#he became a dad in 850

[thena0315]

Someone Has To Watch The Kids

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #he became a dad in 850 #eren jaeger #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #jean kirschstein #connie springer #sasha blouse #historia reiss #gabi braun

[speechlessxx]

new addition. [henry cavill x reader]

summary: anything henry does instantly goes viral.

warnings: mention of fangirls. plot twist?

word count: ~850

It was a poor choice of words on Henry’s behalf – and he knew that.

You knew he knew that.

Ever since you’ve met him, nearly three years ago, you’ve noticed that Henry relished in the chaos he created from just one simple post. Whether it was a clip of him working out or him panting after his jog or even a simple picture of Kal, he sent the internet into a frenzy each time he broke his silence on social media. In fact, you would say he’d get off on it – but of course, he would only respond with a amused smirk and a shake of his head.

And sometimes, just sometimes, he liked to drag you into his mess.

So, when your phone dinged once, then twice, then a million times after one afternoon, you knew Henry had done something yet again.

At first, you ignored the incessant chimes of Instagram and Twitter. The colorful purple and the calm blue icons staring up at you, tauntingly as if saying, “we know something you don’t”. But this wasn’t your first time on the Henry post rollercoaster, and you opted to just turn your phone on Do Not Disturb, silencing the annoying chimes and buzzing.

But only for a few hours … until curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself exchanging your novel for your cell phone.

You noticed that your accounts had an influx of new followers and posts had more likes and comments than usual. The culprit for this sudden popularity was a single tagged post from your beloved boyfriend.

It was a rather strange occurrence. Henry was keen on keeping your relationship as private as his career would allow. You’ve graced his stories once or twice throughout your two year long relationship, but he had never been so outright and forthcoming on his public feed.

The photograph was nowhere near risqué – which brought a bit or relief to your anxiety. It was a photograph of you curled up on Henry’s bare chest, sleeping your fatigue away. You were covered up enough with the nearly sheer night slip and Henry’s muscled arm wrapped around you. However, it was the caption that caught your eye.

“Our new addition kept her up all night.”

Your jaw dropped and eyes widened as you read that line over and over again. That cheeky little –

There were multiple “congratulations” comments beneath the post, followed by various celebratory emojis. Of course, there was a heavy amount of jealous fans’ inputs, but you considered yourself a veteran at this point – their comments became an inherent risk the moment Henry asked you out on a date.

Speculations, articles, “Baby Cavill” trended worldwide. You couldn’t help but slap a palm onto your forehead before groaning. Despite being frustrated because you were trending for such an obscure reason, you couldn’t help but find the entire situation amusing.

You came out of your shared bedroom just as he was walking into the house. Normally, you would take the time to admire your sculpted-by-the-gods boyfriend – especially after a run or a work out – but today, you wagged a finger in his face.

“You,” you said, in a mock scolding tone, “owe the world an explanation, Mr. Cavill.” Behind Henry padded in Kal, who ran to greet you, nudging your calves with his wet nose. “Your dad has gotten me into big trouble, bear.”

The dog stared up at you with big eyes but you knew that the only thought going through the Akita’s mind was, “treat?”

Henry burst out laughing as he pulled out his phone, undoubtedly reading through the mess he’s created. He seemed almost as elated as he was when he saw the reactions to his PC building video.

“Hennn,” you whined, pouting.

Before your boyfriend could respond, a high pitched bark could be heard as your new puppy ran  towards its family. Energic from his afternoon nap, the little guy jumped and pawed at you, trying to get your attention. He’d occasionally bump into Kal but the older dog didn’t pay him any mind, opting to lay down on the wooden floors, exhausted from his run with his dad.

You bent down to play with the little puppy, cooing at it and handling its tiny paws as Henry recorded.

He’d eventually post the multitude of photos and videos of you and the new puppy with the caption, “Just to clarify, we got a new puppy.” The simple caption would ease the fangirls, but the new puppy news did not stop Baby Cavill from continuing to trend.

Henry loved watching his family grow. The puppy testing Kal’s patience, but Kal proving time and time again that he is a very good boy. And you were an incredible dog mom. Going through the photos on his new post brought a smile to his face as he found himself getting lost in a day dream. He couldn’t wait to introduce an actual little one to the family (though you’d argue that the puppy was indeed your baby).

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill fan fiction #rpf #real person fiction #speechlessxx

[elapsed-spiral]

Pre-season 2 OFMD fic list

It's less than two weeks till we get our ships wrecked, so here's my (presumably) final pre-season 2 fic list. Have a read if you wanna pass the improbably long days before the season premieres!

This list got out of control so I added some handy symbols: 🎧 = podfic available 💜 = personal favourite ⭐ = fics you may have heard about? I don’t know, I don’t have a sense for this stuff.

Cool collaboration(s) you should read immediately:

🎧💜Work Experience: what if Ed went to meet Stede when the Revenge ran aground? And what if Ed became a member of Stede’s crew? And what if things kept escalating and… Canon AU. Mature. Co-written with Shearwater.

Really no excuse for how stupid these ones are:

Watch Out, Here I Come: what if Stede had been intentionally seducing Ed? Teen

Once More, With Feeling: what if Frenchie just fixed the season 1 finale fiasco because he’s the most capable guy on the ship? Teen

Talent Show: what if Ed was crass about his sexual preferences? Explicit

Capsize on Your Thighs: what if Ed rebounded onto Calico Jack at the end of season 1? Ed/CJ and Ed/Stede (but Ed/Stede is endgame, natch). Explicit

🎧💜Your Feedback is Important to Us: what if Stede started holding open cabin hours to allow the crew to air their grievances (but was also very repressed and horny over Ed)? Explicit

Oh no Ed’s working through gender/class stuff (but make it funny):

Finery: Ed gets to wear a dress, Stede spontaneously combusts. Explicit

Tell More Tales: Stede isn’t the only writer aboard the Revenge. Explicit

🎧💜Lovers and Madmen: Ed is hellbent on marrying Stede. Explici

🎧 Save the Date: Ed 'attends' a wedding. Unfortunately, so does Stede. Short S2 alternative reunion fic. Teen

AUs no-one asked for:

Novel/novella length

🎧💜Restructuring: modern AU where Stede loses his fortune before meeting Ed, but Ed’s still got more money than you can shake a fucking stick at. Only problem is, Stede lies and says he’s wealthy and Ed lies and says he isn’t. Like the show, it’s a romcom about trauma. Explicit

🎧💜⭐Baddy Zaddy: Bridget Jones’s Diary style, former porn star turned sex shop owner!Ed/still unfortunately landed gentry!Stede. Novel length modern AU. Explicit

💜⭐Prize Every Time: You’ve Got Mail-y secret pen pals but also business rivals. Novel length modern AU. Explicit

Conflict of Interest: lawyer!Stede/businessman!Ed (read: gangster). Modern AU. Explicit

Shorter uns

Intergalactic Tango: Space Waltz AU. Mature

🎧💜Trade Descriptions Act: bailiff!Ed/estate agent!Stede. Identity theft but make it meet cute. Modern AU. Teen

Your Favourite Song: locksmith!Ed/museum curator!Stede. Kinktober fill that somehow isn’t E rated. Modern AU. Teen

⭐Draft Letter to Restaurant Downstairs: Google Docs AU with a (slightly) interactive element. Modern SMAU. Teen

Blind Date: Stede and Jeffrey Fettering go on a blind date at Ed’s restaurant. I think you know where this is going. Modern AU. Explicit

Different Dimension: ficlet that crams four and a bit AUs into 850 words. Modern AU. Teen

Stuck Still: British holiday resort AU feat. events manager!Stede and bartender turned fairy!Ed (it makes sense in the story I swear). Modern AU. Explicit

💜On the Job: “kidnapping” meet cute (but not actually. Again, I swear it makes sense in the story I swear). Modern AU. Explicit

Starring Jason Statham: another weird meet cute, courtesy of Jack and the Fast and Furious franchise. Stede/Jack, Ed/Jack and Ed/Stede (Ed/Stede is once again end game). Modern AU. Teen

West Ham Is for Lovers: Lucius has a new job. It’s going fine. Completely, totally fine. A meet cute fic about meet cutes. Ed/Stede but also Lucius/Pete, Lucius/Fang, Lucius/Izzy and Lucius/Olu/Jim. Modern AU. Teen

💜Conventional: back in the 00s, Ed was in a very famous movie franchise. Nowadays, he does the convention circuit. Modern AU. Explicit

🎧💜Proud: Ed attends Pride to get free mum hugs, Stede attends Pride to give free dad hugs. Modern AU. Teen

KrakenAir: Stede and the crew are heading to Benidorm to celebrate Stede coming out. That is, if Stede’s all expenses spared KrakenAir flight ever departs. Modern SMAU. Teen

