand Miles begins to play.

“OMG IT’S OUR SQUAD SONG!” Mina’s eyes lit up as soon as the well-known piano keys blared out from the speakers. “MAKING MY WAY DOWNTOWN, WALKING FAST, FACES PASS AND I’M HOMEBOUND!”

The iconic part before the chorus begins to play and the boys sing along, “AND I NEED YOU! AND I MISS YOUUU!” They shake their shoulders to the beat, and Hikari giggles along.

“CAUSE YOU KNOW I’D WALK A THOUSAND MILES IF I CAN JUST SEE YOU TONIGHTTTTT.” Bakusquad sings dramatically in unison, raising their hands up high and just vibing to the beat.

“Hikari-chan! You should totally hear your dad sing this! He loves this song!” Mina turns to the little girl who continued to laugh at how chaotic her aunt and uncles were being. “Really!? I want to learn it then so that Mommy and Daddy would know that I can be a singer too!”

The song ends and yet everyone else was still vibing. After the current song, the hype and the energy has died down and Hikari is fast asleep on Mina’s lap and her feet were lying on a pillow that was placed on Sero’s lap.

“She really is a spitting image of both (Y/N) and Bakugo. They’re really great parents.” said Sero, who wanted to break the silence and keep the atmosphere lively.

“My mind is still shook over the fact that Bakubro would turn so soft every time he’s in the same room as his daughter. It’s a complete 180 on his personality, and I really wanna tease him about it when we finally get the chance.” Kaminari interjects. “Do you think Bakugo would get mad when we arrive there?”

“Trust me on this guys.” Kirishima says casually, stepping on the gas pedal, as they go up the highway. “Bakugo won’t. In fact, I think both he and (Y/N) would be delighted to see their daughter travel for 180 miles just because of a misunderstanding.”

♡

“Suki-kun... do you think I should call up Mina to ask how Hikari’s doing?” You reach for your phone on the bedside table. “It’s 6 AM maybe Hikari forgot to drink her gummmy vitamins-”

“She’s going to be fine.” Katsuki murmurs in his bedhead voice, turning to your side of the bed to spoon you and nestle his head on your neck. “I trust Kirishima and the others.”

“This is surprising. You’re very casual about this now. What happened to your skepticism? Weren’t you too worried about how they were going to babysit Hikari after the pool incident?”

“To hell with that. If Hikari loves them, and they love her back just as much, might as well just roll with it. They’re my friends anyway and it’s better than Ilda scolding her for eating 4 M&Ms at 9 in the evening.”

You chuckle, holding his hands that were wrapped around your waist. “That’s harsh but you got a point. Although Hikari loves my friends and yours equally, they do think of Hikari as a little Bakugo so, they’re able to connect with her more.”

“What time do the private mixed gender hot springs open up again?” He grumbles suggestively and you giggle. “They open at 9 am. Should I reserve that time slot?”

“You should.” He growls but before you could even reply, he falls back to sleep.

♡

“WE’RE HERE!” Kirishima announces, waking Kaminari, Mina and Sero up from their sleep.

“W-what if this isn’t the right onsen?” Denki yawns, looking around to take in the view.

“I asked (Y/N) last night where they were staying. This is the place! She even gave me their room number for some reason.” Mina stretches her arms then pats Hikari on the forehead lightly. “Hikari we’re here...”

The little girl slowly opens her eyes, sitting up, then looks out the window.

“HOT SPRINGS! ONSEN!” She hastily tidies up her backpack and gets down the car as soon as Sero opens the door.

“Hikari-chan! Wait for us first!” Sero runs after her, making sure she doesn’t get too far.

“It’s 9 AM... I wonder if those two lovebirds are awake already.” Kaminari looks at the watch on his wrist, as he brings down their stuff from the trunk of the car.

“I looked this place up last night. It’s a family friendly hot springs resort, but it’s famed for it’s private mixed gender onsen. I wonder why though...” Mina mused, helping Denki out with bringing their stuff down.

Kirishima gets out of the car and bobs his head up as soon as he heard what Mina had said. He looks at Kaminari trying to tell him something through his stare. The mustard-haired man’s eyes widened when he realized why Kirishima was looking at him, then he turns to Mina who finally realizes what the mixed gender onsen meant.

“Oh.”

They enter the beautiful and lush resort, spotting Sero and Hikari who were sitting near the reception area, waiting for their reservation and for the rooms to be confirmed.

“Can’t believe we had to pay double the price for a standard room.” Kaminari pouts, whispering to Kirishima as the red-haired man hands him over the credit cards of each of his friends and then he hands it over to the concierge. He notices how excited Hikari looked and couldn’t help but smile.

As soon as the reservation was confirmed, Bakusquad and Hikari were able to check in immediately. Mina takes Hikari to her room while the three other boys were sharing their room with each other.

“Hikari before you can surprise your parents, you have to wear this Yukata first okay?” Mina helps fasten the bath robe on Hikari, but the little girl can’t help but be energetic and start dancing in her place. “Have you memorized the A Thousand Miles chorus already to sing to your mommy and daddy?”

“I have!”

Mina takes Hikari outside, the other boys were already out too and were wearing their bath robes.

“I saw (Y/N) enter this onsen. Maybe that’s where she and Bakugo are in? Should we take Hikari there?” Kaminari asks his three other friends, sipping on a fruit-flavored ramune, and handing one to Hikari.

“Yes please! I want to see Mommy and Daddy as soon as possible and then surprise them!” She sips on her ramune, looking at her aunt and uncles pleadingly, begging them to bring her there.

♡

“I could have sworn I heard Kaminari-kun’s voice outside.” You tell Katsuki, closing the screen door to the open air bath. You were holding a plate full of sliced Watermelon. Your robe was still on and you wanted to eat something first before getting in.

“Tch. Probably just your imagination.” Bakugo breathes a sigh of relief, slipping in further in the hot water. “I could get used to something like this every month.”

“Oh really?” You raise your eyebrow, and lick your lips. “Could you get used to-”

“If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass us ByYYY?”

You jolt up at the sweet and all too familiar voice that was echoing from the outside. Before you could even react properly, someone knocks on the door to reveal...

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“Hikari!?”

She jumps to you and pulls you into a tight hug. “I missed you so much! I thought you and Daddy were fighting that’s why you left!”

“Fighting!?” You look back and forth to Bakusquad then to your daughter. “Of course not! Why would we-”

“Uncle Sewo and Uncle Denki told me that you guys would always fight when you were in school! That’s why I thought that-”

“They did... what?” Bakugo’s tone becomes slightly irritated at the mention of Kaminari and Hanta’s name. The Bakusquad were about to face death and the consequences until...

“Oh! But! They also taught me a song today! It’s called A Thousand Miles! They said it was Daddy’s favorite!” She then turns to her father with such admiration in her eyes as she begins to sing the chorus. “Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles just to see youuu~”

“Nice one sunshine. Did you learn that for me?” He gestures Hikari to approach him, ruffling her hair as she kneels down to peck him on the cheek. “I did!”

