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#TOT THAT IS HIS CRINGE MOMENT

norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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More fernando plsssssss you write him so goooood

A/N: Alright, how about some Dad!Nando

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," He whispers rocking side to side holding his little boy Leo. At only 36 hours old, Fernando was utterly raptured with his son. "You're not my only sunshine, your Mommy is my other sunshine." Kissing his son's wrinkled brow.

Leo whines, Fernando acts quick going back rocking side to side, Leo settling fast. "If I could freeze this moment forever I would." Fernando pulls his attention from his son to his wife. "Hey, sleep some more." You twitch, cringing at the pain that moves throughout your body.

"Can't, to damn hungry." You grumble craving nothing more than, "I got you a double stacked burger with 2 large fries, ketchup, ranch, and honey mustard and I had them put all the toppings to the side so you can build it however, and if you don't want the fries I got you bacon cheese tator tots." Your mouth waters at all the food.

"Fuck, if I could marry you again. I would." Your husband smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead. "You got the privilege and hardships of caring him. Let me do everything else for you two." He whispers, sitting on the edge of your bed. You eat happily, even sharing a couple of your fries.

"I love you." You sigh, full and food gone. Leo still snuggled into his father's arms. Fernando has moved fully onto the bed leaning back as you two watch your son sleep. "Thank you, for this." He whispers back, you leaning into his side.

"I'll gladly give you another," He starts to smikr going to make a smart remark but you stop him. "But, maybe another 2-3 years first." "Deal."

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thewritersaddictions · 5 months

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Day Eight: John Price + Here Comes Santa Claus

With Christmas right around the corner, things were always so hectic around the barracks, especially since this year you had signed up your husband to be Santa Claus for the Toy for Tots Christmas donation.

All parents from around the area could bring their kids to 'meet' Santa Claus, and then they could bring toys. Toy for a meeting with Santa Claus that was the idea. And a lot of people had signed up, like a lot of people. It was just that your husband didn't know he would be dressing up as Santa or that it was in less than a few hours.

You knocked on your husband's office door. "Come in." His accent is thick. As you open the office door, the cigar smoke filters out of the room. A smile is crafted on his face almost instantly as he sees you walking through his doorway. "Hey, sweetheart." He puts the cigar down into the ashtray to give you all his attention.

Patting his lap, you walk over to him. Sitting down quickly, you wrap your hand around his neck to support yourself on his lap. "What is my beautiful wife doing in my office at this hour?" He asks, checking his watch. It's just after noon, and you still have yet to tell him that he's gotta be ready for the kids in just a few hours.

I smile at his words. "You make it sound like I snuck into your office." You joke. "Well…" You smack him with your hand on the shoulder as his wiggling brows.

"I came in here because I have to tell you something." Worry flashes over his eyes, but you shake your head. "I'm fine, and no, I'm not pregnant." John shakes his head with disappointment, "We'll get you there soon enough." You smack him again.

"Out with it then, sweetheart," John says as he picks up the cigar. Taking a resounding hit, you wiggle in his lap. "I might have signed you up as Santa Claus this year, and the kids are supposed to be in just a few hours." You say quickly, most of your words tangled together.

John cocks his head to the side. "What, honey? You did what?" John asks, "You're Santa this year!" You say with a faux smile on your lips. You're waiting for the shout. Waiting for his grip on your waist to become sharp and for him to tell you he's not doing it.

Yet that never comes. Instead, he takes another resounding hit from the cigar, and then he's thinking. His brows furrowed together on his forehead, and his grip never tightened. "You signed me up for the toys for tots thing, didn't ya?" He asks. You nod in his lap. He shrugs his shoulder and stubbs out his cigar.

"You should have told me earlier so I didn't smell like smoke in front of those kids," John says as he taps your waist a few times, telling you that he wants you to get off his lap. You move quickly off his lap. "You're not upset with me?" You ask, cringing at how your words sound small, and you're visibly shrinking as your husband stands. "Of course, I'm not upset with you, baby. Just wish I had a little heads up beforehand," John tells you.

He gently approaches you, kissing your forehead, "So where's this Santa Claus costume?" Your husband asks you with a wink. You stand there for a moment. Staring at him in all of his English glory. "Follow me." You mutter as you walk ahead of him.

The time goes by quickly. When the kids get there, John is dressed up like Santa, and when the kids notice that he doesn't have the iconic white beard, he's got an answer for them. "My beard only gets long and white when I've met enough good boys and girls." You laugh in the corner at his answer to the kids.

You watch your husband with the kids, how he warms up whenever a kid introduces himself to him. You ponder for a moment about what he had said earlier. Maybe a kid in your life wouldn't be such a bad idea. Your own little family to celebrate Christmas with every year.

Completed on: 11/21/23

Posted on: 12/08/23

Call Of Duty Tags-

Call Of Duty Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

#call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #fluff #fem reader #female reader #requests are open #open requests #requests open #christmas celebration #day 8 #john price #john price x reader #john price x you #john price x y/n #husband!price

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justagirl-with-aphone · 10 months

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-My Personal Support-

Use of the nickname “Princess”, pinning, mentions of breaking, lots of cursing

Pro Hero Bakugo X Personal support team leader -not proofread-

You were just happy to find a job that wanted you for your set of skills, you happily became apart of the dynamite agency’s support team. During your introduction was the first time you saw the infamous, Katsuki Bakugo. Known for his brash tongue and little patience, your coworkers warned you to stay on his good side. Working your way up, before you knew it you were promoted to being his personal support item “tailor.” At this point, you had only really seen the man a few times, seeing how he treated some of your coworkers had you worried considering no one in your position kept their job for more then a month. ‘Why me?’ You questioned miserably, at least you got a private office...

A strong knock on your new office door pulls you from your misery. “Come in” you saw curious as to who it was considering you didn’t have anything going on for another ten minutes. But of course, Bakugo showed up early, the big man entered the room with a scowl. His calculated glare looked as if he was picking you apart right then and there, looking for a reason to fire you. no, that can’t be right...Right? I mean you just got here, so what reason does he have to hate you? Greeting him with a cheery smile, which he does not return, you sit down in front of a computer, inviting him to sit across from you. “What bring you in?” you ask, needing to know what to do. The blonde gives a shrug “dunno, I was dragged here against my will by that fucking bitch.” He states boldly, slouching in his chair. “’that bitch?’ who might I ask are you referring too?” You ask, since you obviously weren’t going to get any information out of this guy. “None of your damn businesses” The blonde rolls his eyes. You stare blankly at him, trying to process how this asshole was a hero. “Dynamite, I kinda need something to work with... Has something of your’s broken or do you want something added to your costume?” The motherfucker just shrugged. You were starting to see hwy people couldn’t stand him. “Can I get ‘that Bitch’s’ name so i can contact her and ask?” His eyes squint and he smirks, this was a game to him, and you could tell. “If you were any good at your job, you would know what I needed, do your research, someone as unprepared as you doesn't deserve a job as good as this one” The man across from you continues to spit nonsense into your face. You had enough, fuck this job.“An idea sir, maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would realize that not everything revolves around you and your problems. So how about we start over, what can I help you with?” You kept your “Cheery customer service” voice on but there was venom present in your voice. The blonde was taken a back for a moment before getting up and storming out of the room. You just knew that you were getting fired, and you cursed yourself for not keeping your mouth shut. You needed this job. But you never got the call notifying you that you were being fired. Reluctantly, you came back the next day bright and early, only to be met with him sitting in your office chair. you met eyes with the man and he got up, starting to walk over to you. “You don’t need to tell me, I’ll grad my stuff and lea-” you started rambling only to be cut off by Bakugo pinning you against the door, confused and frightened, you could only stare in terror and listen. “Lets get one thing straight, princess” He mocks, “You aren’t going anywhere, I wanna see how long that tough girl act will last. I’m gonna have fun breaking you like the rest.” Practically growling in your ear. He blows in your face leaving you stunned, while he slips out of the door, shutting it behind him... Leaving you, a mess of emotions, fear, confusion, but that doesn't explain the color growing in your cheeks...

Fist ever time writing anything like this, if you couldn’t tell, It’s probably a little cringe ToT didn’t know if I wanted to make this head cannons or a short fic

Hope you enjoyed tho :) and should I continue this story?

#~girliewrites~#mha #mha katsuki #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha #fanfic #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo x self insert #pro hero bakugo x reader #pro hero bakugou #mha fanfiction #mha fic #bakugo #bakugou #bakugo katsuki #kasuki bakugo

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thatseventiesbitch · 11 months

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Hey! Can i ask for “Do you know you're pretty” for the prompt ask? it's for Mom Donna and young Leia, i love mommy donna!! ty 🥰🥰

Thanks for the ask! Prompt Ask Game

Halloween, 1984

"Alright, where is she?" Eric came into the room, camcorder first. The bulky Sony device sat on his shoulder, and he pointed the lens towards the bathroom door expectantly. "Where's my little lady?"

