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Isolation

Ok, the first chapter of my Alexia Ashford fic. Again, I would appreciate short reviews on whether it is worth continuing or not. I'm not mad if you say it sucks. I just want an honest opinion.

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Chapter 1

December 12

What do you actually write in a diary? I guess I just write whatever comes into my mind.

My name is Samantha Blair, and I’ve been stationed at the Aurora Research Facility for about a month now. This place will be my home for roughly the next 11 months. I graduated two years ago with a PhD in chemistry. This is my new job. It wasn’t easy to get it. After all, there are only a few positions available in this facility. There are 12 of us in total, and my job is to analyze ice and soil samples. It’s summer here at the moment. The sun doesn’t set this close to the South Pole any more, and at night it only gets a bit dusky, which, admittedly, bothers me more than I thought it would. Doug* gave me this journal “so I won’t lose track of time.” I wonder if that will help. At least I can try.

*Douglas Garry, station leader

December 13

Nothing interesting. After breakfast, I set about sorting the samples from the last research team and finding out which of them still needed to be analyzed and which didn’t. So the same thing I’ve been doing for over a week now. What were they thinking? “We’ll be gone soon anyway, let the next team take care of it?” After me, the deluge. Typical. Half of the samples are not properly labeled, and even for those that are, it takes forever to find out what has already been done with them. It’s all in the lab books, my ass. I can hardly do anything with the cryptic notes there if I manage to decipher the handwriting at all. On top of that, I have to pick the measurement data out of disorganized piles of paper. It was all planned differently. They were actually supposed to measure their own stuff, but towards the end of their stay, one device after another broke down. The devices are working again. Now, we’re supposed to carry out these measurements first and send them the results.

December 14

Sorting samples, searching for corresponding measurement data. Nothing new. Jeff gave me a new drill core. At least I was able to take a few measurements today.

*Jeffrey Norris, geologist

December 15

As I was going about my usual business, John* arrived and said that we were going to be hit by a heavy snowstorm in the next few days. According to the weather data, the storm will last for several days, maybe even weeks. We have to prepare the station. So we spent the whole day outside moving equipment into storage rooms or fixating it. I’m still freezing.

*John Bennings, meteorologist

December 16

Dark clouds have gathered. After so many days of sunshine, the darkness, if you can call it that, is a welcome change.

December 17

It’s been snowing since last night, and the snowfall is getting heavier, although it will be another 2-3 days before it really starts. David* expressed concerns about the dogs, but Marcus** said they don’t mind the little bit of snow. Quite the opposite. Huskies love this weather. Marcus looks after the dogs. He will know best. When I think about it, it occurs to me that we are probably one of the only stations left that still uses dog sleds. We also have snowmobiles, but Marcus always says the dogs are more reliable.

Later, we decided who should clear the paths and when. The work should continue if possible. However, if the storm gets too bad, the research buildings will remain closed until it subsides.

*David Palmer, technical chief

**Marcus Clark, responsible for the dogs, thermal engineering, welding work

December 18

The howling of the wind gets stronger and stronger. Eerie. I have hardly slept a wink. At least I’m slowly making progress with the samples.

December 19

I spent half the day clearing paths. It is a Sisyphean task. As soon as I was finished, I had to start all over because everything was covered in snow again. And the worst is yet to come. If it goes on like this, I can forget about work for a while.

December 20

Jeff was on clearing duty today. He also said there was no point. After dinner, we agreed that we would only clear the paths to the important buildings, everything else would have to wait until the storm subsided. At least the dogs are having fun. And Lena. She built a giant snowman. Lena Fuchs is still a student and the youngest of our team, and you can tell. When I see her so carefree, I sometimes think I’m getting old...

The fact that Lena is here is not a matter of course. Normally, students are not accepted for research stays. However, Lena has excellent grades, so she was selected regardless of the usual rules. At least, that’s the official reason. For those who believe it. Her father just happens to have a lot of political influence and a ton of money. It would be a true miracle if he hadn’t set the whole thing up.

She’s supposed to help me with the measurements, but that will have to wait until the samples are sorted and the storm calmed down. In the first few weeks, however, I had already shown her how to operate the measurement devices. To pass the time, I’ve now given her a pile of papers to read.

December 21

We have a visitor. The last thing you expect at the South Pole in the middle of a snowstorm is a visitor. Her name is Veronica Edwards. She is British and works at the Umbrella facility nearby. She says she is a senior researcher. There’s been a virus outbreak. She hasn’t said what kind of virus it is, only that it’s not airborne and that the likelihood of her being infected is low. In general, she kept a rather low profile. However, she said that under the circumstances she cannot stay in the Umbrella facility. If she is infected with something, we can’t let her roam around freely, but not helping her is not an option either, so we put her in quarantine. Actually, that was her suggestion. Isaac* has prepared a room in the northeast storage building for the purpose. She waited in the snowmobile she came in. The building is quite large, and it also has a shower room and restrooms. Additionally, the supply in the northeastern storage building is largely separated from the other buildings, and we can lock an area from the outside. That could work. It was supposed to be modified into another research building this summer, but the modification has been postponed for another year or so. However, it has already been largely emptied. She said two weeks of quarantine would be enough. For the time being, only Isaac and Harry** will look after her. Isaac is our doctor. Harry has volunteered. They will stay away from the rest of us to minimize the risk of a virus outbreak during that time. In case of an emergency, they have walkie-talkies.

We have offered to contact Umbrella and tell them what happened, but Dr. Edwards said she had done that before she left the Umbrella facility. They’ll send people as soon as the storm subsides. If they’re taking so long, that must mean it’s not that bad, right? Or that it’s already too late, and there’s nothing they can do anyway. Shit. We’re not prepared for incidents like this.

* Dr. Isaac Copper physician, and by necessity veterinarian

** Harold Childs vehicle mechanic

December 21 Addendum I

I have to distract myself from the thought that the woman might have infected us all with some deadly virus. And I forgot to write that our new arrival is rather strange. She was at least wearing a jacket, but underneath, she had only put on a long purple dress, high-heeled shoes, and white velvet gloves. The clothes looked anything but cheap. She looked more like she wanted to go to a gala than work in a research laboratory. Who walks around like that in Antarctica? Well, maybe she wasn’t on duty when the outbreak happened. That would also explain why she managed to escape and, according to her own statement, is probably not infected. But even as casual wear, her outfit looks pretty bizarre in a place like this.

She had to wait quite a long time in the snowmobile until the provisional quarantine was ready. Wasn’t she cold in her thin clothes? She didn’t complain. And I couldn’t see any signs that she was freezing either. Admittedly, I kept a safe distance. Speaking of snowmobiles, judging by the tracks, she was driving as if she was drunk and almost crashed into one of the buildings. Can she just not drive, or are these signs that she’s not feeling well? A fever, perhaps?

Also, I remembered Doug mentioning in the first or second week that Umbrella isn’t even doing research at the facility anymore. It’s supposed to be a materials storage facility or something like that. Well, Dr. Edwards claims she is a researcher there. I’ll ask Doug about the facility again when I get a chance.

December 21 Addendum II

Nicky*** wanted to contact AAD and ask how we should proceed with Dr. Edwards. However, due to the storm, there is currently no way through with our communication system. Always at the best possible time, of course! At least it’s not broken. Nicky has checked it. In a few days, the storm should ease a little, although not stop. She’ll try again then. Until then, we’re on our own. As old as the communication system is, I’m not surprised that it doesn’t work currently. It probably dates back to when the station was founded in the 70s.

***Nicole Windows, telecommunications, electronics, computers

AAD = Australian Antarctic Division

#resident evil #alexia ashford #🩸🌙#fanfic

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i-wont-run-this-time · 10 months

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Like a Rainbow in the Dark - Chapter 1 Leaving the life you led before we met

Summary:

You are a new student at Hawkins High, trying to run from your past. You thought you wouldn't find people who would truly get you in this small town, but maybe you were wrong ...

TW// 18+, none for chapter 1, smut in future chapters.

Author's notes :

This is my first fic that isn't a one-shot. I hope you'll like it. I'm very nervous about it. English is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

You quickly got out of the car, ignoring the cheerful encouragements of your grandmother. You walked fast toward the front door, making your way through the other students who were pressed together in the hallway. It was your first day in this school that would only be another prison until freedom in two years. If you were able to convince your grandmother to be homeschooled you would have been free for a while already and you’d be far away, in California. But according to her, you needed more routine and discipline. You were living with your grandparents for less than a week now, and they tried to give you some time to adapt to your new life. It was the week before spring break, you tried to convince them to let you start after the break but they were afraid you’d fall behind. You were only in need of a few classes to graduate, but because of the school system, you couldn’t do all of them in a year. You did fall behind during the previous year, otherwise, you would have gotten your diploma in time this Spring. All that situation with your mother took a turn for the worst putting your school almost last on your list of priorities. You didn’t set foot in a school in months. You were surprised somewhere even wanted you, but in a small town like Hawkins Indiana it wasn’t impossible apparently. You got to your locker and looked at your schedule one last time before you had to get to the classroom.

The students looked at you with a surprised look when you got into the class but you ignored them. You weren’t dressed like the other girls in your class, they were wearing beige dresses and white skirts, floral prints, and turtlenecks. You were wearing a Megadeath t-shirt and a black mini skirt with your doc martens. Your makeup wasn’t fitting in with the crowd either, while you were wearing dark eyeshadow and lipstick they wore blush. You were also fat and they were thin. You weren’t fitting in. The teacher introduced you quickly to the class and you tried to follow as much as you could. At the end of the class, he had a list for you of readings and homework you would need to do to be up to date with the class plan. You’d need to work on it during Spring break. Your next class was only in two hours but you didn’t know the town enough to trust yourself to explore it. You went to the cafeteria to get some time to yourself. You got to an empty table and got your big notebook out of your bag. You started writing while listening to your favorite Iron Maiden record with your headphones. A bunch of dudes, basketball players if you could judge by their uniforms, walked in front of you and laughed while looking at you. You didn’t hear what they said thanks to your headphones. You lifted your head and saw someone walking towards them looking angry. You took off your headphones to hear their conversation.

‘’ What did you just call her ?’’ The newcomer asked the basketball players.

‘’ Don’t get involved, Freak !’’

They all laughed at that.

‘’ Don’t ever say a thing about her again Carver! You can insult me all you want, but leave her alone.’’

The young blonde man who was apparently named Carver took one step closer to the tall man.

‘’ Or what ?’’

The man smiled deviously before leaning towards Carver and whispered something in his ear. Carver froze for a moment and made a motion for his friends to leave, they went to a table on the opposite side of the cafeteria. My knight in shining armor walked towards me smiling. He had long curly brown hair that brushed his shoulders. He was wearing a baseball tee black and white with Hellfire Club written on it, it had swords and a devil face on it as well, a sleeveless jean jacket was over his black leather jacket, and his black pair of jeans was ripped at his knees. Maybe I am at my place here, you said to yourself as you took a better look at the patches and pins on his jacket. All bands you loved. He sat next to you, his legs spreading wide.

‘’Are you alright ?’’ His chocolate-brown eyes were full of worry.

‘’Oh, yeah. I’m used to it.’’ You tried to laugh it out.

‘’You shouldn't.’’

You lifted your palms meaning to say it is what it is.

‘’I never saw you before, are you new? I feel like I’d notice you before today.’’ He was playing with one of his rings.

‘’First day’’

He basically jumped to his feet and screamed.

‘’Welcome to Hell !’’ While doing a curtsey

You burst into laughing while he got back to his seat, ignoring all the stares the other student were giving him. He smiled and got closer to you almost whispering in your ear.

‘’ I shouldn’t stay with you too long, it will destroy your reputation and you won’t be able to make any friends.’’

You snorted.

‘’ I don’t think I’m the perfect friend for most of these people. Anyway, I’m not here to make friends, I want my diploma and run like hell out of here.’’

His smile got bigger as you were talking.

‘’ Well, in that case, would you like to come sit with my friends and me? If you aren’t afraid of getting unsolicited insults and various names thrown at you. We are very inclusive. I’m also here to get my diploma, I was supposed to graduate last year.’’

You explained quickly your situation. He got up with a huge smile and he reached his hand towards yours.

‘’ I think we will get along. I’m Eddie.’’

You took his hand and introduced yourself. He guided you to a table with five other young men. He made a gesture to one of them so he could move to another seat, leaving you the seat next to Eddie. He introduced everyone as part of his D&D Club, Hellfire Club which explained the shirt and part of them were in his band. Of course, he was in a band. They were talking all at the same time about their current campaign that would conclude the following week. They tried to include you in their conversations but you didn’t know much about D&D. The bell rang and everyone went their way, except your knight.

‘’ You’re not going to class ?’’

‘’No, I’m done for the day.’’

‘’And you are staying here ?’’

‘’I didn’t want to leave you all alone on your first day. You have another class in an hour ?’’

You nodded. You were happy that he chose to stay with you.

‘’You’re not into D&D ?’’

You told him that you never played and didn’t know much about it. He got very passionate about it and started to talk about the game and why it was amazing. You loved to learn about people’s passions.

‘’Maybe you could come to see us play one night.’’

‘’Yeah, maybe !’’ He smiled at your answer.

The next hour was spent talking about your classes and teachers, you learned that you were in the same science class that you just got out of, you didn’t notice him since he was sitting in the back of the class. He walked you to your next class and waved at you to say goodbye. Once in the classroom, a girl took you to the side.

‘’You shouldn’t associate yourself with him, he’s not someone … good.’’

You snorted at her.

‘’You don’t know me.’’

‘’Exactly. You don’t want a bad reputation on your first day, everything is known in a small town like Hawkins.’’ You couldn’t believe the nerve of this girl.

‘’So everyone knows you are a bitch ?’’

She looked at you, mouth opened wide and she turned around quickly. You don’t think she will want to be your friend anymore. After the class, your grandmother came to pick you up and she inquired about your day. You told her you didn’t really make any friends and that your list of homework for the break was already very long. She seemed happy to notice that you were taking your schoolwork seriously. Once at their house, your house actually, you went directly into your new room and you put your headphones on to listen to your music as loud as you could. You didn’t work on schoolwork that night. You did write a lot. Writing was the only thing that was working to get your feelings out of your head. You fell asleep before dinner.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x fat reader #bad writing #eventual smut #joseph quinn #joe quinn

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anoiaa · 1 year

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Classroom Of The Elite Gossip Girl

I am considering making this a series if you like it, so please do not hesitate to let me know. There a few questions below related to the story so pay attention while you read to answer them.

The story starts on the Cruise ship test after the VIPs have been chosen.

It was the third day of the Zodiac test. And the Gossip girl had hit again. No one really knows who this mysterious messenger is, but it is believed that they can see the future, at least according to the rumors. The first time I received a message from Gossip girl, it said: class D will not receive 100,000pts at the end of the month. And that same text was sent to everyone in my grade. And as the message foretold, we never did. Everyone in my class and across my grade was equally shaken, and as if messing with us, another message appeared on our cruise ship to the island, it said: Class D will dominate. And it did, just as the message foretold.

There’s one theory in the class C leader’s head: X is the Anonymous messenger Gossip girl. For him, there could be no other possible solution. He knew a mastermind was pulling Class D’s strings from the background but was yet to know who. He would look for a plan later, and unmask X who he also thinks is the Gossip Girl.

Today, the Gossip Girl sent a new Gossip to all the students on the ship: Class A will end up rock bottom, Was all it said. Now every single student in class A was starting to doubt Kasturagi’s strategy to win this. On the third round of the zodiac meetings, class A students seemed very uneasy. None of the Gossips from the Gossip Girl had been false, so it means:

“Class A folks are losing it.”

Kushida told Ryuuen during their secret rendez-vous. He thought that this woman wanted to feed him information on X, but she had no knowledge of the person controlling Horikita in the shadows. Useless, he thought, but she proposed a deal with him, she was ready to betray her class to get Horikita expelled, and to prove her sincerity she sold him her identity as one of the class D’s VIPs.

“I wish they could mess with Horikita a bit more.”

The Gossip Girl had an immense power that they might have not been aware of. A single gossip could lead to total chaos, and the class leader’s would have a hard time controlling their class. By saying that, Kushida wanted more gossip about class D to give Horikita a hard time, something Ryuuen admired about her, this malevolence that knows no bounds. But people like her end up being sheep for the bigger prey.

On the day of the results Class A ended up last with 0pts. Kasturagi was a trash leader, and Ryuuen’s class was on top of the ladder, as the gossip foretold. Class A is in chaos, and as the walls fall in front of my eyes, I watch silently as though not there. Now, the real plan can begin.