“It’s your favorite song! So, I also traveled a thousand miles to see you and Mommy!”

“Not necessarily a thousand miles, dear. But you’re close enough! You still traveled to see us! Yay!” You clap at the genius remark your daughter had made. You turn to the Bakusquad, nodding your head at them and smile. “Thank you for taking care of Hikari and bringing her here just because she wanted to. We’ll see you later at lunch?”

“Of course! Of course!” Mina waves goodbye, a tired but loving smile formed on her face. “We had a fun time with Hikari and we just couldn’t help but bring her here. But, you have Kiri to thank for all of this though!”

“No, I shouldn’t get all of the credit. This is a Bakusquad group effort, if Kaminari and Sero didn’t slip and if Hikari didn’t misunderstand their words, then we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Kirishima cuts Mina off in a respectful way. He claps his hands together and pulls your other friends out of the room. “See ya guys later!”

“Thanks guys.” Bakugo nods generously to his friends. It was something he didn’t always do, but when he does, well, it’s worth seeing.

“Bye Uncle Sharkie, Aunt Pinkie, Uncle Sparkie and Uncle Spidey!” Hikari waves goodbye jovially, not realizing that she just called them the affectionate nicknames that she’s too embarrassed to say in front of them.

The four laugh at the little girl’s slip-up and they leave the hot springs in good spirits.

After that wonderful weekend, you explained to Hikari about why you’re taking a rest every month in the first place. She didn’t quite get the concept at first but after a little bit more of explaining, she came up with the idea that the two of you get four rest days in a month. One weekend just for you and Katsuki then the other weekend is for the three of you and if any of the Bakusquad or Dekusquad would want to come along.

It was the perfect agreement and if Hikari was going to grow up in an environment where she had the best aunts and uncles in the universe, then she’s going to grow up to be a great kid. Just like the adults in her life once were.

The End.

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I sat hunched forward in my seat, arms wrapped around my bag. Every so often, my eyes would threaten to slip shut, and fight to stay alert and remind myself that while Southside High wasn’t exactly the best excuse for an educational facility, I still needed to be awake and at full attention. Especially with Sweet Pea hovering so dangerously close.

I ran my hands over my face tiredly, pulling on the skin beneath my eyes slightly as I let out a quiet groan. From the corner of my eye, I could see his eyebrows raise in question. I thought about muttering how I lost sleep because of him, thought about letting him know that I had created that much anxiety for myself over a stupid biology project that he couldn’t even be bothered to participate in. I had scribbled down unwilling to cooperate and lazy under the bullet points I had gathered from the previous night. I knew that was unsatisfactory in Birdy’s eyes, but it would have to do. Maybe it would get the message across that working with Sweet Pea was just a bad idea.

Fuck this seating arrangement.

“Cal?” I snapped my attention to the front when Sweets flicked my thigh, watching the faces of several students turn to me from their individual groups.

“Can you repeat the question?” I asked quietly, swallowing as I sunk in my chair.

Birdy sighed petulantly, “What qualities are you attracted to in a potential mate?”

“I — what? You want me to list characteristics of a boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

I pressed my lips together having been stumped, hearing Sweet Pea breathe out a quiet laugh from next to me, “Could you call on someone else first?” I asked, slightly agitated.

Birdy looked down at the floor in exasperation, then pointed his finger towards my partner, “You’re up, Pea. What qualities are you looking for?”

“Bright. Attractive. Sensitive.”

“Sensitive?” Birdy repeated, folding his arms, slightly intrigued.

“What does this have to do with science?” someone asked from the back of the crowd. Thankful for the distraction, I sat upright in my seat and hastily flipped through the pages of my textbook, eyeing the board for the chapter he had instructed us to have read for the day. I tried not to pay any mind to the snickering Serpent next to me, ignoring the lingering sensation of his eyes surveying me.

“Every single animal on this planet attracts mates with the goal of reproduction. Frogs swell their bodies, male gorillas beat their chests, birds dance, so on and so forth. Attraction is the first element of all animal reproduction, humans included.” Birdy turned to the rest of the class as he held his hands out, looking to make sure we were all on board. “Okay, Sweet Pea. You’re at a party — or bonfire, whatever it is you do. There’s all different kinds of girls with all these different variables. You find one that fits your criteria. How do you, as a male, approach the situation?”

Sweets sat up in his seat, “Divide and conquer.”

“Excellent. What’s first?”

“I have to figure out if she’s game, so I’ll study her. What’s her body language saying? Is she open, is she closed off? Does she engage in physical contact? You know, touch my arm, twirl her hair, that sort of girly bullshit. Does she bite her lip the way Cal is right now?”

I instinctively pressed my lips together tightly and scowled, sending a warning glare in his direction. This drew a few snickers from other Serpents in the room.

“She’s game.” he stated confidently, bumping his knee against mine rhythmically. I felt the heat creep into my face at the contact, noting the several pairs of eyes that watched us closely. “Now she’s upset.” he continued, leaning forward onto the desk in clear amused. “See how she tries to busy herself with her notebook? Trying to pull attention away from her face, bring it to her hands instead. Both are equally appealing, if you ask me.”

I wanted to die right there; instead I leaned forward, hiding my face in my hands. I was horribly mortified with being the topic of conversation, and the target of his banter. The class erupted into a chorus of laughter — I felt my eyes sting with hot tears, my mouth pulling together to hold my composure. I tried to remind myself that one boy and his cocky know-it-all demeanor were not going to set a reputation for me in this pathetic excuse for a school. Once I was sure I wasn't red in the face any longer, I turned to look at him with a vindictive glare, wrapping my slender fingers around my mother’s necklace as he studied me carefully.

Birdy had somehow managed to capture the remaining students attention; the rest of the period had turned into several of the males trying to dehumanize their respective female partners in the same way Sweets had humiliated me. He definitely hated me. I was absolutely convinced that Sweet Pea was over trying to make me blush, or try his luck. I had obviously overstepped a boundary and pushed the line. I couldn't blame his reaction, but still didn't appreciate his need for it. I remained silent for the rest of the lession.

When the bell dismissed the group, I hardly wanted to wait and stick around to get the tailgate of Birdy’s instructions for the reading that night. Instead I bolted from the room, pulling the hood of my sweater up over my head with my chin tucked close to my chest as I bee-lined for the girls bathroom.

The group of girls smoking in the corner next to the mirrors watched me as I barged through the door, my shoulders shaking and my chest heaving with each struggling breath I took, “Get out.” I mumbled. Their faces contorted in confusion, ignoring my words. I tried again, “Get out!” I demanded louder, pointing a shaky finger towards the door.

They retreated slowly, leaving me to grip the sink tightly in solitude, staring myself down in the mirror.