"Hold on," Donna said through the closed door. There was some shuffling. "I'm putting the finishing touches on her make-up."

"Okay," Eric said, entertaining himself by zooming the camcorder's lens in and out. "Well Daddy's ready with the camera."

A few more minutes passed before the door finally creaked ajar.

"Go on," Donna encouraged Leia. "Go show your daddy."

Leia bounded from the bathroom and into the hallway, her arms proudly gesturing to her elaborate costume and face make-up. Eric ooh'ed and ahh'ed, and prompted her to do a twirl for the camera.

"Wow, her costume came out great," Eric said, kissing Donna's cheek as she emerged from the bathroom behind their daughter. They both looked at Leia affectionately. "Do you like it, baby?"

Leia nodded vigorously. She grabbed for her Jack-o-Lantern candy bucket, swinging it with carefree abandon. "Let's go tricker'treatin'!"

The little family made its way outside to the front of the Forman's house, where they joined her grandparents. Donna and Kitty had Leia pose for one more photo on the front porch, when the entire family heard a familiar screech.

"Uh!" It was Michael Kelso. He'd walked up from the street, two small children holding his hands. "Whoa," he chuckled, eyeing Leia's costume. "What the hell is she supposed to be?"

"She's a gooey eyeball, Kelso," Eric shot back at his stupid friend. The cutest gooey eyeball he had ever seen.

"Yikes," Kelso continued to chuckle. He gestured to one of the tots who held his hand. "'Least Betsy wanted to dress up as somethin' normal. And pretty." The little girl was dressed as a cowgirl.

"Hey - " Donna interjected now, frowning from the porch. She gestured to her daughter, the eyeball. "She's pretty!"

"Yeah," Kelso agreed, rocking back on his heels. "Pretty gross."

"Well, yeah. 'Cause I did such a kickass job with her make-up," Donna acknowledged proudly. Eric and Kelso both nodded.

But now Donna dropped to her knees, meeting her daughter at eye level. "Leia, you know you're pretty, right?" She braced her hands on her shoulders, awkwardly, around the sphere of her costume. "You know that you can be smart and strong and different and pretty all at the same time, right?"

"I know, Mama," Leia said, touching her mom's face gently. She smiled. "Like you."

"Aw!" Kitty clasped her hands together, tearing up as the mother and daughter embraced. "That was just - so, so touching!"

"Yeah," Red said. Even he had a smile on his face. Then he glanced at his son and cleared his throat. "The kind of moment you'd want to capture on video."

Eric cringed. "Yeah. About that." He'd lowered the camcorder from his shoulder. "It ran out of battery like... two minutes ago."

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Bff!reader and Bruce as tiny tots? Alfred being a good dad is like crack.

Alfred pulled up to the curb and took a deep breath, his heart aching.

Bless your dance teacher, who stayed with you, waiting for someone to come collect you. At least you weren't just alone, sitting on a bench under a street light- but. You looked so small.

"Where is Nanny Sarah," he asked, sternly.

'No one came," you tell him, shrugging. Your voice small.

"Then you'll come with me," he said, picking up your dance bag and offering you a hand, nodding at your dance teacher.

He squeezes your small cold hand gently and takes you to the car, opening the door for you. "Are you hungry, sweet girl?" he asked.

"It's late. No one has to cook me anything, Alfred," you sigh, buckling your seatbelt and curling on the seat.

"That isn't what I asked, did anyone at least send you a snack?" He knew it was showcase week. They were putting pressure on you to be successful. To be seen. Scouted.

"Miss Lena said I'm getting fat."

Alfred cringed, looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Your face hadn't changed. You didn't even sound upset- it was just a fact. Barked at you, he was sure. "Well that is decidedly not true," he said calmly, fighting the urge to turn the car around and go shout at that woman. "When we get to the Manor, I want you to get a shower and some pajamas. I'll call your brother and inform him that you're perfectly safe. And in the morning I will deliver you to school with Master Bruce."

"I can stay at home-"

"Certainly not," he said sternly. "You're 10. That is too young to be home alone. I'll have dinner ready for you when you've had time to get ready for bed."

For a long moment, you're quiet. Wiping away tears you don't want him to see. "Thank you," you murmur.

"It's my pleasure, Miss Y/N," he said, softening his tone.

________

Alfred watched you holding Emma's hands above her head. Laughing at her clumsy, chubby little legs trying so hard to be like you. "You're so pretty," you tell her, scooping her up and tossing her gently, kissing her and tickling her until the room was full of shrieking toddler laughter.

"My clever girl, you're learning so fast!"

You let go of her, setting her back down and kneeling behind her, gently moving her feet into the right position, watching her face in the mirror to see if it was uncomfortable for her. To see if this was too much for right now. "Good Job!" you tell her. "Big stretch- yeah! Just like that!"

"Alfred-"

"Shh-" he scolded, hushing Bruce, "You're interrupting dance class."

"Pretty, mommy?" her little voice asked.

"So pretty," you tell her, kissing her head. "Let's get you a snack huh? See if there's some watermelon in the kitchen."

"Yum!"

And when you straighten and stretch your back; grinning when you hear Emma yell "Daddy!" as she runs as fast as her chubby little legs can carry her into Bruce's arms, you melt.

"I'm pretty," she declared giggling.

"Just like mommy," he said cuddling her, "Did mommy say something about a snack?"

"Watermelon," she said nodding.

"Well let's go see?" He said, kissing you hello before taking Emma, giving you a little time to finish stretching.

"Did you need something?" you ask Alfred, yawning.

"No," he said simply, watching you stretch. "Just enjoying dance class. You know how excited I get about recitals."

"Am I pushing her too hard?" you ask, meeting his eye in the mirror.

"Miss Y/N, can I speak freely?"

"Have I ever stopped you?"

"No," he admitted. "But sweet girl. In all the time I watched you dance, I never saw you enjoy yourself that much. She's just a little girl spending some time with her mummy. Miss Emma wants to be just like you. And I can't think of anyone better for her to emulate."

"Thank you," you murmur, feeling your face heat.

He nodded, "She's never going to wonder if she's enough," he said, offering you his arm when he stepped away from the barre. "Even if she doesn't dance," he said patting your hand, "she's never going to forget that you think she's pretty."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #bff!reader #anon ask #ask answered #minors dni

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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futurebritishgentleman · 9 months

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hihihi I want to draw more stuff like the dust stream art, but I want to know you and satelites favourite bits from the streams first >:)

if you can list some (even if they are very very silly) please do! Sillier the better - Soweli-musi

WAAAAA THANK YOU!!! though it’s hard to remember all of the funnies (and i feel a bit vain for picking out funny moments from my own streams…) some that come to mind

-emmy’s cringe compilation

-my friends asking about who the hell clive is near the end of unwound future

-nukathing’s increasingly deranged nicknames for hershel and randall during the akbadain exploration

-RANDALL THE MUMMY

-mg kidnapping luke to which my friend marcie says “HE’S GOT LUKE. QUICK. KILL HIM” and my friend unknownautistico saying luke is being carried like a handbag/purse dog

-my attempts at voicing mg with a mouthful of ice cream and the shame i felt upon realizing i was loudly clinking my spoon while randall was monologuing about his whereabouts

-the sand. THE SAND. LUKE IS DROWNING IN SAND THERE’S SO MUCH SAND

-sycamore/descole’s entire character. like goddamn. my wonderful lovely cohost knocked it out of the park making sycamore a quirky northerner that likes snowmobiles and hockey and talking about how pregnant he is

-layton gets heatstroke in san grio and dies

-sycamore tries to covertly hand layton a tater tot

i’m sure there are plenty more i forgot but these are just some of the more memorable things i could think of

#inquiries #lykos-the-daemon

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levitatingbiscuits · 1 year

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I posted 7,384 times in 2022

176 posts created (2%)

7,208 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 512 of my posts in 2022

#fandom wank - 31 posts

#my writing - 22 posts

#anonymous - 22 posts

#ask meme - 11 posts

#pro jedi - 11 posts

#star wars hot takes - 9 posts

#pro jedi order - 8 posts

#fic idea - 8 posts

#sheev my beloved - 6 posts

#pro katara - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#but because boba is a maori man and fennec is an asian woman they dont give a shit that the objectively more boring character stole boba's

My Top Posts in 2022:

I don't go here but I have been seized by the idea for an obikin au

OK so imagine: Obi-Wan and Anakin are celebrity actors. They run in totally different circles; Obi-Wan acts in dramas and arthouse films and keeps getting snubbed by awards ceremonies, but he's got a dedicated fanbase of cinephiles raving about his acting techniques and how he masterfully embodies every character etc. etc. He doesn't make a whole lot of money, but he's an ✨️artiste✨️

Anakin, meanwhile, is an action hero blockbuster star. He's the type who has a toxic and devoted Twitter standom, a cult of cringe nerdbros worshipping him a la Elon Musk or Keanu, a fuckton of RPF, the works.