I opened my phone, multiple messages already sent in my inbox asking about who I am and how I know so much. On the top right, I opened another gossip tab. Knowledge isn’t free. And pressed send. Now, I will wait. On the next exam, I will sell info to the class that bids the highest. With this, at the end of my third year I will have exceeded the 20 million points that will allow me to switch to the class that will be A upon graduation. And only then, will I be able to return back home.

In which class do you think Gossip Girl is in?

What do you think of Gossip Girl’s 20 million plan?

Which character would you like Gossip Girl to be?

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Username: Gossip Girl

Password: **********

Welcome back Gossip Girl! Who will you send your next message to?

To: class 1 B

Text: Your class was the highest bidder. What do you wish to know?

#classroom of the elite #suzune horikita #ichinose honami #kakeru ryuuen #fanfic #anime fanfic #Youkoso Jitsuryoku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushitsu e #youzitsu #you zitsu fandom #kiyotaka ayanokouji

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loveisonaroll · 2 years

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Things That Are Worth It

Jake x reader

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: little angsty; fluffy; talks of abortion; pregnancy (both forced and intentional); adoption; struggling teen moms

Summary: You and Jake tell your oldest child the story of their welcoming.

A/N: I wrote this before the SCOTUS Roe v. Wade reversal. Although this decision was on my radar and we knew it was coming, I like many others still felt a little blindsided. If you need a safe person to confide in, please reach out to me, and if you need help finding abortion resources, please let me know. I can help research and connect you to the right people.

Also, a quick disclaimer – I may have graduated law school and will (hopefully) be a practicing attorney in a few months, but I do not know how adoption/CPS/child custody cases work. Those are niche practice areas that have different rules in every jurisdiction, and so the “legal” pieces of this fic are purely fictional.

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You knew this moment would eventually come, and you had truthfully thought it would have come years before now. However, neither you nor Jake had imagined that she would have read it in a magazine.

“How could you not tell me?!” your fourteen-year-old daughter exclaimed loudly, throwing her hands in the air. “All this time and you’re not even my real parents. I knew I didn’t look like either of you.”

“Baby, we are your parents. Just because Momma didn’t carry you for nine months doesn’t mean you aren’t ours,” Jake reasoned, grasping your shaking hand in one hand and fisting the magazine in his other.

“I feel like my entire life is a lie!” Vivy stormed out of the dining room, slamming her bedroom door at the top of the staircase.

You looked over at Jake whose eyes looked almost as watery as your own. “We’ve talked about how we were going to do this so many times, but it’s so much more difficult than I thought.”

“I know, honey. I just wish we had been able to have control of it.” Jake looked away from you towards the rolled-up magazine. He had been voted Guitarist of the Year for the umpteenth time, and the new author jumped at the opportunity to write about your family at the smallest mention of Jake’s inspiration. “I mean, seriously. ‘Jake’s family is a heavy inspiration for his and Greta Van Fleet’s music. His wife, Y/N, and their three children, Genevieve, June, and Wiley, are his biggest muses.’ That’s where they should have stopped, but no. God, I wish I knew who this ‘source’ is.”

You looked down at the rest of the article.

Jake’s family had quite the unusual start. Rumors started to swirl around Jake and his wife when a very pregnant Y/N was spotted with a very small baby towards the end of 2022. According to a source close to the pair, the couple adopted their oldest in 2022, and by June of 2023, the two had two children under 12 months old.

You leaned over and pressed your forehead into Jake’s shoulder, letting some tears flow. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go. What are we going to do, Jake?”

Jake’s hand came across his body to stroke your hair. “I’m not sure, baby. I think we should give her a couple minutes to cool off and then we go talk to her.”

“I guess you’re right,” you sighed.

Tonight was supposed to be a fun evening for you and Jake. The kids were to stay at Josh’s house for a sleepover, and you and Jake had plans to surprise your girls the next afternoon with their own separate bedrooms. At first, it was just easy to have the two babies in one room to avoid jumping from room to room throughout the night. Then, the girls grew to be the best of friends, and it broke your heart to even think about separating them. As soon as the girls became teenagers, however, they seemed to become slightly claustrophobic when it came to each other. You tried to ignore it, because watching your two baby girls grow into their own persons independent of each other was difficult to bear, but Jake was a realist. He convinced you once night while getting ready for bed that this could be a good thing, to have the girls become more independent. Plus, he reasoned, they each deserved to have a space they could call their own. Over the last couple of months, the two of you ordered new queen beds and other bedroom furniture that fit each of their personalities better than the matching accessories they had grown up with. Tonight was supposed to be the night the two of you would share a bottle of wine—and maybe a kiss or two—and put all of your girls’ rooms together in anticipation of surprising them the next day.

You rubbed at your eyes as you stood from the breakfast nook and opened the dishwasher to put some dishes away. Junie and Wiley were already at Josh’s, but Vivy had had volleyball practice before she could be dropped off. When she rushed to Jake’s car afterwards with the magazine rolled up in her fist and a look of indignation across her face, you knew she wasn’t going to be making it to Josh’s for movie night. Her look of betrayal burned into your brain.

“Y/N, you can leave those for Wiley to put away tomorrow, it’s his day.” Jake pressed his front to your back, wrapping himself around you while you reach up to place a bowl on it assigned shelf.

You sighed and continued reaching into the dishwasher to put more dishes away. “I need something to do, and they will start to smell like mildew if we leave them in here. Plus, I think it’s safe to say chores won’t be high on the list of priorities tomorrow.”

Jake gently took the mug out of your hands and placed it on the counter while pulling you closer to his chest. He placed a soft kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder blade and intertwined both of your hands.

“Baby, we’re gonna get through this, you and me and our three,” he chuckled into your neck at his little rhyme. “Do you remember what you told me the morning after the night she came?”

You choked out a watery laugh and closed your eyes at the memory, nodding your head as you rested it backwards on his shoulder. Of course you remembered; ever since you had let the phrase leave your lips he had quoted them back to you and told all your friends and family the story of the snide remark you had made.

“I think it was something like ‘if you wanted easy you shouldn’t have married me.’”

“That has always been my favorite part to tell, I had never seen you so fiery. It was the first time I had a glimpse of what you are like in the courtroom,” Jake laughed again. “But that’s only the first part. You said ‘of course it’s not going to be easy, but things that are worth it never are.’”

You thought back fondly of that weekend. It wasn’t even when she became yours, but it was the weekend you and Jake had fallen in love with her. It had been a chaotic and difficult few days, but retrospect is always sweeter.

14 years earlier…

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you chanted as you struggled to place your files into your work bag while you exited the firm. A last-minute meeting with your firm’s top paying client had kept you an hour past the end of your usual Friday. Although this was not usually a big deal, your in-laws were set to have arrived two hours ago and you knew your house was already swarming with Kiszkas and close friends. You had promised Jake that you would make it home in time, and the meeting and your phone dying in the middle of it had you in a panic.

“Hey baby, are you leaving the office?” Jake answered your call as you exited the parking lot.

“Jake, I am so sorry. I know I promised I would be home an hour ago, but we had a last-minute meeting with our biggest client and my phone died halfway through so I couldn’t text you. Is everyone there already?”

“It’s okay. I checked your location when you hadn’t called and saw you were at the office still, so I figured something important had come up. Mom, Dad and Ronnie got in a little early, but the guys just showed up about thirty minutes ago. No need to rush, just get home safe,” he assured. “We’ve just been visiting and I’m about to fire up the grill. You’ll be just in time.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll be there soon. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.”

. . .

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” you explain, walking through the sliding glass door onto the patio where your husband’s family and a few of your friends were situated. You planted a sweet kiss on Jake standing by the grill and made your way around the group to greet properly.

“It’s okay, dear, Jake told us you were called into a meeting. Where attorney duties call, boss babe attorneys answer!” You laughed at Karen’s words as you placed a kiss on her and Kelly’s cheeks. You had always loved the Kiszkas, and Karen had become like a second mother to you. You were sometimes amazed at the amount of pride and support they had left for you after how much they uplifted their hoard of children.

“Yeah, it was last minute. Hopefully it calmed some storms for the near future, at least. How was y’all’s trip?”

. . .

You caught up with the group briefly before it was time to eat, and your party moved indoors to the dining room for some more chatting over food. You were finally unwinding from your treacherous day, and Jake’s thumb rubbing patterns on the top of your thigh as his hand rested there helped soothe you even more.

“Then, we went to this vineyard in France and it’s very interesting how they grow their grapes…” Josh raved on charismatically, speaking with his hands as he recalled the band’s most recent tour in Europe. You smiled as you remembered the warm French breeze wisping through your hair as your mind buzzed slightly from the amount of wine you had “sampled.” You remember watching Jake, his lips and teeth tinged a slight purple, listening intently to your tour guide, and the way his skin shimmered in the golden sunset light against his white linen suit. You remember falling more in love with him in that instant

A chime coming from both your and Jake’s phones simultaneously pulled you out of your memory, your Ring doorbell signaling movement had been detected outside your front door. You both looked over at each other with furrowed brows, but when Jake shrugged and resumed listening to Josh’s recount of European life, you let it go, too. Sometimes, a stray dog would throw off the doorbell, and everyone who could show up unannounced was already in your home, so it seemed of little consequence. However, a short moment later, the chime came again. And then again.

“Did you order something?” Jake leaned over to ask you in a soft tone, not wanting to disrupt the flowing conversation between his family and friends.

“I ordered those shoes I showed you at lunch today, but there’s no way they would be here already. And it’s 7:30 on a Friday night—I don’t think there would be any deliveries being made at this time,” you whispered back, brows furrowed once again in confusion.

Jake pulled his phone out of his pocket and you watched as he clicked on the notification to open the Ring app. You expected to see a stray or two playing around the front of your home, but you did not expect what was transpiring on your front porch.

At the top of the stairs, was a pile of items seemingly purposed for babies. Boxes of diapers, cans of formula, what looked like a diaper bag, and a few other bags that you could not see the contents of were stacked neatly against the railing of the porch. The most shocking part of the scene, however, was that a young woman was again opening the iron gate at the front of your yard and weaving a car seat through.

Your heart raced as you shared a wide-eyed look with Jake, and you jumped up from your seat to make it through the house to the front door. Josh’s story cut off, and you could feel the eyes of your company on your back, watching you with Jake hot on your heels make your way to the front of your home. You knew what was happening, it wasn’t hard to deduce the decision the woman had made, and the advocate in you kicked right in.

You turned towards Jake with your hand on the door handle, jerking your head to the side to tell him to back off. You knew this was going to be a delicate situation, and despite your surprise and the questions you had, you wanted the woman to feel safe to tell you. You opened the door just as the woman had reached the halfway point of the walkway to the porch. She stilled immediately, and you could see the inner conflict she was having shift across her face. Should she run? Should she drop the baby here now that she had been caught? Should she continue on to the porch to leave the child where she had initially planned to?

You stepped out of the house, closing the door behind you and tried to give the woman the most reassuring smile you could muster. Now that you had a closer look at her, you could tell she was very young, maybe freshly eighteen. She looked at you quizzically and then back down to the sleeping baby she had in the car seat. It was clear she still hadn’t made up her mind of what to do.

“Hi,” you said simply, taking a seat on the porch swing facing the front lawn. You wanted to start gently, hoping to encourage the girl to speak with you. This one little word seemed to jump start her mind.

“Oh my god. Mrs. Kiszka, right? Y/N? I’m sorry I just—I don’t know what to—I saw you on your website and—” she blabbered on, taking rushed steps to the porch and settling the car seat at the top of the steps. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, and she roughly wiped them away as they came.

“Hey, slow down! It’s okay, just take a deep breath and have a seat if you’d like. I’m assuming you found me through my law firm?”

The girl nodded her head and wrung her hands together as she looked away from you. “I’m so sorry, I just can’t…your card fell out of someone’s pocket at the hospital, and I looked you up and I followed you here from your office.”

You looked towards the car seat to find what looked like a newborn who couldn’t have been more than a week old. “Okay. While you were at the hospital having baby…?” You looked up at the girl quizzically.

“Genevieve. Her name is Genevieve. Yes, on Monday.” She looked down at the sleeping baby, and more tears started to flow. “I just can’t,” she repeated, her breathing picking up again.

“That’s okay, that’s perfectly okay,” you tried to soothe. “Do you want to sit here with me for a moment? I can get you a bottle of water or something?”

She looked at you warily still, chewing on her bottom lip and pulling at the ends of her hair.

“You’re not in trouble, and I’m not going to report you for anything. I just want to help,” you offered, hoping she would trust you.

She sighed and sat on the top step with her back pushed against the pilar facing you slightly. She pulled her knees to her chest and pushed her face into them as she wrapped her arms around herself. You could see this situation was eating her up inside, and you held back tears yourself. As she sat, she also spoke. You learned that her name was Amelia, that she had just turned eighteen the week before, and that she had no one. She had gotten pregnant by some older guy who had only been in town a few weeks before the wind plucked him up again. She hadn’t known his real name, and any source of contact with him had led to dead ends. Abortion hadn’t been obtainable for her, and she had talked herself out of every attempt to speak with someone about adoption. She had gone through so many conflicting thoughts, thinking of keeping the baby and then realizing she couldn’t take care of her. The ultimate decision maker, she said, was when she got the acceptance letter to a university in the next state over with the opportunity to start her life over. She knew that she couldn’t go to school and raise the baby properly at the same time, and that if she stayed here she would just continue the cycle of abuse and desperation that would lead to her baby becoming just like her. When she saw your card, she looked you up and felt like you were the right person to leave her baby with. She had staked out your office since she had been released from the hospital, and today she finally drew up the courage to do what she had set out to do. She knew you would either love and cherish her daughter as your own or find someone who would.

“I will do everything I can to make sure she is safe and in a loving home, thank you for trusting me with her. But can I ask you why you thought I would be a safe bet for her? I can tell you care,” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I do care, and it scares me that people will think I just abandoned her or threw her out like nothing,” she commented. “I just saw that you are really successful and you seem happy. And then I saw your husband bring you lunch the other day, and it made me think about all the times I wish I had grown up with two parents who loved each other and loved me. I don’t know, it just felt right. I want her to have the life that I never had.”

I nodded along with her. You heard the front door behind you open, and Amelia jumped. Jake emerged from your home with two bottles of water and a plate of cheese, fruit and crackers. He immediately paused as he noticed Amelia’s apprehension, but you just nodded.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, I just wondered if you were hungry or thirsty or anything,” he trailed off softly, taking a small step forward and holding out the water bottle. Amelia gave him a tight-lipped smile and took the bottle of water, opening it to take a small sip.

“Amelia, this is my husband Jake,” you spoke out, accepting your own bottle of water he extended to you. “And Jake, this is Amelia.”

“Nice to meet you, Amelia. And who have we got here?” Jake questioned as the baby started to fuss. Amelia looked at the baby with wide eyes and then up to you quickly. It was obvious that even though she had spent a good three days with the baby, she was not prepared to be its caretaker. Jake noticed this, too, and you watched as he gestured towards the fussy baby to ask Amelia for permission to pick her up. When she nodded, he placed the plate of food on the porch next to her, gently unbuckled the infant and scooped her up.

The baby started to actually cry, and Jake’s face showed you he realized he had miscalculated. You chuckled and took the baby from his hands, rocking her gently in your arms. “Amelia, when was the last time she ate? Maybe she’s hungry,” you pondered out loud.

Amelia retrieved a bottle from one of the bags on the porch and Jake went inside to warm up some water. You spoke some more, letting Amelia eat what Jake had brought out and encouraging her to let you help her figure everything out before she left for school in a month. Eventually, she conceded, and you exchanged phone numbers and addresses before she left, giving one last kiss to the sleeping baby in your arms.

Jake helped you carry the baby and her things into the house, meeting the bewildered faces of the people closest to you. You smiled warily and shifted the sleeping baby in your arms to give them a better look.

“What is even going on here? I am so confused,” Sam piped up first.

“Well, I think we have another temporary guest tonight,” Jake airily chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. His parents and siblings flocked to the baby,

You handed Jake the baby and excused yourself to your bedroom to call your friend Natalie at Child Protective Services. As vaguely as you could, you explained the situation and that you were advocating for the birth mother so that Amelia could get through the process smoothly and make it to school the next month. Natalie was familiar with this kind of situation, but she let you know that there were currently no foster homes equipped to take newborns on a Friday evening. She would have to come retrieve the baby to either take back to the hospital for the interim or to the CPS office until a foster home could be found on Monday. Something just didn’t feel right to you about that, so you suggested keeping the baby over the weekend. After some convincing, paperwork, and copies of drivers licenses of everyone in your home that weekend, Natalie agreed. As you were saying your goodbyes to Natalie, Jake walked into your shared bedroom.

“Y/N, what are you doing? Why did you ask for everyone’s IDs?” He crossed his arms while standing in front of you at the foot of the bed.