Very Poor, Becoming Good: aspiring Gentleman Backpacker Stede Bonnet is adventure bound when he meets fellow traveller Ed Teach at an empty hostel. Now if they could just find the owner… Modern AU. Explicit

💜Stolen by the Gentleman Thief: Ed is a lonely gay guy in his late forties whose favourite book is historical softcore porn. Luckily, there’s a weird meet cute about to happen. Modern AU. Explicit

Live Sex Show: Columnist Ed Teach recommends that Stede Bonnet shake up his monotonous life by doing something weird. Modern AU. Teen

💜Continue Making Progress: Kraken Driving School has a terrible new student. Luckily, Ed and Stede both have a lot to offer one another. Modern AU. Explicit

Oh no there’s been a containment breach (aka non-Blackbonnet fics):

💜We Do What We Like (and We Like What We Do): a brief history of Ed and Jack. Explicit (Ed/CJ)

Fealty: Stede and Izzy make one another even more miserable. Mature (Stede/Izzy)

💜Contra Proferentem: Ed is a high powered lawyer and Professor of Law at the University of Cambridge. Lucius is not a high powered lawyer but he is a lecturer of English Lit at the University of Cambridge. Stede own a very nice cafe. Explicit (platonic Ed/Lucius, Ed/Stede, no cheating involved)

#ofmd #ofmd fanfic #gentlebeard #gentlebeard fanfic #ed/stede #ed/stede fanfic #blackbonnet #blackbonnet fanfic #I just guess these tags genuinely no idea which people use

[loubouskz]

Can I send in a request abou bang chan? Where they are married and have kids in the future and their kids are like teens now and let’s just say y/n was in twice and they found twice’s old music videos. Also I’m sorry if this is too confusing I understand this is also my first time requesting something please and thank you 😋

dance the night away

bang chan x fem!reader

description: your kids find your group, twice's old music videos

warning: none, just fluff, maybe the tiniest bit🤏🏽 of suggestive(like one sentence)

wc: 850+

a/n: this request is so cute! not confusing at all! thank you for requesting, I had so much fun writing this! I hope you enjoy it. you'll notice that I was vague with things, like the trip and kids names. I like to give whoever is reading that choice. because someone may not like the name or place that is given, so I always try and let the reader choose. it's a lil shorter than I liked for it to be imo, but I feel like it turned out good none the less.

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chan and i rarely ever did anything too special for our wedding anniversary anymore, not since the kids were born. the one time we tried to do something big, it was interrupted by the kids with an emergency. from that day on, we just went to a small diner to eat at that wasn’t far or we stayed home.

so when chan surprised me with a weekend trip to the place where we had our honeymoon. to say it shocked me felt like it was an understatement. he had everything planned out perfectly. no hiccups before, during or after. it felt too good to be true. there were multiple times chan had grab my phone before i called the kids. “they’re okay. they are with their uncle. this weekend is to focus on us and not to worry.” he said.

“we’re home!” chan called out into the house as we entered. minho came out of the kitchen. “good! your spawn found stray kids and twice’s old music videos and became obsessed.” minho said with a groan. “oh! that’s new.” i said, looking at chan. “where are they?” chan asked. “living room, i’m already making dinner.” minho asked. “thank you minho.” we both said as we took our suitcases to our bedroom.

“what music video are you guys watching?” i asked as chan and i entered the living room. our kids turned their heads to us with big smiles. “heart shaker.” our 15 year old daughter answered. “we started with like ooh-ahh. this morning we did dad’s, now we are on your’s.” our 13 year old son answered. chan and i sat next to them on the couch. they had the music videos playing on the tv. “you were really good at dancing mom!” our daughter said. “were? how do you know i’m not good anymore?” i asked. “cause i’ve seen you dancing in the kitchen before.” they answered back. “okay first off, rude. second of all, dancing in the kitchen and dancing to my songs are different.” i sassed. “sure.” they said as the song went off.

i turned to chan who was just laughing his ass off. “alright then. play fancy right now.” i said getting up. i walked over to the tv, standing off to the side of it. “i won’t peek at the screen. were good at dancing, i’ll show you.” i said, saying the last bit under my breath, which chan heard. “don’t be bitter now, sweetheart.” chan said, i glared at him. i got into position and waited for the music to start. as soon as the song started, my body just moved on it’s own. i didn’t mess up either.

chan sat there with a big smile on his face as the kids looked impressed. “how do you still remember that?” they asked. “because it was drilled into our heads.” i laughed, going back to sit down. chan put his arm around my shoulder as we continued to watch a handful of music videos before minho called out that dinner was ready. the entire time the kids were just asking questions about the music videos. the hardest ones to film, the easier ones, the funny ones, etc.

“teach us how to do one!” my son asked as we finished up our plates. “you sure?” i asked, they nodded. once our plates were washed that chan said he and minho would clean before minho headed out. once we said our goodbyes, we headed back to the living room. “an easy one please.” they said as they were stretching. “tt or what is love?” i asked, giving them the option. they chose the second one. so we began to learn the chorus to what is love. half an hour later, i sat on the couch. picking up the remote and playing the music video. skipping straight to the pre-chorus. i gave them a countdown and watched us they danced, doing the hand movements with them.

chan and i clapped as they finished with a bow. “that was really good you two.” chan said, leaning against the frame of the archway. the kids had big smiles on their faces before going back to sit on the couch. we watched a couple of more music videos, while the kids made complements to me or my members outfits, singing and dancing.

“alright kiddos. let’s get washed up and ready for bed.” chan said once he noticed what time it was. almost midnight. they groaned but did what their dad said. we watched as they went to their rooms, chan wrapped his arms around my waist with he head resting on my shoulder. “that was a great way to end the day.” i said to him. “yeah because of my beautiful wife.” he said, kissing my jaw. ‘but who says it has to end that way.” he added. i turned my head to him, only to see an evil smirk across his face. i laughed, “no way mr. bang. you wore me out this weekend.” i said, unwrapping his arms and heading to our bedroom.

“we’ll see about that.” he said, smacking my ass while following behind me.

#skz #stray kids #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan #bang chan imagines #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #bang chan x stay #bang chan x you

[the-egg]

hey how's it going? :) I'd like you to headcanons a humorous female reader who uses a lot of irony and jokes, with Miguel having to deal with her, in a development of a novel. I love her work ❤️ -- @bellaisa2507

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I’m a little confused on the “development of a novel” part but I’ll try my best!

Word Count: 850

Tags: Implied smut, really bad jokes

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To love someone like you, one has to make some sacrifices. Miguel was willing to make the sacrifice of listening to your corny jokes for the sake of receiving your love <3

You were like Lyla, except you weren’t an AI tied to Miguel. Witty humor and a smart mouth

You would like to be tied to Miguel tho if you know what I mean ;)

When he first met you to recruit you, he had half the mind to leave you in your dimension without a gizmo and ban you from ever joining the Spider Society

It wasn’t like you were bad at your job; you were a great Spider-Woman and handled your first anomaly so beautifully. By the time Miguel came, all he had to do was pick up the anomaly and head back

No no no instead you decided to use the worst pick-up lines someone could ever hear in their life

"Hey, are you from another dimension?"

"What do you—? Yes, I just said that. Were you not listening—"

"Because you’re out of this world!"

You dropped a few more jokes before Miguel left your dimension

Lyla had to convince him to come back

As an official member of the Spider Society, you became someone who was a light in every room you walked in

You always had a way to bring a smile to someone’s face, either intentionally or unintentionally, including Miguel's, but he wouldn’t be caught saying that

After a few months of working with him, he would keep you around him as one of his right hands

Not only were you a strong and clever fighter, but you had a way to calm him down with your humor

Being the head of the Spider Society was stressful in itself, not to mention the added stress of fixing holes in the multiverse, so having you there to crack jokes helped calm him down

Again, he thought of you as someone very similar to Lyla, except he couldn’t see right through you, he could hang out with you, fight along side you, touch you...

Needless to say, being Miguel’s personal anti-depressant made him fall for you

His heart would soften every time you came into a room, and he would crack a smile at every one of your horrible jokes

You made him kinder, softer—only to you though

While you had already liked him since day one, when he tried cracking a joke back at you, your heart swooned

The only jokes he knows how to make are dad jokes though which made it 100 times better

You went to Miguel’s office platform after a mission to destress with your favorite person. Of course, Miguel was stressed out at his desk as usual, staring intently at the screens. Luckily, you were there to break him out of that mindset.

"It sucks that we’re on a time crunch on missions. My last mission happened at an ice cream parlor, but unfortunately, I had to split right after. Get it? Get it?! Split! Like banana split!" You stared at Miguel as he cracked a small smile; his eyes were still glued to the screen. "Miguel, I’m saying we should go get ice cream."

He let out a small chuckle at your blunt attempt to ask him out for the umpteenth time.

"Hey, do you know if Spider-Cat was in my office today?" Miguel asked as he finally turned his head to look at you. You cocked your head to the side, and your brows furrowed.