Their fanbases HATE each other. They're convinced from the bottom of their hearts that the 2 are bitter rivals. They pore over interviews and tabloids for the slightest HINT of animosity. Obi-Wan had to private his Twitter account because of the barrage of hate from the Stanakins. Anakin has never been cast in anything artsy because all the auteurs are on Obi-Wan's side, so he's stuck doing Marvel movies and action franchises while Palpatine, Disney's greedy CEO, uses him as a dancing monkey.

The thing is, Obi-Wan barely knows the guy?? They were both discovered by Director Qui-Gon Jinn and acted in one film together (Anakin's debut as a child star), after which Obi-Wan got dropped from the mainstream like a hot potato, but he's not bitter about it. Sure, it would be cool to have a star on the Hollywood walk of fame and a mansion in Beverly Hills, but he's proud of his career (even if Palpatine's bought off everyone to ensure he NEVER gets an Oscar. Or a Golden Globe. Or a kid's choice award.)

Unbeknownst to him, Anakin's actually his biggest fan. Obi-Wan's the one who inspired him to get into acting, Anakin's seen all his films, he may or may not have posters from Obi-Wan's short-lived teen heartthrob phase, and Obi-Wan was so nice to him in the one family film they co-starred in when Anakin was a tot.

He's also stupid, and he's got Palpatine and Jinn in his ear, so he genuinely believes the tabloids and gossip blogs when they say Obi-Wan hates his guts. He's heartbroken, but he's sure not gonna SHOW it, so he lets people believe he hates Obi-Wan and does nothing to stop his fans from being awful to him. (He might even want to punish his favorite actor for not liking him back, because Obi-Wan said in an interview that he's never even watched Anakin's movies! EVERYONE'S seen Anakin's movies!! That's obviously a snub!!!)

(Obi-Wan hasn't even seen his own movies. Screens give him migraines.)

But everything comes to a head when ambitious young director Padmé Amidala casts them alongside each other, 10 years after their last film together...

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Reva lay perfectly still beside the cooling bodies of her crechemates, and tried very, very hard not to cry.

The clone troopers with blue paint on their armor were roving around throughout the fallen forms scattered like trash all over the temple. Occasionally, a blaster went off. The lightsabers, in contrast, had all long since gone quiet.

If they find me, Reva realized, they’re going to shoot me.

None of the clones were on the walkway anymore, at least not for the moment. They had seen Knight Skywalker swing at her, had seen her fall along with all her brothers and sisters. None of them noticed that his saber hadn’t cleaved all the way through her helmet; he’d swung too high. Maybe he was more used to killing people his own size.

Younglings weren’t a threat, not like knights or masters. She supposed that that’s why the clones were checking the grown-ups’ bodies first.

She slowly moved her arms underneath her, choking back a whine when her elbow hit something fleshy and crispy and small enough to roll away. She thought it might have been a piece of either Mirax or Phad, but she couldn’t bring herself to check who it belonged to.

Reva got on her hands and knees and crawled. Over Tane, around Muna, their eyes staring at her unseeing as she left them behind. She was slow, playing dead whenever the Force told her to, hiding in plain sight. She’d always won hide and seek when she played with her crechemates. All she had to do was find somewhere to hide, and then she’d be safe.

She didn’t know how long she crawled, inch by aching inch. Long enough that bluish predawn light was starting to show through the windows. It had been nighttime when the attack started, but before bedtime. She thought, for one detached, floating moment, that the commissary droids might be making breakfast right now, unaware that no one was coming.

Reva heard boots marching against the marble floor, mosaics scuffed with the remnants of deflected blaster shots, and froze, heartbeat rabbiting in her throat. A panel in the wall beside her opened; a cleaning droid, barely tall enough to reach her knees when she was standing, beeped frantically and corralled her into the network of tunnels throughout the temple that it and its brethren used to move around, then slammed the panel shut behind her.

“What’s that?” said an indistinct voice from outside, slightly distorted by a helmet.

“Cleaning droid. Keep moving, trooper, we need to round up any traitors that might be hiding,” came an identical voice, and the boots she’d heard earlier marched away.

The tunnels were cramped, but they were a great hiding place. She just had to go further in and no grown up would be able to reach her, because they wouldn’t fit. Especially not… him. He was too tall. He’d towered over her, in the few seconds he’d looked at her before he—

Reva started crawling again.

The tunnel came out in the nursery. She wished it hadn’t.

Most kids came to the Order after a few years, when their Force sensitivity started manifesting, but a lot of people left their newborns on the Temple steps if they couldn’t or wouldn’t take care of them. The babies weren’t always Force sensitive, but they needed a place to stay until the Jedi could find them an adoptive or foster family. So they stayed here.

Or they had.

Reva didn’t look too closely at the overturned cribs or the little bundles of blankets on the ground. She didn’t want to know if this had been Knight Skywalker’s doing or a clone’s. A lot of these kids never would have become Jedi, anyway, but they’d died just because the Jedi had cared for them when no one else would.

Reva heard a soft, frightened coo. She whipped around, and saw two huge eyes peering at her from inside a wastebasket in the corner. The baby squeaked and hid, the lid coming down as they ducked to hide.

“It’s okay,” Reva croaked. All at once, tears flooded her eyes. Someone else had survived. Another youngling had survived.

She crept over, knelt, and opened the wastebasket. She stuck her hand in, tentatively patting the little head. She carefully lifted the baby out when tiny clawed hands reached for her, frantically hushing him when his big dark eyes started to grow wet.

“Please, Grogu,” she implored, “You have to be quiet.”

Grogu was still a baby, but he was also almost 30 standard. He was the nursery’s longest resident by far. He’d only just begun to walk, which is most likely how he escaped the fate of the other infants; the clones hadn’t known any of them could do that yet. Grogu was supposed to move into the creche with the big kids and begin training with them in only a few months. Master Yoda had been so excited.

Knight Skywalker hadn’t known Grogu could walk, either; before last night, he’d avoided all the younglings like the plague. He’d been nicer when he was younger, but then he turned nineteen and something had changed.

“It’s all right,” Reva whispered, bouncing him slightly in her arms. “I’ll get us both out of here alive, I promise.”

915 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

it’s so funny when people think cody is the boring clone trooper when cody literally body slams his metal opponents. cody is the MOST crazed he’s just a goddamn professional about it

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I love Mandalorians so much. They're all digging their own graves all the time and arguing about how this method of grave digging is much better than that OTHER guy's method of grave digging. Sometimes they get into wars with each other about whose grave is better. It never occurs to them to stop digging.

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My #1 post of 2022

Sometimes, when Luke wondered about his father, he thought he might have remembered him. Just a little bit.

He remembered warm arms holding him close. He remembered sad blue eyes. He remembered a hoarse voice swearing to watch over him.

He’d thought he made it up. First, because Uncle Owen had gruffly told him that he’d never met his father before he died, and then because he’d learned exactly who his father was and what he was doing during Luke’s childhood. An empire isn’t built in a day, after all.

But when he asked Leia about their mother and listened to her talk about remembering her face so clearly, he couldn’t help but wonder who that man with the bristly beard and the tired eyes had been.

3,805 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

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janedoe-ing · 1 year

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rating my random usernames over the years

MissForever24

-10000/10

no cuz wtf is this like what the actual hell is happening here... idk how and why i thought this was cool.... like okay miss forever 24????????????? out of all??????????

nuw.singe

- infinity/10

another fucktard move from me and i CRINGE so bad remembering how i used to simp over william singe in form 2.... like at freaking 14 y/o???????? and the way i acted like he's like so handsome and shit, and if i remember this correctly i did TRIED to convince myself that hes good looking (lmao v funny and pathetic for a lot of reasons) HES NOT EVEN HOT OR HANDSOME BRUH (his voice is but THATS NOT THE POINT)

imalivingmeme

8/10

i feel like this era was really good for me since i feel like that username really belonged to me, chose this one bcs i used to give like these weird faces and over exaggerated reactions (like a meme) when people are talking to me somehow #peoplepleaser101

but still, i do feel like this username was a match in heaven for me since i liked it sm back then bcs i felt like it was made for me specifically

imahidupmeme

8/10

tbh the same as above, just i adjusted it a little bit bcs my twitter got suspended lol i used these random usernames most of the time for my twitter account and guess who got their twitter account suspended for the 9274828484894 time ;)))))))))))))))))))))

1M4L1V1N9M3M3 / 1M4H1DUPM3M3

7/10

again, just another version of the username said above, and tbh i couldn't remember which either of these two i did use (lol) but im more convinced on the second one

and yes, the way i came to this version of the username is bc my twt acc got suspended (again) and i saw a lot of these aesthetic/twt accs that i really liked reading having similar type of username (like using numbers and stuff) so i felt like i shd make one as well

totjanedoe

9.5/10

ah yes. my depressive and emo phase. LOL.

i came to this one bc i was depressed in that moment, so the only thing i kept thinking of was k-lling myself, and how i wished to be unknown, like nobody like remember me and stuff if i really died.

so i got the inspo from the horror movie of the autopsy of jane doe where jane doe means like a female corpse who is unable to be identified/nobody came to claim (basically unidentified female corpse) and tot is d3ad in german.. so... yeah...

the literal translation of it is adeadunknown but then i modified it into totjanedoe, and here it is, my present username.