“Well, I uh…so here’s the thing,” you started, giving him a sheepish smile. “They don’t have a foster home available right now and the only other option is for her to go back to the hospital or to be stuck in a CPS office with some random CPS officer until they can look for a home on Monday. It just didn’t sit right with me, Jake, so I said she could stay here with us for the weekend.”

Jake looked at you incredulously for a moment, sighing and running a hand through his locks dramatically. “Baby, you can’t just make that decision without asking me! She’s not just a baby, she’s like 5 days old!”

“But Jake, I promised Amelia I would make sure she was loved and cherished and taken care of! If they took her to the hospital, she would just be another baby among a sea of babies, and if she went to the CPS office, she would get the most minimum care she needs. I’m sorry I didn’t consult you first, but I couldn’t hang up the phone!” you tried to explain. You knew you should have spoken with Jake before suggesting it, and you knew you could have called Natalie back after doing so, but something about the situation felt emergent.

Jake sighed and sat down next to you, placing his elbows on his knees and hanging his head between his shoulders. He put his chin in one hand and tilted his head to look at you. “We have no idea what to do with a baby, Y/N. This is going to be really hard.”

“If you wanted easy, you shouldn’t have married me!” you snapped, eyes wide and slightly glossy. “Of course it’s not going to be easy, but things that are worth it never are.”

His mouth opened and closed as he looked at you, and a smile slowly crept across his features. “You’re right. I guess I wouldn’t have said no, anyways. She’s kind of cute.” You smiled at each other and shared a quick kiss before heading back out into the living room to mingle with your family and your newest house guest.

The weekend seemed to drag on, you and Jake hardly getting any sleep. You had decided to place the pack-n-play Amelia had left in yours and Jake’s room, as it had been your decision to have her stay and it felt unfair to put your other house guests through her cries. You even felt bad for Jake, since it was your decision to host her, but he waived you off, reminding you consistently that he was your husband and that anything you chose to do you would do it together. So the two of you worked together to calm her nightly cries, change her diaper, cuddle her until she felt safe enough to sleep. Still, there was a lot the two of you did not know, and Karen and Kelly helped teach you and Jake how to take care of Genevieve. Ronnie kept her company long enough for both of you to shower and clean up around the house, and the guys came around throughout the weekend to keep everyone company.

Jake started calling her Vivy Sunday evening after she spit up on Sam’s new sweater. His laughter and “Atta girl, Vivy!” melted your heart, and your perspective started to shift. You and Karen watched from the kitchen as you prepared dinner, and she took note of your smile and slightly watery eyes. She knew you too well.

“She’s a real cutie, you know. You sure we have to give her back tomorrow?” Karen laughed, bumping your arm with hers. You laughed along with her, but her words stuck in the back of your mind.

“Babe, watch this!” Jake’s excited voice garnered your interest as he strutted into the kitchen with the baby in his arms. When he got close enough, he placed a couple kisses to the Genevieve’s cheek and in response she opened her eyes slightly and seemed to give a small smile. “She smiled!” He repeated the motion a couple times and smiled again.

“Oh, sweet girl,” you cooed, gently rubbing your thumb across her forehead. When you looked up at Jake, you saw a look of complete awe as he stared back at the baby. You wondered if he had the same voice in the back of his head.

. . .

Later that night, you and Jake sat in your bed watching a movie with a sleeping baby held close to your chest. It was way past 3 AM, but Genevieve had just fallen asleep after a couple of hours of being fussy, and your mind was still racing.

“What time is Natalie supposed to come get her?” Jake quietly questioned, turning on his side to face you and place a hand atop the one you held to the baby’s back.

“She didn’t say, she only said she would have to go to the office and make a few phone calls to find a foster home willing to take her first. I texted the partners and let them know the situation, so they can reach me on my cell tomorrow if they need to. Or today, I guess.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, and you looked down fondly at the sleeping baby once more.

“Do you think—”

“I have an ide—”

You both started at the same time. You chuckled and Jake motioned for you to start first.

“I just…okay, I know we talked about trying for a baby in like a year,” you trailed off, trying to find the words. “But do you think that maybe now is a good time? I mean, you guys are taking a break to work on the new album for a few months, and when you go back on tour maybe we could just come with you—”

“We?” Jake questioned, and you could swear you saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes when you looked back at him.

“I mean, I don’t know, Jake. The past couple of days have been some of the hardest days of my life, but they were also so fulfilling. And then you came in the kitchen tonight and she smiled when you kissed her little cheek, and I just…I don’t know if I’m ready to let her go tomorrow.” You sighed and sat up enough to pull the baby from your chest and rest her gently on the bed between your outstretched legs.

Jake was silent for a minute, and you were honestly afraid to look up at him to search his face for the words he hadn’t yet spoken. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way and this has just been a fun little experiment for him. Maybe he would rather you stick to the original plan of starting your family in a year. But when you finally built enough courage to look up at him, your worries dissipated. Jake had moved up to sit against the headboard, his knees bent as he looked over at you. His eyes were watery with joy and he smiled behind a bit lip.

“Y-yeah, yeah I think she should maybe stay here,” Jake responded with a cough, ever trying to hold on to his tough-guy demeanor. “And I think maybe we should make her ours.”

“Yeah, I think so, too,” you nodded. Jake stood up from the bed and took Genevieve to the pack-n-play to lay her down. You followed along behind him, and the two of you stood watching over her as she slept, hand in hand.

You called Natalie first thing the next morning after confirming once again with Jake that this was something you were sure you both wanted. Your families were delighted, and everyone helped the best they could over the next couple weeks getting your new daughter settled into her rightful place in your home. Amelia was ecstatic when you asked her if she would allow you and Jake to adopt the baby, saying that she had hoped you would say so. The three of you worked through the process together, and soon Amelia was off to college with the biggest weight lifted off of her shoulders. You didn’t hear much from her again, save for the graduation announcements from undergrad and –surprisingly—law school with little notes of appreciation and inspiration to you. You tried keeping in touch with her, but she kindly asked you to allow the both of you to live your lives separately. And you were proud to let her live out her dreams without you.

Two months after welcoming Vivy as your daughter, you found out you were pregnant. Terrified was a severe understatement, but when you showed Jake the test, he belted out the most elated belly laugh you thought you would ever hear from him. You remember him setting Vivy down in her bouncer and smashing your cheeks between his palms to kiss you deeply. He made sure to tell you all night how much he loved you, how much he loved your family already, and how much he was going to love adding a new little one to love. When you worried about handling two babies so close together, he would say he had two arms for a reason. He did so much to assure you that this was an exciting thing, and that he would be happy to have a busload more if you wanted them. When June came, and a 10-month-old Vivy smiled and clapped when she met her little sister for the first time, you felt like your heart would actually burst. Unadulterated happiness is the only way you could describe it.

Present time…

You sniffled as you remembered that weekend. It wasn’t easy, but it really had been worth it.

“Yeah, it was worth it. Even the terrible twos,” you laughed. You could feel Jake’s smile on your neck.

“It was and still is. Do you remember when she cried the first time I put her in time out? Broke my heart. Her big round eyes and her puckered lip still haunt me to this day.”

“Oh, my favorite is when she cried at the hospital when she found out Wiley was a boy and not another baby sister for her,” you laughed.

“Oh my gosh! Yeah, when I went out to go get them and tell everyone he was a boy she was not happy. But you should have seen Junie, she kept hugging and patting Vivy on the head and saying ‘its okay sissy, you still got me!’ and Vivy would just cry louder. It was the funniest thing, and I had to try so hard not to laugh at them.”

The two of you laughed some more, and you eventually turned in Jakes arms to lean your head against his chest. “Do you think we’ve given her enough time yet?”

“Yeah, do you want to lead the way or me?”

The rest of that night was spent telling Vivy the entire story and showing her the graduation announcements Amelia had sent. The three of you cried together, laughed together, and Jake reminded her that families are made up of all kinds of people and that blood relation was not a requirement. He reminded her that Uncle Danny was not his blood brother, but that he would always be in their lives. He reminded her that she may not have the same physical features as you or Jake, but that she had your heart and his amazing style (to which she fell over laughing). He reminded her that sometimes people have babies that aren’t meant to have them, and that the best thing her birth mother did for her was giving her the life she had never had. He reminded her to be grateful to Amelia, and that if she ever wanted to meet her, he would hold one hand and you would hold her other. He reminded her that she was loved, and that she would always be your first baby girl.

And he reminded you that your little family was worth everything and more.

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Thanks for reading!

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starandsims · 5 months

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Book 1: Normal Type | Chapter Sixteen: Graduation

It was finally time for Teddy to get his justified reward for all of his hard work and time spent studying. The essays, the projects, the late nights, all came down to this. Not only was he graduating, he was graduating with a perfect record! He’d never had a perfect record before! He’d gotten an A+ in every class he had taken at university, which got him an honorable position.

As he stood outside the building where the ceremony would be held, he excitedly met his classmates from the past four years. “Mitchell, I’m so glad we finally made it!”

“Yeah, we did, buddy!” Mitchell happily returned Teddy’s high five. As Teddy turned to talk to someone else, Mitchell turned his head to his friend and asked. “Do we know that guy?”

Luckily, even if Teddy had heard it, he was far too happy to let that bring down his mood. The graduation ceremony was shorter than he had expected, and he didn’t actually receive a real diploma, that would come in the mail later, but he looked very handsome out there, according to Violet.

The new couple decided to celebrate at a packed bar near the university and were surprised to run into Bliss there. She had already clearly been there for a while, based on the way she was slightly tilting back and forth in her chair and the way her words came out like half of her tongue was numb. Teddy and Violet tried to say hello, but she didn’t seem to want anything to do with them, so they just pretended like she wasn’t there at all.

“Now that I’ve graduated and can get a real job, I’ll be able to afford a better place and be more stable, I can finally quit my retail job!” Teddy said excitedly, imagining the future, and perhaps going a bit too far. “Once I’ve saved up enough money, I can buy you a proper ring, and then we can get married.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth he realized his mistake, Violet had always said she would never get married again, after her experience with her ex-husband. Teddy had planned on easing her into the idea with him, after all, it had taken him a year to get her to agree to be his girlfriend, and now he had potentially just ruined the whole plan.

Before she could respond, Bliss was suddenly in the middle of their conversation. “No way the two of you get married, she’s way too old for you and horrible, she’s a hag, Teddy,” Bliss was interrupted by her own burp before she continued. “You’ve got to get rid of her, she hates animals and she’s stinky, like really stinky.”

This reaction seemed to spur Violet on, who scoffed and pulled Teddy away from his sister. “I think getting married…in the next few years…would be a grand idea, Teddy, I don’t see any other ending with you.”

Teddy could hardly believe his ears, in fact, they were burning red with joy. He’d completely forgotten about Bliss, who hadn’t bothered to follow them and just ordered another drink.

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studyyblrring · 1 year

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Introduction post

Langblr Reactivation Challenge

Week 1 - Day 1 (challenge)

Hi everyone! I'm really hoping to really get back into language learning this year and consequently become more active on here by sharing my progress/resources/just making friends :)

My name is Vanessa and I'm 24.

My TLs this year are: Japanese and Dutch. (in this order)

If things go well, or if I need a break from either, I'll probably either jump back into studying Korean for a bit or properly start with Thai, but I want to focus as much as I can on my TLs.

My mother tongue is Romanian, but I am fluent in English (C1 according to the IELTS test i took almost 4 years ago lmao)

I've dabbled in many languages over the years, but probably the only other one worth mentioning besides the ones I already have is German!

I have a lot of hobbies that i get hyperfixated on alternatively for weeks at a time, including but not limited to: knitting, crocheting, experimenting with digital design (i really wanna learn blender this year), coding, cooking, reading, listening to a lot of music!

I've been a K-pop fan for 8 years :")

Why I'm studying Japanese/Goals:

I've been studying Japanese on/off for 8 (!!!!!) years this April, but I've never been able to get my language level past somewhere in between N5 and N4 on a good day

I'm hoping to reach an intermediate-ish by the of the year, so around N3 (textbook-wise ideally want to be done with the Quartet series and move on to Tobira before 2024, but reaching Quartet II by the end of the year would still be amazing!)

My current goal in terms of JLPT is passing N4 this year! (probably in December, though if things are going well I might try for July as well). maybe even N3 in December but im trying to keep things as realistic and manageable as possible

Now onto why I'm studying, I started learning Japanese when I was in high school because I found out about the MEXT undergraduate scholarships and I was hoping to increase my chances of getting selected, by knowing as much Japanese as possible, but by the time I finished high school I had changed my plans and didn't apply

But through that, I fell in love with both the language and the culture and I got into anime (it was backwards for me lmao), and I kept studying whenever I could and I really miss it, since it's always been a lot of fun for me

I'm also maybe sorta kinda considering applying for the mext graduate scholarship this year or next year but don't hold me to it, I'm not 100% on it yet, but it is another big motivator for me

Why I'm studying Dutch/Goals

this will be a lot shorter as I don't have that many feelings in regard to the dutch language

My reason for studying Dutch is mostly functional, as I'm enrolled in a Dutch university and I live there for most of the year (I'm also starting an internship at a Dutch company this year, and though the staff is international, knowing Dutch would still be helpful) and knowing Dutch at a higher level will simply make my day-to-day life a lot easier and I would have less awkward interactions that start with "Sorry, do you speak English?" 🙃

My goal is to get around B2? maybe B1 would be more realistic? I'm honestly not sure, I haven't decided yet exactly what my textbooks/resources are going to be, as my studying has been kinda sporadic, but I have been keeping a 63-day Duolingo Dutch streak! I also have a Dutch conversation partner with whom I have ~1h Dutch conversation calls twice a month, and those have been quite helpful as well

and i guess my ultimate goal is to simply be able to get around with using mostly (if not only) speaking Dutch when I'm out and about

see you tomorrow :)

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alkaidpedia · 1 year

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SR+ A Way Back: Part 1 Thesis Paper

Key: 🦌: Lu Chen/Alkaid 🖌️: MC 🎒: High School student

🖌️: Next, I will bring everyone to tour around the astronomy department. I cleared my throat and spoke as loudly and clearly as possible. 🖌️: Please follow me— The new students stood up from their seats and I can’t believe I am standing in the same position as Senior Fen Mao* who had said the same thing to me when I was a new student. Still the school day is not here and this is only a reminder of end of vacation and “School open day” and to draw out and select high school students who are going to sit exams and are interested to come for a tour. Although year after year we ridicule “Why do we need to still shoot a promotional video every year even though we will not be using it.“… But to see those anticipated eyes— Truly says there is no intention of pride and vanity, also its fake.

=next scene=

🎒: MC, do you know about radio wave telescope project between St Shelters and other research institutions? 🖌️: I do. There were many people who were the kind to ask many questions and some of the questions I happened absolutely know the answer to. 🎒: Ah, don’t tell me MC is also — 🖌️: Oh, Its not me. Its just I happened to have a friend who knows a lot. 🖌️: I have a friend who especially like stars. 🖌️: From young she wanted to find life in the stars, later she didn’t let these dreams end only as mere interest and was really outstanding in a physic competition… 🖌️: Hmm… Later, if you come to the St Shelters, you should also be introduced to that senior and her course mates. I think of Wang Xing Xing’s sudden showcase of a shy and astute smile, I can’t help smiling. 🖌️: Regardless what major you are in, its in fact interest is the biggest source of motivation. 🖌️: What major is convenient to find work, what major is “Boys and girls can and should study”, what major should I not sit the exam for… 🖌️: … All are not ”Number one priority” you must take in consideration. While I lead the way, I continue to answer questions, the more I speak the easier it got. 🖌️: In St. Shelters, we hope every subject may ought to be your primary one, and be able to become what you originally aspired to be.

=The day before=

🖌️: So difficult, its too hard… Only a day ago, I was still worrying about “How to be a host on open day” I leaned on the sofa like a deflated ball, attempting to memorise the school’s distinguishing qualities and well-known schoolmates by heart, and I’m also worried of myself and the uninteresting tedious burden on my back. I was unwittingly hit that the night is already gradually getting darker. 🦌: What made you stumped? When Lu Chen came out to get water, our eyes met, ashamed I waved back. 🖌️: Just now you also heard and saw nothing… actually its not hard, you don’t need to worry about me. Lu Chen placed a glass of water in front of me, willingly accepted my view, he brought another glass of water directly back to his room. The display light hits his golden hair, making him to be covered in a gentle light He didn’t even looked back at me, and me still maintaining to not disturb work mode. I’m preparing my speech for the school open day and Lu Chen is working on his final edit of graduation thesis paper. For the difficulty factor said, his work is greater than mine and at first my intentions was to accompany him. However I did not think that I would instead be the one to wail like ghosts and howl like wolves*, I lowered my voice scared to disturb him and Lu Chen according to plan carried on in a steady pace. But for a moment, I still can’t help to quietly walk behind Lu Chen 🖌️: Lu Chen… Have your thesis been settled yet? 🦌: Hmm.. Let me see, maybe I need your help. 🖌️: What can I help with? I hugged him from behind. On his computer screen, the cursor flickered indefinitely at the end of a just finished sentence. Lu Chen scrolled for a little while and shared his reference page… 🖌️: Your thesis acknowledgment…. 🦌: Mmm, I wanted to ask you, can I… include you in my thesis? The butterflies in my stomach couldn’t stop fluttering. 🖌️: Wait, after your thesis is published, my name will be recorded on your paper forever. Our names, will be together forever in a form that I never thought of. Lu Chen nodded his head, his gaze full of expectation in a much deeper level. 🦌: Are you willing to do it?