"No, why?"

"Because I can’t find my mouse."

You could practically hear the comical ba-dum-tis of the drums after his joke. A smile bloomed on your face as you lightly punched his shoulder.

"You are so corny!"

"You’ve used that one on me before!"

One day he would finally say yes to one of your many attempts at asking him out through silly jokes, which would make your brain completely malfunction

After getting to know him and his devastating character backstory, you were under the impression that he wouldn’t be willing to commit to a relationship of any kind

But after breaking down his walls little by little, you brought a humor to his life he was willing to open his heart to

When you guys start dating, he picks it up with the flirty comments

Some were jokes while others were steamy

"Spider-Woman, we need back up over here!" Miguel yelled through the watch as he and Peter struggled to weaken the anomaly of the week.

"I’ll be over in a second! I’ve almost nailed this villain!" you responded through the watch as you nearly captured the other anomaly about a block down from Miguel and Peter.

"If you’re not over here now, I’ll do more than nail you to the ground when we get back to HQ!"

You have never swung over faster in your life.

But seriously, he loves you so much

You are his sunshine!

He has never smiled so much since losing his daughter, and he hopes to continue smiling with you till the end of time <3

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 spiderverse

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Is That My Robe?

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 850

Summary: this was partly inspired by the lovely robe Pedro was wearing and added it onto something I was already working on

Warnings: adorable fluffy stuff, Dieter being both adorable and chaotic, talk of birth control methods, saucy suggestions

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Dieter loved bedtime; it became his favourite thing since meeting you. And now with the baby, it took on a whole new kind of favourite. Clara was fed, changed and the six-month-old was cradled in his arms, slowly being rocked to sleep. He could have stayed here all night just watching her sleep but his own bed with you in it were calling. He kissed her tiny forehead and gently placed her in her crib.

“Sweet dreams my little one.”

Dieter made his way to the bedroom while you were coming from the laundry, having collected a mountain of clothes that needing washing, mostly baby ones. He noticed however that you weren’t wearing your normal night attire.

“Is that my robe you’re wearing?”

“Yeah, I noticed my pyjamas were covered in baby spittle and this robe was the closest thing. You don’t mind, do you? It’s nice, is it new?”

“I got it from my stylist. I think it’s three thousand dollars.”

“Three thousand?! No wonder it’s nice. I’ll take it off before I crease it or worse.”

“No, leave it on.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you close. “You’ve never worn my clothes before, I like it.”

“Have we unlocked a new kink?” His lustful eyes explained all you need to know. You were gently backed towards the bed, and he lifted you up on to it so you lay down and took him with you. He pressed his lips to your neck, and you giggled slightly when his beard tickled your skin, but this quickly turned to moans and you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Are you up for it tonight? Or do you just want me to make you feel good? Just want to know if I should get the condoms out or not because they’re all the way over there.” He held his arm out towards the bedside table like it was further out than he dramatically made it out to be.

“Oh, about that. When I’m allowed back on birth control, I was thinking of going on a different type because the pill sort of messed me up.”

Dieter stopped his lustful ministrations and looked at you, holding your face in his hands. “What? Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I don’t know, it was only when it was during my period, and I didn’t want to make a fuss.”

He kissed your forehead, “It’s your body, you should make a fuss. So what kind of new birth control were you thinking of?”

“Well, it depends if we want any more children.”

“Did you want anymore?”

You sighed, “I adore Clara, I love her with every fibre of my being, and I will destroy anyone who looks at her funny, but I hated being pregnant and don’t want to go through all that again. But what about you?”

“Hey, being a dad was never on my bingo card of life so I’m happy with our little bundle of joy and one is enough for me.”

“Okay, I could get my tubes tied and…” but you were immediately interrupted by Dieter throwing himself your stomach, almost being a protecting bodyguard from an invisible bullet.

“No! I won’t let you put yourself through that!”

“What?”

“I’ll get a vasectomy!”

“You will?”

He got up slightly so he could look up at you, “Yeah, vasectomies are the safest least involved method of birth control with a low failure rate. The procedure is inexpensive and only needs a local anaesthetic, so it’ll be done in less than half an hour and be sent home the same day.”

To say the look on your face was one of shock was an understatement. “You know a surprising amount about vasectomies.”

“I was threatened with one once.” You nodded for him to continue. “The guy I was with at the time made it out like it was a terrible fate, so I looked it up and came back at him with facts.”

“Research out of spite? That’s kinda sexy,” you kissed your approval, “And you’re okay with it?”

He rubbed your arms, “You went through all the hardship of childbirth. I think it’s my turn to be the responsible one. I’ll even make the appointment myself.”

“You will?” You drew him closer to you.

“As soon as I find out where I can make an appointment, I’ll do it.”

You drew him even closer, running your hands up his chest, “Can I watch when you do?”

“Oh, have a responsibility kink, do we?” he gently crawled over you, caging you in and peppering you with kisses. “That and a research kink? Unlocking two kinks? That’s very sexy of you.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, relishing in his mouth but then he stopped. “Wait, does this mean I have a kink kink?”

“I think it does.”

“I really am just a bag of kinks.”

“You’re my sexy bag of kinks.”

He slowly untied the sash around the robe, “Let me show you what this bag of kinks can do.”

“What about the robe?”

“It can be dry cleaned.”

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter fanfic #dieter x reader #dieter x f!reader #dieter bravo #the bubble netflix #the bubble

[luckyshotwrites]

Day ??? - I didn't mean to.

Contents (Warnings): Alexander when his instincts and hunger became a problem. (Angst, LIGHT MUTILATION MENTIONS, safe soft vore mention, character and monster info as always).

Wordcount: 850+

Side note: I meant to post this way back during the Day 22 - Life Festival Day 1 (Oct. 7th, Friday) Part 3, when Alexander mentioned the first time he ate someone. But, I shied away for specific reasons. BUT HERE IT IS NOW. SORRY!

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Alexander

He was born different. A prodigy. A magus who could use magic at two months old. Accidentally dispersing it as he grew.

Though, at the same time, because of his Wendigo half, he was sickly. 

Wendigo's or Yazfari only became a problem in full maturity, between 18 - 21. That's when their bodies would pursue a living sapient being. 

He had been explained that before. So why did this happen to me?

He didn't understand. Suddenly his body started to ache, and everyone in his third-grade class made it worse. He got the pass and left, rushing to the bathroom. 

Everything in his body yelled, especially his stomach. It felt like it was being rung out like a towel. 

He threw himself into a stall, clutching it desperately. His fingers dug into his clothes. It wouldn't stop. He knew someone else was in the bathroom with him, and he was hungry. So hungry that his body tore itself apart.

The pain was unbearable. His bones shifted underneath his muscle, skin, and tissue. It made him collapse as they grew. His organs, chest, and very breath were taken from him. He couldn't even cry out, let alone gasp.

His whole body burned like flames engulfed him. He started to black out, and his world fell hazy, and harder to focus. 

He swore he heard his bathroom stall open.

And the last sound that echoed was a visceral growl from what he could only describe as a mangled wolf. 

When he came too, his classmate who checked up on him wasn't there anymore. They were gone, and he felt almost better.

When he stood, he was bigger than the stall. He looked under the bar and looked across at the mirror...he realized his body was disfigured and grotesque.

He couldn't speak. He thought someone held his vocal cords from within.

And that was when the young Alexander looked down. Something moved. Something...his eyes widened in horror. Someone was inside him, and he couldn't get them out.

...

"It hurts." He whimpered. No matter what he ate, it hurt. 

Regular food tasted like nothing and didn't feel satisfying anymore. Instead, all their neighbors smelled good. Humans smelled like food. And his body wanted to eat them all. 

But he didn't want to. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He hated the pain, he hated wanting to eat people, he hated hearing them scream, he hated seeing them cry. He hated it all. 

"Why did you have me!" He yelled at his mom. He hated her too. She was a wendigo. He wouldn't have been like this if she had never had him. His dad could have found someone else.

Alexander never noticed. Not until he was older, but he often said that to her. 

She'd always reply in a soft hum and would stroke Alexander's hair. "I never will regret having you, Alexander. But you can hate me if it makes you feel better."

He said those things to her and blamed her for the longest time. He didn't understand until he was older that she struggled more than him, even though she was a defect. He did apologize to her, and it never felt like he could say it enough. 

...

She taught him the best she could. It was difficult as he only changed out of desperation for hunger or anger. 

Olcay couldn't fully understand the intricacies of a half wendigo, and his father Pete's taught him assistance magic, specifically reversal variation to repair his damaged body after he changed back. That was when his dad returned after the war. Alexander was ten at that time.

His wendigo form looked more and more mature as he changed into it. However, his control was still next to none. He could barely keep himself from making mistakes. His mom helped bring him prey and monitor his progress.