707J4N3D03

100/10

again, another reciprocation of the username above just in a more aesthetic towards twitter kind of way lol but yeah definitely into this username A LOT (at the moment)

honourable mentions that didn't get to be finalised by me:

tomyamayampercik

2/10

i remember thinking abt this in seseri in the shower when i was showering with uni, and i talked abt how i want to use that username for my new twt acc since the old one got suspended and i was waiting for spm to end so i could make another one (my current twt acc btw)

plus i was hungry and craving for dm's delicious tomyam and ayam percik when they had that menu back when we were in form 1 (I LIKED IT SM I MISS IT)

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mommyhot3lbows · 10 months

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rating my random usernames over the years

MissForever24

-10000/10

no cuz wtf is this like what the actual hell is happening here... idk how and why i thought this was cool.... like okay miss forever 24????????????? out of all??????????

nuw.singe

- infinity/10

imalivingmeme

8/10

but still, i do feel like this username was a match in heaven for me since i liked it sm back then bcs i felt like it was made for me specifically

imahidupmeme

8/10

1M4L1V1N9M3M3 / 1M4H1DUPM3M3

7/10

again, just another version of the username said above, and tbh i couldn't remember which either of these two i did use (lol) but im more convinced on the second one

totjanedoe

9.5/10

ah yes. my depressive and emo phase. LOL.

i came to this one bc i was depressed in that moment, so the only thing i kept thinking of was k-lling myself, and how i wished to be unknown, like nobody like remember me and stuff if i really died.

the literal translation of it is adeadunknown but then i modified it into totjanedoe, and here it is, my present username.

707J4N3D03

100/10

again, another reciprocation of the username above just in a more aesthetic towards twitter kind of way lol but yeah definitely into this username A LOT (at the moment)

mommyhot3lbows

100/10

honestly this sounds so goofy and so me at the same time i like it. the inspo behind this username was actually from liesa bcs she enjoyed playing with my elbows so much bcs its 'tajam' and this instantly reminded me of the 'daddy long legs' phrase i cant remember where its from but basically i adapted it into my version and here it is..

honourable mentions that didn't get to be finalised by me:

tomyamayampercik

2/10

plus i was hungry and craving for dm's delicious tomyam and ayam percik when they had that menu back when we were in form 1 (I LIKED IT SM I MISS IT)

#hot3lbows lists 🪴

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desushiii · 1 year

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Flirting isn't for me

I tried flirting, YES I know it's not a big thing for you but IT IS FOR ME. I am 21 years old now and I admit that I am starting to think that indeed I am antiromantic btch. so here's the story. I am yes a GHORL. I would say I do only crushes in the past years of my life and yes NBSB (No boyfriend since birth) kinda vibes.

The whole fiasco of this pandemic I was living in my small comfortable room and doing online classes and plates and shit, and countless of crying over a spilled coffee blablabla. August came and that is the official face-to-face classes of the year whatever fastforward. 1st term starts and the first major subj was this and that and my friends and I had been simping over this dude (as a joke) cus yes he cute or whatevah and after a weeks or two idk after party happen in our department and ddl are near but we don't care cuz we need to boost ourselves and party. that time at the party coincidentally this dude we're simping now my "crush", Yes I'm sorry I get really attached to people when I find them ok and start fantasizing and the feeling follows. Anyways i don't want to go on the details of what rlly happen at the party but it was fun ANYWAY. My fcollege friends presssured me to chat him in messenger just to ask him whats the name of the guy they introduced to us last night. AND SO THIS FOLLOWS ME trying to flirt text him giving him cheesy lines the obv. not my doing.. MY FRIEND is the one who keeps tally on what I should reply and what i shouldn't do and all that time I was ofc having butterflies but at the same time disgust or whatever OVERALL it was all uncomfortable for me to do because maybe I am not used to talking to guys malice of just being more than friends, OKAY? I am not used to this, so every possible cringe scenario you could think of was not me, I say it was Sharon, the hoe, the alter ego of mine doing all that crazyy stuff.

It was as if I was the guy and he was the girl I was trying to pursue, i felt weird and my pride went oop- so yuh drunk text came and the tipsy was me. I chatted him on msgr and say these very stupid line (trns. eng) "is it okay if I like you and you like me too" and my world started to crumble since then, but he just replied to me "are u drunk?" and so i said no any way he redirected the topic to something else so I was disappointed, and the more I try to cultivate some info abt him the more I realize I don't like him, and we're not a match and we won't click ever. so I stopped. OFC I was sad at the moment because heres the plot twist.

BBtch he like my other friend in shs and now in college likeeeee dude. I was maaaaaaaad like why did he not tell me that he liked someone else whilst I was talking to him nonstop atm. Gurlllll that was the flag I've been looking like I tot he's not some other dude who do shit but HE'S THE DUDE THAT DOES SHIT. WTF. and so I stop, I ranted to my friends and so they did and the end. BTCH u tot that was it??

so here another story.

My other friend saw this flower lying around on the table at school which is a flower that u specifically serve on a death table, you know that white one.

I was typically the crazy hoe who would suggest "oooh let's give this to a random guy and act as if we're flirting" teehee. atm we both didn't wear our glasses on so we can't see shit nor read shit and heres another plot twist, HE WAS THE GUY who received the fuking flowers and i just wanna say i wanna get hit by a bus and truck, a car, a bike anything JUST LET ME GO BYE BYE. That was the most embarrassing thing I've ever did because I ghosted him! and I kno he didn't care that I stop talking to him and then here it is.

The other plot twist! He drunk text me, he apologize for getting my flowers when he is the one who fuckkin get it out of my hands when in fact his bff should be the one to receive it. So anyway I told him the truth abt the flower thing and it's like a reverse uno has been played and I was the one who wasn't interested talking to him blablabla that was the end haha

And this is when I realized flirting isn't for me.

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thatwildnya · 2 years

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a commission from @sugarandmelody ! thank you for the cash cash money love~

Headcanons for Floyd, Rook, Sebek, Cater, Ruggie, Azul and Trey with a S/O that cheekily pulls affection gestures like this randomly:

"Hey, you have something on your cheek! *kisses cheek*"

"Ugh, this is so heavy, can you hold this for me? *commits hand holding*"

"Oh, what that on your shirt? *hugs boy* Oops, it's just me. :D"

under cut so it won’t take up dashboard room~

Floyd

omg he loves it so much

thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

you will get squeezed whether you hugged him or not

and this boy happily returns the favor

“Ne shrimpy, what’s that around your waist?” que the hugging

definitely a good go-to when he’s moody

his favorite is any that gets him a hug

“Hey Floyd, ya got somethin’ on your shirt!” the eel frowned, looking down to check his uniform.

“Eh? There’s nothing-” “oops, it’s just lil ol’ me!~”

It took a moment for him to connect the dots. And when he did, a wide grin grew on his face.

“Aww, Shirmpy~” he cooed, returning the hug, “if you keep being cute like that I’ll hav’ ta squeeze you~”

Rook

how adorable! ah, the beauty of your cute nature is magnificent!

loves the pleasant surprise of your cheeky, well, surprises

this man will bask in any attention you give him

and this is no exception

starts doing the same to you, and it makes everyone cringe

Epel has more than once pretended to gag at you love birds

Vil just shakes his head, but doesn’t interrupt just rolls his eyes

You’d been silently staring at his face for quite some time now. You seemed to be focused on a specific spot, did he have that on his face again?

“Mi amour, is there something on my face?” “yep! It’s this~” he leaned in to receive the kiss, returning the favor by giving your own cheek a smooch.

In the background Epel gagged. Vil smacked his head, scolding him to stop being so childish.

Sebek

he enjoys it, despite his grumblings

do it in front of his dormmates and friend group to tease him

he starts to expect them after a certain time but still gets flustered

might pull a reverse uno on you when you’ve been together long enough

he fell for your cute nature in the first place so please do this often

a sure way to distract him when needed, especially if you want attention

“SEBEK!”

“WHAT?”

“LOOK OUT!”

“FOR WHAT?”

You flung yourself at him. The halfling caught you with zero hesitation. He glared at you. You stared back innocently, batting your lashes.