Translation Notes Senior Fen Mao Chen Zi Han's nickname

Wail like ghosts and howl like wolves An idiom which mean to scream and whine freely

#ForAllTime #时空中的绘旅人 #SR+Translations

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justtogetthrough · 2 years

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Today has been busy and emotional and I found out I'll be completing my M.Ed. next spring/early summer if all goes according to a new plan my prof and I developed today (and shes director of the program, so she can pull these strings) and it's like... holy shit. I'm not going to be a student anymore for the first time in my life, at the age of 32. I'll have been in school since the age of 4. Twenty eight years of my life, my whole identity, will be finished.

It'll be kind of funny that I graduated high school at 21 because I was smart and people pulled some strings, my undergrad almost went off without a hitch but I was half a credit short at the last minute so I had to file an appeal to get an audited course to count towards my credits because I'm a nerd and that was granted, and now I'm finishing my masters degree by having strings pulled again - shortcuts because I am apparently so god damn smart and people who read my work become ENAMOURED and bend over backwards to advance me (it's so strange to me, i dont think im that impressive) and it's weird that for each stage of schooling, my mental health is what fucks me over and leaves me short credits (always one fuckong class worth, too) and so people are like. You're too smart to be held back. I'm bending the rules for you. And then they do and now I'm going to be that mentally ill kid who almost died twice as a teenager and dropped out of high school 3 times, but went on to get a MASTERS DEGREE 11 years later, with the help of many compassionate, understanding, and supportive faculty and staff.

I wish the concussion didn't rob me of my executive function because I don't feel smart anymore. I can't perform like I used to and that's been the hold up with grad school. But each prof has been so kind and patient in accommodating me and allowing me to engage deeply with the work as my brain and disabilities allow me, and so when I am able to get thoughts on paper it's like the old me is still there. These profs who are so busy, who are so picky about taking on grad students, offer me the world and its so flattering. It's a huge reason I've ended up on the path I'm on. If none of these adults had taken an interest in mentoring me since thr age of 17/18, I'd be long dead. There is so much hope for difficult teens and I will truly spend my life helping other teens through those terrible years. I'd be dead if teachers didn't see beyond my behaviours and nurtured that part of me that was so curious. I have a chance to live bc of the education I've been able to attain and I could only do that because of people who extended leniency, learned about me, and gave me flexibility. Gave me opportunity.

I'm gonna have a fucking Masters degree yo.

#personal #grad school

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Josuke, The Superhero

Summary: Shortly after moving in with Josuke, you wind up pregnant. Even though your baby was unplanned, you couldn't have picked a better partner to start this journey with.

Pairings: Josuke x Fem!Reader

A/N: Sorry that there's so much exposition. This was actually my first Dad!Josuke fic.

WC: 1.1k

Read it and my other Josuke pieces on AO3 here.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, implied smut, sprinkle of angst if you squint

It brought you great joy to know that your first impression of Josuke at the end of high school had been completely wrong. He was mischievous, yes, but he was also very kind and sweet. He was not the complete delinquent that you'd thought him to be. He blushed when he kissed you on your third date and since then, you were completely smitten. You quickly assimilated into his group of friends. His mom loved you from the moment she met you. According to Okuyasu, Josuke was completely whipped. After graduation, you and Josuke ended up going to separate colleges. Josuke was studying to become a nurse. The distance was hard but you pushed through it. You saw each other every chance you got, even if it was only for a few hours. Josuke came to your graduation and bought the largest bouquet you'd ever seen. Josuke's graduation was the semester after and you couldn't contain your excitement. You would finally be able to be together again. As soon as Josuke's graduation ceremony was over, he grabbed you and asked if you wanted to move in together. Of course! How could you say no? You loved him so much. Of course, you jumped at the chance to take the next step in your relationship.

You'd only been living together for a few months before you felt as though the world had come crashing down around you. Josuke's eyes were wide as saucers. He was still as a statue as his face paled.

“You're sure?”

You felt fear roll in your stomach as you nodded. Tears began to well up at the corners of your eyes.

Josuke hugged you as he began to cry. You hadn't planned for this. Both of you were still so young. You had so many things to accomplish after moving in together. Getting pregnant before 25 was not one of them.

“Josuke, I'm sorry,” you muttered as Josuke's tears began to seep through your shirt.

He looked up at you with tears in his eyes and a big fat smile on his face.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry? I'm gonna be a daddy!” Was all he said before hugging you so tight you thought your lungs would burst.

It was as if a weight had lifted off of your shoulders. You were so prepared for Josuke to be upset that you were completely blindsided by the idea of him actually being happy about your pregnancy. He peppered your face in kisses.

“You're not upset?” you asked absolutely dumbfounded.

“Not at all! Why would I be upset?”

“Josuke, aren't you worried? We're both so young. We're not ready for a kid.”

He hummed as he brought your head to his chest.

“I know. I know. Of course I'm worried but babe, I have to say that there's no one I'd rather be doing this with. You're my everything. Yeah, it's going to be tough, but we'll be together every step of the way. I'll pick up more shifts at the hospital. I'll take care of you.”

“Aren't there things that you wanted to do before having a baby?”

“Well yeah, but now we can do them as a family. Life doesn't stop when you have kids. My mom taught me that,” he says as he places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Are you sure?” You really want to ask him if he's sure that this is what he truly wants.

“I'm positive, babe."

It was as if all your fears had immediately been put to bed.

“I love you, Josuke. So much.”

“I love you too. So much.”

Josuke’s brain changed gears so fast, it was almost scary. He went from thinking about what you guys should eat for dinner to thinking about baby names.

Telling Tomoko was the hard part. She'd given Josuke one rule when he moved out. Don't knock you up. And what had he done? He knocked you up. Telling Tomoko that she was going to be a grandmother in her mid-forties frightened you. Josuke certainly had to get that temper from somewhere. At first, she'd been absolutely furious that Josuke had knocked you up so young. You remember how she wacked Josuke over the head with a balled up newspaper, yelling about how he should've been more careful. But then her eyes softened and she cried in your arms. She was so happy. She admitted to being lonely in such a large house since Josuke moved out. The gears were already turning in her head thinking about how to turn Josuke's old room into a nursery of her own. Her grandkid would have a room of their own when they came to Nana’s house. She made it very clear that the kid would not be calling her “grandma”.

Josuke adjusted much better than you thought he would in the following months. There were times where he was overbearing when it came to monitoring your physical activity and your eating. You had to tell yourself that it was only because he worried about your health as well as your baby’s. He accompanied you to every single doctor's appointment with a list of questions. Josuke being a nurse didn't quell any of his fears. It only made him more anxious because he knew of all the things that could go wrong.

The doctor could tell by your nerves that you were both first time parents. It was common to see new parents as nervous as you were; however, the doctor loved how attentive Josuke was. You had to give Josuke that. He was very attentive. The only time Josuke ever left your side was when he was working or getting something to calm your cravings. Though Josuke had been lazy in his teenage years, he'd grown out of it as an adult. Josuke always grumbled under his breath, but he'd get you whatever you needed or craved, even at three in the morning.

The doctor hadn't even finished his question as to whether you'd like to know the baby's sex before Josuke jumped up with an excited ‘yes’. Josuke always said he'd be perfectly happy with either a boy or a girl, but you could tell Josuke wanted a boy as most fathers do. He had many more boy names on his list than girls. Both you and Tomoko were dying to see Josuke with a daughter. She would have Josuke completely wrapped around her little finger. You daydreamed about a daughter that would have Josuke drink out of pink, plastic tea cups or painting his nails. Josuke denied being susceptible to the charms of your future daughter, but he could never resist a good set of puppy dog eyes. Not even from you. A small part of you couldn't deny the appeal of seeing Josuke with a miniature version of himself if you had a boy. Once the doctor told you the sex of your baby, Josuke cried all the same. You were having a boy. You remember how you could taste the salt from Josuke's tears when he kissed you.

Josuke kept every ultrasound. He kept them stuck to the fridge for the entire duration of your pregnancy. Josuke begged to be put in the NICU or in the pediatric ward at the hospital. Josuke grew up an only child and didn't really have much experience with children aside from the short time that he spent with Shizuka. There were things that books couldn't teach and he wanted to learn before your guest of honor made his appearance into the world.

Josuke had always been very handsy with you, but it seemed to only increase once you got pregnant. He couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was always holding you or had his hands on you regardless of whether or not you were naked. Any changes to your sex life were taken in stride by Josuke. He knew that pregnancy was not easy on your body. It's why he would always bend over backwards for you. He often fell asleep with either his head or his hand on your stomach. The first time your son kicked, he kicked Josuke right in the jaw as he laid his head on your stomach. From that day on, Josuke didn't want to miss a thing. If you both were home, he was touching you in some way.

A little further into your pregnancy, you and Josuke moved out of your crappy apartment and into a home. Josuke was practically jumping for joy when he saw the blank canvas that would soon be your nursery. You told Josuke about your vision for the nursery and he immediately put things into motion. He bought everything that you asked. His issue was assembling everything. How many men does it take to build a crib? Seeing Joksuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi all struggle to put the thing together made you giggle. You're not sure what devil Josuke had to sell his soul to, but somehow he got Rohan to paint your nursery. It was beautiful. You told Josuke you wanted the room to be black and white with pops of color as it was better for the baby's brain and Rohan had completely delivered.

A few weeks later, you were stepping on the scale in your shared bathroom to track your weight as the doctor had ordered. You turned around to see Josuke on one knee with a small, black box in his hand. He was sweating nervously and there was a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Josuke, wha—”

“I know. I've been carrying this ring around for weeks trying to find the right time. Then I realized that the right time won't come. I have to create the right time. Listen, I just, I love you so much. I want you to know that. Even before you got pregnant, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. There's never been any doubt in my mind that you're the person for me. You're the best partner a person could ever have. And, and, and you're having my baby. You're having my baby.” He gives a small chuckle at the end as if he's amazed that this is happening. “You're having my baby and I love you so much. I want you to marry me. Will you marry me? You deserve a nice proposal. You do, but watching you these past couple days...I couldn't wait.”

You had started crying before he even finished. Josuke was shirtless and wearing tattered sweat pants and on one knee in your bathroom. You were half naked standing on a scale. It is hardly the perfect setting. But it was. You dropped down to your knees and met Josuke at eye level. You put your hands on Josuke's cheeks and he broke. He cried and you gave him a smile that was filled with happy tears.

“Yes! Josuke! Yes! Of course, I'll marry you!”

Josuke leaned forward and kissed your breath away. He laughed as he peppered your face with kisses. You were sure your heart would jump out of your chest. Josuke had asked you to marry him! He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life! For better or worse!

“I love you so much!” You told him as he wiped the tears from your eyes.

You giggled as Josuke opened the box to grab the ring.

“It’s beautiful. But Josuke—” you began to say as he brought the ring toward your finger. “Josuke, it won't fit. My fingers are too swollen.”

Josuke sighed.

“No, it's okay,” You laughed at the defeated look on Josuke's face. “You can just propose to me again when it fits.”

Josuke gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

“I can't wait to marry you."

You both had decided that you would have a wedding further down the line. You didn't want to be uncomfortable at your own wedding or on your honeymoon due to your pregnancy. So you decided that you could wait. You'd wait until the end of time if you had to. It didn't matter. You would marry him in a sewer. As long as you got to marry Josuke Higashikata. A few weeks later, you both stood in front of an officiant at the courthouse up the street from your home. It was a small and intimate ceremony, only your immediate family present. You're sure the flash from Tomoko's studio quality camera left you partially blind with the hundreds of photos she took. When you exchanged vows, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Josuke had prepared vows for you and bump. He'd promised you not to be perfect but the best he can be. He'd make mistakes and it wouldn't always be easy, but he couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else. To your bump, he promised to be the best father he could be. He's never been a father before, so it would be something new for both him and your baby. He promised to take the time to get to know your baby and learn the way they want to be loved because he had so much love to give his only son. He sealed the deal with a kiss to your lips then a kiss to your bump. After that, you were officially married. A huge wedding would come later.

Everything else seemed to fly by. Before you knew it, your baby was crying in your arms for the first time. You and Josuke couldn't stop crying. Months of waiting culminated for this very moment. Your heart grew twice as large. Your son was here and he looked exactly like the man you wished to spend the rest of your life with, right down to his cute eyes and ears. You felt happy, complete. Josuke had told you the same between sobs.

The doctor was in awe of the way you healed so quickly. It was almost as if your body had not accommodated a baby or that you had even given birth. The doctor and attending nurse were dumbfounded at how quickly you had healed by the time you returned for your follow up visit. They didn't need to know how Crazy Diamond had healed you as soon as you got home from the hospital. Josuke couldn't bear to see you in pain. One thing Crazy Diamond couldn't fix was how tired both you and Josuke were. Figuring out parenthood was hard. All the baby books in the world couldn't prepare you for when your baby actually arrived. Changing the diapers on those lifeless dolls in your class was nothing like changing the diaper of a squishy, wiggly baby. In Josuke's sleepy state, he'd accidentally fastened a diaper or two backwards.

Josuke was a good dad. No, Josuke was an amazing dad. The speed that he adjusted to being a parent of a newborn was blinding. You'd expected you both to fumble a lot as new parents. It was still hard, but having Josuke as your partner made things much much easier. He was able to implement a lot of his nursing skills and tricks he picked up in the NICU. Sometimes you felt like he had a better grip on parenthood than you did. No matter how exhausted he was, he got up for midnight feedings and diaper changes. You wish you could say it was without complaint, but Josuke griped all the way down to the nursery, every single night. If you fell asleep while putting the baby to bed, Josuke had no problem cleaning any mess that you and the baby had left behind. When you asked him about it, he said that it's the least he could do since he couldn't be home with you and the baby all day.

Crazy Diamond was a big help around the house. It didn't surprise you anymore if you came home to see your baby rocking back and forth in mid-air while Josuke was busy doing something else. Crazy Diamond was also very helpful with the bumps, the bruises, and the teething. He was honestly a lifesaver. He didn't complain nearly as much as Josuke when changing stinky diapers.

It was hard to believe that just a few short years ago, Josuke was considered a delinquent. That version of Josuke would surely tease him for strapping his baby to his chest as he went grocery shopping or yelling at the neighbors to turn down their music at 9pm.

Josuke cried for all the milestones. Baby’s first time sitting up. Baby's first solid meal. Baby’s first crawl. Baby's first ‘dada’. Baby's first time standing. Baby’s first steps. And baby's first birthday. He was there for it all and he cried for it all. He was such an emotional father and you loved him so much for it. There was never an issue with Josuke showing you how he truly felt. He took what felt like millions of photos and would show them to just about anyone who would entertain him for longer than five minutes. “Look at my family!” he’d say as he shoves photos into someone's face.

The most emotional day for Josuke was your son's first day of preschool. Josuke took the day off to be there. “Wouldn't miss it for the world,” he said. You'd gotten emotional putting on your son's school uniform that morning. Josuke reassured you that everything would be fine. It was time for your little rascal to go to school and socialize with other kids. You thought you'd have a hard time letting your son go when you made it to the campus, but it was Josuke who was on his knees holding onto your son with tears in his eyes.

“Josuke, you have to let him go. Classes are starting,” you said as all the other parents stared while walking past the three of you.

Josuke pressed a flurry of wet kisses to your son's cheek and hugged him tight.

“I'll be okay, Daddy. I promise.”

“Okay, kiddo.” Josuke placed a gentle kiss on your son's temple as he rubbed his head. “You're gonna do great. I love you.”

“I love you too, Daddy,” your son said as he hugged Josuke.

Little hands smushed Josuke's cheeks to look him in the eye. Josuke sniffled as he looked at your son. If you weren't holding back your own tears, you might've laughed at how your son was the one comforting Josuke and not the other way around.

