#the thing is like my parents were going to come up in November and bring it but that didn't happen and then i didnt go down for christmas

[darkacademicvibes]

Hellooo! So I know you haven't posted in ages and you're probably busy or maybe not writing anymore but if you are and your requests are open... can you maybe do something for Theodore nott? If you don't write for him then maybe Barty Jr. Or Regulus or something?

Basically fem!reader is insecure and brings it up and he doesn't understand so she asks is they even love her anymore and they somehow propose right then and there? Like really tearful, and he's so hurt but he's also kind of blank about it idk and she says yes obvs, but he just doesn't know how to feel about what she asked?

Thankyouthankyouuuuu and if you aren't writing anymore that's totally understandable 🩵🩵🩵🩵

AHHHH YESSS I TOTALLY CAN BABES!!!

I'm always gonna write on this blog, lately I've really been trying to figure out my page and stuff and I just got done with exams so I've been busy, I'm sorry!!! I HOPE this lives up to expectations, I've never written an argument/yelling that turned to a proposal lmao <3

Look At Me

tw: cursing, idk I like it, he's very much sweater Theo lmao, nothing really to be honest with you

"-God, Theo, it's like you're never here anymore!" You huff, busying yourself with the dishes of a dinner you ate alone, again. The sound of his name instead of the nickname you'd always called him made him flinch. Theodore Nott had been your boyfriend since the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts, and you'd fought together in the war on Harry's side. Or, McGonagalls side, as Theo preferred to call it.

After Hogwarts, you'd moved in together which you'd defended to your parents as convenience. And his, well, his mother got ill quick, and then got better, and then ill again, and she'd eventually found out after he'd invited her over to make sure she was okay, and you'd come home to your boyfriends mother on the couch having tea. You'd easily slipped into comfortable conversation with your loving boyfriend and his (absolutely wonderful) mother and she'd guessed it by morning when you'd made everyone pancakes as you'd been woken up early by Theo on his way to quiddich practice.

Lately, however, he'd been home less. In fact, it began at the beginning of the year, while it is now November. You celebrated your third year anniversary of fully owning the house (thanks to his family money's help) and as that morning when you woke up, he was gone, he came home giddy, and then that night, went to bed nervous. And things hadn't been the same. You'd marked that night on your calander once you realized that was the last afternoon before anything changed.

April 4th.

Since then, he'd barely be at home, which isn't saying a lot seeing as he was a professional player for the Montrose Magpies and sometimes was forced to be away for day practices that led well until you'd gone to bed and weekend games that you always made sure to see.

He'd started getting up earlier, and going to bed either well before, or well after you. When you were wide awake, or fast asleep. Sometimes, he'd sleep in the guest room downstairs, instead.

He'd stopped with the casual kisses everytime he left the room, no longer pressing kisses to your temple, cheek, nose, shoulder, or head, and started passing by in silence, answering requests with hums, grunts, and nods. Your brother had joked he was finally going through the 'I hate my girlfriend' phase, but quickly shut up when you'd choked out a strangled breath that sounded like you'd taken a bludger to the stomach.

The thought hasn't left your mind since.

"I'm here now" Theo presses, standing behind the kitchen island, his hands braced firmly on the edges of the bench, gripping tightly. You scoff, scrubbing the pan harshly. Who invented pans that weren't non-stick? You wanted to hit them with your pan, your pan that now had bits of food and grease stuck to it.

"Theo this is the eighth night in a row I've had to put your dinner in the microwave" you give up on the pan, abandoning it on the bench and moving on to the pot you'd made the potatoes in. It was your day off, and Theo was supposed to be home at four, so you'd made a full dinner for you to eat together. A mistake, you now realized, as you didn't eat until seven when your food had already gone cold, and he hadn't come home until nine, when you'd usually do the dishes. He did them right after dinner for some unexplainable reason you didn't quite understand. Through, you were the one who grew up with supper. So you always made it and did dishes after.

"I told you not to count on me being home on time, bambino" he breathes, and you sniff, wiping your nose on the back of your wrist. He had, yesterday, but not today. "I wrote it down and left it on the kitchen counter-" a soft mew interrupts him, and you listen to the sound of him scooping up the neighbors cat.