“I hate you.” “love you too~”

Cater

jesus crispy immediately asks you to do it again the first time so he can record it for magicam

bro please put the goddamn phone down-

but he seriously thinks it’s tots adorbs

definitely starts a trend

gets a goofy grin whenever you do it

“One more time! Please, do it for the magicam!~” you sighed, a pout on your face.

“This is the fourth time! I’m done after this, you hear?” Cater gave you a kiss as thank you. He positioned the camera, aaaaand... action! But instead of kissing his cheek like all the other times, you grabbed his face and licked his mouth.

The ginger jerked back, shocked.

“H-hey! No fair!” he whined as you laughed at him, “that’s cheating!”

Ruggie

also gets a goofy grin, with a side of his signature laugh

he’s a sucker for hand holding whore so please pull hand holding ones often

definitely does the same to you, but pulls much more sneaky ones

and they may or maynot involve stealing your food-

Leona gets so annoyed seeing y’all together ugh couples

“Hey, kitten, I need you to hold something for me.” you looked up from the sandwich you were enjoying. “Um, no?”

“Wrong answer~” he snatched the remaining of your food, eating it in one chomp. He took your hands and placed them on his head. He looked at you cheekily, his tail wagging. You sighed but gave in, giving him the ear rubs he desired.

Azul

sososo flustered at first but quickly becomes accustomed to it

the twins tease him every time

and he despises it SO. MUCH.

will get payback by asking you to sit in his lap to warm him up

his heart does flips whenever you pull a kiss one

he loves your kisses so much

“Angelfish, how do I look?” Azul stepped out of the changing stall, showing off his new suit. You gave him a one over, frowning.

“... There’s something missing.” he raised an eyebrow, playing along, “oh? What’s that?”

As you went for the kill, the octomer pulled a fast one on you, capturing your lips with his own. He chuckled at your pout, giving your forehead another kiss as an apology.

Trey

it’s the small things that get him flustered

so this is obviously a perfect way to throw him off

always chuckles at your shenanigans

sometimes he’ll use his hat to hide his face-

prefers you don’t do it around his dormmates, they’ll tease him

“Your hand looks heavy.” “huh?”

You slipped your hand into his, giving his a squeeze.

“So lemme hold it for you~” A few moments of silence followed before he laughed lightly. He returned the squeeze, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Thanks sugarcakes, I appreciate it.”

#twst #twst hcs #twst headcanons #twst x reader #trey clover x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #cater diamond x reader #rook hunt x reader #floyd leech x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #romantic twst #nya's writing #twst commission #twst x reader headcanons #twst x reader hcs

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 2 years

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Life As We Know It | Part 17

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Tagging: @thirteenisles @matbaerzal @mcmo-anon @texanstarslove @matbarzyy @hockeywocs @ggggmoneyyyy @tysonjost-taylorsversion @toplinetommy @fiveholegoal @itrocksmysocks @joelsfarabee @barzysreputation @iangiemae @stlbluesbrat @c-tangerine @canadianheaters @jeylia-haj @roopehintz @dreamsndior @beauvibaby @2manytabsopen @nazdaddy @sorryjustafangirl @fallinallincurls @pastelpapermoons @hockeybabe87 @kayt-marie @heatherawoowoo @islesnucks @whoeverineedtobe @ohpuckyeah @tpwkstiles @mf-mightyducks @day-dreamerr @ficsilove10 @notaccurateornice @rapidfever @hoodpankow @oopsiedoopsie23 @haylie-mcc @jostyriggslover96 @newlibrary @honestreputation @the-philthepill13 @justanotherfansblog @great-puck-work @yzas-stuff @sidscrosbyy @teenagekook @svechnikolan @lovethepreds @strong134 @dylancozzys @gravyoverall @lena306 @caelum-the-part-time-acosmist @taiter-tots @canesjedi31 @kq9003

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: None.

Comments: Sorry this part is shorter! NYE was originally gonna be in this part, but I thought it flowed better by adding it to Part 16! Also keep your eyes peeled for Part 18 because I’m almost done it! xx

Anthony really, really, really didn’t want to tell Connor what happened. Or, in better words, what didn’t happen. But he also knew he couldn’t not tell her. He couldn’t keep her under the assumption that he did make a move because then she’ll talk to Tess thinking he did and that would ruin everything.

So, he had to swallow his pride and text Connor back.

Nothing happened

He looked at the blue text bubble before he added,

The moment got ruined

He put his phone down on his chest before rubbing his eyes as he replayed the night before. He really had to come that close to kissing her. He couldn’t blame the twisting in his stomach on the drinks he had the night before as he grabbed a pillow and pressed it over his face with a groan.

He wished he had kissed her, and he wished it had gone well so he could have woken up with her in his arms and so that he could kiss her again this morning. He was so close to having her the way he wanted, but it slipped right through his fingers because of a glass.

Anthony didn’t know how long he laid there in bed playing the whole night over imagining if things had gone differently and how great it would be to wake up with her next to him, her hair messily spread across the pillows and so effortlessly beautiful, but he was pulled out of his thoughts by his phone vibrating on his chest, and he really shouldn’t have been surprised to see Connor’s name across his screen.

Anthony groaned again before he took a deep breath through his nose and he answered the call.

Connor’s voice immediately filled his ear, not bothering to say hello before going off on him. “I fucking fed this to you on a silver platter. How did you fuck up this golden opportunity?!” She shouted and Anthony had to pull his phone away from his ear. If he wasn’t awake before, he certainly was now.

“Good morning to you, too,” he sighed into the phone before rubbing his fingers over his brow. “I tried, okay? I fucking tried but Syd broke a glass and Tess jumped and I kissed her cheek.”

“You need to kiss her. You two are meant to be together,” Connor told him firmly.

“I’m trying,” he sighed, draping his arm over his face. “I want to, I really do.”

It was Connor’s turn to sigh and she frustratingly ran her hand through her hair while looking over at Mat. “Okay, well, there’s like two weeks before the All-Star break, so if you don’t make a move by then, we’ll have figure something out after we get back.”

“Yeah…” Anthony nodded to himself. “Maybe I can ask her to be my Valentine.”

Connor winced, “that’s pretty cringe, Beau.”

“Tess loves Valentine’s Day,” he told her softly. “It’s her favourite holiday after Christmas.”

Connor was quiet for a moment. “Okay, not so cringe now. That’s cute in context and I will definitely consider that when I come up with a plan.”

“Jee, thanks,” he groaned.

“Well, you clearly don’t have a plan so someone has to come up with something,” she told him before her voice softened. “I just want you guys to be together and happy.”

Anthony went so quiet she thought she had lost the call and she had to pull her phone away from her ear to make sure it was still connected before he eventually whispered, “Yeah… Me too.” Connor opened her mouth to reply, but Anthony cut her off. “I’m gonna go though…” He cleared his throat, “tell your boyfriend to stop spamming me with tiktoks of kangaroos.”

Connor’s groan made him smile despite the torrent of emotions in his chest. “Yeah… yeah, I’m trying. Trust me,” she told him.

Anthony laughed into the phone before saying goodbye and ending the call, letting his phone fall back against his chest. He laid in bed for another moment or two before he finally peeled himself out of bed to start the new year, and he really hoped that this year he and Tess could take a new step.

But, it wasn’t like they could take that next step without someone making a move, so, following Connor’s advice, he decided that the start of the new year gave him the perfect opportunity to start dropping some hints. Nothing major, just some… Lingering touches he hoped would test the water ahead of Valentine’s Day. If she pulled away from him or brought it up… Message received. But if she liked it… He’d ask her out for Valentine’s Day.

A fool proof plan, in his opinion.

(Connor was not consulted.)

But, he wasn’t the only one eyeing a next step in the new year because Sorel took her first steps in the beginning of January.

Neither of them were expecting it let alone ready to see their little girl up and walking.

Anthony had just gotten back from morning practice and after saying hello to Ellie and Tess when he let his hand rest low on Tess’s back as he hugged her, he went to the kitchen to make some much needed lunch. “I’m gonna make a chicken Caesar wrap, do you want one?” He asked Tess.

It took Tess a moment to find her voice, still feeling his hand on her back. “Uh, sure, thanks,” Tess replied as she sat down in the armchair and reached for her cup of tea, trying to swallow back how much she liked his touch, but her eyes wandered over to Anthony in the kitchen. She couldn’t help it, he had just gotten back from practice so his hair was all fluffy and he was wearing grey sweatpants that hugged his ass and thighs. It really wasn’t fair how effortlessly good he looked and she wished she could just run her hands over him. She felt her cheeks heat up at the thought.

But Tess wasn’t the only one watching Anthony’s every move.

Sorel watched him from her playmat, but she wasn’t content with how far away he was and she gripped the edge of the couch and pulled herself up. Tess should have been watching her, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from how tight Anthony’s shirt sleeve was around his bicep as he cut up the left over chicken breast from last night’s dinner.