I hated all forms of attention — especially negative attention. Unknowingly, Sweet Pea had just labelled me as a prime candidate for continuous banter; eventually, the rest of the school would find out about our episode during second period, and the entire student body would be watching my every move. I had intended to blend in as best as I could, had even started to wear colours that drew in less attention, courtesy of Danny’s hand-me-downs.

“You look like a mess.” I snapped my eyes up in the reflection of the mirror to where the brunette stood, watching me from the doorway. “Trouble in paradise?” she asked with a snort, moving to the sink next to me. She was just a few inches taller than I was, her brown hair was left wild and curled.

I turned my attention back to the sink, turning the faucet on to watch as the sink filled with cold water. “I’m fine,” I lied, shoving my hands into the cold water. “just tired.” That wasn’t a complete lie — I had been awake for nearly twenty four hours, and I wasn’t exactly known for insomnia.

“Don’t let Sweet Pea get to you.” the girl tried, casting a sideways glance at me. “I mean, that’s definitely expected Sweet Pea behaviour, but never to that degree.”

I dropped my head, pulling air into my lungs with more focus than necessary, “I told him I didn’t like him.” I admitted, turning the faucet off.

I watched the girl raise her eyebrows up in surprise, right before her lips cracked into a large smile and she let out a loud laugh. “Girl,” she cackled, patting me on the shoulder, “that is single-handedly the most badass thing I’ve ever heard — we have to be friends. I won’t take no for an answer.”

I pushed away from the sink, running my fingers through my hair nervously, “Uh, I don’t really do the whole friend thing — but thanks for the offer.”

She paused for a moment, quiet as I gathered my bag off the floor and readjusted my shirt, “I’m Kabrina.”

I halted my movements, watching my reflection in the mirror. I tried to keep the annoyance from striking across my features; honestly, I had wondered if one female companion in this hellhole might ease my conscious. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I folded my arms and turned to face her fully; she definitely filled out more in areas that I lacked. Her hips were set wider, making her waist appear smaller — which in turn made her chest appear larger. I envied that. But she would do.

“Cal.” I said cautiously, extending my hand forward to shake hers. “How did you hear about what happened with Sweets?”

“I sit in the back of the class,” she responded, pulling a tube of lip-gloss from her pocket. “I’ve never seen him more engaged in his education. Which benefits him, I guess, he can’t really afford to fail again.”

I pulled my brow together, following her out of the restroom, “Again?”

“Sweets is a senior.” Kabrina explained, folding her arms across her chest, “Technically.”

“Technically?” I asked, keeping my voice low as we entered the cafeteria.

“No one’s sure if he was held back, or if he missed a year. He was moved around a lot as a kid — at least that’s what I hear.” she admitted, sticking some change into the vending machine. A group of studded leather teens stood on the other side of the bright blue machine, their eyes glued to our figures as she retrieved her juice. We waited until we were out of earshot before Kabrina continued, “He’s a year older than the rest of us juniors, but he’s in all of our classes. It’s probable he failed and was held back.”

I thought back to when Danny had mentioned one of the teens at Pop's was a senior he knew, then nodded slowly to myself as I grabbed her hand and led her to where my cousin’s and their friends typically sat. “Assuming you’re neither Ghoulie nor Serpent, you’re welcome to join us.” I stated, turning to Danny with a smile.

“You made a friend.” he noted, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

I nodded, “I did — this is Kabri —”

“Kabrina Sobon.” Joshua finished, smiling up at her frame as he scooted over, “Southside’s very own bad and boujee.”

I grimaced at his terms, taking my usual seat next to Don. “That’s gross,” I muttered, shoving my hands into my sweater pockets.

Kabrina laughed lightly, dropping her bag onto the table top as she sat in the chair in between Danny and Josh, “What are you girls gossiping about now?” she asked, nudging Josh with her elbow.

“Sweet Pea’s escapade in bio this morning.” Don replied bitterly, looking over Danny’s shoulder to where the Serpents sat tucked away in their portion of the cafeteria. I snapped my eyes to Donovan’s quickly, shaking my head a little.

“What happened in bio?” Danny asked, raising a brow as he looked to me expectantly.

I shrugged, “Typical Sweet Pea behaviour, that’s all.” I lied, trying my best to make it sound as though there was nothing to be worried about. “No biggie.” I added, cracking my lips into a grin.

Throughout the remainder of the day, I noticed that the Serpents had shifted; I had completely overlooked it in my business class, but I definitely noticed in history when Sweet Pea strolled in and shot me a sly smirk before he proceeded to kick out the student from their seat in front of me.

My brows pulled together when he straddled the chair and sat down facing towards me, folding his arms across the top of my desk. His brown orbs were bright and playful, the corner of his lips upturned into a smile that made me want to squirm uncomfortably in my seat. We sat like this for about thirty seconds before I decided to break the silence, leaning back in my chair as I folded my legs over top one another, “Can I help you?” I asked as I tried to feign boredom.

Sweet Pea’s lips broke into a wider smile, “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

I narrowed my eyes, folding my arms across my chest, “Was what I said last night too subtle for you?” I asked, letting my tone slip the slightest to appear condescending. “Because I distinctly remember mentioning that I didn’t like sitting with you —”

“But we had so much fun this morning,” he cut me off, propping his chin up with his knuckles.

“Right. Fun.” I grumbled, flipping open my textbook as the teacher entered the room.

“You don’t think so?” he asked, dropping his face to my eye-level. There seemed to be genuine concern in his features, his mouth and eyes softening the slightest.

“If you insist on making my life here insufferable, could you at least pretend to pay attention in class?” I responded, clenching my jaw tightly after I had finished speaking. I glared past his head, trying to indicate that the conversation was over. Sweet Pea, after careful assessment, nodded once and turned in his seat. I spent the majority of the period staring at the back of his skull, trying not to think of how utterly satisfying it would be to just smack him.

I forced my shoulders to relax as I made my way to my last period, knowing with certainty he would not be there. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, and exited the gymnasium to fill up my water bottle at the fountain just outside in the hallway. Through the tiny window, I could see the top of a familiar raven head. I burst through the doors angrily, placing my open palms on his broad chest to shove him, “What is wrong with you?” I growled, looking up at his height with a venomous glare.

“Easy, princess.” he warned, rocking back on his heels. His arms folded neatly across his chest; for the first time, I noticed the rings on his left hand and the tattoo on his right thumb.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, mocking his stance as I folded my own arms and tried to hold my ground.

Sweet Pea lifted an eyebrow, pulling the corner of his lip up along with it, “Technically, I have fitness.” he replied smugly, his smile only growing further when he noticed the disdain on my face.

“You don’t come to fitness.” I reminded him, narrowing my eyes.

“Maybe I should to start — get my beach bod and all that.” he joked, leaning against the wall beside the fountain. I watched him carefully, then slowly twisted the cap off my bottle and stuck it under the faucet. “I noticed you’re hangin’ with Bri now.”