"Pie, you shouldn't be here, your mama will be looking for you" you coo, glancing back at the soft, light brown cat. "She can stay" Theodore murmurs, cuddling the cat close. A pang of anger flashed through your stomach. That cat was getting more affection from your boyfriend then you'd gotten for most of the year. "No, she can't" your voice is snappy, and he sighs, kissing the top of Pies head and opening the back door, placing Pie outside and closing the door again before leaning against the wood, watching you.

"I don't understand what I've done to make you so upset, amore" he murmurs, and you snap, tossing the potato pot and the rag into the sink, taking off the ridiculous yellow gloves and tossing them onto the bench.

"You are never here, Theo" you insist. "And you go god knows where, because you weren't at practice tonight" you continue, when Theo opens his mouth to argue, you glare at him. Your voice shakes, and that makes you angrier. "No! You weren't, I called Peter, he was at home with his wife and baby son at four fifteen" you snap, and hurt flashes in his eyes. You want to apologize, but you haven't done anything wrong, not that you're aware of. You have suffered, for months, wondering what you'd done wrong. You didn't understand. You don't understand.

"So where were you? Were you with someone else, someone you can stand? Because it's pretty clear you can't stand me anymore" you toss your hands up, abandoning the gloves as you return to cleaning the dishes as Theo makes his way closer, returning to the island counter as you ramble on.

"If you were then just tell me and be done with it, because this wondering, the guessing, the hoping you aren't, the subconsciously looking for proof that you have been, is killing me" you ramble on.

"It is absolutely tearing me apart to think you don't love me anymore, trying to find reasons that would have you pulling away because surely, if you don't love me then you'd leave me, right? Except, I don't know, I don't know what I did-" you place the pot aside and start working on your plate. His is still in the microwave. "-I can't figure it out. Tell me what I did wrong, because I can't keeping going like this for much longer" you sniffle, and the sound has the guilt already drowning him shove him down deeper.

"I mean, do you even love me anymore? Because it really just seems like you're sticking around for convenience" You manage to mumble, your voice shaking as tears prick harshly at your eyes. You try blinking them back, but you have to harshly wipe your cheek with the back of your arm as the feeling of a few hot tears warm your cheeks.

A soft click sound from behind you and in your confusion, you turn, pausing at the sight. Theo is leaning heavily against the counter, his shoulders tense as the small dark blue velvet box sits open on the table.

A delicate gold ring, with agate as the stone sits undisturbed in the box, and you can feel your breath escape you because it is beautiful.

"I was afraid you would say no" he admits, gazing at you through his dark lashes you'd frequently voiced that you were jealous of. "I was afraid you'd say no, and I pulled myself away from you, and I'm sorry for not noticing how it affected you" he breathes. Almost as breathless as you.

He slowly rounds the island, gently stopping to stand beside you.

His hands land on your waist, delicate. "ragazza dolce, how could you ever doubt my feelings for you?" He murmurs, his thumbs rubbing gently over the skin of your hips. The touch makes you pause and, slowly, you melt against his chest. "You haven't touched me like this since April fourth" you start softly, gaze still on the ring, and he tenses beside you.

Fuck, you'd actually remembered the date he held you last? He knew it had been a while, he had felt horrible about his nerves pulling him away from you, but you'd memorized the fucking date he'd last touched you, and it was so much longer then he'd thought.

"You barely answer me anymore, I start every conversation, and it's either tense, or it falls through so fast i-" you hesitate. "It makes me feel like you don't see the point in talking to me anymore" his heart shattered, he could hear it, feel it- you'd felt so horrible, miserable even, and it was his fault. He'd been so wrapped up in how he felt that he hadn't even noticed you'd been miserable. Lonely.

"I'm sorry, mio caro, I'm so sorry" he murmurs, pained, his lips brushing the crook of your neck gently.

His hands gently guide you to face him, and you allow him to lift your hands, drying them off gently. "C'mon sunshine, I'm sorry, look at me" he murmurs, gently tucking his forefinger under your chin to guide you to meet his eyes. "I have been so nervous that I started pulling away, and I am so sorry you felt this way, sweet girl, I promise I love you" he assures you gently, watercolour eyes gazing into yours deeply.

"There has never been, nor will there ever be, anyone else. You are it for me, you are my Andromeda, I'm your Perseus, remember?" He pleads softly, reminding you of the last time you'd been in Hogwarts.