“Be good Daddy, okay?” he said as he placed a kiss on Josuke's forehead.

“I will.”

Josuke let your son go with one more kiss to his forehead. There was a watery smile on Josuke's face the entire car ride home.

There are times where you would catch Josuke staring at you two. He says that he's taking a mental picture. He has a hard time explaining to you that he's staring at you because he's so, so happy. He loves you both so much. He is so grateful. At sixteen, he'd crossed paths with a serial killer and been badly injured. He had a close brush with death, but he made it. He survived. He went on to live a full and happy life. He managed to get married to the love of his life and have a rambunctious little kid with you. He was grateful. He had a family. It was small, but it was his. Growing up, he always had his mother and grandfather, but this was different. This was a family that he'd crafted with his own two hands. He was the foundation of it. There was no greater pride in his life.

The first thing that Josuke always did as soon as he got home from work was shower. He wouldn't even kiss you or your son until he's showered the work day away. You know he does it for your safety. He'd gotten both of you sick once with a cold he'd passed on from a patient. He never forgave himself. Most days Josuke snuck into the house through the garage. Your only signal that he was home was the sound of the shower running.

You were putting the finishing touches on dinner when you heard heavy footsteps padding towards the kitchen. You can't help the smile creeping across your lips. Warm arms snake around your waist from behind.

“DADDY!” you hear your son yell as he runs over to hug Josuke's leg.

“Hey, kiddo,” Josuke says as he leans down to pick up your son.

You turn to face Josuke, his freshly washed hair tickling the tip of your nose. He's grinning ear to ear when he leans down to kiss you.

“Yucky!” Your son says as he pretends to cover his eyes.

It only makes you want to kiss Josuke again.

“Welcome home,” you say sweetly as you place a chaste kiss to his lips.

Josuke presses a big, wet kiss to your son's cheek before putting him down. Your son runs back over to his table where he's working on a drawing that will surely go on the fridge or on Josuke's work desk later.

“How are my favorite two people doing? How was school, buddy?” he asks as he walks over to the craft table.

“It was good!” your son tells him as he scribbles away at the paper.

“You finished all your homework?”

“Yup! Momma helped me with it!”

“Today, his teacher had the whole class draw a picture of their favorite hero,” you tell Josuke over your shoulder as you finish plating the meal.

“Yeah and who'd you draw, kiddo? Let me guess. Superman or, oh! Spider-Man. I know you like his costume!”

“Nope!”

“Then who? Spider-Man is your favorite!”

“I drew you.”

You can physically see the moment that Josuke's brain sputters and stops working.

“What?” is all that comes out of Josuke's mouth.

“I drew a picture of you, silly goose. Momma told me that you help people everyday. I want to be like that when I grow up. I could be a nurse just like you,” your son says without even looking up from the drawing that he's working on.

Josuke looks up at you in absolute disbelief.

“Yup. Here's the drawing,” you tell him as you take the drawing off the counter and hand it to Josuke.

Josuke looks at the picture as if it held all the secrets to the universe.

“This is me,” Josuke says in utter shock.

“Yup! Do you like it, Daddy?”

His son thought he was a hero. His son. His son wanted to grow up to be just like him. Josuke didn't always like his job, but he liked helping people and that was always good enough for him. Or at least he thought it was. This is better. He's an example. He's someone that his son wants to be when he gets older. Parents always want their children to be good in life. Knowing that his son not only thought he was good, but good enough to emulate later in life? It made his heart feel like it was going to liquify and pour out of his chest.

It was difficult for you to make out exactly what the picture was when your son handed it to you. Then he told you it was “daddy in his work uniform” and you'd melted just the same as Josuke was now. You couldn't wait until Josuke got home. You almost spilled the beans when Josuke called you on his lunch break. You're so happy you waited for this moment. You could see the waterworks getting started. Josuke brought your son into a tight hug and burst into tears.

“I love it,” Josuke says so low, it's hardly a whisper.

“Why are you crying, Daddy?”

Josuke begins to pepper your son's face in big, wet kisses that make your son laugh.

“I love you so much, kiddo!” Josuke says with so much pride in his voice.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

“This is so great. I can't wait to show everyone at work! And Nana! I just—I love you. So much.”

You desperately want to take a picture of this moment, but you don't want to trample on the genuity of the scene unfolding in front of you.

Josuke is on cloud nine for the rest of the night. He and your son giggle right through dinner, bathtime, and a bedtime story. When you're done cleaning the kitchen and putting away the food, you find Josuke tucking in your sleeping son. Josuke joins you in the doorway, watching your little one sleep.

“Hey. Come to bed,” you tell him as you tug his arm.

Josuke slides his arms around your waist as he brings you to his chest. He hums with a smile as he looks down at you.

“He's such a good kid,” he says and his voice is filled with nothing but love and warmth.

Josuke is still in a dreamy daze that only his family can give him. It's almost like he's daydreaming while he's looking at you. He's so proud and so happy. Nothing is more important to him than this.

“You're just saying that because you're his favorite!” You giggle quietly.

“I am not! He's a good kid, really. Besides, I'm just the hero for today. You're definitely his favorite.” He presses his forehead to yours. “We did good.”

“Yeah. We did,” you sigh as you close your eyes.

“Let's make another one.”

Your eyes snap open at that. His eyes have lost their softness in favor of something much more mischievous. A devilish smile begins to work its way across his lips as he leans down to kiss the junction of your jaw and neck. You push him away playfully.

“Josuke!”

“I've got four days off. In a row.”

He holds you tight as he smiles like a tiger. You look up at him and you can see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“I have a sexy suggestion,” your words causing him to raise a brow.

He's all ears.

“How about tonight...we get—” your fingers rub a warm path against his chest. “—a full night of sleep?”

“Ooh. A full night? So sexy.”

“And in the morning? We can sleep in.”

“Mmm. So dirty. Tell me more.”

You both giggle. Josuke gently kisses your forehead.

“Come on. Let's get to bed,” you say as you take him by the hand and lead him down the hall to your bedroom.

You settle into bed and lay your head on Josuke's chest. You can tell he's having trouble keeping his eyes open as soon as his head hits the pillow. His arms are warm as they hold you close. You almost think he's fallen asleep before he pipes up to say something.

“I meant what I said. We should have another kid.”

You look up at him and his eyes are closed. He's seconds from drifting off to sleep.

“We can talk about it in the morning. Get some sleep.”

Josuke grunts in approval.

“I love you, babe.”

“I love you too.” You're not even sure if he hears you before he drifts off to sleep. “So much.”

#josuke higashikata x reader #josuke x reader #jjba x reader #jjba #jjba diu #josuke fluff #dad!josuke

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Ranting

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it :)

Summary: In the middle of midterms, Spencer's daughter has enough and for the first time in her life, she rants to the team

Warnings: one swear word, school, school stress, mental breakdown, shitty friends, a bit of angst (but there is fluff to balance that out), weird grammatical sentences that are according to google correct

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________ As a teenager, Spencer was pretty closed off. But this had several reasons, like being a child (or moreover a teen prodigy) at college and getting his first Ph.D, or that he hadn’t had a safety net of people he could have gone to. So as he became a father himself, he tried everything possible to assure his own daughter that her feelings and thoughts are always welcome and valid.

Unfortunately (Y/N) herself has developed the same habit starting high school and ever since Spencer can’t do anything to get her to open up to him. It’s not like they don’t have a good relationship, they have one of the strongest father-daughter bonds the BAU has ever witnessed. The girl simply has other ways to cope with her feelings and how to act them out in the safety of her own four walls. Her father learned to accept it, knowing that he can’t and won’t force her to talk to him.

So what follows now not only shocked Spencer. But also his work family.

It’s the time every teen in high school dreads: Midterms.

A word a teacher can mutter and a shiver goes through the rows of students in the classroom. Or at least it feels like it to (Y/N). She takes her school work very seriously. In her mind every single grade determines her future.

The rational part in her knows that the grades in her sophomore year doesn’t matter. That they are even long forgotten when she graduates. There is just so much pressure on her. But it isn’t coming from her father.

Spencer is pretty laid-back regarding school. He knows his daughter is trying her best and that it’s just the tenth grade and not the end of the world. School is not everything life has to offer, especially he has to know it as a scholar and profiler flying through the country in a jet back and forth.

It’s (Y/N)’s classmates, who pressure her to get good grades.

“We depend on you and your notes”, Tyler exclaims as he jogs next to her through the busy hallway. “Ty, I know. But I don’t have the time to get them done for all of you to understand by tomorrow. They are still a mess that only I know to see through. I still have to finish my history project and I go to my Dad’s work this afternoon, which means I won’t get much done and I still have to do the homework I got today before sorting my notes for the test in two days.”

At her locker, the boy still doesn’t let go of the subject. “Do you want to say that our grades don’t matter as much as yours? Because this would be a true selfish statement.” Maybe it is the lack of sleep, because she pulled three all-nighters in two weeks, or the fact that she is slowly getting fed up being treated like an unpaid private teacher, but (Y/N) can’t stop her sassy answer. “Tyler, you wouldn't even know how to tell apart your ass from your head if it weren’t for me and my help in biology. You wouldn’t even know how to spell selfish if I didn’t let you copy my answers in spelling tests in elementary school.”

Done with the day and her friend’s shit, she slams the door of her locker shut and leaves a flabbergasted boy behind. Half an hour later the teenager enters the bullpen with her visitor badge clipped to the pocket of her sweater.

On the way there she was fuming. The audacity of her friends. It’s not only Tyler, who tried to get her notes of a unit, she was the only one listening, even though the teacher said loud and clear that this will be important for midterms. A few other friends out of the group she usually hangs out with texted her the same question of when her notes will be given to them. Understandably, (Y/N) comes into the office in the worst mood anyone from the team ever saw, including her own father.

“Hey Sweetheart”, he tries to greet her with a hug. Even though both of them are not big on touch, they are extra affectionate with people they are close to.

To everybody’s surprise, the girl takes a step back, effectively avoiding his open arms. “Hey”, she grumbles out before taking a seat in the chair already waiting for her. Nobody is allowed to sit in this one, except for her. Not even Derek has ever put his butt on this one, knowing the sacredness of it.

Without sparing anyone another glance, (Y/N) gets the needed stuff for that history project out and continues working on it. The team resorts to throwing a questiongly look to Spencer, who shrugs his shoulders with a look of despair. So everyone resumes their work without even daring to say a word.

The general silence is occasionally broken by an unnerved sigh leaving the teenager’s lips. “Is the conference room occupied?” She asks, her voice clearly showing how annoyed she is. Her father shakes his head. “No, not that I know of. Do you need help with your school work?” This is obviously the wrong thing to say. “Do I look like a baby? I don’t need anyone to help with that, I have been going to school for ten years now, I think I can handle this project as perfectly fine as I did since day one. It’s just your keyboard typing that will be the reason for my first grey hairs if I don’t get out of here soon.”

Quickly (Y/N) gathers her stuff and storms off into the conference room. Immediately the team crowds her father’s desk. “What happened?” “Who hurt her?” “Go, talk to her!”

“Guys, I don’t know what’s going on. I’m at the same loss as all of you. The only thing I know is that (Y/N) is under pressure, because it’s midterms. But judging by the way she reacted, I don’t want to go near her. It’s safer to try to defuse a bomb than talk to her in that mood. Last time I saw something similar, her favorite show was declared finished, got a revival and then didn’t get one and nobody mentioned it again. She was so mad, I think it took three years of her life.” A silence of uncertainty spreads through the room.

“What about we give her some room until she calms down?” JJ suggests, being unsure herself how to deal with a teenage girl. But the rest agrees and goes back to filling out their paperwork.

This continues for about 20 minutes, till a loud bang and a frustrated scream is heard followed by “DON’T THEY WANT TO GET IT OR ARE THEY JUST STUPID?!” Alerted by that, seven people (yes, even Dave and Aaron leave their offices, while Penelope was already in the bullpen) storm into the round table room only to see a more than outraged (Y/N).

“Sweetheart”, Spencer speaks to her in the gentlest voice they ever heard from him and slowly moves towards his daughter, “What’s going on?”

Her response is delayed by several deep breaths she has to take in order to be able to talk without seething. “ALL OF MY SO CALLED FRIENDS ARE ASKING ME FOR MY NOTES, like do I look like a personal tutor? And when I tell them that I got a life, a life outside of school and grades, because otherwise I go completely bananas, just like all of you say, they get mad. Now they act like I’m the most selfish person in the whole world. I’m so done, can’t they understand that they are old enough to take care of their own stuff? I’m not responsible for them, their grades or anything regarding their lives. Otherwise I would be the mother of at least four toddlers and one baby and at the age of sixteen I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility. I know friends are there for eachother, and I really don’t mind helping them from time to time. But what they are doing is terror. Terror.

“Oh and don’t get me started on their tormention if I get something lower than an A-. Then they suddenly transform into geniuses, like they suddenly know everything possible. Of course, I’m the dumb one. I should have studied more.

“I am under an insane amount of pressure, because I know they rely on me, but enough is enough. I tell them that if anyone asks me for anything school related again and they act like I owe them an answer, I’ll cut off all ties to all of them. What am I, a roboter just there for their needs, without some of my own?”

After her long rant, (Y/N) takes a couple more breaths. It’s pretty much the only sound right now, because the team is stunned. None of them heard her talking, no ranting, like that. Not even her Spencer has seen her like that.

Realizing what she just said, the teenager fidgets nervously with her hands. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know, blow up like that. I, I really don’t know where this came from.” Nervously she scratches the back of her head. It really wasn’t her intention to let it out like that. Her plan was just to come home tonight and deal in the confinement of her own four walls with all of her feelings. It’s easier to be honest to yourself when you are alone than having an audience watching you losing it.

Suddenly (Y/N) finds herself engulfed in a massive bear hug. “Oh, my sweet sweet summerchild. You needed to rant to us and I’m so happy you did. Even though your uhm, friends, sound like big douchebags, we can help you sort something out”, Penelope tells her while keeping her arms around the teen.

“Just like lil mama said, we are here for you, Baby Reid. Don’t ever be afraid to tell us something, may it even be as small as you having stubbed your toe.” Morgan ruffles her hair and gives her a reassuring smile.

Just like them everybody shows her their support, be it encouraging words or affectionately gestures. Rossi invites her to a calm and quiet dinner at his mansion, cooking class included. Hotch assures her that she will get through this rough patch, with or without these fake people. JJ suggests (Y/N) comes over to her home and she can participate in a family game night at their home.

When it’s Emily’s turn, she makes sure to get her message loud and clear by looking the teen in the eyes (not as deep as it sounds, because some people make an intense stare really uncomfortable): “If those kids give you a hard time again, tell me. I’ll pay them a visit in classic protective godmother fashion, because nobody traits MY godchild like this. Just give me their names and I’ll handle the rest.” Obviously she doesn’t say this aloud in front of everyone, else Hotch will have her head, knowing she goes through with her threats. Instead she whispers it into the teen’s ear. Still, it makes (Y/N) smile, having such a strong support net.

Sensing the family’s need for time of their own to talk about the whole situation, the team leaves the room. Spencer gestures to her to take a seat after moving two chairs opposite each other. He wants her not to feel trapped.

“Do you still want to talk about it? It doesn’t have to be now, we can do it tonight, tomorrow, in a week or in a month. Just, please don’t shut me out. I know it’s difficult to be a teenager, especially in times like these. But it won’t do you any good keeping all of this for yourself. Today you took it out through anger. How will it look next time?

I don’t want to pressure you into talking. We don’t need to. We can find other coping mechanisms. We can try and reduce your stress. Anything. But we both know that this is not the right way.” While speaking, he takes his daughter’s hand, making her look up to him.

(Y/N) nods. Her eyes fill with tears. “I just can’t keep going like this.” She whispers, feeling all the stress, pressure and the intensity of the last few weeks crashing down on her. Quickly Spencer gathers her in his arms, letting her cry in his embrace.

After calming down, she looks up to her father with bloodshot eyes. “We can talk tonight. But I need you to do me a favor.” “Anything”, he assures her, stroking a hand along her back. “I, uhm, I need a new phone. I may or may not have thrown mine against the wall after getting a text from Tyler.”

Spencer looks at the crooked cell laying on the floor, the screen cracked. “I think we can get that sorted”, he tells her with a smile and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

The two of them leave the office earlier, having many things to talk about and many problems to solve. But with the help of her family (Y/N) gets through this, a time where people unfortunately only like her for her smarts and not being herself.