I pulled my brows together, “Who?”

“Bri.” When I lifted a brow, clearly confused, he repeated, “Kabrina?”

“Oh, her.” I said stiffly, feeling my lips tug down at the ends. “Uh, yeah, she’s a friend. Sort of. I guess.”

Sweet Pea nodded once, shaking his head a little to keep the hair from falling directly into his eyes, “Not exactly the greatest company, princess.”

“First of all, stop calling me princess.” I demanded, twisting the lid back onto my water bottle, “Secondly, I highly doubt she’s worse company than a snake.”

“Ouch,” he pressed his palm to his chest in mock hurt, “That really hurt my feelings, Callie.”

I rolled my eyes, exaggerating the sigh that I let past my lips. Spending three periods a day with Sweet Pea was exhausting enough as it was, and having fitness be the only place I have some sanctuary in this god forsaken hellhole, it was unnerving that he suddenly decided to show up. The semester was halfway over — obviously Sweet Pea was taking torment to a whole new level. Is that what this was? Was he purposely trying to bother me? Did he take pleasure in making me severely uncomfortable? “I’m sure your ego isn’t bruised too badly.”

“I’m just being honest. Sobon is notorious for latching onto good girls and sucking the innocence out of them.” he stated matter-o-factly with a frown. “I’d hate to see such a pretty face crumble.”

“That’s cute,” I responded, feigning innocence as I leaned against the wall and placed a hand on my hip, “You think I’m a good girl.”

His face dropped, causing the warmth in his eyes to disappear as his grin shifted. It was that damn smile — a smile that screamed I should run, caused my stomach and turn uneasily. Definitely the smile of a boy that guaranteed trouble. “I know you’re a good girl.” Sweets moved forward; I felt my body freeze involuntarily as his fingers came up to tuck stray hairs behind my ear, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. “Blonde hair, blue eyes,” he started listing off attributes, his eyes thoroughly scanning over my body, “what — five feet? Four eleven?” Sweet Pea took a step back, tilting his head to the side. “Pouty lips —”

“Stop.” I stammered, standing upright as I smacked his hand away from my face. “Stereotyping me doesn’t make me a good girl —”

Sweets rolled his eyes, “C’mon, baby, you’re killin’ me here.” he groaned, leaning forward with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, “You look like a fuckin’ Northsider that took a detour and got lost — and let’s not forget about the fact that you’re probably the only student here that takes this piece of shit school seriously.”

I licked my lips as I fumbled with the label on my water bottle, “Y’know, good grades mean more post-secondary options, which means moving far, far away from here.”

“You think I could leave?” he asked suddenly, his voice dropping the light-hearted playfulness tone (that I wasn’t even aware it had taken on), replacing it with animosity. “That college is really an option for someone like me?” he didn’t have to say it outloud for me to know what he was referring to. I let my eyes scan over the tattoo on his neck, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. “If you’re as bright Birdy claims you are, then you’ve already put two and two together —”

“And that’s how you’re gonna spend the rest of your life? Under the table drug deals, hanging out at dive bars, reliving the good ol’days?” I asked sarcastically, taking a step towards him. “I really don’t think that’s all you want for yourself, Sweet Pea. Don't you think you're capable of more?”

“It’s not about what I want.” Sweets said firmly, standing upright and tall, “My world is black and white, not grey. What I want and what I’m going to get are two entirely different things.” There seemed to be a sadness to his voice; I tried not to think too much into it. We stood in silence for a few moments, staring at each other blankly before I heaved a sigh and took a step back.

“Well I know what I want.” I replied simply. I had it all sorted out in my head. As soon as I had moved to Greendale, I promised myself that I’d pack everything that mattered and leave the state altogether. I’d head North, end up somewhere just over the border. I wasn’t held to Riverdale or Greendale by any obligations — programs I had already looked into were better in Canada. Cheaper, too. As soon as I graduated, I’d leave. I’d never look back, I’d never come back.

That was a goddamn promise.

I tightened my ponytail and smiled to myself, “I’m getting out of here as soon as I can.”

“Is that so?” Sweet Pea asked, taking a step forward. I hadn’t realized how compromising my current situation really was until my back was pressed against the cool wall, the door blocked by his large frame. I nodded vigorously, not trusting my voice.

Sweet Pea placed his hands on the wall on either side of my head, leaning down so that he could be at eye-level with me, forcing me to keep eye contact. It wasn’t until that moment that I had really (I mean, really) looked at him. His eyes were a pretty brown hue, with flecks of gold around the pupils. There was a faintest hint of warm chocolate freckles across the bridge of his nose, and he smelt like cigar smoke and motor-oil (his breath, however, was minty fresh).

“I don’t plan on sticking around long.” I mumbled quietly, licking my lips again, “Try not to get too attached.”

Sweet Pea smirked, “Promise I won’t if you won’t.” he lowered his hand to rest in between us; his middle finger was extended, similar to how pinkies were extended to solidify promises. I hesitated briefly before I brought my middle finger to his and linked them tightly, pleasantly surprised by his warmth. Using his strength, he pulled on my grip to bring us closer, his jaw working under the skin as he leaned down, warm breath saturating the hair just above my ear, “Now get back to class.”

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so-chaos-killed-the-dinosaurs · 6 years

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Scientifically, there are two SEXES, XY male and XX female, and this isnt even taking into consideration intersex people who have mixed genitals or reproductive organs of both sexes. Gender, however, is a complex identity that can change. Sex and gender are two different things that are easy to confuse, but still different.

No they are not. Also before I get into it people who are intersex have a birth defect it isn’t some type of third sex or gender. A intersex person can be male or female based on if they have a Y chromozone.

And yes Sex and Gender are nearly the same thing, they main difference is that Gender is used when talking about the biological traits of a person. Such as men tend to have more masciline traits or behaviors than otherwise. The biological gender roles we have are driffen by the sex we were born with, our hormones and nerological traits come with our gender. Human are still animals and if you look at animals you can typically see Gender roles carried out by the males and females that aren’t social constructs but biological roles. It isn’t a gender construct that after the egg is laid the male penguin carries it around while the female goes hunting for fish then once she returns she takes over carring for the then born chick while the male goes to get food for the first time in several months.

There are traits that men typically have and that women typically have that is due to the difference between men and women. (No i am not saying that the two are not equal different does not = unequality.) Men and women brains are different, in their sizes and how they function. Men and women both learn better in different ways that is a known fact.

But what is a social construct is some of the gender geared things like clothes, the clothing we like is not determine by our gender it is just general preferance. If you like mascline clothes but are a girl that does not make you any less of a girl it just means you like that clothing. Growing up I liked things typically geared towards boys such as video games, super heroes, and play fighting. I don’t like wearing dresses often and prefer pants over anything else, but that doesn’t mean I am suddenly a boy, or part boy part girl. Or that on the days I want to wear more feminine clothing I am suddenly more of a girl than I was a day before. It is just preferance and has no real effect or anything to do with Gender. (For example I had a dance I had to go to and I didn’t want to wear a dress so me and my mom where out shopping till we found an apropriate outfit to wear that would allow me to wear pants or something pants like. And I still love wearing it today nearly 3 years later.)