When he was 13, his dad suggested an alternate way once they discovered his anatomy. It would make sure Alexander was in control. Size shifting. He learned that, too, specializing in creation magic. He also learned how to erase memories, hunt independently, and stop relying on his mother, Olcay. He'd have to learn to ensure he didn't leave his form.

It was scarier on his own. Alexander couldn't hesitate when he ate humans; if he did, he'd feel bad. If he felt bad, he'd let them go; if Alexander let them go, he'd starve; and if he starved...he'd change again. It seemed fine. His mom told him it was fine, but his thoughts during it that's what perturbed him the most. 

He'd refuse to let himself wait until he was starved. 

He stopped talking to them; there was no point. He couldn't be around them either. They were all so tempting. So he pushed himself away, he lived in a world with humans, but they were also his food. That's the only time he'd approach them. 

And eventually, it got easier to handle. Alexander kept his diet in check so he wouldn't go into his form due to hunger...but he never accounted for his anger.

...

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Can we get a little story of a time when Blade’s stutter comes out when he’s older? Idk why I love it so much but I think it’s because it’s him being vulnerable and my heart can’t handle it.

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Ugh...I love when he stutters though. Especially if he has his Lolita around to just calmly bring him back. It doesn't happen a TON as he gets older, mostly concerning his Lo...

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Didn’t Answer My Question

Summary: the birth of the twins

Pairings: Blade X Reader

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 850

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Blade Drysdale Masterlist

Blade looks over the expanse of his huge family. He pretty much is assuming that this will be the last family dinner before you’re no longer a family of four, but one of six. As if getting the same feeling Fable and Beckett never leave your side.

Typically after dinner the kids disperse outside into their own groups. There’s not much that tears them away. Beckett is always ‘fixing’ your hair, while your opinionated little girl can’t keep her hands off your belly.

“You weawwy didn’t want ta find out what’s in der?” she asks pointing at your belly. When you respond by shaking your head, and she asks why.

“Because, Squishers, you will love whether they are boys or girls. I don’t need you getting all worked up about what we’re having.”

“But der gonna be da same?” you give her a nod again. “That makes Skish vewy newvous. If…if dats two boys in der we’we in twoubwe. Why is dey gonna be da same?”

“They’re identical baby.”

“Aye yi yi. Daddy me hope you didn’t bwow dis.”

“I didn’t. I did blow your mama’s…” you give him a elbow to his ribs before he finishes that sentence. “Squishers why don’t you and Beckers go play? It won’t be long until you’re changing dirty diapers. They’ll be here before you know it.”

“Me not do that. Me not gonna do no diapews. You had da kids, that’s youw pwobwem.”

“Go play.”

Blade knew how uncomfortable you were becoming. Knew that you needed his help more. Such a short woman was not meant to carry twins. Sometimes you loved it. Sometimes you were cussing his Drysdale genes and the need to have multiples.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to put triplets in there.”

“No next time. Four is plenty children.”

“Mom and dad had five.”

“Four is plenty. Blade, I was thinking Beckett was it. And you and Faby poisoned my mind.”

That night was a a blur. Had barely put the kids to sleep, when you just knew it was time. Taking slow and deep breaths, and Blade made a call to his parents to stay with your oldest babies. You didn’t want to leave them while they were sleeping. Scared they would wonder where you and Blade were.

This time around needing a cesarean last minute since one baby was breech.

Blade became too nervous. “What…what, what do you mean? They’re…they’re, they’re okay right?”

“Mr. Drysdale, they’re fine. It’ll just make mama more comfortable and be the safest option for baby B.”

“But…but, but, but…”

“Blade, look at me. Look right into my eyes. I love you, but I really need you to get out of your head. I’m scared, and I need you,” he starts his stuttering speech, and you shake your head no. “Breathe baby. Our babies are fine. I want them to come out to a dad who hasn’t had a panic attack. Okay?”

“Okay…okay, okay.”

“No. Breathe,” you soothingly calm him holding his hand on your chest. “I need my husband to be the best birthing partner. We’re having our twins. And if you quit this, we’ll talk about your fifth, Ransom.”

“I can’t believe you just called me that.”

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You could hear her talking, as Blade’s parents walked them down the hall. Her questions on rapid fire, especially since no one told her. What she was walking into. You could hear Beckett’s random voice saying mama, and when that tiny little head looks in to see her mama and daddy laid up on the bed with two tiny babies she gets the biggest smile.

“I don’t see no cowor. Did Azzie get dem does bwankets. What awe dey?” his dad only chuckles, brushing back her hair.

“Squishers,” Blade starts with tears in his eyes. “This…this, this…” those blue eyes look up at his mom, and she only whispers out a Bladey. Her eyes showing nothing but true love to her baby boy. Proud of the man and father he had become. Blade takes a deep breath, and grabs at your hand. “This is…is, is…Lolita I can’t.”

“Faby, this is Willow Storm, and…”

“Ewswyth Owivinia! Me fink youw pwaying a mean joke on me. Me can’t say eithew of der names. And..and,” she buzzes around coming closer to you that holds Elswyth. “Can me caww hew Ewfie?”

“Why, Faby baby?”

“Weww…hew name means Ewf fwom da wiwwow twees. Wiwwie and Ewfie.”

“Blade,” you look at your husband who is just beaming. “Is it too late to change their names?”

“I mean,” he leans over to kiss on your cheek, “we have a Squishers and an Eggbert. Willie and Elfie doesn’t sound too bad.”

“So,” Ransom walks closer to his son, pulling up Willow out of his arms for Blade to hold his Squishers. “Did you talk her into your fifth.”

“She called me Ransom Drysdale.”

“You act like I’m terrible. I gave you a good life. And you still didn’t answer my question.”

Masterlist

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

#spy x family #sxf headcanons #sylvia sherwood #the handler #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #yor briar #thorn princess #daybreak #child!reader

[hajimesh]

𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁

⥅ eren jaeger / 1.8k words

warnings. manga spoilers, fluff and angst, gender neutral reader

a/n. my entry for anilysium's collab, don't forget to check the masterlist !! thank u sm temi for the beta ♡ @thefairywalker

hope is what makes someone hold onto a promise. and that hope it's worse than the broken promise itself.

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845.

an autumn-like breeze cooled down the summer afternoon, and with the sky barren of any clouds, it was easier for the sun rays to land on those familiar blond strands.

"over there!"

eren's small hand—even though it was big enough to cover yours—wrapped around your wrist before it tugged you through the crowd. your rapid breaths were all you could hear while you mentally prayed to make it on time, just a couple more steps and you would be within reach, already staring at armin’s frightened face which caused your heart to jump. but what finally managed to send you in a state of despair was the sight of eren shoving the bigger kid away.

“what do you think you’re doing, yeager?!”

“are you hurt?” tears gathered at the corners of your eyes while you helped armin up on his feet, you didn’t have to turn around to know eren had received a punch, his pained wail making you flinch.

armin took your hand and together faced the scene before your eyes, holding onto each other's hands while tears dampened your cheeks.

“leave him alone!” the tremble in your voice was obvious, even after multiple fights with those kids it always ended up the same way. armin and you crying in fear for eren and mikasa's safety.

only this time mikasa was nowhere to be seen.

“shut up!” 

“don’t talk to them like that!” with a kick on the shin, eren managed to keep the bully out of commission for a few seconds. but that was enough for your saviour to arrive.

“leave before i call the garrison.”

relief began to relax your tense stance, you all knew that it wasn’t the moment to be wasting their time in a kid’s fight, the shortage of food seemed to worsen each day and keeping the people on a tight leash became harder as the days went by.

the kid seemed to finally realize he wouldn't win this time, so with a scoff he took a couple of steps back, "this isn't over," his annoyed gaze traveled from eren to you, "and try not to piss your pants next time."

the three of you watched him run away while the rush of adrenaline began to wear out on your bodies and gave in to the tiredness. had mikasa not intervened, the outcome would've been way worse.

"hey," eren was the first one to break the silence, turning towards you and landing a hand on your shoulder. unfortunately, the softness in his voice was your catalyst and soon you allowed the distress to overcome you, "oh no, don't cry!"

it was useless to try to get your tears to stop, falling one after another as your chest racked with broken sobs, "i-i'm sorry i couldn't be o-of help!"

armin watched in worry as eren tried and failed to get you to calm down. he could tell you were scared when you confronted the bully, your hold on his hand so tight he feared you would end up hurting yourselves. but even so, you had pulled through your fear and stood your ground, something he admired from you.

with a tug on your shirt, mikasa signaled you to start walking, her impassive yet reassuring gaze letting you know she was there for you.

"let's go home."

—

the warm steam that blew onto your blotchy face felt soothing, the taste of mrs. yeager's freshly brewed tea successfully relaxing the tightness in your chest as it ran down your throat.

you could already feel the tiredness hitting you all at once, begging you to lie down and close your eyes so you could rest your mind after the afternoon's occurrences. but with eren's eyes observing you, you knew you weren't off the hook yet.