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The Summer Before College | Marcus Moreno x reader

summary: just because you got some good scholarships doesn't mean you couldn’t use some extra cash. luckily, babysitting for a family friend has been a steady side gig for you. rule number one of babysitting: don't let your wandering eye rest for too long on the hot single dad.

word count: 4.7k

warnings: smut (dub con elements? but she’s into it lol don’t worry), age gap (he’s 40-something, reader’s 18/19), loss of virginity, pussy spanking (like, once), lots of petnames and ‘good girl’s, not a dark fic but kinda pushing it, not explicitly dad's best friend trope but it has that energy and I've decided that he is in fact friends with the reader's dad

a/n: this has basically nothing to do with the movie. he’s just a hot dad. don’t overthink it.

You knew the walk to the Moreno's by now: down two blocks from your house, take a right at San Vicente, a left on Birch, a few houses down and you're there. With your full backpack weighing on your shoulders it felt longer than usual, but you made it anyways and knocked on the front door.

"It's open!" a voice called from inside, and you turned the knob and swung the door open.

You almost regretted wearing your tiniest jean shorts, from the way Mr. Moreno did a double take when you walked in. But hey, it was the middle of summer and he would never look at you like that— you were just his daughter's babysitter, ever since you were sixteen; he was probably just surprised to see that you were wearing something other than your school uniform. Maybe some part of you wished he would look at you like that…

Missy called your name, tearing you from your thoughts, jumping up when she saw you and beaming as she rushed to give you a hug. "Hey!" you greeted in return.

“Thanks again for doing this,” Mr. Moreno nodded in your general direction, apparently already dressed for whatever it was he had to do, slipping on his jacket from where it hung on a hook by the door. "She's already had dinner, so just homework and bedtime," he explained to you as you nodded dutifully.

"Bedtime? Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore," Missy rolled her eyes.

"Okay, you're a big kid and you need to be asleep by 10. It's a school night."

She huffed but didn't protest, and you joined her on the couch because she wanted to show you some drawings she’d done earlier that day. "Bye, Dad!" Missy waved when he left, and he turned back quickly to blow a kiss in her direction.

Once you helped her finish her homework (frankly, you didn't have to do that much— she's a smart kid), the two of you enjoyed some video games before you finally got her to start getting ready for bed.

It was cute how confident Missy was that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, only for her to be snoring within five minutes of her head hitting the pillow. You were envious of how easily she could sleep; you could kill an hour just tossing and turning and readjusting your blanket. But that wasn’t going to be your problem tonight: you weren’t going to sleep yet, until the man of the house returned, meaning all you had to do was wait.

Even in summer, having already graduated, you had plenty of work to do while you waited for Mr. Moreno. Knowing what classes you had in the fall, you bought your textbooks a bit early and planned on reading them all before the semester began. You’d already gotten through Philosophy Through the Ages and now you continued from where you left off in the middle of Introductory Physics.

What surprised you was that you had time to finish that one, too. You had anticipated that Mr. Moreno would be back before you made it to the module on fluid dynamics, but you reached the index at a quarter past midnight and he was still gone. You shrugged and picked up the next one— A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry— hoping he was alright and that he’d be back soon.

You had to make yourself some coffee when 1 a.m. rolled around; tired, anxious, and distracted, you realized this was probably not the best state to be attempting to study in, but you didn’t feel like you had a choice. You didn’t want to fall asleep here, you’d promised to watch Missy and you couldn’t exactly do that while asleep… plus, he would probably be back any minute now. Sure, you’d been saying that to yourself for nearly an hour and a half now, but it was more true than ever.

It was another hour and a half, though, until his car pulled into the driveway and he pushed through the front door, prompting you to set aside your textbook.

“Good evening,” you greeted, standing up. He looked a little disheveled— but it worked for him, with that curly hair all messed up in just the right way. Maybe it was just that it was late or that it was the rare time you saw him without Missy around, but there was a darkness about him now, not sinister so much as just purely intimidating. It was like you hadn’t really taken him seriously before, and now you were appreciating that you should have.

“She’s asleep?” he assumed, glancing over to the hallway which his daughter’s bedroom was positioned at the end of before slipping his jacket off and hanging it by the door.

“It’s half past two, so… I really hope so,” you chuckled.

“Shit, is it that late already?” he groaned, glancing at his watch.

“Did you not notice?”

“I.. got carried away.”

You didn’t want to know what he’d been out so late for. It was none of your business, and you figured you were better off without any secrets to keep— you’d never been so good at keeping secrets, even your own.

“Been studying this whole time?” he noticed as he glanced at the textbooks on the couch, grinning a little. It sort of felt like he was mocking you, and it made your cheeks warm as you nodded. “What a good girl.”

That made a cold tingle crawl up your spine. Sure, other students had called you that before, and plenty of your teachers, but when he said it, like that… it felt entirely new. “I try,” you managed to respond eventually.

“You’ll do well in college, I bet.”

“You think so?” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he nodded confidently. There was something comforting about the way he smiled at you; yet, there was something predatory about the way his eyes glanced down your body and back up slowly.

As you turned and bent over to pick up your textbooks off the couch, you could tell that he had stepped closer; you could just barely hear the soft noise of his footsteps on his carpet, just barely feel the warmth of him behind you, just barely pick up on the slow, thoughtful breath he took in and out through his nose.

Standing back up slowly, you felt him do it again, right against your neck.

“M-Mr. Moreno,” you stammered, shivering when his hands gripped you on either arm. Not a tight grip, per se, but one that made his strength obvious.

“You don’t have to call me that,” he breathed. “Not when we’re alone.”

Not that you really had any plan on how to respond to that, but if you had, it would've been forgotten as his lips brushed over your neck, leaving teasing kisses in a trail over your pulse.

"Wait—" you blurted out instinctively when his hands moved to your waist, cut off by your own shaky sigh and suppressed moan. “What if she wakes up?” you questioned anxiously, glancing down the hallway and hoping you wouldn’t find Missy there, watching her dad feeling you up— and you letting him, not just that but enjoying it. Of course, the hallway was deserted, but you couldn’t feel certain it would stay that way.

“She won’t,” he assured. “Not if you can be a good girl and stay quiet.”

You made a little whimpering noise as you wondered if you could. You didn’t know how, really; you were good at being quiet when you were alone, but being alone had never felt like this. Forbidden, sexy, terrifyingly wonderful… nothing had ever felt like this.

“Do you want me to stop?” he purred, sounding like he already knew the answer.

“No,” you answered a little too quickly, “please… please don’t stop.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” he grinned. “Tell me what you do want.”

“I want…” you sighed and started over again, willing yourself to speak your thoughts aloud even though they made a pit of guilt sink in your stomach. "I want you to make me feel good."

You knew it was a sort of childish way of putting it, even before he laughed at your statement, but you weren't sure what else to say. "Yeah? I can do that," he decided. "But I can make you feel good in so many ways…" he trailed off as his right hand slipped lower and lower, finally landing between your legs as you gasped. Two fingers slid over the crotch of your shorts, and somehow he managed to bump against something that made electricity shoot up your spine and your hips buck into his touch of their own accord. You felt his smile widen as his teeth grazed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "You'll have to be more specific," he finally finished. "How do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Inside me," you whined, "I want you inside me."

There was a sudden shift as it seemed like the control he had over you suddenly did not extend to himself; he growled a bit and pulled you into him, and you could feel the hard shape of his cock, through his trousers and your shorts. You could feel it pressed just above your ass and it made you squirm against his embrace. "Feel what you do to me?" he grunted, and you nodded quickly. "Good."

He spun you around quickly, pulling you close to him and burning right through you with those brown eyes darker than ever, but just as you thought he might kiss you, he spoke instead.

“My bedroom’s upstairs,” he informed you quietly.

You just nodded, following him as he pulled you along through the house, up the stairs and past the door to the master bedroom of the house.

Now that you hadn’t seen it coming, of course, was when he chose to grab you and kiss you suddenly. It was rough and passionate and nothing like you could've imagined; you were certain you'd never been kissed like this, like he needed to kiss you more than he needed anything.

Your arms slipped around his neck as he pushed you back against the wall, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as he kicked the door shut behind the two of you. Little moans were muffled by the kiss— and it took you a minute to realize they were yours. You didn’t even sound like yourself; probably because you’d never felt like this before, and therefore had never had any reason to sound like this.

You could feel his cock between your legs, though unfortunately not in the way you wanted. Still, it drove you wild to have him so close like this, to try to imagine how the thick shape you were feeling would ever fit inside you.

His hands were so strong and thick that you worried they’d stretch out your tank top just by reaching under it— well, that is you would have worried about that if you could think about anything else but his hands reaching under your tank top. He didn’t even waste his time touching you over your bra, instead making quick work of the clasps with one hand before coming back to grope one breast in his palm, then the other. Just that was enough to make you run your fingers into his hair, but a little pinch to your raised nipple made your fists tighten and pull— you didn’t mean to, and you were just about to feel bad about it until he growled a little. It seemed like a growl of approval, considering he pinched your nipples harder to make you do it again.

“Feels good?” he asked with annoying (yet arousing) confidence.

“S-so good,” you slurred, stumbling over your words as you tried to think as clearly as possible through the thick haze of pleasure clouding your mind.

As he guided you to set your legs down and unhook your arms from around his neck, you felt a bit like a doll being posed; when he pulled your top over your head and your bra from your arms, you felt like a doll being undressed. You sort of didn’t mind it; you were happy to let him take the lead, confident he knew at least 100% more about this than you did.

He knelt down before you as he roughly pulled at your tight jean shorts, his knuckles nearly bruising your hips as he stripped you. Your underwear were not the pair you would’ve worn if you had known somebody was going to see them, just a plain dark blue color that made you feel so drab as he came face-to-face with them. He didn’t seem to mind much, grinning up at you as he slipped his fingers under them and pulled them down, too. Your face was so hot and yet your legs were breaking out into goosebumps simultaneously, and a shiver rolled up your body when he growled at the sight of your body laid bare for him. Before you could even process it, he stood up and grabbed you, tossing you back onto the bed and spreading your legs.

“Fuck, what a pretty little pussy,” he praised with a smile that made you feel a little light-headed, swirling a few fingers over your swollen button until pulling them back to spank you there— it wasn’t even that hard, but you yelped and jolted and he laughed darkly. “So sensitive,” he purred, his words walking a fine line between a compliment and a taunt, “so wet.”

Another finger slipping down to your entrance proved him right, your arousal plentiful as his touch glided through your folds.

Suddenly overcome with a moment of bravery, you sat up and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, making him smile down at you. “Let me help you,” he offered as he worked the buttons instead, freeing you to try to open his belt. “Look at you, acting so desperate…”

At this point, you weren’t even offended by that; you wanted him so bad that you didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed by it anymore.

He slipped the shirt off of his shoulders just as you finished opening the belt. He pushed your hands away, and now you could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he held you down by your wrists. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, señorita,” he purred.

Why did feeling powerless to him turn you on so much? There was no real fear to it— you knew and trusted him, you would never have developed your misguided crush on him if you didn’t— and yet there was a strong edge of uncertainty as he kissed your neck and moved down your chest, between your breasts before he stopped to kiss those, too.

“Oh god,” you breathed, and he smiled against your skin before sitting up and staring down at you. It wasn’t apparent if it was distant streetlights or the moonlight shining in through the window, but either way it cast a cold blue light into the room that reflected as a glimmer in his eyes.

“Not gonna make you wait any longer,” he promised in a low voice, reaching down to push his unbuttoned belt and trousers to his thighs— those thick, muscular thighs that made your lip catch between your teeth.

Your breath caught, too, but in your lungs this time as his cock was exposed: thick, swollen, veiny… it looked picturesque, if thoroughly intimidating. You couldn’t figure out if you wanted to move towards it or sheepishly crawl away.

"Why do you look scared?" he asked, his voice so much deeper than you remembered it from before, even if there was genuine concern somewhere in his tone.

"Is it gonna hurt?" you asked instead of answering.

"Baby…" he sighed huskily, "are you a virgin?"

You bit your lip and looked away, irritated that you hadn't managed to hide your fear enough to keep your secret.

He sighed, your silence apparently answer enough.

"Do you not want to, anymore?" you asked anxiously, afraid you had completely killed the mood. Part of the reason it'd taken you this long to lose it was specifically because people seemed intimidated by the idea of being your first.

"No, no, I— no," he asserted sternly. "I just need to… change my approach, slightly.”

He leaned down a bit, hovering over you as he trailed his hand up your leg, rubbing the inside of your thigh before finally drawing circles over your aching clit with his thumb, causing you to shiver and moan quietly.

“And, to answer your question, it won’t hurt. Not if I get you good and ready for me,” he explained, pushing just one finger into you— and even that small of a stimulation made your eyes flutter shut, with his fingers being so much thicker and stronger than yours.

The second made your fists clench around the satin-y sheets beneath you. You didn’t dare open your eyes, knowing you’d find him staring down at you and you weren’t ready for that, weren’t ready to see his reaction to your body in such a vulnerable state. You could hear his reaction, though, with the rough groans and satisfied sighs he let out as he pumped his fingers into you.

When three fingers filled you, your eyes shot open. “Fuck!” you yelped.

He smiled but slowed down, apparently taking some pity on you— but not enough to stop him from pressing down harder on your clit.

Just when you figured he’d warmed you up enough and he’d fuck you like he promised, he slid lower and the bed and bent down, adding his tongue into the mix with his fingers. It was… overwhelming, and hot, not just psychologically but literally: it was physically hot, as in temperature. How was his mouth so warm against you, and his fingers so warm inside you?

When he latched his lips around your clit and sucked on it, you saw stars. Energy gathered in your gut and burned so bright that you thought you might explode. Really, it was more like an implosion as the coil inside you snapped and your thighs accidentally clamped down on his hand. It didn’t faze him though, it didn’t even slow him down as he moaned a little against you and curled his fingers even harder. You didn’t remember reaching down to grab his head, you just felt his hair between your fingers as you pulled it roughly, gasping his name.

When he did stop, sitting up and wiping his face with the back of his hand, you just looked back up at him as you caught your breath. He laughed, and you realized you were gawking unintentionally.

“I’m guessing you’ve never come like that before?” he ventured. You didn’t know if ‘like that’ meant from oral or just so suddenly and intensely, but it was true either way so you nodded.

When he reached down to grip his cock with the same hand still wet with your slick, you held your breath without realizing it. “Please put it in me,” you whimpered.

“I will,” he assured as he guided the head of it through your slick folds, stopping to tease your clit as you jolted from the contact on the sensitive nerves. Something surreal and indescribable tingled under your skin— you could hardly believe that this was happening, let alone with him, with Mr. Moreno. Or, Marcus. You were on a first-name basis by now, surely.

He pushed forward in one smooth, slow stroke until he was all the way inside you, his body filling yours to the brim as you quivered from the sensation of being stretched so wide.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked roughly.

“...almost,” you answered hesitantly, unsure how to describe the sensations you were feeling; not exactly pain, but not not pain. The favorite pain you’d ever felt in your life, easily.

He chuckled as he gripped your hips a little tighter. "I'm gonna move now," he announced. You nodded your approval, sighing shakily as he pulled his hips back and you felt the intoxicating friction of his cock against your walls.

"Ffffuck," you whimpered, gasping when he slammed his hips forward again. Your eyes rolled back in your head when he pushed as deep into you as he could with each thrust, still measured but not exactly gentle as he set a pace faster than you’d prepared for. But it was good, god it was so fucking good you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. "Marcus," you sighed, barely recognizing your own voice when it was heavy with need and arousal like this.

He grinned when he heard his name cross your lips, grinding his hips against yours for emphasis until you were forced to arch your back. "You like it rough, don't ya, honey?"

You nodded, confident that you liked it however he was doing it.

"Fuck, I knew it. Knew as soon as I saw you."

Before you could wonder what he meant by that, he was already moving fast enough to make your head spin. You had never had anything so deep inside you before, and when he pushed your legs up and back against your chest, you had no choice but to scream with pleasure.

Just before you reached the peak of it though, his hand clamped down over your mouth to muffle the sound. "Gotta be quiet," he reminded you through his teeth before relaxing his hand a bit so you could still be heard somewhat

"I can't," you whined, "Marcus, please, I can't stay quiet—"

"You have to."

"Feels too good," you whimpered your excuse. "F-fuck, slow down, I won't be able to stop it—"

He cut you off with a kiss, slow yet dominating, and your moans were muffled by his lips. You still sounded so loud in your own head, but at least your cries weren't echoing against the walls of his room anymore.

What was echoing were the sounds of skin slapping on skin as he pounded into you, roughly finding every delicate spot within you and making the backs of your thighs sore as his hips slammed into them. It forced your hands to grip at his muscular shoulders and your nails to dig into the skin there. You hoped there would be little half-moon shaped marks there tomorrow, maybe one would even scar so he'd have your mark on his body forever; after all, he'd carved a permanent space in your body by taking your virginity. Even if you couldn't dream of being as special to him as he was to you, you liked the idea of giving him something that he couldn't give back.