Gender geared toys, clothing or other items are a social thing because they are decided by the society you grow up in, my dad owns a kilt and likes to wear it when it is hot outside, that doesn’t mean that him wearing basically a skirt makes him more of a girl and that type of clothing is common for men to wear in certain culutres and societies. I ancient Japan it was considered better for a man or be delicate and pretty, they valued that over masciline men. It’s a society thing not a gender thing. Valued or normal things change with society, for example in western countries you often find that people find being tan to be better and look better, we have people using spray on tans or tanning beds to make themselves darker. Meanwhile in Japan the pailer you are the better, because if you were very pale in Japan it meant that you where wealthy and didn’t have to go outside to work. It was considered a desired and liked trait, people in Japan will use skin lightening products and Japanese women carry around umbrellas when outside to keep themselves out of the sun.

For example a trans person is still either a boy or girl, they are just either a boy who feels better presenting as a female or a female who feels better presenting as a male are still either a boy or girl. Blaire White is a trans girl, but she is still a girl. She is still a biological Male but is a Girl.

And yes a person is free to identify as they want to, but other genders than boy and girl are not scientifically sound. If a person is not gender conforming that does not mean they aren’t the gender they are.

For example:

“Aliusgender– A gender which is removed from common gender descriptors and guidelines.”

No it just means you dont like things that society has determined to gear towards your sex/gender.

“Ambonec– Identifying as both man and woman, yet neither at the same time“

This one litterally contridicts itself. If a person Is like “I am a woman today but yesterday I was a man” is madness, If one day you wish to have a vaginia but the next day you want to have a dick then you need help. And no being like “Today I want to wear woman geared clothing and yesterday I wore man geared clothing” is not a gender thing it is a personal like/dislike thing. I’m currently wearing a shirt from the mens department at Kohls and pants I got in the woman’s department, that doesn’t mean that my top half is a boy and my bottom half is a girl.

A person can not be one gender one day and the other one the next, whenever I have seen someone talk of gender and it not be boy or girl all they have mentioned about their other gender has actually nothing to do with gender and all to do with things like what they like to wear or grooming or how you feel that day. There are days I feel more masciline and days I feel more feminine, but I am not changing genders.

One of the reasons I like discusing and arguing is that I’ve tended to get along more with men than women and those are things I have often seen boys do and that I like. I love martial arts and fighting because it gives me a adrenaline high that I love and it makes me happy. I like helping my dad build stuff and working with more masciline geared things.

And the reason I am talking about this so much is because that’s all I ever see when it comes to “other” genders. It is just things they like and feel not anything actually bioloigcal. Heck when “what gender do you ID as” quizes tend to run along the same line.

And I get why some people may think that societies gender geared stuff may change or make their gender different, heck I was like that once.

When I was little I didn’t want to be called a girl, I wanted to be called a tom-boy. For me and my sibilings a person could be a range of things from: a girly boy, a boy, a tom boy, a girl or a girly girl. But the reason we thought that way was because of what we had seen in the media, girls like me or were like what I enspired to be where called tom boys, girls who would wear girl clothes but still be kinda tough where girls and then girlly girls where the girls who had all fancy hair and make up and whined about their shoes getting messed up and their nails getting ruined. For an example from Sweet Life of Zack and Cody: Max was a tom-boy, Maddie a girl and London a girly girl.

But that is because that is what we heard them called, and as I grew up i realized that while I acted like how characters who were tom-boys did I wasn’t anything less than a girl. And that girls could still like boyish things and boyish clothing and still be a girl like every other girl. That it was just what I liked and that that didn’t make my sister any more of a girl than me or me any more of a boy than her.

If you would like to see some videos on the subject that I agree or at least like here are some.

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abundantchewtoys · 4 years

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Homestuck Candy p6-8

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Let the parallels continue!

Cool, so Jane, in full depression from her campaign coming to a screeching halt, looks up Jake in his mansion. Just as how she called over Jake to her office in the Meat timeline.

And this time, too, someone is hamfisted into drinking a beverage they rue. :P

I thought for a second that the sound of breaking glass & shooting was Jake getting frustration out of his system. That wasn't the case, but he had some profoundly wise words to say about his relationship with Dirk. Too bad that they come from him drinking too much - he probably won't remember half of his epiphany.

And now, too, Jane and Jake's flirting comes to an unsatisfying end. Although it stays more sweet (appropriately), Jane is again reminded of exactly what drove her off of Jake in the first place.

Interesting to learn she went with Jade and Jake on an excursion, though! I suppose she was looking for a good business venture, perhaps.

And I like how Jane remembers Dave droning to her about the economy, and the exact phrase he used. She's still ignorant about her own privilege though - the only business degrees she has are HONORARY, after all!

As for Dirk - I wonder if he might slip in the same feverish state as Rose in the other timeline, now that his plans can't be executed, as he's not in the "right" timeline.

It was also interesting to see how Jane and Jake, like Roxy and John, have an instinctive understanding of the nature of their timeline. We didn't see that (yet) with Dave, Karkat and Jade.

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Oh. My God.

Gamzee's been appointed as the family pet. And he sees himself now as some sort of Cupid. Gog.

He also seems to be attached to Calliope somewhat, which might be because he identifies her as one of the Mirthful Messiahs. Or it's just cause she asked for his release. Which, you could say, might be why he first went to take care of her and Caliborn - in gratitude.

Meanwhile, Roxy seems to be a lot more preppy and girly than in the Meat path. I'm starting to wonder if that's in part Gamzee's doing, not just the effect of "not caring"? Or... You could theorize part of her/their behaviour in the Meat path was also because the bridge with John was definitely burned. I mean... Nah, you know what? I'm taking a page out of Dirk's book here - let's just say that right now, her inner thoughts are still inscrutable. :P

In any case, Gamzee was very sinister there, throwing his lumbering form around. It reminded me of the fact that Gamzee's been theorized to be the largest of the trolls.

The fact that he was lumbering behind Roxy, a Void player, and John made that cutting sign across his neck, had all sorts of implications, too, what with Equius' end.

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Ah yes, there's the diabetes. :P

First off- heck yes, Swifer Eggmop has ascended her meme status! She was named by the fandom, as she appeared in one scene in the snaps during the Credits. (Also, heheh - Swifer no swiffing!) Now, will Eggmop ever meat “egg boy” (John as nicknamed by Gamzee)? :P

And then - it's good to see how Kanaya had some state of mind in this timeline to sway the public opinion towards the troll side by getting the papers involved. Even if it might not even be necessary anymore - the other candidates might not have all that much interest in Responsible Troll Reproduction like Jane.