She completely missed Sorel steadying herself on the edge of the couch before she let go to take a step toward the kitchen. The first step quickly became two then three and she entered Tess’s line of sight as she tried to make it to her dad.

Tess immediately straightened as she looked at Sorel, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Beau… Beau—Anthony!”she rushed out, not wanting to startle Sorel but also needing to get his attention.

Tess never used his name so he was quick to look over at her with wide, concerned eyes, but his question died on his tongue as he watched Sorel walk toward him on clumsy toddler legs, her hands out in front of her as she looked up at him.

His jaw dropped as he watched her take another two uncoordinated steps before she fell and Anthony was quick to put the knife down and rush towards her, scooping her up in his arms before he kissed her cheek.

Anthony didn’t realize he was crying until he tasted the salt of his tears on his lip as he pulled back to look at his daughter. It felt like just yesterday he was holding her for the first time having no idea how he was going to do this and now she was walking.

It was crazy how fast she was growing up.

He was really starting to understand what people meant when they said they wished they could press pause.

He really wasn’t ready for his little girl to grow up.

He didn’t notice Tess approach them until she touched his shoulder, making him pull his eyes away from Sorel to look at her. Just like him, Tess had tears in her eyes, and before he could stop himself, he pressed a kiss to Tess’s temple.

He rested his head against Tess’s as they looked at Sorel for a moment before he managed to find his voice. “First steps? More like first walk,” he whispered with a light laugh before kissing Sorel’s cheek. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Tess matched his laugh as she leaned into him, wrapping her arm around his waist.

“Neither can I,” Anthony breathed his smile never falling from his lips. It would be so easy for him to kiss her, and as much as he could still hear Connor’s voice in his head telling him how they were meant to be and how he just needed to kiss her, he couldn’t ruin this moment by doing that. This was about Sorel, not him.

So, instead of kissing Tess, he bit his feelings back and put Sorel down on the ground to see if she’d walk again.

She didn’t.

By the time Anthony landed back in New York from a little Ontario road trip, he was exhausted and he couldn’t wait to get home to his girls. He walked on autopilot through the airport, but when he passed a gift shop with flowers by the entrance, he couldn’t help but stop.

Tess loved flowers and he loved Tess.

They didn’t have a wide selection, so unfortunately no orchids, so Anthony picked the bouquet that looked the best. It had roses, pink daisies, and little white flowers he had no idea the name of. He wished they had orchids, but these would have to do and he hoped that Tess liked them.

Once he made it to his car, he placed the flowers on the passenger seat and his bag in the backseat before getting behind the wheel and heading home. Once he parked his car in the garage and he got out, Anthony smiled despite the slight anxiety that twisted inside of him and made his way up to the apartment.

Tess was dusting the living room and she looked over with a smile at the sound of the door opening, but her smile fell from her lips as soon as she saw the flowers in his hands, and a sudden flash of cold went through her body. “What’s that?” Tess asked as soon as he closed the door, her eyes locked on the flowers in his hand. Anthony hadn’t told her he was seeing someone, but it was the only thing she could think about as she looked at the flowers in his hands.

Who else could they be for?

Anthony’s smile softened as he held them out to her. “They’re for you,” he told her softly.

Tess couldn’t hide the look of surprise that crossed her face, “for me? Really?”

“Yeah, of course,” he smiled. “I saw them and thought of you so I had to get them.”

“Oh…” Tess blushed, guilt twisting in her stomach for just a moment before she took them from Anthony and she took a moment to smell them before looking back at him. “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

Anthony bit back a ‘not as beautiful as you’ comment before he said, “you’re welcome.” A soft ache settled in his chest as he looked at her. He loved her so much he just wanted to pull her close and never let her go.

But they weren’t there yet, so he had to watch her walk away into the kitchen to put the flowers in water and he hoped that he’d be able to find a flicker of hope that she could love him the way he wanted her to. He needed to.

This… Whatever they were—friends, roommates, co-parents—it was slowly killing him. He loved her and he’d be happy to stay this way if that’s all he could have, but he wanted more.

It got harder every day he had to pretend he wasn’t head over heels in love with her and falling harder every day and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to pretend much longer. He didn’t know if Tess noticed or not, but he found himself slipping up more and more, his touch lingering longer, a few petnames slipping out, one early morning when he was heading out to practice he caught himself at the last moment to stop himself from kissing her.

There were so many times in the day it would be so easy for him to just kiss her and it was getting harder and harder to stop himself.

He just really hoped that Connor and Mat were right and she liked him back because if she didn’t feel the same…

It would absolutely crush him.

Tess thought she was going crazy the whole week Anthony was home on a homestand because she swore he had never shown her so much physical affection before.

He hugged her every morning before he left for practice, he put his hand on her back or hip when he moved around her in the kitchen, when they were watching TV together on the couch he sat closer than before and more often than not, his thigh was touching hers or his arm was around her shoulder, and he never hesitated to fix her hair if it was out of place, and while she couldn’t place it, the look in his eye gave her butterflies every time.

He was driving her crazy.

He had to be doing it on purpose, but why? It didn’t make sense. But every brush of his touch killed her a little more than the last.

She hated how it gave her a spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could like her back, and she hated even more how his every touch kindled that spark. Even if she did her best to smother that hope as quick as it came, she couldn’t snuff it out completely.

It had to be something else, Tess tried to rationalize. But all she wanted was to just lean into him and soak all the attention and affection up and pretend he meant it the way she wanted him to mean it. But she couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to Anthony if she took advantage of his affection like that.

At the same time, Tess couldn’t bring herself to put an end to it, especially the pre-practice morning hugs. Anthony gave the best hugs and she liked being his arms too much to put an end to those, especially in the morning when his hair was messy from sleep and he looked all soft and snuggly.

There were a couple times Tess found herself pulling up her text thread with Connor while she laid in bed because she wanted advice and to talk about how Anthony was making her feel, but she already knew what Connor would say. She knew Connor would tell her to make a move and kiss him, and there is no way she was going to do that, so every time she found herself closing the app as quickly as she opened it.

But every night when she was trying to fall asleep, Tess played back his every touch and despite the slight ache of guilt, her chest was warm as she pretended that he did mean it, that it could mean something, and she snuggled closer into her pillow like she did Christmas Eve as she pretended it was Anthony instead of a feather body pillow.

And every morning, she woke up cold and alone and less rested than the night before.

Tess woke up later than normal, having tossed and turned all night and she really didn’t want to get up, but she forced herself out of bed before she threw her hair up into a messy bun, pulled her pants on and walked across the hall to the bathroom. The cool, winter air of the apartment didn’t help wake her, only made her shiver, and once she was done in the bathroom, she went back into her room to grab a sweater. She didn’t bother looking, she just grabbed the first one she saw, which just happened to be a sweater that definitely used to belong to Anthony.

She used the sleeves of the hoodie to wipe the sleep from her eyes as she stepped into the kitchen. “Morning,” she whispered. “Sorry I slept in.”

“Don’t mention it,” Anthony told her, watching as Sorel followed Tess through the kitchen. “I made you some coffee, but it’s probably cold so I can make you another cup.”

“It’s okay, I got it,” Tess told him, shrugging as she grabbed the milk out of the fridge and headed over to turn the coffee maker back on.

Sorel watched her with careful eyes, opening and closing her mouth a few times before she reached her hands out towards Tess with a soft but confident, “mama!”

Tess froze mid-step and never reached the coffee maker.

That didn’t just happen, she told herself. She was just hearing things. There was no way that Sorel’s first word was—

“Mama!” Sorel shouted again, more confident in herself as she reached her hands out to Tess as she tried to get Tess’s attention.

Tess’s hands shook as she put the milk down on the counter before turning to look at her and Anthony with wide eyes, her skin paler than normal. Sorel smiled and squealed when Tess finally looked at her and clapped her hands excitedly, but Tess couldn’t find her voice as she met Anthony’s eyes.

Anthony was just as surprised as she was, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open as he looked at Tess. Really, he probably shouldn’t have been surprised. They had been trying to get Sorel to talk for weeks but she never did anything more than laugh back at them, but she’d have to talk eventually. Granted, they had been trying to get her to say “dada” or “papa”… But Tess was always with her. Tess was with her more than Anthony was, and Tess was… Tess was her mom.

Maybe Tess didn’t share her blood or carry her or labour and birth her, but she didn’t have to to be Sorel’s mom. Tess was her mom, and she was the best mom Sorel could have and she didn’t even know it.

Tess’s whole chest was tight as she looked between Sorel and Anthony before she finally found her voice, no matter how shaky it was. “No— I—” she struggled before taking a deep breath. “I’m not—”

“Yeah, that’s mama,” Anthony cut her off with a soft smile, his eyes shining with love as he pulled eyes away from Sorel to look over at Tess. “That’s mama.”