"better?"

not trusting your voice, you hummed and smiled behind the cup resting on your lips, sniffling slightly when a flashback of eren being punched on the face appeared on your mind.

however, he didn't seem to be done with the topic.

"why did you stand up to him if you were so scared? you were lucky he didn't go for you." 

"'cause i didn't want him to keep punching you."

"i don't need your help," his tone gave you the wrong impression. were you bothering him? a frown pulled your lips in a wobbly pout but he was quick to realize his error, "i mean, we should focus on armin, right? he's the one always in trouble."

you rocked your feet back and forth, watching them dangle from the chair as you mulled over his words. he wasn't lying, it was armin who often ended up as the victim of those bullies. at least when neither of you were around to aid him.

"i have a plan!" eren suddenly perked up, eyes brimming with excitement and pride as he obviously found his plan a good one, "dad always says that it's his duty to protect mom because they're married. so, if we get married, i can protect you and we can protect armin—together!"

you couldn't help but gasp, "married?! but we are too little!"

"not now, dummy. when we grow up!"

"what if i cry again and can't protect armin?" you voiced out your biggest worry as you pushed the cup away and made room on the table for your arm, resting your chin on top of it after yawning.

"i'll protect all of us," he didn't even hesitate, “and we have mikasa too.”

the silly promise made so much sense to your 10-year-old brain, which is why you held onto the hope and safety it gave you and agreed.

carla yeager squealed the news to her husband once eren and you had fallen asleep.

—

850.

there wasn't a day where you didn't regret not going with them.

the lively days soon became dull without eren and armin’s excited voices as they discussed the fire and icy lands in armin’s book, mikasa’s reassuring presence gone as well. but you knew you wouldn’t make it through the strenuous military training—or at least that was what you had told yourself.

truthfully, you wondered how were they not scared of continuing with their suicide mission of joining the legion, all those sacrifices just to see what was outside the walls. why couldn’t they be happy with what you already had? it wasn’t much, but you had each other, which was more than what most people could say.

with shiganshina gone, you became one of the refugees that lurked in the streets of trost. the conditions to live growing harsher, food and shelter becoming escarse and a luxury, but eren’s promise gave you enough strength to go on with your days until you landed a job as a waitress at a pub. 

you missed them, all of them.

their names flew from the mouths of the military police and other higher ups that passed by, making you wonder what they were up to. however, when news spread about eren’s abilities to shift into one of those creatures, that old sense of worry shook you to your very core.

was he hurt? mikasa wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on him, but what if they separated them?

multiple scenarios ran through your head, many of them not so pleasing and only worsening your nerves. but if their names kept coming up in the authorities’ conversations after each and every mission, then it meant they were still alive.

unfortunately, all you could do was pray for their well-being and silently beg them to return.

—

854.

after years of not hearing his voice, it took you several seconds to recognize it.

“where– where are we? why–”

“you’ve changed,” his tone was soft yet hints of curiosity sept through as he marveled at you, “you look older..." prettier, he wanted to say.

having spent so many years without the intensity of his gaze, you realized you had grown unused to it, “you’ve changed too.”

it seemed like everyone had disappeared, except for you and him. dunes of fine sand slithered under your feet and a bright light illuminated the starry sky, converging by the horizon and causing his green eyes to shine in a way you had never seen before.

“eren… what’s all this?”

one moment you were surrounded by chaos, people screaming while an army of colossal titans walked south and eren declared war against the rest of the world; and the next it all had gone quiet, a man—eren—standing next to you while holding your hand.

"they will pay, and then we will be free," his thumb rubbed the skin on the back of your hand gently.

you caught the way his gaze hardened for a second, rage clear in his features but what confused you the most was the amount of hurt swirling in his eyes.

​​what did he mean by 'they'? you were aware of marley's feelings towards the eldians but was it truly that bad? there were so many questions you wanted to ask, but something told you that you didn’t have enough time so you chose to stick to the most important ones. 

“how's mikasa? armin... is it true? he’s the colossal now?”

eren pulled you closer to him by tugging on your hand, cradling the side of your face with his free hand as a smile took over his lips.

"mikasa's busy kicking everyone's asses," he joked and you couldn't help but laugh, relieved at the sudden lightness in his voice. your eyes closed briefly when he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, licking his lips before continuing, "armin... yeah, he's the colossal. looks like i need to find another excuse to marry you, hm?” 

you found it unfair how after almost a decade, he could still hold such a power over your heart, the butterflies in your stomach feeling worse than what you recalled.

“you remember?”

he didn't miss the hope in your tone, his own heart aching at the thought of you assuming he had forgotten about your existence. there wasn't a day where he hadn't wondered about your well-being, were you safe? had a titan stole your life just like they had done with his mom? it was armin and mikasa who consoled him whenever the intrusive thoughts became too much to his already stressed mind.

“i never forgot.”

it was subtle, the way that kids promise evolved into a lifetime vow—but neither of you minded.

“i need you to promise me one more thing," he murmured, his breath fanning over your lips while your own faltered at his proximity.

“you’re leaving again,” it wasn't a question.

“i have to.”

it pained him to no end, but it had to be done. the warmth of his lips touched your forehead, your cheeks, and lips; staying longer on the latter while your hearts synchronized for a moment, sharing years worth of affection.

"stay here, on the island. find somewhere safe to stay until it all ends.”

a mere murmur on your lips, that was all it took to harm your hopeful soul.

"and don't wait for me."

#eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren fluff #eren angst #eren yeager #i missed writing angst hehe #eren.c

[suyacho]

Hi everyone! We hit 850 followers and I’m so thankful for every single one of you, it really means a lot to me! I couldn’t just let it slip like that now could I? That’s why I decided to make headcanons with the rooftop trio and them having kids, I hope that you like them!

A/N: One of the characters isn’t mentioned in the anime yet, that’s why i cut him off in the banner. I’ll put him as last but if you don’t wanna read it, please click away. All off them are obviously pro heroes in this. 

⇥ genre: fluff

Shouta Aizawa

Shouta would be a stern dad but also a chill one.

He would be stern when needed and the rest of the times he would be a pretty chill dad.

I feel like he would regret having his kids and his friends meet because his kids love them and play around with them too much.

He would often help them with things they need and explain them things they don’t understand, wanting to be the best help.

He might have a “cold” expression to the public, making people question if he can be a good dad but in reality he has a soft spot for his kids.

Shouta wouldn’t hesitate to tell his kids he’s proud of them and that they’re doing good, he’s their personal hype man.

Having kids with Shouta also meant several sleepy heads, you would often walk in to see him and his kids cuddling with your cats.

Not that you minded though, the sight was adorable.

Your kid ran around the house, giggling a bit as Shouta chased them around the house and hiding behind you. “Come back here, you shouldn’t be doing that.” Aizawa mumbled, only resulting in your kid giggling even more, knowing that they did something he told them not to do.

“You shouldn’t be doing thAT-” Your kid said mockingly, laughing as they ran away again. You shook your head and smiled at the both of them, feeling extremely lucky with them.

“They hang around with Hizashi and Oboro way too much.” He sighed, giving up on running after them and just sitting on the couch. Your kid, who now was much calmer than a second ago, hops on the couch next to him, climbing on his lap and smiling at Shouta innoocently.

“I guess I’m sorry.” They mumbled, sticking their tongue out right after, making Aizawa laugh a bit and shake his head. “You’re one little monster aren’t you?” Aizawa asked, starting to tickle your kid as they bursted out in laughter in the process.

“No dad! I’m sorry, I really am, stop!” They laughed, trying to push them off as their laughter got louder. “Daaad-” They continued and Aizawa laughed, stopping and patting their head. “Learned your lesson now?” He would tease and your kid and Shouta would end up cuddling not much after.

Hizashi Yamada

Hizashi would be the chill dad but also the loud one.

His kids take over him with the loudness sadly for you, good luck dealing with several loud people in the same house.

He’s the type to play music for them/sing for them and play instruments for them as well.

I feel like he would teach his kids about music, only if they want to learn though, if they don’t he will obviously respect that.

His kids would tease him with bugs, knowing that he doesn’t like them, they would be hit with a loud Hizashi though.

Besides he point of being loud, Hizashi is a really caring and good dad, prioritizing his kids and your happiness before anything.

He would remind them he’s proud of them and always show them off in public, talking about his kids proudly, possibly taking them along to school as well.

Hizashi was in the music room you had in your house, humming along as he played something on the instrument. not noticing that someone had walked in and that someone being his kid until they poked his side.

“Dad can I play too?” They asked and Hizashi smiled at them with maybe the biggest smile he has ever had, being happy his kids took interest in music as well. “Yeah of course, want me to teach you the basics?” He answered, the kid nodding in excitement.

“Okay so you go like this.” He explains, placing their hands just the right way on the instrument, explaining them how to move their fingers. “Like this right?” They would ask and play a bit, making him nod excitedly because they’re doing it the right way.