That energy was building again, different from before but no less powerful and persistent. "I'm gonna— fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm so close," you whispered.

“Yeah? Go ahead," he encouraged. "I wanna see you fall apart just for me, wanna feel you come around my cock."

You hadn't realized he'd be able to feel it, and the idea of that was so filthily beautiful that it pushed you over the edge, your whole body tensing up in sudden waves of pleasure so intense that it made your eyes water.

Through the static filling your ears, you heard his low, husky voice encouraging you: "Good girl, just like that, don't fucking stop."

You'd always been powerless to his voice, but this was another level. It was as if your body understood and met his demands, continuing to ride the peak of your sensation so long as he growled in your ear just right.

It was much too tender, the way he brushed the stray hair away from your face, the way he kissed your slack mouth again, the way he held you tighter and mumbled more praises to you. It was more romantic than it had any right to be, and you had to bite back the words of affection threatening to spill out of your mouth.

I love you, you wanted to tell him, I've loved you for years, but it was beyond inappropriate. You didn't want to play the role of the innocent virgin who thinks sex means being in love and lets herself catch feelings for the older man who is just taking what he wants and, at best, doing her a favor so she doesn't have to go off to college and get her cherry popped there. Maybe that was accurate, but that wasn't who you wanted to be.

You wanted to be sexy, and mature, and in control. You wanted to play a new rule, one that still felt foreign and yet closer than ever. So you wrapped your legs around his hips and held him deeper in you, smiling with a little growl of your own.

"I want you to come inside me," you informed him with a purr, loving the little moment of shock that passed over his face before he groaned, fucking you a little faster and more erratically.

"Fuck, really?" he rasped.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and nodded.

"You're on the pill?"

Another nod, this one finished off with a shiver as you wondered how much more of this your body could take.

He grinned and picked up the pace again, his moans getting a little louder with each movement. "Fuck, I'm gonna come— gonna fill up your tight little pussy, is that what you want?"

You nodded feverishly, already close to the edge again as you imagined what it would be like to have his come in you for the rest of the night. Was he going to make you walk home with it leaking out from between your legs? Why did that idea make your inner muscles involuntarily tighten around him?

With a string of curses and a grip on your thigh tight enough to bruise, he reached his own peak and you felt his cock flex and pulse inside you, a new warmth filling your gut from the inside out.

It's hard to say how long the two of you stayed like that, since you were busy basking in the afterglow (and, less enjoyably, worrying about the consequences that tomorrow morning would bring).

When he pulled out and collapsed beside you, you wondered if you should get up and get dressed.

"Stay here tonight," he instructed you, as if somehow a response to your internal thought. "Your folks won't freak out if you're out all night, right?"

"I'll just tell them I slept over at your place," you shrugged. With a confused look from him, you clarified: "on the couch."

"Right," he nodded as he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you closer, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck. In this way and in so many others, it was how you expected (and hoped) losing your virginity would go: someone you trust and who cares about you, with enough attention on you that you didn't feel much pain, plus cuddling afterwards. But, in even more ways, it was unlike what you'd ever thought possible: it felt incredible and you came so hard that your ears were still kind of ringing, you didn't use a condom or even think to mention it, and finally— and most absurdly— it was with Marcus fucking Moreno.

Frankly, considering his performance earlier, "fucking" very well could be his middle name.

"You should sit for me again next week," he suggested quietly.

"Do you have somewhere to go?"

"No," he grinned, "but I'll be sure to come back real late, after she's gone to bed, so I can show you all the other ways I can make you feel good."

"H-how many ways are there?!"

He just laughed, pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Oh, sweetheart… so smart, but so innocent. We can fix that.”

You weren’t sure entirely which of those two things he intended on fixing.

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno smut #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno x y/n #pedro pascal x reader

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koukamisstuff · 3 years

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Ready to Love

Kita Shinsuke x reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Friendship, SMAU

Update: COMPLETED

Status:

Kita's Story (Main Story) = COMPLETE ✅

Atsumu's Story (Side Story) = COMPLETE ✅

Summary

As the year is slowly coming to an end the Inarizaki Volleyball Club has to handle one pressing issue as their third year manager prepares for graduation... finding his replacement. Y/N is a 2nd year that doesn't excell much in various fields except baking. After an encounter with Kita causes a misunderstanding and a favor that must be paid in full, Y/N is assigned under him as their manager-in-training. Y/N has decided to set out to prove that she can be just as amazing as Kita is, will she be able to meet his expectations. But now working with Kita she begins to see a new side to him, one that keeps making her heart beat. What will happen while exploring these new emotions while facing a rival determine to win Kita's affection.

Masterlist

◇WC◇ = this means that the chapter has some written content in it.

0 - Profiles

Ch1 - Introducing the Braincells

Ch2 - First Meeting ◇WC◇

Ch3 - Not Her

Ch4 - Apologies & Apple Pie

Ch5 - Managing & Macaroons

Ch6 - Mistakes were Made

Ch7 - Don't Back Down ◇WC◇

Ch8 - You're Hard to Figure Out

Ch9 - Interrupted Walk

Ch10 - Not a Date?

Ch11 - BabySun

Ch12 - Confronting Certain Issues

Ch13 - Another Failed Talking Stage

Ch14A - Getting Closer

Ch14B - Be My Assistant

Ch15 - He's just a Friend

Ch16 - Next 2 Weeks

Ch17 - Unexpectedly ◇WC◇

Ch18 - Day with You ◇WC◇

Ch19 - Bus Ride

Ch20A - Inarizaki Log #1

Ch20B - Inarizaki Log #2

Ch20C - Inarizaki Log #3

Ch20D - Inarizaki Log #4

Ch21 - Ghosted & Gifted

Ch22 - Looking for Answers

Ch23 - Feelings are Complicated

Ch24 - Truths Revealed

Ch25 - Ready to Love💖

Ch25.5 - Finding the Perfect Outfit

Ch26 - How I Fell ◇WC◇

Ch27 - Festival for Foxes

Ch28 - You're In My Future ◇WC◇

Ch29 - Graduation

Ch30 - The End of Our Chapter *FINAL*

SIDE STORY: One Last Crush (AtsumuxOC)

Ch1 - Starting From Here

Ch2 - Uncovering Something

Ch3 - Left at a Standstill

Ch4 - Not According to Plan

Ch5 - Long Overdue Conversations

Ch6 - First Date *FINAL*

Author's Note : Welcome again everyone! So I've was feeling a load of inspiration and wanted to write a KITA SMAU so here it is. I want to add that I am still working on my KurooSMAU as well. If you haven't seen that please check it out. :) This AU is also not related to my Healing Heart Series but I hope you're all excited for the series. Anyways please enjoy this SMAU, and if you'd like to stay updated please send me a PM or comment. I hope everyone is being safe out there! Until next time! 😘

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Haikyuu characters or the artwork used. I fully credit those who deserve the amazing works provided throughout my stories.

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Omega!Narutoverse Future Family Headcanons

This is a compilation of my headcanons about future families for my favourite Naruto boys (excluding Kakashi who is childfree in my headcanons.)

This is very long, so I’ve put most of it under a cut <3 Enjoy~

Naruto: : 4 children – Son (omega), adopted daughter (alpha), twin sons (betas).

Has his son about four years before he becomes Hokage.

His son is a huge daddy’s boy type and clings to Naruto every chance that he gets.

Naruto never lets his role as Hokage take him away from his son any more than absolutely necessary. Does he take his son into his office? Absolutely. He puts down a little play pen on the floor while he works :’).

His son loves cuddles so much and he is so gentle.

He doesn’t like pranks though which makes Naruto a little sad but he would never do anything to make his little one sad.

Male omegas can be identified from birth, so you both knew he was, but even if you didn’t it’s very obvious. He makes his own little nest next to Naruto’s but ends up crawling into Naruto’s for cuddles every time.

As he gets older, he attends the academy, but he hates it so much. He reminds me a little of a young Itachi, a pacifist to the core. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone! He begs you and Naruto to let him attend the civilian school, and of course you let him.

Naruto gets a lot of shit for allowing this from some parties *cough* the council *cough*. The Hokage’s children should be powerful ninjas according to them, but Naruto will always prioritise his children’s happiness. Naruto shields his son from the hate as much as possible, but some slips through.

The transition is easier if you are a civilian, your son feels a little more secure if that’s the case, and he would consider following your footsteps depending on what you do. If you run a little business, he would definitely want to work with you. If you’re also a ninja he can feel left out and unsure, but he grows into such a quietly confident person, who starts a little business.

Not being a ninja also means he can be there for his younger siblings. He is a dedicated older brother who is always there for them. He has a room for each other them at his house and loads of medical supplies for when they come back from missions injured and won’t go to the hospital. He always patches them up.

All his younger siblings respect him so much. He is a very reliable person, and his siblings get so offended if they hear any anti-civilian talk from the ninjas they work with.

When Naruto is about a year into working as Hokage, he goes to visit the orphanage, a place that he reformed hugely as soon as he could. It’s so much nicer than it was and he’s so happy.

But there is one girl that he sees there, and she’s being bullied by some of the other kids. At only three years old, Naruto’s heart breaks for her. Turns out that she’s being teased for being a female alpha. Times have changed a lot, but there are still some horrible stereotypes about male omegas and female alphas, even if those aren’t the norm anymore.

He intervenes and wipes away her tears, uncomfortably reminded of his own stay at the orphanage when he was her age. He wraps up the visit and leaves, but he just can’t get here out of his head.

He’s been wanting another child, but he’s still in a vulnerable position so early into being Hokage that he can’t afford the time off for maternity leave.

Hesitantly, he brings up the idea of adoption to you, when you respond positively, he’s like great 😊, I have one picked already.

It’s only about a fortnight later that you’re picking her up and bringing her home. At first, she is very shy and reserved but when she gets comfortable, you learn that she is the opposite.

She’s very forthright and opinionated, she always says what she feels and stands up for injustice.

Her favourite thing is to come home and tell you and Naruto about her day. She never leaves out any detail and has been known to demand to go and see Naruto while he’s working so that she can tell him about something that happened at school.

Naruto ends up unwillingly up to date with all the academy drama.

She’s quite serious and likes to have grown up conversations and sit at the grown ups table.

She ends up attending the academy and she just thrives on all the history and politics lessons! She great at negotiating and learning about people.

She makes strong friends and has a tight knit friendship group that she keeps all the way to adulthood.

She ends up making Chunin pretty quickly but waits a long while before taking the Jounin exam. She ends up specialising in international relations.

She works as an ambassador for Konoha and gets to travel around all the countries. She adores her job, but she does sometimes miss her family. Naruto gets sad when he sends her for long missions, knowing that he can’t come and see her for that time, but there’s no one he would trust more to act on behalf on Konoha and she always brings back souvenirs for everyone.

The twins are quite a bit younger than the other two. Six years younger than their older sister, and eight years younger than their older brother.

In a better position now, Naruto wants to try for one final child.

Of course, you get twins.

It takes a bit of re-planning, but Naruto is overjoyed at the fact that he’s pregnant with twins! He gives birth to identical twin boys. You can’t tell from birth whether a baby is a male alpha or male beta, and they end up showing signs of being betas when they’re about 12.

These boys are little troublemakers, and Naruto rejoices and finally having some of his children who likes pranks like he does!

They excel at strategy and trap making when they join the academy but the oldest struggles a little with the more academic side.

Naruto is so patient in helping him because he knows what it’s like to be a physical learner in an academic environment.

They are the babies of the family and they get away with everything haha.

When they end up graduating, they are put on the same genin team and they continue to work together for their entire careers. They are similar to Izumo and Kotestu. They know each other so well and both have complimentary skills, so they make a formidable duo on the battlefield.

Naruto hates sending them on dangerous missions though. If they ever didn’t come back, I don’t think Naruto would recover, knowing that he sent them to the place that they died.

These two also definitely take on a genin team when they first get promoted to jounin, and they’re great teachers! I can’t decide if they would have one together, or if they would have one each and compete in ridiculous challenges like whose genin team can get the most d ranks done in one day.

They remind people of Kakashi and Gai in a lot of ways.

Sasuke: 1 child – daughter (beta).

Sasuke has a daughter in his late twenties, after he’s had some time to deal with his trauma.

He’s undeniably in a better place but he struggles badly with PPD, making the first year very difficult on your family.

Eventually things get better though, and you work together to raise your daughter.

She is wicked smart, very much into scholarly things, but she also loves weapons, particularly any sort of blade. Sasuke teaches her how to use a sword and they bond a lot over it.

She’s pretty quiet and withdrawn, preferring to read a book or practice with her weapons than socialise. Sasuke tries to get her to make more friends but she calls him out on being a hypocrite and he’s so offended that he drops the issue.

She does well in the academy but she lowkey hates going. She likes going more if either you or Sasuke are there to pick her up and walk home with her, she doesn’t like walking home alone because the Uchiha compound is so damn far away and isolated.

When she awakens her sharigan when she’s a chunin, Sasuke has a pretty bad reaction. The sharigan isn’t associated with anything good in his mind, so he freaks out when his daughter activates it. You need to give him some time and support and he’ll come around. He’s the only one who can train her after all.

Sasuke is so proud of his daughter when she makes Jounin, which of course, she does. I could see her taking on a powerful advisory role for the Hokage as a jounin.

She is someone who believes that there is a lot to learn from history, and is a great advisory asset in helping to avoid past mistakes.

Itachi: Canon = none / Non-massacre Au = 2 children. Son (omega), daughter (beta).

Has a son shortly after you get married.

Itachi is a family man through and through and can’t wait to retire from being a ninja (which he hates) to being able to raise his children full time.

The day Itachi gets moved from the active list to the reserves list after he becomes pregnant is one of the happiest days of his life.

His son is very responsible and serious.

He likes to follow Itachi around and help him clean and cook and run errands. He always tidies up his toys and keeps his room clean, and he almost always behaves respectfully and sensibly.

Itachi never forces him to do too much though, he wants his son to have a fun childhood like he never had.

Itachi is over the moon when his son shows an interest in calligraphy, happy that his son is picking up a healthy hobby.

He buys him all the supplies and gets him a teacher if he wants one. It warms Itachi’s heart to see his son interested in something other than chores for once.

Despite the pressure from the clan for his children to attend the academy, Itachi puts his foot down for one of the first times in his life, saying that his children will only become ninja if they want to.

His son does in fact want to attend the academy.

Itachi kind of wishes he didn’t.

Itachi’s son shows a huge proficiency for fuinjutsu, his calligraphy skills coming in handy. Seeing as the skill is so rare, he becomes one of the leading experts in Konoha.

Itachi is very supportive and lowkey glad that his son is so powerful and can defend himself. Itachi is also very glad that his son can continue with his fuuinjustsu passion long after he retires from being an active ninja.

Itachi hopes that safety net (producing seals for other ninjas and continuing to earn money from his hobby) will mean his son can retire whenever he wants and not have to worry. Rather than becoming stuck in the shinobi lifestyle.

Itachi’s daughter is born five years after his son, an age gap that was larger than he would have liked, but he had a pretty traumatic birth the first time around and he needed to give his body some time to recover.

Itachi puts a lot of emphasis on a loving relationship between his children, and his daughter adores her older brother so much! She follows him around and tries to copy him all the time, and he help her with homework and plays with her.

It makes Itachi very, very happy to see them bond.

Itachi’s daughter is a beta and has everyone wrapped around her finger from the moment she is born.

She’s charming, well spoken, and polite but with a very sarcastic personality.

She has a very similar sense of humour to Itachi actually. A sort of under the breath commentary style. Goodness help anyone who finds themselves opposing Itachi and his daughter.

Academy teachers get put in their place so fast when they join forces, the teachers don’t even know what happened.

As Itachi’s daughter joins the academy, she follows after her uncle and develops fangirls and fanboys… She’s very popular. Very popular.

And she loves it.

Itachi is not as fond.

He is not above staring coldly at children for badgering his beloved daughter.

When she grows up, she works as a ninja, favouring a more jack of all trades kind of style. She likes to learn a little bit of everything.

She’s the same way with relationships too. She never gets married or mated, preferring casual relationships and has no interest in children, she lives her life doing whatever she wants with whoever she wants.

Itachi is very proud of her, and secretly very amused when his clan constantly tries and fails to control her.

Shikamaru: 1 child – daughter (alpha)

Shikamaru has a child at about 25, and he knew from the get-go that he was a one and done kind of guy.

He’s not a fan at all of the infant stage and does not want to do it more than once.

The Nara clan have a very high proportion of alphas, so Shikamaru kinda expected his child to be one. And lo and behold she was.