The astronomy tower would probably crumble if you stood in the wrong spot, still, you (almost) fearlessly ventured closer to the calm figure leaning against the wall of the castle, not for one second, caring that he was sitting in rubble. Gazing at the stars. He smiles at you as you stand beside him, and he offers you his hand, which you take as he helps you to sit beside him safely.

"Feel up to stargazing, my love?" He murmured, and you smile softly, leaning your head on his shoulder as his hand rests easily on your thigh, rubbing gently despite the dust-covered fabric in the way of your skin. "Always" you hum. He huffs a soft laugh and sighs warmly. "You remember those stars?" He asks softly, pointing out the constellation, and you nod against his shoulder. Andromeda and Perseus, the chained maiden and her lover. Her savior. Her husband, in entirety. They'd been so in love they were placed in the stars so their love would never end.

"Yeah, I remember, it's your favourite myth" he smiles, and he presses a soft kiss to your head, smiling himself. You'd remembered it was his favourite.

"If I was Perseus, you'd be my Andromeda" he murmurs, and you smile softly, melting into him. "If I was Andromeda, you'd be my Perseus" you retort gently, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder as shouts of names, and calls of joy fill the night air.

The war is over. All is well.

"My father is dead" Theo hums. The way he says it was almost as if he'd simply noticed the time and pointed it out. He found more empathy for the roadkill the two of you had come across two weeks ago, a rabbit that had been hit by a carriage.

"I saw. Are you okay?" You ask gently.

"Yeah, I'm okay, as long as I have you, I'll always be more than okay" he hums, chuckling softly. "My mother will be okay now, she's safe" he sighs, the tension leaving him slightly.

"She is, Teddy" you smile, and as he wraps his arm around you to pull you impossibly closer, you both gaze at the sky and you do what you do best together.

You talk, and you stargaze.

You nod slowly, tears slipping down your cheeks, and he sighs softly in relief, his thumb swiping the tears away gently.

"I love you, so much. I'm sorry I let myself get in my head, I should've realized I was hurting you" he murmurs, his lips pressed against your hairline as he tucks a few strands behind your ear, his fingers trailing down your neck, then your shoulder, all the way to your hand, where he links your fingers together.

"Teddy, are you asking me to marry you?" You murmur softly, eyes gazing softly at the ring again. He hums, "will you say yes?" He murmurs softly, his thumb brushing against yours.

"I can't imagine a world where I'd consider saying no" you breathe, and you can feel his lips tug into a giddy smile against your temple. He pulls away, only enough to reach the ring, and gently hums.

"Look at me, bellissimo"

Your eyes meet his and he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, the familiar softness of it almost making you swoon.

"Will you, the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on, make me the absolute happiest man alive, and do me the honor of making me your husband?" He asks quietly, his lips brushing yours gently.

You smile, and nod softly, "that's a yes from me" you hum, "a big, fat, yes" you laugh, and he chuckles along with you, gazing softly at you as he slowly slips the ring onto your finger. "Good, now give me a big, fat, kiss" he demands playfully "I miss kissing my fiancé" he murmurs, and it sets off fireworks in your stomach.

You lean up and press a big, fat, kiss to his lips, just like he asked.

You giggle as he wraps his arms around you happily, tugging you closer and tapping your hip in the all too familiar signal to jump. You wrap your legs around him and he kisses you harder, his hands under your thighs.

"I have a lot to make up for" he mumbles, making his way into the living room and dropping you gently onto the couch, pulling a giggle from you.

"Remind me to tell Draco not to sit on this couch next time he comes over" you tease, and he laughs, loud, and happy, and the sound has you melting.

You have your Theo back, and he's not your boyfriend anymore, he's more, and you couldn't be happier.

#theo nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott imagines #theo nott x y/n #theo nott #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #second wizarding war #slytherin boys #slytherin #fem reader #female reader #femreader x Theodore Nott #proposal

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Timeless - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: Literally my first attempt at a fic in forever so bare with me, but I had this idea and I couldn't not do it. Also definitely inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift in a way so don't mind me.