“Hell yeah!” He yells out loudly, resulting in his kid laughing at him and trying to match his energy and loudness as he plays a bit more. They would look at Hizashi with a smile here and there, making sure he was watching and that they were doing it the right way.

It might not seem like it was a lot yet them taking the same interests as Hizashi meant the world to him and he would proudly teach them about anything he could. He would get his own instrument and play along to match your kids tone with a smile.

Oboro Shirakumo

Oboro would be the clumsiest dad out of them all.

He would be joking around too much sometimes but he’s still a good dad.

He’s a pretty chill dad, no debate about one.

I feel like his clumsiness often came in hand, especially at moments when his kid is upset, he would joke around as much as needed, until they’re smiling again.

Even with all of that, he had his serious moments when it was needed, like times when his kid is bothered by something.

He would talk with them and make sure they’re okay always.

I think that he would tease his kid about small things in public, especially when they have a crush and poke their sides, going “Is that the person?” knowing damn well it is.

When he first became a dad, he was really confused about it but having you by his side helped a lot.

"Oh fu-” Oboro mumbled out, quickly reaching out for the box that was about to fall, almost falling down in the process as his kid laughed at him, shaking their head a bit. 

“Dad you okay?” They asked, laughing at the position he was in from trying to not fall himself and keep the box from falling. “What makes you think thaaat?” He answers, scratching the back off his neck with an innocent smile like he just didn’t almost drop that.

“You look so stupid.” They laughed, walking over to him and grabbing the box from him. “Ouch!” Oboro gasped, pretending to be offended as he fixed himself, standing up and looking down at them.

“If I look stupid, you do too because you look exactly like me.” He mumbled, sticking his tongue out as his kid laughed, sticking their tongue out to him as well, the both of them end up bursting out in laughter not long after.

You walked in with a smile and shook your head, having a kid and getting into this relation meant dealing with a man child the whole time but you sure weren’t complaining, you loved both of them.

#aizawa headcanons #hizashi headcanons #oboro headcanons #oboro shirakumo #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #shouta aizawa #shirakumo oboro #oboro x reader #oboro shirakumo x reader #shirakumo x reader #oboro fluff #shirakumo fluff #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta fluff #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #present mic x reader #hizashi x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #hizashi fluff #hizashi yamada fluff #httptamaki’s headcanons #aizawa x reader fluff #oboro x reader fluff #hizashi x reader fluff #snow answers❄️ #❄️ · yuki talks

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ BABY FEVER ❜

Headcanons.

with Nestor Oceteva.

Request: HI. Daddy Nestor. As in Nestor being a new daddy to a child ❤

BY @chibsytelford

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 850

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

You always tease him about how much he cried when you told him that you were expecting his baby.

“Ne—Nestor…?”

Your husband was sitting on the bed, with his head bowed and covered by two ringed hands. You could hear him sobbing, barely breathing and almost shaking a little. Just like a child. You never doubted about the fact that maybe he didn't want to be a father, because of all the times you have seen him playing with Cristobal, and making funny faces whenever no one expected. So you just gave him some seconds, kneeling next to him and placing your hands on his lap.

“When di—When did you know?” He just asks, uncovering his face slightly reddened.

Now you knew why he was really crying. He had been working too much the last weeks, and finding it that you knew it since more than one or two days it was going to break his heart, because he hadn't been by your side when you needed him.

“Emily took me to hospital this morning, while you were in Santa Madre. I called her last night, 'cause I didn't want to go alone, and I didn't want to tell you without really knowing it”. Giving him the results detailed on a medical report, he took it with trembling fingers, reading the ‘positive’ word once and again. “Two months, so… that means that we could know what it's going to be on the first revision. Next week”.

He kept reading that word for some long seconds, before putting it away to cup your cheeks into his hand to kiss you, standing you up.

“Thank you”. He said pecking your lips with clingy kisses. “Thank you for making me this happy, princesa. I love you. I love you more than anything. I love you with all my heart”.

Miguel screamed out for more than five minutes when Nestor told him that he was going to be a father. Of course, they had a party. And you weren't sure of who was more excited, if your husband or if your brother-in-law. At least, you had Emily to give you some advice, even if she used to have a babysitter always by her side.

Nestor tried hard to not come back at home later than six pm, to spend some time assembling your daughter's room. He wanted to do it all. Paint it, setting up the furniture, placing the clothes on the wardrobe. He didn't let you do anything, because he used to say that you have enough work of carrying his sweet baby.

He spoiled you more than you could ask him to, with all your cravings jumping around you the whole time.

“You okay, princesa?”

“What time are you coming home…?” You asked ashamed, biting your bottom lip, walking around the living room.

You were five months old pregnant, caressing your swollen belly with a hand, not wanting to bother him while working. Even if Nestor and Miguel told you to call them whenever you needed anything. You were really hungry but you didn't dare to drive at this point.

“I don't know. Maybe, ten minutes left. You feel okay? Is Anahí okay?”

“Yes, yes… We're okay, I ju—”.

“Sounds like she wants McDonalds”. You can hear Emily's voice at the other side of the speaker, behind your husband.

“Is that…?”

Now, Miguel is laughing, and that makes you chuckle feeling your cheeks burning.

“Yeah… Maybe”.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, maybe I want two burgers with double cheese, and a lot of french fries”.

He didn't bring you only that. In less than twenty five minutes, he was at home with four burgers, double cheese, bacon and pickles; three large boxes of french fries with different sauces to dip in and a big Oreo McFlurry with extra chocolate syrup. You were about to cry when he stretched his hands towards you, before leaving a kiss on your forehead.

Of course, he didn't miss a single class at the hospital, to prepare you for the birth and the post-birth, keeping learning and searching things about it on Google whenever he was at home, lying with you on bed.

He was ready as fuck when you broke water.

Six hours after, he was able to hold his little girl between his arms, crying more like her.

Nestor became overprotective at the hospital. Whenever you looked tired, he kicked anyone's ass out of the room to let you rest.

“You need to sleep too”. You said yawning, watching at your husband looking more exhausted than ever, palming a side of the mattress.

Making him enough space to lie down by your side, he cupped you into his arms, with Anahí peacefully sleeping inside the crib. Caressing his forearms, you two fell in Morpheo's arms.

And when you were finally at home, whenever your daughter woke you up crying, he was the one who got up to bring her to bed. He had a power on her to calm her tears, just by singing her some song stuck on his head.

You didn't have any doubt that he was going to be the best dad ever.

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[elapsed-spiral]

Fic Delivery Service!

So, AO3 is still down and looks like it might be down for a while (boo, leave the poor website alone, ya weirdos).

In the meantime, if you're desperate for a fic, I've got the following fics of mine available as PDFs. As an added bonus, I can send them to the email address of your choosing using the burner email account I used to make my Google Docs SMAU. In other words, if you fancy reading any of the following fics as a PDF, Stede Bonnet can send them to you! DM me if you'd like any!

Cool collaboration(s) you should read immediately:

Work Experience: what if Ed went to meet Stede when the Revenge ran aground? And what if Ed became a member of Stede’s crew? And what if things kept escalating and… Canon AU. Mature. Co-written with Shearwater.

Really no excuse for how stupid these ones are:

Watch Out, Here I Come: what if Stede had been intentionally seducing Ed? Teen

Once More, With Feeling: what if Frenchie just fixed the season 1 finale fiasco because he’s the most capable guy on the ship? Teen

Talent Show: what if Ed was crass about his sexual preferences? Explicit

Capsize on Your Thighs: what if Ed rebounded onto Calico Jack at the end of season 1? Ed/CJ and Ed/Stede (but Ed/Stede is endgame, natch). Explicit

Your Feedback is Important to Us: what if Stede started holding open cabin hours to allow the crew to air their grievances (but was also very repressed and horny over Ed)? Explicit

Oh no Ed’s working through gender/class stuff (but make it funny):

Finery: Ed gets to wear a dress, Stede spontaneously combusts. Explicit

Tell More Tales: Stede isn’t the only writer aboard the Revenge. Explicit

Lovers and Madmen: Ed is hellbent on marrying Stede. Explicit

AUs no-one asked for:

Conflict of Interest: lawyer!Stede/businessman!Ed (read: gangster). Modern AU. Explicit

Intergalactic Tango: Space Waltz AU. Mature

Trade Descriptions Act: bailiff!Ed/estate agent!Stede. Identity theft but make it meet cute. Modern AU. Teen

Baddy Zaddy: Bridget Jones’s Diary style, former porn star turned sex shop owner!Ed/still unfortunately landed gentry!Stede. Novel length modern AU. Explicit

Prize Every Time: You’ve Got Mail-y secret pen pals but also business rivals. Novel length modern AU. Explicit

Your Favourite Song: locksmith!Ed/museum curator!Stede. Kinktober fill that somehow isn’t E rated. Modern AU. Teen