Pfffff, that a Serket would be born though - and yes, I've noticed the page number - is one thing. But that Kanaya feels compelled to raise is, and Rose goes along. :D That's so surreal.

I'm getting the impression that this epilogues is going to vear into Uncanny Fluff Harmonystuck more and more, after the previous page and this one. I mean, I already kind of figured, but now I'm getting a sense of the shape this could be taking.

I think there might actually be a few weddings in the future.

It's going to be interesting to see John's reaction to it all. I'm getting the impression that he might remain the most normal out of everyone. I even start to wonder whether he's going to be the only one leaving this timeline in the end. Maybe, but maybe a few other characters are going to keep their heads screwed on right as well.

It doesn't appear to be Rose and Kanaya though. I can't say it wouldn't be pretty karmically satisfying - imagine a Vriska (or Aranea) raised lovingly, having a good mother figure. And none (or little) of the bad influence of Alternian warmongering cultere.

I figure this Serket could theoretically be raised to resemble Beforan Vriska - though even then, without the unfortunate tendency to cuddle her "lessers". With how Rose was a Light player, and Kanaya having intimate knowledge of her personality traits - she could actually end up FUNCTIONAL, Jegus forbid.

This was another way in which this timeline is a direct mirror of the Meat path - Vriska is (re)born!

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iwannabearomancewriter · 6 years

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Chapter 1:

Five years later…

“Here he comes!” I hear frantic whispers from outside my sad excuse of an office behind my circulation desk. I rolled my eyes to myself. I can hear all of the yoga pant wearing stay at home moms shuffling over to the window that faces the park and the playground. I chuckle remembering one of the younger volunteers sharing a joke with me last week about how the yoga pants were sad because they'd never be used for their intended purpose. I am wearing my most professional librarIan apparel of black pants, form-fitting white button down with black cardigan, and sensible black Mary Janes. Yes, it was the typical uniform of the mourning, but I wore it with style. I had lost my married weight over the years, so I now wear fitted women's shirts with pride. I pushed the tips of my shocking red bangs off my face for what seemed like the thousandth time today. In a moment of weakness last year, I decided to chop off my flowing waist-length locks only to chicken out after the stylist slashed only my bangs. So, now instead of looking classic and stylish, I looked like a recovering lobotomy patient. This afternoon I am hiding in my office trying to avoid the well-meaning moms who feel the need to find me my next husband. I've told them I will never remarry, but they think if I just meet the “right one” I’ll change my mind. I haven't told my library moms with their 2.5 kids about my gay ex-husband, so they think my attitude is unjustified. Ha! As if. My ninja skills are severely lacking because I can see through the window that someone has discovered my super secret hiding place. My assistant leans in the doorway with the biggest grin on his face.

“No playground for His Hotness today, Olivia! He's got a bag on his shoulder and he's headed this way!” Mark has a glimmer in his eye. He’s drunk the soccer mom, delusion-inducing Kool-Aid right along with the rest of them. These people think a middle aged librarian with no man and no prospects needs saving. Not bloody likely. I'm not British, I just like that phrase.

“Ladies... And gentleman.” I clear my throat to give all of the moms a chance to face me. Every week. It's like after they gave birth their hormones could not be stopped by logic or librarians. “It appears as if our bi-weekly entertainment is heading our way. Quickly return to your seats and buckle your smirks and sighs until the DILF has left the premises.” I kid you not, this spectacle I am witnessing happens twice a week. Mr. Hot Dad brings his daughter to the park twice a week. Of those two days, one of them includes a special visit to the public library to exchange his daughter’s books. The moms and Mark make quick work of looking like they weren't totally drooling over the man-candy now walking through the door. Their conversations start in the middle of sentences like they’ve been talking his entire time. Damn. They are good! In walks a man sent from the gods of some Latin country where men are steeped in the fine art of machismo… In a good way. Manliness just envelops him. You get too close, you could burn right through your panties. Papí struts back to the children’s section looking straight at me with an expression on his face that could be interpreted as “I am the man of your wettest dreams” or “Did I leave the iron on?”. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that this incredible specimen of man-candy does not iron.

I try to look as cool and calm as possible. I hate having to talk to the man when all of the hens in the henhouse are listening and watching. I and my total awkwardness around this man are their favorite form of entertainment.

Don't get me wrong, I love these ladies and their kids. Most of them are wealthy families who, upon discovering the Little Missus would be bringing forth their progeny, made sure to read every parenting book. Good, upper middle-class, hard working families who want to give their kids a head start in life. Their fervor for their children drives them to teach little Gertrude how to read by the age of three. Their children are smart, hardworking, and well rounded by all of their books and extracurriculars. Plus, I love my regulars. My stay-at-home moms who are just looking for something to fill the time until their darlings are ready to be driven to soccer, swimming, gymnastics, chess club; you get the idea. But through me they get to live vicariously. And they think this is a good thing! Little do they really know.

Forget that I'm a professional with an advanced degree attempting to teach their kids to have a lifelong love of reading. Forget that I've spent the past five years getting divorced, getting my Masters, and getting a real job and a comfortable enough existence after my husband left me… For Steve. God. Can this be over now? They all think this married guy is great practice for getting my confidence back. I just can't bring myself to tell them that the good lovin’ days are gone. Or more accurately, never were to begin with.

“Excuse me? Are you the librarian?” the extra tall panty melter with the broad shoulders and the hella deep baritone asks assertively.

I straighten my shoulders and walk out of my office with a forced smile on my face. I extend my hand politely, “Olivia Hastings. Yes, I'm the librarian.” I look him in the eye trying to convey that this is my domain and you will not fuck with me, but as soon as our eyes meet, that's when time stops. Happens. Every. Single. Time.

His eyes. I am such a sucker for brown eyes, but these are such a deep brown that I can't tell where his irises stop and pupils begin. I have never seen such lush eyes in my life. His eyelashes are so long that women across the planet are crying at the unfairness of it all.

He’s still shaking my hand... I think.

Is it warm in here? Or have I finally entered menopause? Sure I'm only thirty nine, but it could happen. It ain't like I'm getting any younger.

The heat radiating from my reproductive organs has been kick started after at least five years of neglect. Definitely not menopause. Good to know.

I drop my hand like it's on fire. On fire from the hotness standing in front of me. Gah! Get it together Olivia! He's a dad. He's a married dad! Dad, dad, dad, dad… DAD!

I lower my eyes to floor hoping to all things holy that he did not just hear my internal dialogue.

“Sebastian Arroyo. Pleasure to meet you.” I can almost hear a faint smile along with a very faint accent in his voice. Dios mio! Mr. Hot Dad shall henceforth be known as Señor Papí Calienté. Spicy! No. Picanté! Muy bien. Yep, he heard you. Stop it.