If Tess wasn’t lost for words before, she certainly was now as she held Anthony’s gaze. She opened and closed her mouth, but nothing came out. Sorel reached out to her again, fussing for attention from her mom, but Tess was frozen in place. Anthony’s gaze softened as he looked at Tess before he got up and walked over to her so she could take Sorel.

“Here’s mama,” Anthony whispered to Sorel, kissing her cheek before passing her to Tess.

Tess took her, but she couldn’t stop looking at Anthony. She may have had a look of shock and bewilderment on her face, but Anthony just smiled before he turned to turn the coffee make on and make her a cup of coffee, not that Tess really needed it. She was wide awake now, Sorel’s soft statement making her feel like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her.

Tess had missed the front pieces of her hair when she put her hair up in the bun, which made Sorel happy as she grabbed one of the curls with another soft, “mama.”

The tug on her hair helped pull Tess out of her thoughts and she found her voice as she looked down at Sorel. “I’m here,” she whispered, her voice shaky. Her heart pounded and there was an ache that grew with her every breath. Sorel smiled as she looked up at Tess with her dad’s eyes and Tess’s heart panged before she kissed Sorel’s temple.

“I never taught her to say that,” Tess told Anthony after a long moment. “I’ve been trying really hard to get her to say ‘dada,’ I—”

“Tess, it’s okay,” he cut her off with a smile and a soft shrug. “You’re her mom. You spend the most time with her and you’re definitely her favourite person. Of course her first word is ‘mama.’”

Tess’s shoulders relaxed a little as she looked at him, “you’re really not mad?”

Anthony’s smile slipped, “why would I be mad?”

Tess shrugged, “because you weren’t her first word and because I’m not really her mom.”

“Of course you’re her mom,” he said before he paused, his voice softening. “Unless you don’t want to be?” He never considered that Tess wouldn’t like it, that she wouldn’t want to be, but he realized quickly that it was wrong of him to just assume. Tess was young and, as much as he didn’t want her to be, single. She’s done so much for them already… Maybe this was crossing the line. Maybe she didn’t want to be Sorel’s mom.

The thought made his stomach twist.

He wanted them to be a family and he let Connor convince him Tess wanted that too, and every time she didn’t pull back from his lingering touches, he convinced himself a little more that Tess would want that, but maybe he was wrong, maybe Connor was wrong. Maybe Tess didn’t want any of it.

Tess was quiet for a long moment as she looked down at Sorel.

She loved Sorel, loved Sorel more than she had words to say. Of course she wanted to be Sorel’s mom. She wanted to be Sorel’s mom more than anything, wanted this family with Anthony more than anything. But she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about how complicated this could get.

Especially when Anthony starts dating again.

Tess’s stomach twisted at the thought and she forced herself to take a deep breath before she kissed Sorel’s cheek and she let Sorel’s laugh warm her chest before she looked back over at Anthony. “If you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it,” she settled on.

“I’m more than okay with it,” he said with a relieved smile, the tightening in his chest loosening. He watched as Tess kissed Sorel’s cheek again before her coffee finished brewing and he busied himself with making Tess her coffee.

He stole another glance over at his girls and his chest filled with warmth as he watched the way Sorel looked at Tess like she was her whole world.

She wasn’t the only Beauvillier to look at Tess that way.

Neither of them were prepared for how much Sorel would say “mama,” but now that she knew the word, she wouldn’t stop saying it. Even when Tess wasn’t around. There were a couple times Anthony would have her in his arms and she’d still say “mama” as she looked at him.

“Dada,” he’d always correct her. “Dada. Can you say dada?”

And, without fail, Sorel would always reply, “mama?”

But, Sorel did eventually say ‘dada.’

Tess held Sorel on her hip while they waited for the guys to come out of the locker room after a game. Anthony’s smile widened as he looked at his girls and Sorel perked up as soon as she saw her dad.

“Good game,” Tess smiled as he approached and Anthony’s smile widened before he took Sorel from her.

Before he could even think about thanking her, Sorel got out a quiet, “dada?”

Anthony froze and his jaw dropped as he looked down at his daughter before he looked up at Tess and a wide smile crawled across his lips. “Did she just…?” He asked.

Tess matched his smile as she put her hand on Sorel’s back. “I think she did,” she nodded as she leaned into him.

Anthony couldn’t stop smiling and he used his free arm to wrap around Tess’s shoulder before he kissed Sorel’s cheek.

Sorel still said “mama” more.

But, honestly, Anthony liked it that way.

#anthony beauvillier #anthony beauvillier imagine #anthony beauvillier x oc #anthony beauvillier story #tito beauvillier #tito beauvillier x oc #tito beauvillier imagine #new york islanders #islanders imagine #ny islanders #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey rpf #nhl #nhl imagine #baby bear story

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Ok so I apparently can't stop thinking about unrequited Jausage so. here is your warning this does not end well for Sausage ToT

Sausage landed before the pouting Codfather- Codboy now, isn’t it? Jimmy has once again made a wrong turn while flying and sent himself all the way back to spawn (“Are you incapable of setting your spawn?” “I like to carry my bed around! It’s easier!” “Not when you’re having to walk all the way from spawn every time you die.”) and his items scattered across the ground.

Sausage, ever the gentleman, with zero ulterior motives whatsoever, quickly flew over to where Jimmy said he died on the comms and collected his stuff, and brought it directly to the man himself.

When Jimmy saw Sausage, the pout quickly grew into a grin.

“Delivery!”

“Sausage- you’re a cod-send. I don’t know how to thank you, I might have to kiss you again!” Jimmy laughs, taking the boots and leggings from Sausage’s hands and slipping them on.

“A-aren’t you and Scott dating?”

The question slips from his lips and he cringes. This really isn’t a conversation he wants to have now, while he’s helping Jimmy put his armor back on. Or ever really. He knows, he doesn’t need Jimmy to spell it out for him. It hurts enough already.

Jimmy let out a chuckle, shaking his head gently.

“What gave you that impression?”

“I thought you two went on a date?” Sausage squeaked, handing Jimmy his, well, fWhip’s wings.

“It was for the alliance. It wasn’t a date.” Jimmy says, distractedly as he buckles the eltra on.

“He certainly talks about it like it was a date.” He winced at the bitterness in his tone. It really wasn’t fair to Scott or Jimmy. His feelings were his and his alone, it’s not their fault he’s crushing on a taken man.

Or… well. So he thought anyway. Jimmy seemed to have a different interpretation of his and Scott’s relationship.

“D-does he? Well. You must be misinterpreting it. It wasn’t a date.”

“Really? Why not?” Sausage tried to stomp out the embers of hope in his chest. Just because he’s insisting he’s single doesn’t mean he’s interested in you. Control yourself.

“Are you kidding?” Jimmy glanced away and laughed again, but Sausage could tell it was ringing a little hollow. Jimmy’s fingers tightened on the Codboy head in his hands, before tugging it on with a bit more force than necessary. “He’s way out of my league. I’m not even the Codfather anymore, why would he be interested in me?”

Sausage was immediately filled with indignation. “Why would he- Why wouldn’t he? Jimmy, you’re amazing.” Jimmy’s entire face flushed as he looked back at Sausage, his mouth agape. “You’re so kind, you’re funny, you’re one of the most handsome people on the server-” Sausage coughed, okay, maybe a bit much, he didn’t mean to reveal his hand like that. “I mean, let’s be objective, you’re very well built from all that swimming. Anyone would be lucky to have you! You’re a catch!”

The shock on Jimmy’s face slowly transformed to a grin, but the blush remained. Jimmy rubbed at his neck and laughed. Maybe… Maybe. It… wasn’t a problem he had shown his hand so much? Maybe… Jimmy might actually-

“Did he really say that about me?”

Sausage froze for a moment. Right. Of course. Jimmy and Scott were made for each other. He was a fool to hope for anything different. Sausage hoped the heartbreak wasn’t evident on his face as he forced a wide smile.

“No, well. He’s never said it, but it’s obvious from just how he looks at you!”

Jimmy, oh so sweet Jimmy, remained completely oblivious to Sausage’s anguish. Jimmy wouldn’t know if someone had a crush on him even if they took him on a fancy date covered in hearts and romantic cliches and tailored specifically to reference their relationship. Oh wait-

“Yeah… Yeah! I’ll- I’ll talk to him about it,” Jimmy said with renewed vigor, grabbing the rockets out of the shulker Sausage brought him. “Now, maybe? Thanks Sausage!”

Jimmy rocketed off.

…

Sausage didn’t even get the kiss Jimmy offered.