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: no warnings, extra cute Bob. mutual pining. lots of fluff. mild angst if you squint.

word count: 2.6k

The cool, crisp November air tickled the back of your neck as you walked down the street, orange, red and yellow leaves peppering the sidewalks, the smells of autumn air filling your nose. You frowned as you zipped your jacket up further to cover you better, the breeze sending a shiver down you. The streets were buzzing with people out and about to finish their preparations for Thanksgiving. It was still a week or so away, but, no one leaves anything to the last minute around here, especially not when it comes to homemade pies and cornbread dressing. The smell of fresh brewing coffee swirled around you as you made your way closer to your favourite local bake shop, enveloping your senses as you walked. You stopped as something - someone caught your eye. You froze in your steps as you peered in the window of the bakery, and you almost gasped in surprise at who you saw standing in line to order. A tall man, with neatly styled dark blonde hair, wire framed glasses, and the most stunning blue eyes you’d ever seen - it had to be him.

Suddenly, he turned and saw you, a large smile on his face as he waved, as if he’d just seen his long lost best friend. In a way, he had. 

Robert Floyd had been your neighbour growing up, his house was two doors down from your parents - a pretty Victorian-Queen Anne style home that sat on the corner of the street. His mother had always kept her garden looking immaculate, like something out of a home and garden magazine. He was the youngest of three kids, with an older brother and older sister who were both outgoing and popular in school - Robert had always been shy and more reserved than his siblings. 

You moved in when you were 6, just getting ready to start the school year in a new town, terrified of your own shadow. The first thing you noticed when you’d moved in, was the Floyd house and its picturesque landscape. That, and the adorable boy around your own age who’d been playing out front, and waved shyly when he saw you through the back window of your parents’ car as you drove past. For the next 12 years, you and Robert Floyd, or Bobby as you’d always called him, had been best friends - practically inseparable friends, in fact. You did everything together possible. From bike rides to church on Sundays to trick-or-treating to sports teams, everything you could do together, you did. It was as though you couldn’t function as a child without Bobby by your side, and vice versa. 

That all changed when Bobby decided to enter the Navy when he turned 18. It was the first time you wouldn’t be going to school together, and the first time since you’d met that he couldn’t be by your side if you needed him. He was leaving you, and you couldn’t help but feel some resentment towards him for it. You’d wanted to tell him the day you graduated high school that you loved him, you’d wanted to beg him to stay or take you with him wherever he was heading, but for whatever reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Something inside you had told you that it was futile - he’d always wanted to join the military, since the day you met him, and when you were 10 and he’d joined a Navy League Cadet Corps group, it was like fate had decided what he was going to do in life right then and there. You knew that no amount of love in the world shared between you two would have stopped him, and you also knew that he’d never let you give up on your own aspirations to follow him wherever he went. 

As you walked into the coffee shop, you were captivated by the smell of freshly baked pastries and roasted coffee beans, but everything around you seemed to freeze when you saw him in person - as if the whole world came to a complete standstill at that moment. God, you missed him. You didn’t even realize just how much you’d missed him over the last decade or so it’d been since you’d graduated. He rarely came back to South Carolina for visits, and you hadn’t exactly spent a ton of time in your hometown since college either, but in this moment, it was as if fate had decided again - you needed one another. 

“Kristen? Kristen Taylor, is that you?” His voice sounded the exact same, as if nothing had changed about him in the last 10 or so years. In fact, he even looked the same as he had when you’d graduated high school, even the frames of his glasses had remained the same. 

“Bobby? Wow, it’s been years! It’s so nice to see you,” You smiled fondly as he gently placed one of his large, firm hands on your arm, as if he wasn’t sure a hug was appropriate after so long.

“It’s been too long. Do you have a moment? We could sit and catch up for a few minutes, if you want to? I feel like we lost touch for some reason when I shipped out to training, and I feel like I missed a lot.” He nods sheepishly, almost as if he’s making an admission of guilt. 

“I think I can spare a few minutes,” You nod slowly, smiling as you met his deep blue eyes, “I’m home visiting from New York and just wanted to take it all in, you know? I don’t really have an agenda for today.”

“Perfect,” Robert nods his head as he points to an empty booth by the window, “I’ll wait here for you while you order.”

A few moments later, coffee in hand, you’re sitting opposite him just like you’d done so many times in this very coffee shop when you were teenagers, sipping sweet teas together while sharing a freshly baked cookie or two. He smiled as he set his coffee down and laughed softly, shaking his head as he spoke.

“What have you been up to? You said you’ve been in New York? Like the city? That’s awesome,” He appears completely invested in hearing everything you’ve been up to since he last saw you. 