Draft Letter to Restaurant Downstairs: Google Docs AU with a (slightly) interactive element. Modern AU. Teen

Blind Date: Stede and Jeffrey Fettering go on a blind date at Ed’s restaurant. I think you know where this is going. Modern AU. Explicit

Different Dimension: ficlet that crams four and a bit AUs into 850 words. Modern AU. Teen

Stuck Still: British holiday resort AU feat. events manager!Stede and bartender turned fairy!Ed (it makes sense in the story I swear). Modern AU. Explicit

On the Job: “kidnapping” meet cute (but not actually. Again, I swear it makes sense in the story). Modern AU. Teen

Starring Jason Statham: another weird meet cute, courtesy of Jack and the Fast and Furious franchise. Stede/Jack, Ed/Jack and Ed/Stede (Ed/Stede is once again end game). Modern AU. Teen

West Ham Is for Lovers: Lucius has a new job. It’s going fine. Completely, totally fine. A meet cute fic about meet cutes. Ed/Stede but also Lucius/Pete, Lucius/Fang, Lucius/Izzy and Lucius/Olu/Jim. Modern AU. Teen

Proud: Ed attends Pride to get free mum hugs, Stede attends Pride to give free dad hugs. Modern AU. Teen

Conventional: back in the 00s, Ed was in a very famous movie franchise. Nowadays, he does the convention circuit. Modern AU. Explicit

KrakenAir: Stede and the crew are heading to Benidorm to celebrate Stede coming out. That is, if Stede's all expenses spared KrakenAir flight ever departs. Modern AU. Teen

Oh no there’s been a containment breach (aka non-Blackbonnet fics):

We Do What We Like (and We Like What We Do): A brief history of Ed and Jack. Explicit (Ed/CJ)

Fealty: Stede and Izzy make one another even more miserable. Mature (Stede/Izzy)

Contra Proferentem: Ed is a high powered lawyer and Professor of Law at the University of Cambridge. Lucius is not a high powered lawyer but he is a lecturer of English Lit at the University of Cambridge. Stede own a very nice cafe. Explicit (platonic Ed/Lucius, Ed/Stede, no cheating involved)

#ofmd fanfic #gentlebeard fanfic #ofmd #ofmd fic

[jubileesstuff]

Headcanon: Tony Stark With A Demigod Child 1/2

Disclaimer: I'm still learning English, i'm sorry for every mistake. You can correct if you want.

Word count: 850

-You are Demidod, your mother is Hecate

-your father is the famous Tony Stark

-most people thought you were a child of Aphrodite or Athena

-simply because Tony Stark is your father and these goddesses probably fit more into his pattern of prey

-is that allowed to say? "pattern of prey"? (I don't know how I can describe this in English, in German we say sometimes "Beuteschema") 

-Well, most of the time you're at Camp Halfblood

-since the time the Avengers got together

-but even before that, when Tony was stuck in the cave in Afghanistan and became Ironman

-many compare you to him and expect great things from you

-to be as smart as he him, as brave, and follow him in his footsteps as a hero

-what many mortals do not know is that YOU ARE a hero

-you have been on so many quests with other demigods

-you have killed many monsters and you are the best at magic in Camp Halfblood

-your spells are the strongest and your potions are the best

-you can even summon the dead after Nico, a good friend, showed you how to do it

-Oh, and you also know the 7, and of course Nico and Reyna

-after all you were with them on the Argo II to stop Gaea

-okay well, now that we got the basic stuff out of the way, let's dive deeper into your story

-How did your parents meet?

-Tony was faced with a big decision for Stark Industries

-and this time there was no Pepper to help him out and tell him what to do

-Then he met Hecate, the goddess of magic, crossroads, the moon, and creatures of the night

-she helped Tony with his decision, she can give really good advice

-and it was the right decision, Stark Industries only got bigger and better known and Tony richer (if that's even possible)

-To celebrate the success Tony invited Hecate to a party

-one thing led to another and you were born

-Hecate told Tony everything, that she was a goddess, that Olympus was now over the Empire state building, and that there are many other Demigods who, when they are a bit older, train their skills in a camp near the Long Island sound

-and, of course, she told him about the monsters

-Tony never really let you out of his mansion in Malibu when you were very small, he was afraid something might happen to you

-on your first trip to New York together, you both got into a fight and you ran away

- you met Thalia, Luke and Annabeth (other Demigods) who had also run away and were on their way to Camp Halfblood

-you went with them

-after you traveled with them for a while and finally arrived at CHB (Thalia was now a tree) your mother appeared to you in a dream and convinced you to make up with your father again

-when you were back with him, you were distraught (because of the whole thing with the monsters and Thalia the tree)

-since that day you had only nightmares and couldn't sleep

-Tony sent you to the best child psychologist in the country.

-you were diagnosed with trauma, you couldn't really process it

-But you got better and Tony told Rhodey, Happy and Pepper that you were a demigod (and the story with Hecate)

-you went to CHB every vacation and when Tony was on business trips too

-at first Tony had hired nannies to take care of you, but one by one they quit

-they thought his mansion was haunted

-but it was only you who cast spells

-someday a boy came to Camp Halfblood, a son of Poseidon and your world got even stranger

-your best friend, Annabeth Chase, Grover (a satyr) and the Poseidon boy (Percy Jackson) disappeared

-Annabeth then introduced you to Percy properly when they came back, you became friends with Grover and Percy

-Percy was called "The King of all Bathrooms" by you, ever since Percy and you blew up a Bathroom together and you both wore capes and Burger king crowns while doing it

-Annabeth just stood there shaking her head.

-You and your dad moved into the Stark (or later Avengers) Tower in New York.

-it was an adjustment since you were used to the weather of Malibu

-but you didn't mind it either, since you were now closer to your friends

-your magic powers became stronger and stronger and you could fight better and better with sword, knife and bow. 

-you and your half-siblings also learned together how to conjure up weapons

-which was quite helpful 

-controlling the mist was especially easy for you and it was practical, so you could quickly disappear from home without being seen

-you got older, when you were 15 the second titan war took place and you helped your friends of course

-it was strange to see your mom on the side of Kronos

-after you won and Hecate even got his own cabin, you were even more fond of CHB

#Percy Jackson #tony stark headcanons #percy jackson headcanon #hoo headcanon #pjo headcanon #tony stark #ironman #Marvel #avengers #the avengers #riordanverse #mcu #Headcanon #Hecate Cabin #hecate #heros of olympus #hecate children #Demigod #camp Halfblood #CHB #camp Halfblood headcanon #percy the bathroom king #Annabeth Chase #jason grace #thalia grace #grover underwood #pepper potts #happy hogan

[storyofmychoices]

S’more Trouble

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Characters: Laura (MC), Lily (daughter), Levi, Luz, Thomas Book: Mother of the Year Word Count: approx. 850

Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge - s’more ; @motyappreciationweek - MC ; @wackydrabbles​ “Hold Still”

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“Hold still!” Laura’s fingers carefully searched through her daughter’s typically silky, long black hair. The darkness surrounding them made her plight even more of a challenge. “Do I even want to know how two ten-year-old girls ended up with marshmallows in their hair?”

“It’s a lot easier than it sounds,” Luz shrugged unfazed by the situation. She clutched her stomach as rumbles of laughter still fell from her lips, escaping into the cool night’s air. 

“It just sort of happened, mom, honest!” Lily insisted innocently. 

The inviting scent of smokey pine danced around them. The gentle crackle and pop of the water releasing from the burning wood was all but drowned out by the laughter and chatter of families surrounding them. The girls’ travel soccer team had won their division and were heading into the next round of the competition. Their coach had organized a storytelling campfire night for the kids and their families to celebrate, complete with marshmallow roasting and s’mores. 

The orange and yellow flicker of the fire’s flames licked their guilty faces. Laura knew there was more to the story. She slid a hair tie off of her wrist and onto her daughter’s untouched hair, isolating the tangled mess. “Luz, you’re up.”

The girls switched places on the log. Lily watched as her mom began sifting through Luz’s dark brown waves. 

Laura parted the girl’s thick hair separating out as much as she could before needing to be more precise with her movements. “So, do I get to hear the story?”

“Well, what happened was...” Luz began immediately. Her bright, lively voice became more animated as she recounted the daring tale of marshmallow roasting stick sword fights and the boys they just had to scare away. Each gesture of her head as she spoke caused Laura to inadvertently pull her hair; although, Luz never noticed, or if she did, she didn’t seem to care.

Her eyes wrinkled in contemplation as Laura pinched the bridge of her nose. Luz certainly made their lives more interesting, to say the least. “I don’t think that helps me understand how you both got marshmallow in your hair.”

“Well, it was after the sword fight part,” Lily said softly, shifting some dirt with her foot.