#sowwy #i feel bad putting this in the jausage tags but like. that’s what it is #it’s angsty and with a flower husbands endgame but it’s still jausage #also I’m. i haven’t watched any of sausages videos I probably wrote him terribly sjjsjdjd #jausage #meat husbands #og post #my writing #flower husbands

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gaydelusionaltrash · 2 years

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Before You Say Goodbye (part 6)

Read Parts 1-5 in navigation :)

Summary: When y/n ends up at the Avengers tower, she thinks everything will finally be okay. She’s free from Hydra for the first time since she was a child and ready to do some good, on top of that she was finally reunited with Wanda, the love of her life (or so she thought), what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: self destructive activities, manipulation, mentions of sub/dom, mentions of fighting, breakups, nakedness, trauma, hydra stuff

You backed up against the wall. The feeling inside you was something you had felt before. Loneliness, but it was more than that. You felt completely alone in the world. Like no one was on your side and nothing would ever be okay. You put your hand on your heart to make sure it hadn't been ripped violently out of your chest. You stumbled back against the wall and when your back hit, you slid down. Realizing it was over with Natasha hit like a truck, but it was a different realization that had dragged you tot the ground. Wanda. Everything you'd had with her at Hydra, it had been forced. The fog in your mind had been their during your first kiss with her. It had been there through your entire relationship, forcing you to participate. She had used you like a puppet, forcing you to bend to her will and worst of all, she had ruined things with the one person you had every truly lo-

Wanda came around the corner.

"Hey y/n, are you-" You scrambled back against the wall and put up flimsy shield in your mind to keep her out.

"Woah, hey are you okay?" You looked around frantically, praying that anyone would pass. Luckily someone did. You jumped up and grabbed his arm. He looked at you, shocked.

"Just keep walking," you whispered and he did. When you reached the kitchen, he looked you up and down.

"Who are you escaping, Midgardian?" You shook your head and pulled your arm from his,

"It's nothing. I'm fine. Thanks for your help."

"You are very welcome. Protecting Midgardians is my duty."

"Thanks for the help, Thor." He nodded,

"Do you have a second name lady y/n? I've learned the on Midgard, when one does not have a title, those around them address them by their second name and you didn't mention one earlier." You smile faltered slightly,

"I don't believe I have one. I didn't exactly grow up in the best of circumstances." Thor just nodded, his smile never slipping.

He paused for a moment, seemingly having an idea, "Would you like to be escorted to your room, you seem to be in peril?"

"That's okay, I'm not in too much peril. I'll see you tomorrow, Thor."

You headed up to your room.

____

It seemed almost greyer in your room now, not that that was possible. The cloud of sadness around you was palpable. You sat back on your bed and began untying your shoes. suddenly the bathroom door flung open and a man stood their, completely naked. You cringed back and put a hand over your eyes.

"Um, hi"

"Hello, Midgardian."

"Not to be rude or anything, but why are you in my room?"

"this is the guest room, is it not?" You shook your head,

"Could you put on some pants, then we can have a proper conversation." You hear him move around a bit and eventually he spoke.

"You may uncover your eyes." You did so and felt a slight blush cover your cheeks. He raised an eyebrow at you,

"Like what you saw?" You couldn't help but to scoff,

"Uh, no. Why are you in my room?"

"As I asked before, isn't this the guest room?"

You shrugged,

"Um, I guess."

"Oh, I apologize for my rudeness, I am Loki, currently God of Mischief."

"Currently?" you asked, a bit confused,

"Yes, I am the Goddess of Mischief more and more lately." You nod,

"So you're Thor's sibling then?"

"ADOPTED sibling, but yes."

"Cool, I'm y/n. I think your room is the next one over." Loki nodded,

"I apologize for the intrusion." He looked you up and down,

"I'll see you soon, y/n."

____

You laid back on your bed, your mind racing.. 'I always kept my mind open to her because I trusted her, but now...she's almost as bad as they were. If Tasha hadn't walked in, would she have made me do more? Tasha. Does she hate me? Why wouldn't she listen? If I told her the truth, would she still blame me?'

Your door opened and Wanda walked in. You jumped up, flipping out a knife on instinct.

"G-get out. You're not welcome in here."

Wanda reached out to touch you, but you flinched back.

"Please, don't be scared of me. Look, I made a mistake. Let me make it up to you."

You shook your head, "You think you can make it up to me?" She was crying and it took effort to stop yourself from comforting her. The betrayal came swimming back though and that urge was replaced by anger.

"Our entire relationship, since we started, you've been making me...?"

"Not making you, I just put the thoughts there. I stopped making you when we were still at Hydra."

You held back the tears, but you couldn't make your expression go hard,

"I can't believe this. Everything we had was a disgusting lie? You used me, you manipulated me."

Wanda reached out for you again, "Please, Y/n-" but you weren't done. You had more to say, more to yell at her for.

"The first time we kissed, you promised you wouldn't hurt me. Promised me that I could trust you."

"Y/n, what you and I have, it is real. Please." There was no holding back the tears after that, so you just let them flow.

"You lied to me, Wanda. You were the only person in the world I trusted for a fucking decade and it was all a manipulation."

"No, please. I lo- I love you." You cut off the tear flow and hardened your expression,

"Just stay away from me." Wanda took a step closer and again you flinched back, but this time you backed over something. You fell back onto your hands, feeling something break under you, but Wanda was still moving towards you. You scuttled away from her with growing urgency. Apparently the commotion had alerted Natasha and suddenly she was standing between the two of you, her hand on her gun.

One look at your face and she knew something was off. Before you could stop her, Nat had her gun pointed towards Wanda as she stalked her back against the wall.

"What did you do to her?" Nat's voice was calm but you could almost smell the anger on her.

"Tasha, put that down!" Nat looked at you and in that second Wanda's hands started to glow red. You jumped between them, absorbing the energy from Wanda's blast. You didn't fly back like a normal non super human would've but you did have to take a few steps to keep from falling over. The burning though, was not something you powers could help you with.Natasha was watching you,

"What did she do to you?" You shook your head,

"It's not important."

"Y/n. Now."

"She used her powers to force me to kiss her in the hall so you would see and we would break up." You mumbled it, almost inaudibly, but Natasha was, well Natasha and once again her anger sparked at your words. You turned away from her.

"Look, Tasha, I know you felt really betrayed when you saw us, so if you still need time to...figure things out..." When you turned to look for her again, she was gone. In her place, a woman who looked a lot like Loki leaned against the wall, you remembered what she had told you about being gender-fluid.

"Sorry, I don't think that was meant for me."

"No, it's fine. If she doesn't want us, I guess it's not happening." Loki shrugged,

"So, that must have burned at least a little?" You shook your head,

"I'm fine." Loki scrunched up her face, making you laugh and conveniently change conversation topics.

"You're much prettier as a girl." Loki flipped her hair,

"I know." You laughed, but it wasn't real. Loki watched you, concerned,

"I must be on my way, shall I bring you takeout?" You nod and she swaggered out of your room.

____

For three days, you remained mostly in your room, partially because of the large and rather painful burn on your stomach, but mostly because of Wanda and Natasha. Loki would come in in both forms and bring you food, watch movies, and just generally annoy you. You were the only one who didn't see her as a villain and respected him for real and not just on Thors' request. Because of this, the two of you had become friends.

Loki walked in with a pizza and a DVD,

"I believe this is the one you requested." You smiled at him,

"Sit lets watch." About halfway through the movie, you turned to Loki,

"Why do you think it happened?"

"Well, the redheaded Midgardian was so focused on the blonde Midgardian, she neglected Ducky and he got angry." You shook your head,

"Not Pretty in Pink, although I agree with you. Why do you think Wanda did it?"

Loki said nothing, but purses his lips,

"Loki?"

"I don't know, maybe...never mind."

"Finish that thought" You narrowed your eyes at him and he rolled his in return,

"It's nothing." But at your look he realized you weren't giving up.

"Fine, but you're not going to like it..." when you didn't respond he continued, "sometimes, I manipulate people because otherwise they wouldn't notice me. Maybe she was just afraid you would say no..." suddenly his unusual vulnerability was replaced at once by his familiar haughtiness, "Of course, I wouldn't know. Midguardians are so stupid."

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gimme-that-felix-content · 4 years

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I SUCK ASS AT WRITING but I drew this thing at work one day and I wanted to redraw it so here it is! I spent so long drawing this comic I no longer remember what the fuck it’s about but I can’t look at it bc I cringe too much ToT it’s just two random moments in the story and I wish I wasn’t so lazy to draw more comic but ugh whatever :v

Basically, it’s an AU where Felix has the peacock miraculous and he helps HM but then he learns Ladybug’s secret identity! And she learns his! And they hate each other a lot OR DO THEY and I want it to be funny but it’s probably going to turn into angst very quickly lmao I might draw more if I find the strength :v

plssssss don’t comment on my writing i am extremely self conscious i don’t need this ToT

#miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #comic #art #fanart #digital art #hawk moth #paon #felix agreste #miraculous pv #mlb #can you tell im very insecure #kill mehhhhhh

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