I look up at him again attempting a genuine smile, and I can feel my skin blush from the top of my head all the way to my girly parts. And when redheads blush? There's no hiding it. Nope. He knows exactly what I'm thinking or he's the most clueless DILF in North America. I see a mirthful light dance in his darkest gaze. I lower my eyes to the floor again.

“Is there something I can do for you, sir?” Or to you? Stop now!

“Yes. Mrs. Hastings…”

“Ms.” That wasn't obvious or anything. I cough to clear my head more than my throat. “Ms. Hastings.”

“My apologies. Ms. Hastings” he tilts his head forward just a bit, like he’s bowing his apologies. Nice. “I just finished talking to my daughter, and she reported to me that she has lost one of the books we borrowed months ago,” he states.

Oh yes. His daughter, Alexis. That poor girl. She loses everything she touches. With a dad that well put together, you'd think some of that Type A would have rubbed off on her, but, alas, no. Clueless would be a polite term for Alexis. And mom? She brings little Alexis by the library, too. However, she doesn't pay nearly as much attention to her daughter as Señor Papí does. Plus, the little missus might have been pretty once, but now there's so much plastic involved in her features, it's hard to tell what is her classic beauty and what is manufactured tripe. And you know that it's poisoned her brain as well. Ditzy as the day is long. What he sees in that god-awful woman I can only guess. And my guess? Papi here fell in love with whatever freaky shit she did with that pussy, and girlfriend fell in love with his cash. A marriage made in heaven. Insert eye roll here.

“Yes. I know Alexis,” I smile as sincerely as possible and direct my gaze to his ear. “Very sweet girl. I love her to pieces. But, she does have quite a difficult time keeping track of her library books,” and her brain.

Olivia, behave. It’s not like you're anyone to talk. How many times have you lost your keys today? Four and it’s not even noon. Pot? Meet kettle.

I attempt to look him in the eye again, but I just can't seem to do it. The stupid things flitting across my thoughts will blurt out if I don't keep my wits about me. The brief look I get of his face has me quickly turning away from him. Oh, look! My computer! I can use that for looking up books… And… Stuff. Go there, Olivia. The computer is your friend.

Mr. Arroyo follows me to my desk and speaks again, “Yes. This past year has been difficult for Alexis. Her mother and I,” he looks around the library as if to make sure he's not overheard. “We separated back in January. She has taken it very hard. Also, the custody arrangement is not ideal. I am not there to help her stay organized, and her mother, how can I say politely?… The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

Holy. Shit. Señor Calienté is Señor divorciado Calienté! So he does see that his ex-wife is a plasticized ho. I gain a little respect for him in that moment, and I do a little dance inside my head. Right, Olivia. Like you've got a shot with this guy. The last man who got a piece of that is gay, remember, sexy lady? Okay, it's not like you turned him gay, that's not how it works and you know it. Still. You have less than a zero percent shot with Papi here, so keep it real, babe. Now, act like you know your business, and let the nice man-candy go on his merry way.

Reality throat fucks dicks in hell.

“Well, looking at her record, I can see that the book she lost is only a $4.00 paperback. I'm happy to just waive the cost, now that I know what's going on at home,” I reply with as much concern, gravitas, and not-glee in my voice as I can muster.

“Oh, no. That is not acceptable,” Sebastian replies forcefully. My eyes drift to the floor again. Would you look at that awesome industrial carpet? Oooh! A dime! I bend over to pick it up from the floor, and now I have something else to keep my attention. Score.

“Of course I will pay for the book,” Mi Papí continues. “I just wanted to make you aware of Alexis’s predicament. Divorce is hardest on the children, wouldn't you agree, Ms. Hastings?” He lowers his head to try to look into my eyes again, and his tone holds something I can't put my finger on. Our eyes connect, and it's like he can read me like a flashing sign on the strip in Vegas. I would almost wager that I can hear a tad of something lustful in his voice, and it's not just my overactive imagination. I swear!

“Well, speaking from experience, sir, I think divorce is hard on everyone involved,” I reply softly. I cannot believe I just said that. I said those words, and I looked through my lashes as I said them. I am flirting with him. I don't flirt with anybody. I gave up that dream a long, long time ago. What thirty nine year old divorcée librarian would dare flirt with a man so obviously out of her league? And seeing as most men that I find attractive are out my league? This is why I don't flirt. It's bad form for someone like me. We stand for several beats holding each other in our eyes. I could be mistaken, by all rights I'm sure I am, but I really think I see a little flirt action coming off of him, too.

No. Way. No way does Señor Calienté flirt with Olivia the Spinster LibrarIan. In no universe does that happen. Ever.

“Please,” he says, “Call me Sebastian.”

“Oh. Of course, sir,” I reply hastily blushing all the way. “Sebastian. Sir. I'm sorry. Good manners were drilled into me since birth,” I continue blushing wildly and rushing my words. I flip the dime over my fingers like I'm attempting a magic trick.

“And may I call you Olivia?” he asks so sweetly. I raise my eyes thinking, Honey, you can call me anything your little heart desires.

“Yes. By all means, please. Olivia… Yes… Sir… Sebastian,” my words just sort of stutter and putter until I run out of steam. You are so the epitome of smooth. Wow, a baby’s butt has nothing on your smoothness.

Sebastian pulls out his wallet and removes a ten dollar bill. “Oh,” I say shaking my head, “Please. On the house. I insist,” I move to push the money back towards him, but I stop short knowing if I actually touch him, I will most probably spontaneously combust.

He gets it, I think, because a small smile and that light in his eyes returns as my eyes quickly return to the beautiful industrial carpet.

“And, Ms. Hastings? Olivia?” He pauses. I would bet a million dollars he's doing that bending down thing to get me to look up again.

Why is he pausing? Why is he… Oh. Oh god, no. Nuh-uh. He wants me to look at him again. Please no. I can't. I hear a small cough. Shit. Piss. Fuck.

I look up reluctantly. The smile has given way to a stern, serious line of gorgeous lips.

“Thank you,” he says straightening his back as my eyes return to his. Cha-ching! One million dollars for the lucky, lucky lady! I see he's holding a card out to me. “Make sure to contact me in the future when you need anything to improve...,” and I swear he pauses. Pauses! “... The library you work so diligently to maintain.” It's not a request. The severe look on his face and the authoritative tone of his voice leave no doubt his words were most definitely not a request. They were a command. A command to call him when I need anything to improve… The library. With a pregnant pause. That pause was purposely left wide open for me to fill in with my pervy commentary. He just commanded you to call him. No. Olivia. Yo clueless? You have got to cut back on the alpha-male romances. That man did not command you. He's a lovely gentleman just looking out for his daughter and the library he supports. Señor Sexypants wouldn't flirt with some lowly libraran unless he was just doing it to make you feel better about your lot in life. Take your pittance, use him for your fantasies, and move the ever loving fuck on with your life.