His daughter is the spitting image of him in every way. She is the most mellow alpha ever. So much so that most people assume she’s a beta, and she doesn’t really care enough to correct them about it.

She is also very close to her grandparents, who dote on her and spoil her as much as they can.

She excels at school in the same way her father did before her, retaining average marks despite being miles ahead of most of her peers.

Shikamaru teaches her how to play shogi and all about the beauty of napping. She takes to them both like a duck to water. She is so much like Shikamaru that everyone comments on it constantly.

Although, while she loves a good cloud gazing session with her father, she actually takes to creative writing as her favourite hobby. She uses a pseudonym to avoid attention, but she ends up writing a series of books that becomes one of the most popular book series in the shinobi nations.

Shikamaru is so insanely proud that his daughter can have both a successful ninja career and a successful hobby/side career. He brags to anyone who knows her pseudonym constantly, including you and his parents.

He also keeps a set of first edition, signed copies of all her books. He reads them when she’s away on long missions sometimes, as a way of feeling closer to her.

Shikamaru and his daughter remain incredibly close all their lives.

Shino: 1 child – daughter (omega)

Shino had a child slightly later than most of his friends, at around 34.

Shino’s daughter is a very curious child! She’s quiet and withdrawn around strangers but very talkative with her family and close friends.

Her favourite place to be is on Shino’s lap. And when around strangers, she always hides behind him, or buries her face into his shoulder.

Shino loves to spend time with his daughter outside. He teaches her all about insects and plants, leading her around the woods after when she can still barely walk.

Shibi does the same with her, and those two are very close.

Shino is fiercely protective of his daughter, and never forces her into doing things she isn’t comfortable with. He defends her right to be quiet and clingy, and it takes some convincing to get him to understand that she needs to make friends outside of her immediate family.

When she cries for anything, Shino gives in straight away, as long as she isn’t wanting to do anything extremely dangerous. Because of this, she develops quite the sweet tooth, having had as many cookies as she wanted as a child.

Shino’s daughter ends up teaching at the academy as a career chunin, because despite being shy around adults, she is fantastic with children, very patient and understanding.

Shino is very happy with her choices, because he was a little worried that she would end up scarred from a shinobi career, and he hates any situation in which he can’t protect her.

She has her own children pretty young, and Shino is just a good a grandfather as he is a father.

Neji: 2 children – adopted daughter (beta), adopted son (alpha)

Neji is about 30 when he decides he wants to try to have a baby.

And he’s 32 when he finally comes to terms with the fact that he isn’t going to be able to conceive naturally because of the suppressant abuse he endured as a child.

Then, tragically, one of the branch members of his clan dies giving birth. Her mate can’t handle the stress and dies shortly afterwards, leaving their two-year-old daughter and newborn son behind.

Dying after a mate dies is not super uncommon but is much rarer in the cases where children are involved, so this exact situation doesn’t happen very often.

His heart breaks for them and he is close to begging you to adopt them with him.

And soon enough you have two children, siblings, and both Hyuugas like Neji.

You would never forget Neji’s face when he held his children for the first time. He would never let them be branded with the seal that has impacted his life so much. He would sooner run away from the clan forever.

Neji’s daughter takes a little while to adjust to her new parents, still distraught and grieving over the loss of her previous parents.

Neji understands and gets her a therapist, but he finds it difficult to watch his child suffer.

The first time she crawled into bed with you and Neji after a nightmare, Neji cried because she was finally starting to trust you both.

Neji’s daughter is a beta and when she recovers from her childhood trauma, she shows her true colours as a limelight lover!

She loves acting and dancing and singing whenever and wherever she can. She plans little plays for you and Neji, sitting you down to perform them for you every weekend. Neji is very proud!

But he doesn’t really know what to do when his daughter says she doesn’t want to be a ninja.

He loves and supports her, of course, but he’s thrown off, not really expecting it.

Eventually, he agrees to send her to a civilian school, and she immediately flourishes there, making so many friends, even starting a little after school performance style club.

Neji is so incredibly proud when she makes it as a famous actress. He lowkey brags constantly to his friends.

“Oh, your child just got promoted to chunin? How lovely. My daughter made more money this year than any chunin will see in their life…” Sips tea.

Neji’s daughter is so glamourous and outgoing and famous, but she never forgets her family, and loves to spoil you, Neji and her younger brother with her money.

Neji’s son doesn’t remember his biological parents and fits into your family seamlessly from day one. As far as he’s concerned, you and Neji are his only parents.

Just like his older sister, this boy is very extroverted, but rather than singing all the time, he talks. He’s the chattiest person you could ever meet.

Introverted Neji isn’t 100% sure about how to parent such extroverted children, he just doesn’t understand that they don’t enjoy too much solitary activity time.

He’s feels a lot better if you’re an extrovert, that way, he can have some alone time to recharge while you handle the children.

If you’re also an introvert… well, let’s hope Hinata was serious about her babysitting offer.

Neji’s son talks to everyone as I already mentioned, and adults think he is the cutest thing ever.

As he grows up, he always helps old people carry their shopping, he helps lost children find their parents, he is basically the alpha every parent dreams of their omega child bringing home.

He’s very charming and Neji is a lot less surprised when his son says he doesn’t want to be a ninja.

Eventually ends up working in the orphanage.

The children adore him so, so much, and he loves his job dearly.

Neji brags about him too.

“Wow, your child got top marks in the academy? My child was hand-making birthday gifts for some children at the orphanage when he was 11. He decided to do it all by himself…” sips more tea.

Whenever she’s in Konoha, his older sister turns up and gives all the kids at the orphanage gifts. She’s like a fun, rich aunt for all of them.

Neither of Neji’s children have children of their own, as they find their respective careers to be the most fulfilling thing for them.

Neji is a very proud father and is happy when his children are happy.

Iruka: None, or 2 children (he’s happy with either) – adopted son (omega), adopted daughter (omega)

Iruka would be happy with no children because he’s so dedicated to his work and his students, but he also adores children and wouldn’t mind having some of his own. This is an au in which he decides to have children.

He adopts his son at age 27, pretty soon after the war, choosing to adopt an older child who has less of a chance of being adopted.

A six-year-old omega with a bright smile and loud laugh, Iruka is immediately taken with him. The war had left many orphans, and it was hard on Iruka to walk around the orphanage, knowing he couldn’t adopt them all.

Iruka throws as much love as he can as his new son, taking time off work to bond with him properly, making sure to scent him loads and get him used to his new family environment.

Iruka is thrilled when his son shows a knack for pranks.

He plays the disapproving parent in public, but honestly, he loves it, as long as things don’t go too far.

Iruka’s son is a very kind-hearted person, if a little rambunctious, and he also has a huge nesting instinct.

You knew he was an omega when you adopted him, but it was very clear, nonetheless. He has a permanent nest in his room that he likes to chill in with his friends when they come over (he’s very popular with the other kids in his class.).

When he gets a little older, he goes to the academy, walking to and from every day with Iruka, and develops a passion for medicine when he’s a genin.

He has great chakra control and eventually ends up working full time at the hospital as an adult.

He chose a similar path to Iruka, in that he works as a ninja but is primarily based in the village, rarely leaving on missions.

He makes sure to come home for dinner at least once a week after he’s moved out, no matter how busy the hospital gets.

Iruka is so proud that his son is so talented and selfless, that sometimes it makes him tear up.

Iruka knows that he doesn’t want just one child.

When his parents died, he was all alone and it was horrible for him, so he knows he wants to have two children, so that when you and him die, they’re not alone.

Iruka is very ready to adopt again about two years after he adopted his son.

Iruka found the adoption process so rewarding that he wants to do it again over having a biological child.

He adopts a little girl this time, five years old and also an omega. When Iruka was meeting the children, this girl brought him a paper flower that she had folded as a gift and his heart just melted right then and there.

She fits in perfectly to your family, your son adored her immediately!

With three omegas living in your house now, you were very much outnumbered. It was a common occurrence to find yourself missing all your warm clothes, them having been borrowed and buried inside one of the three nests (minimum) nests in your house.

Iruka’s daughter is a gentle soul, but she is also strong. She appears like an easy target because she is soft spoken and reserved but she has a strong sense of justice and always stands up for herself and others.

When she’s young, she likes the idea of going into medicine like her older brother as she admires and looks up to him, but she doesn’t like the realities of the job very much.

She’s great at chakra control, but the idea of wrangling disobedient, injured shinobi doesn’t appeal to her.

Until one day, on her way home from a friend’s house, she finds an injured stray dog. She brings it home and begs you and Iruka to keep him. So, your family of four turns into a family of five, and she becomes obsessed with veterinary medicine.

As an adult, she ends up working at the veterinary clinic in the Inuzuka compound. She is committed to helping as many animals as she can, with a particular soft spot for dogs.

She also joins the rest of her family for dinners at least once a week. Iruka is so overwhelmingly proud that he has two medic children, because he knows how talented you have to be to do that.

He is also very happy that both his children stay mostly within the village. The war made Iruka a little paranoid, and he doesn’t worry so much when his children are safe within the village walls.

Gaara: 2 children – daughter (alpha), son (alpha)

Gaara has his children the youngest out of everyone his age that he knows. He had his daughter when he had just turned 21, and his son five years later when he was 26.

His daughter is Gaara’s sweetheart.

He adores her so much and spends as much time as he can with her. He is so gentle with her and loving all the time.

Gaara’s daughter is very energetic and playful, but also quite sensitive.

She loves positive attention, loves to play with everyone who will engage with her.

She’s a very family-oriented person and loves spending time with Kankuro and Temari when you and Gaara are busy.

However, because you, Gaara, Temari and Kankuro always treated her so gently, she was quite sensitive to people being angry or shouting at her.

Once, her teacher at school shouted at her for talking in class and she ran straight to the Kazekage’s office crying. Gaara was furious. He hates when his children cry, so much. He let her stay with him for the rest of the day to calm her down, sending you a message to let you know he was looking after her.

Gaara’s daughter visited him constantly, often bringing little lunchboxes of food for him, learning to new recipes constantly.

Trying to surprise him, she develops a great skill in cooking.

She decides, in the end, not to follow the shinobi route. She opens her own restaurant in Suna, charming customers with her amazing hostess skills and phenomenal cooking.

She allows all her family to eat for free, but they all pay anyway, because they love to support her. Gaara, especially, always leaves a huge tip for her and her staff.

Gaara’s son is born five years after his daughter, another alpha, leaving Gaara very outnumbered, with both his siblings, his mate and his children all being alphas.

Gaara’s son is very quiet and tactile.

He loves cuddles and hugs but doesn’t speak very much.

He enjoys spending time with Gaara in Gaara’s nest, despite not having nesting instincts of his own.

Gaara’s son is very close to you and Gaara. He always tells you when something is bothering him, and although he doesn’t speak much, he chooses his words carefully and they always mean something.

He actually excels at shinobi school, both in academics and in sparring, and moves up the ranks quickly. He spends a lot of time training with Kankuro and gets into puppetry.

Even when he becomes a jounin, he spends time with Gaara in his nest, still loving physical affection.

Gaara enjoys hosting family gatherings for everyone, his daughter cooks loads of dishes for it, his son makes sure to take time off missions to attend, and sometimes Temari drags Shikamaru to Suna as well to join them all.

Gaara smiles more often than not now, feeling so proud of the life he crafted for himself, and the family he worked hard to create.

(Phew! That was a lot! I hope you enjoyed, let me know what you thought and send me your own headcanons!!! <3)

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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HC: Being a Barrister in Broadchurch & D.I Hardy’s partner | Broadchurch Headcannon

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Alec Hardy x gn!reader

After graduating from law school in London and earning your license to practice law, you found yourself years later in your career prosecuting a case in Broadchurch. You were a colleague of Jocelyn Knight and served as her junior barrister for years before you obtained the rank of Barrister. Jocelyn had been busy with a case and unable to take the current one the Broadchurch police department had just filed, so she referenced you as someone to take the case.

It was how you came to meet the grumpy D.I known to Broadchurch as Alec Hardy. Alec was the detective on the case, so you requested a meeting with him and D.S Ellie Miller. The two met you at sitting area outside the Traders. They had actually arrived before you did and when you came around the corner, Hardy was taken aback. When you introduced yourself while shaking their hands, he couldn’t help but think, “we’ll they’re very pretty.” He also noted in his mind how your left hand was ringless.

The meeting went according to plan and you three were able to walk through what potentially could be asked and debated at the trial. Hardy admired your confidence, but also took note how you were able to see and understand the direction the defense would go. You made sure to inform them on what all they needed to prepare for, as you would most likely call them up to give evidence if need be.

Throughout the trial Hardy was present everyday and couldn’t help but be mesmerizing with you. You were exceptional at the podium and like your former mentor Jocelyn, you knew how to build a wall of evidence to accurately prove guilt on the defendant. The day you called Hardy up to the witness box, you gave him an encouraging smile which made the man relax. It also gave him a feeling he hadn’t felt since his divorce from Tess.

In the final days of the trial, you found yourself sitting at one of the tables in the courthouse along side D.I Hardy—a cup of coffee in your hands and a tea in his. Hardy had asked you about your thoughts on the trial and you gave him the honest answer, “I am confident we’ve proved his guilt beyond reasonable doubt, however the jury is always one that end up surprising you.”

Eventually the questioning had turned to more personal ones, which you had typically avoided early in the trial. It had been months now and working along side Alec made you see him more as a friend rather than just a colleague. You had asked him about his family life, which he answered by explaining the situation with his ex-wife and daughter. When he asked about you and if you had been married you replied, “I was in a long term civil partnership you could say. We were together for so long it was like we were married, but we felt marriage just wasn’t for us. When it ended a couple years ago—the way it ended made it a blessing in disguise that we didn’t marry.”

It was when the trial ended, a successful one at that, that Hardy finally gained the courage to ask you to dinner. You had mentioned your next case would be in London and Alec feared he would miss his chance if he didn’t do it sooner. The day he asked you, you had been surprised to see him waiting outside you home when you returned from grocery shopping. “I’m sorry for turning up without notice, Y/N, but I felt I’d miss my chance of asking you if I didn’t before you left for London. Would you want to get dinner this weekend—if you’re free of course.” “I’d love to, Alec. I thought you’d never ask.”

That one date, turned into two, and when you returned from London, you phoned Alec to see if he would be up for lunch which he accepted without hesitation. The dates became more frequent —almost every weekend, then it became you dropping off a tea and biscuit at the police station, and Alec brining you fish & chips at your firm. Before either of you two knew it, you had became an item. Your first kiss happened during a walk on the beach and two weeks later you were meeting Daisy. The two of you hit it off, which made Alec extremely happy. When your siblings were in town, Alec was invited over for game night and to join for the holidays.

Months had passed and you two continued to maintain your personal relationship while also a professional one. You no longer took cases where he was the lead detective, as it could compromise the conviction being you two were intimately involved. The only case you two have together on record is the very first one, which is something you both look back with warmth and happiness.

Ellie loved you two together. She was happy to see Hardy finally have someone who made him less grouchy, and felt you two were a perfect match. She noted how whenever she saw you two together, Alec’s eyes never left yours when you spoke and there was always a small smile on his face. The three of you would get together occasionally for dinner and drinks after stressful cases.

When you two had reached your two year anniversary, the topic of marriage came up. Alec knew he wanted a future with you, but he was aware of your last relationship and wanted to know your current thoughts on marriage. You were honest with him and told him how you had always been hesitant for that type of commitment, but your feelings and love for him made you realize that it was something you wanted with Alec. That night ended with a lot of kisses and cuddles.

A year after that conversation, Alec finally proposed. He had been planning since the night you said you believed marriage was something you wanted with him, but with work and cases piling up there was never a right moment. He had the ring ready, and planned to do it once you returned from London.

Daisy helped him plan everything. The minute you returned you were greeted with a kiss and told Daisy wanted you to help her shop for new clothes. After unpacking and dropping your files off at the firm, you met with Daisy at the shops and the two of you spent roughly three hours shopping. Daisy even helped you pick out something new, and said you should wear when Alec took you to the beach later that night. Although you were suspicious, you did anyway and came home to a home cooked meal from Alec.

He took you two to the beach after eating, and it was when you reached the same spot where you had your first kiss that he got down on one knee. You were already tearing up when he made his speech, “Y/N, I never thought I would have another chance at love but you gave me that and I will spend ever minute of every day proving to you how much I love you. I could go on and on, but you know I’m not great with words,” that made you laugh between the tears, igniting a smile from him. “Y/N, my loving, compassionate and sometimes scary Barrister, would you do me the honor of marrying me.”

Alec didn’t expect to be tacked to the sand, but his hands wrapped around your waist when you fell on top of him laughing as you repeated, “Yes! Yes! Yes you grouchy, brooding, handsome detective! I will marry you.”

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