“Well,” you began to unravel your recent past to him, or as much as you felt comfortable disclosing. You weren’t quite ready to share how you’d had failed relationship after failed relationship since you turned 18, unable to find any man who could compare to him or his sweet demeanor. You didn’t want to tell him that your last relationship ended mercifully as you prepared to walk down the aisle with your ex, and how you got cold feet a few months before the plans were finalized, but didn’t know why that was until today. You had told your ex you just weren’t ready - which wasn’t entirely untrue, but until Bob reentered your life a few minutes ago, it hadn’t dawned on you why you weren’t ready. In reality, it was because no one could ever be Bob. No one could ever give you butterflies like he had, or make you blush when he kissed you on the cheek after asking you to dance at homecoming when you were 15, or hold your hand so protectively as you said goodbye to him when he left for California. 

Instead, you told him how you’d gone to NYU for journalism, how you’d entered the field and loved it instantly, how writing was your passion and you loved it so, and you told him how you’d landed the ideal position, working for a major news network writing copy and scripts for the on-air hosts to read off of, working your way up the corporate food chain to make yourself a producer. You told Bob how New York winters were biting cold at times, but how the freshly fallen snow was almost romantic, and how the sight of Central Park at Christmas was stunning, no movie could do it justice. You told him how you adored the way New York had become like a second home to you, how you felt like you’d found the perfect place for you to thrive, something you’d always struggled with growing up in a small town in the south. 

Robert nodded his head as you spoke, showing deep interest in your every word and thought as you spoke. He never took his gaze away from you and never once appeared bored or as though his mind was elsewhere as you spoke - he was complete invested and hung up on your every word. When you finished, he smiled and sipped his coffee before leaning back slightly in the booth, his eyes widening slightly, the way they often had when you were growing up and he’d been impressed by something he’d read or seen. 

“Wow, you’ve done pretty well for yourself then, I’d say.” He laughs softly, “I haven’t been up to nearly as much, just different tours of duty with the navy, I became a Lieutenant, and became a Naval Weapons Systems Officer, graduated from the Top Gun program, where the top like, 1% of all pilots get called up to. I then joined a task force and did a few more missions with them. I’m still on that task force, but I applied for a leave because it’s been so long since I’ve been home and I haven’t taken a leave in probably,” Robert hums for a moment as he thinks, his cheeks turning red as he speaks, “Honestly? Probably four years. My parents and siblings usually either come to me in California, or I go to my brother’s house in Texas. I don’t often need to come here, but this year my mama wanted to host Thanksgiving, so I opted to come home.”

You noticed that, as Robert spoke, he couldn’t help but keep his focus entirely on you. It was like he was studying your every feature, in case he never got to see them again. The look in his eyes suggested that he never wanted to forget anything about you, as if he was scared that if he didn’t analyze every freckle, every hair on your head and every word that escaped your lips, he’d lose you. Like you’d fade away again, into nothing more than a distant memory. His cheeks continued to blush as he realized he’d been staring at you for longer than he had intended. He shook his head and let out another laugh, this one sounding strained, as if he was trying to cover up any awkwardness that may have arisen because of him. 

“You know, I really am glad we ran into each other again,” he nodded slowly. “You know, you’re still the only person who calls me Bobby. Nowadays, I’m always Bob or Robert, if you’re my parents,” he smiles fondly as he mentions the nickname you’ve called him since the day you met him. You decided that hot August afternoon that Bobby just suited him better. He agreed, and despite his mother’s protests that his name was Robert - it stuck. He was always Bobby to you, and he always would be. 

“Is that so? No other girls have thought to nickname you Bobby as a pet name?” You laughed as you raised an eyebrow before sipping your coffee. You found it hard to believe that he’d never found anyone else. A man as loving and affectionate as Bobby wasn’t something you found every day, you’d learned. In the past decade, you hadn’t managed to do it, despite your best efforts. 

You’d never found a man who matched him perfectly - his sweet personality, his soft spoken nature, his deep baritone voice, his laugh, the way he always protected you fiercely, but yet, always encouraged you to do whatever made you happy, and whatever you felt was best. You’d never met someone who’d rather die for you than ever see you upset. You’d yet to meet another man who’d wiped your tears when you were heartbroken or cuddle up and watch your favourite movie with you over and over again until you smiled when you were having a bad day, or meet another man who made your mother comment with, “Kristen, boys like him don’t come around too often.”. Bobby would always and forever be the only man who could meet all those expectations. 