“Oh, yeah! That happened when we were going to catapult the roasted marshmallows over. Here, let me show you.” Luz jumped up and grabbed one of the marshmallow sticks. Thankfully, Laura had just finished attaching a hair tie to protect the girl’s clean hair. “So, at first, we went like this.” She grabbed a marshmallow from the bag and stuck it on the pointed end of the stick. She lifted it behind her shoulder and flung it quickly back in front of her. 

The marshmallow soared through the air, landing with a soft thwack, as it hit her father in the face. 

“Oops!” Luz clasped her hand over her mouth if only to quiet her laughter. “Sorry, dad!”

“Luz! I left for 5 minutes to get towels from the car. What is going on?” Thomas sighed. He had been working on an important case that had been pulling all of his time, but he had promised Luz to be available for the celebration tonight and the game the following evening.

“It’s really not our fault,” Luz continued. “You see the untoasted marshmallows fling nicely and get some good distance. The toasted ones—well, they’re just melty and stick to things… like clothes, fingers, and even your hair if it gets in the way.” 

Thomas and Laura wore matching faces of disbelief. How two highly intelligent children could find themselves in such a mess was beyond their comprehension, and yet, neither of them could help but smile and laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

Levi returned with two bottles of water that he had attempted to warm near the fire. “Not sure if they’re hot enough, yet.”

“Thanks, Levi.” Laura’s soft fingers lingered on his hands for a moment as she collected the water. “This is perfect.”

“Sit!” She commanded, pointing to the log and motioning for both of the girls to position themselves in front of her. Gently, she let the warmed water trickle over the marshmallow in her daughter’s hair. The pads of her fingers gently massaged the water into the sticky substance, letting the heat begin to melt the sugars away. She used the towels to wipe away the pieces as they loosened and let go. She alternated between the girls, allowing the warmth of the warm water time to work. It wasn’t perfect but she had freed most of their hair. Just a few sticky strands remained bound together.  

“Thanks, mom.” Lily turned, wrapping her arms around her mother. “You’re the best.” 

“Yeah. Thanks, Lily’s Mom.” Luz joined in, hugging the two of them.

Laura exhaled the lecture she had been preparing, instead, pulling the girls in closer. “You both are going to need to take a shower with conditioner as soon as you get home.” 

They nodded in agreement. They didn’t need to ask for her to know what they were thinking “Okay fine, go back with your friends, but stay away from the marshmallows… and maybe the chocolate. Why don’t you just go sit by the fire and tell a story without touching anything, especially the fire.”

“Like a ghost story?” Luz’s eyes popped open wide with possibility. 

“Yes!” Lily agreed quickly. “Let’s make it the scariest story!”

“I know just the one! It’s truly gruesome!!” Luz took Lily’s hand and pulled her back to where the rest of the team was sitting. 

“Should we be worried?” Laura questioned, watching the girls run off.

“Oh, most definitely,” Thomas replied, still shaking his head in disbelief. 

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My Fibro Journey and How I Came Back from Rock Bottom

This not advice. But this is a true story, and it’s time I shared my Fibro journey. I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia just as college was ending. This is not to say it began then, but it came to head enough to finally get an answer. This came about a year and a half after my Interstitial Cystitis diagnosis, and I was in BAD shape. I was 90 lbs, deteriorating, and everything winded me. The pain was constant and completely overwhelming. I had thrown every last drop of my energy into finishing my college thesis and graduating from a school I had worked SO hard at. When it finally commenced, I felt lost. I was depleted from the effort and it was 2011 and the economy was in shambles. Having nowhere else to go, I moved into my dad’s spare room in Massachusetts, miles away from the state I had always called home, my precious Florida warmth, and the love of my life. I was, unsurprisingly, miserable, and my health tanked immediately. I was cold all the time. No amount of blankets helped because I wasn’t generating my own heat. I remember spending Thanksgiving eve in the emergency room because an Interstitial Cystitis flare had caused a UTI to back up and give me yet another kidney infection and I had a soaring fever. Things were toxic with my dad. His cure for everything is to get up at 6am and be busy busy busy and I was in desperate need of rest. When it became obvious to me finding a job was not happening, I started an Etsy shop for my crafts with the limited energy I had. It pulled in maybe $200 a month but it felt good to be doing one small thing. A few months later the love of my life arranged to follow me to New England and secured a place for us in the apartment above his father’s house. We were together again but things were tense, his dad is occasionally a monster, and it wasn’t long before we were moving again. My health was awful and we were broke as a joke. I was sleeping 12 hours a day and spending the rest of my time trying to figure out what kind of life I was going to be able to have. I was severely depressed. We moved to an absolute shit-hole of a apartment in a bad neighborhood. Rent was $850/month for 280 square feet. We could barely afford it, and mostly lived off of my partner’s disability check and food stamps. My small savings was gone. We fought about money a lot. The Etsy shop brought in maybe $300 now, but it was clear this was not going to cover everything for a long time, if ever. My health only continued to decline and I felt utterly useless. Some days I was too sore to even get out of bed. The stress was unbearable as I watched everything in my life spiral. I honestly felt like if something didn’t change and soon, I was going to die. I thought back to the last thing I’d done right: my college thesis at art school. It took me forever to choose what medium to do the project in as there were a few I’d been practicing proficiently. I kept asking myself: “What am I the best at? What am I the best at?” and got nowhere. Finally I asked myself “What am I the worst at? What medium am I absolutely shit at that I would love to do but never learned how?” And the answer was pen and ink. A few months later I graduated with a pen and ink portfolio with one of two A’s in my professor’s senior class. So here I was, applying to design jobs and retail jobs and anything else I thought I might be good at with 0 responses for months on end. Then, instead, I asked myself what I was the worst at-- manual labor! After all, grocery shopping would knock me out until the next day. I realized this was insane to even consider and I might literally die. But I was so low it didn’t matter. If I continued wasting away like this I was going to die anyway. I knew this in my heart. Having cared for horses as a kid I started applying for barn jobs in the area. I remember straightening myself up and forcing myself to look energetic and animated for the interviews. I finally got a job. I was terrible at it. Shoveling for hours and pushing around a 300lb wheelbarrow, imagine! I could not lift a hay bale (they are about 65 lbs). But, I got up at 4:45 in the morning and drove to work in the snow before the plows came and always got to work on time. I worked only weekend days and by Sunday night I would have to make sure there was a crockpot meal going because I knew I would collapse at the end of the day. I cried in the car on the way home every single shift. My body was on fire. Mondays I could not get out of bed. The pain was immeasurable and I spent most of the day crying and had my partner help me to the bathroom. I spent the whole week recovering and patching myself up enough to get to my next shift on Saturday. But I promised myself something: that I would never complain, not to anyone at work, and not even to myself in my head. I imagined myself as a monk. Chop wood, carry water. I got fired. Then I got another barn job and got fired. Then I got another one and got fired again. The 4th job was still hard, but I did not get fired. I could now lift the hay bales. I gained 20 lbs (entirely muscle) and my body was completely different. Instead of being carried to the bathroom on Monday, I could transport myself to the couch and do basic self-care activities. I could do my crafts during the week again and between the two income streams I could afford my half of living expenses and was very slowly socking away a tiny, tiny nest egg that would eventually become the start up capital for my business. Two years had passed since mucking my first stall. My Fibro was not cured by any means but my IC was somewhat in remission and I was doing much better. Daily life got easier. After all, compared to hay bales, lifting the pasta pot while making dinner was less of a big deal. I eventually left the barn job and got a job doing landscaping and construction-- more manual labor! My new boss was disabled too and used a walker on the job site. He was also a Buddha in a blue collar. After having kept my illness a secret for 2 years of barn jobs I could finally tell a boss the truth and it was a relief. He understood me and always gave me the jobs I could flourish at.  I learned a lot from him, did legitimately good work, made slightly better money, and moved out of the shit-hole apartment to an art community, which was an important step forward on the path toward opening my own business and doing art full time. During the second year of running my shop I realized I didn’t need a second job anymore and that it would be the first year in the last 5 where I wouldn’t have to dig any holes.

I’d risked it all, every last drop of my health. It could have killed me. And the agony was indescribable, but I would do it again. My body is changed forever and even years since I have last worked manual labor I am still improved for it and much more active than I was in those dark years right after college. Everything I have now I owe to that one, insane decision I made at rock bottom. This is not advice. Take what you will from my story. I still despise people who say “exercise will cure Fibro if you just tried harder :) :) :)” or some stupid shit like that. None of them know how dangerous this was or how much suffering I endured. It could have easily gone the other way. There were days my partner saw the condition I was in and begged me to stop. I told him with a roar in my voice if I didn’t keep going I was going to die. I don’t regret it. I have less pain now, consistently, than I did before I went through all that and I still try to keep up my fitness level so I never go back there. Thank you for reading my story. I can’t recommend my path, but if you come away with one thing from this, just know that there is a path forward, somewhere, and perhaps in the most unlikely of places.

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