I reach to take the card from him, and Señor Smoothness grabs, raises, and turns my hand over. The fire of passion blazes in the in dark centers of his eyes. I can feel the warmth of his exhale as he places the softest kiss on the inside of my wrist. White heat inflames my nethers. Guh. Ladies and gentlemen, all logic and reasoning have left the building. And the wetness in my panties could save California right about now.

“Thank you, again. Olivia.” He makes sure to enunciate every syllable of my name. He places the card and the ten dollars in my palm, folds my fingers around them, and gently releases my hand. Sebastian quite pointedly sears through my inhibitions with his dark, lush stare. Then, he smirks, turns, and walks out of the library.

What in the holy mother of hell was that?

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patticakespinup · 7 years

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My wonderful day with gorgeous people at London Edge 2017…

So we left off with me being ready to leave the house on the morning of London Edge here. I hopped on a train and aimed for Kings Cross station, where I was meeting Kerry, Tanya and Boo for breakfast. I had a bloody lovely portion of eggs Florentine at The Parcel Yard and enough coffee to fully open my eyes.

Lipstick on and outfits adjusted, we were met by Tanya’s friend Rhina. She is truly one of the most adorable, feisty, intelligent woman I’ve ever met! She is yet to blog, but definitely has a lot to say, and is a sucker for vintage reproduction clothing. Check out her instagram here. She’s also a world-renowned expert on pineapples and the family they come from, Bromeliads! What an amazing lady.

We made our way over to Islington and walked from Angel up to the Business Design Centre, where we met the one and only Lottie L’amour! Absolute. Bloody. Babe.

Cue some lovely blogger group pictures:

Rhina, Lottie, Me, Tanya, Boo and Kerry

Firstly, can we just appreciate how much of an effort the team from London Edge put into this February’s event. The hall was well laid out, easy to navigate, and looked magnificent from the restaurant balcony:

Now, I’m not gonna lie, it felt pretty good to see the name of my little ol’ blog wrapped round my neck on a Press Pass. What a long way we have come! I also retrieved my exclusive invitation for the opening party that evening, which I’ll talk about in my next post…

Another thing I think all events should offer is a complimentary shot bar upon entering. It didn’t hurt to start my afternoon off with a tasty Jägermeister Spice!

As soon as we walked through the entrance, we were met with a flurry of colour from Extreme Largeness. I’m no stranger to this brand, as little-emo-me happily spent money on their kitshy jewellery and accessories when visiting Manchester’s Afflecks in my younger years. As I’ve stated before, London Edge is a trade show and not a retailing event, but the guys from Extreme Largeness had a few baskets of goodies for sale. Look at these beauties I’ve added to my tropical collection!

Joyful, aren’t they? Anyhoo, I knew we had a lot to see, so hurried along with the group to see what was next. We were casually enjoying the sights of the first level, when I positively squealed with joy at seeing the sign for Le Keux Cosmetics. I’ve followed the beautiful Lynsey and her sister, pin-up model Diablo Rose, for many years now. They have created a pin-up empire involving salons, events, wedding services and a cosmetics line. Lynsey is an inspirational entrepreneur and it was wonderful to meet her and discuss her brand.She was incredibly sweet and clearly passionate about pin-up styling.

We discussed the range and she suggested one of us try a lip paint on. Tanya fancied matching her dress, and I happily became the impromptu makeup artist:

Lynsey was then sweet enough to offer Tanya and myself a lip paint of our choice. Tanya chose the super-cute Diablo Rose shade and I opted for Cherry Bomb, planning to do a review in the not too distant future and see how it compares to my vast collection of red lippies! My nearest Le Keux salon is in Leeds, but there is also a salon and diner in Birmingham. Lynsey was alone on the Sunday as it was Diablo’s birthday, but I managed to pop back the next day to meet them both together. What a gorgeous pair they are!

Moving up to the second tier, we were lucky enough to network with some of the biggest alternative brands in the industry. Getting a sneaky peek at the new Lindy Bop fabrics and designs sent my heart all-a-flutter, especially the Jackie Kennedy style two pieces:

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One stall I’m really happy I found was Nic Love. In a world where kooky acrylic designs are ten-a-penny, Nic Love has some genuinely gorgeous and unique ideas, specialist lashes and gliters. I was especially smitten with the Egyptian Drop Acrylic Earrings, I have a feeling they will be sneaking into my wardrobe very soon!

Heading over to the Collectif stand, I was momentarily stunned to see New Zealand’s finest pin-ups in the form of the beautiful Victory Violet and Soda Fontaine casually mooching around. Was I a massive fan-girl? Course I bloody was:

Once a gaggle of pin-ups had formed, the press decided this was a great photo and asked us to pose. I can’t find any of the professional pictures just yet, but I do have this snap of us with Collectif’s dream team Julia and Pippa:

Collectif had some gorgeous new prints in, and their S/S17 lookbooks are going to be mega colourful! One thing that really caught my eye was their lineup of Lulu Hun sandles on display. This collection positively screams ‘summer’s here!’:

To be honest, I doubt my wide feet will fit in these styles. I spotted some other gorgeous shoes at the Banned/Dancing Days stand, with a great choice of flats too! Again, they probably aren’t wide-feet-friendly, but nearly every pair has a matching handbag/purse which is just as adorable:

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After sobbing over dainty shoes, I had the pleasure of meeting the stunning Scarlett Luxe. You may be familiar with her gorgeous face if you’ve shopped with Deadly Is The Female, Voodoo Vixen, and recently Lindy Bop! Another babe I’ve been following for years, she was super sweet and ready for selfies:

With tired feet and dehydration, we wandered up to the restaurant to refresh ourselves. At this point, I was just about to sit down and guzzle a litre of water when Tanya beckoned me over to speak to two lovely ladies. They introduced themselves as being from Iron Fist, and they wanted to take something back to their head office to prove the demand for alternative plus-size clothing is real. Let me tell you, if I were wearing sleeves, I would have rolled them up dramatically and begun a powerpoint presentation! Instead, we had a lovely chat with them and they filmed the entire thing, promising it would reach someone of influence within the company. Watch this space!

We sat to watch the catwalk show, which only disappointed me slightly as the music and graphics were fantastic but the models were extremely generic and had no alternative flair. This is a far cry from the actual alternative models and bloggers that were circulating the event, so I preferred to see what they were wearing instead of the catwalk.

I had a short but sweet chat with Lottie and Hayley before the group decided where we were going for dinner. We all wanted to have a decent rest as we would be on our feet later on at the London Edge Show Party that evening.

Saying goodbye to these two girlies, we headed over the road to Byron Burger for a decent sit down and to refuel. It wasn’t long before I re-assumed my position as MUAH and redid Taynya’s face and hair. I was quite pleased at the result with my limited resources!

Phew! Now it was time to Party!

London Edge 2017: All of the Babes My wonderful day with gorgeous people at London Edge 2017...

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