You knew it was unfair of you, and until today, you didn’t even know why you were doing it, but no man could ever be Bobby. You’d rather spend the rest of your life alone than with anyone who wasn’t him, you’d come to notice. You just prayed he felt the same way, or that you at least could convince him that he did before he went back to California, whenever that was. 

“Nah, come on now, Krissy,” he chuckled as he used his nickname he’d always reserved for you growing up, “You know I’d never meet another girl who I’d let call me that. We could have been apart for 40 years instead of 10, and I still wouldn’t have let anyone else call me Bobby. That’s always been your thing for me. It wouldn’t feel right if someone else called me that, you know?”

“I do. I feel the same about being called Krissy. I don’t think anyone’s called me that since you left,” you nodded slowly as you let out a soft sigh, looking down at the now empty coffee cup on the table in front of you. 

“Krissy?” He said softly, his hand reaching across the table to touch yours ever so gently.  

“Mhmm?” You hummed, not wanting to meet his gaze out of fear that one look at him right now would make you crumble and burst into hysterical tears. 

“You know, I’ve really enjoyed seeing you. Do you think we could see each other again before I go back to base? I leave on Monday, I’m only here for 5 days, unfortunately,” he said quietly, gently holding your hand across the table. You can sense he has more he wants to say, but it’s like he’s struggling to get the words out.

“I think we can make that work, maybe after Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, we could go for a walk? Our folks still live two houses away from one another, so it’s not like we’ll be too far away from each other for the next few days. It’ll be just like old times.” You confirm, nodding your head reassuringly, trying not to seem too eager or excited at the prospect of seeing him every day for the next five days. 

“Sounds good,” Robert smiled warmly as he stood up from the booth, looking down at you with an excited happiness about him, “I’ll come knock on your door after dinner tomorrow then, we can go for a walk like we used to as kids, just enjoy being outside and all that.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” you laugh as you shake your head, standing from your seat. 

You smiled softly to yourself as you watched Robert head outside, walking down the street past the window of the coffee shop, his navy quarter zip sweater and dark wash denim jeans suiting him perfectly. You bit your lip to hold back a grin as he walked away. You had five days to work up the courage to tell him how you felt. Five short days. You weren’t sure how you were going to do it, but you were certain about one thing - Bob wasn’t leaving South Carolina without you this time.

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[sweet-evie]

Day in the Life of a Single Working Dad

A glimpse into the life of a single dad who's doing his best.

masterlist || pt 3

Content: Established Relationship, afab!oc, fem!oc, nameless!oc, she/her/hers pronouns for Satoru's S/O, singleparent!gojo, dad!gojo, Sentimental!Gojo, Mentions of Suguru and Satoru’s deceased lover, FushiGojo fam, Family, Fluff, Children…

A/N: Megumi is an angsty child… And Gojo’s antics don’t help. Also, I was 10 once and I had a potty mouth. Plus, I have loads of Gojo clan mentions sprinkled in this one, and they're connected to a post I made about my Gojo clan headcanons.

Never Grow Up Pt 2

November 2012

06:17 AM; Ota City, Tokyo

“Whatever happened to checking the calendar for appointment dates scheduled in advance?” Shoko snickered on the other side of the line. “And why are you rushing? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not going anywhere, but I am…” Satoru hissed, shooting a half-hearted glare at his phone propped up on a stand. Maybe answering Shoko’s FaceTime call was a bad idea.

“Why would you forget that Satsuki has her third vaccination scheduled today?”

“Trust me, you’d hate hearing the story.” He muttered through a mouthful of cereal.

“Sometimes I wonder what happened to the Gojo who would whine about his day not going okay. Where is he?”

“Buried under baby formula and diapers.” He grouched and shoveled the last of the sugary snacks into his mouth.

Catching movement at the corner of his eye, he turned to flash a bright smile and a wave at Tsumiki coming down the stairs dressed prim and proper in her school uniform.

“Come off it, Gojo, you have it easy. All you worry about is showing up on time to wherever you’re needed. And you never even do.”

“Okay, untrue.” Satoru knew Shoko was only joking. Did he have to mention the ad hoc lesson plans and the paperwork for the most recent missions he’d been sent on, plus the occasional parent-teacher meeting sprinkled in-between? “But I am self-aware enough to know that I have people helping me.”

“All that and you’re still a mess.” Megumi interjected, appearing behind Tsumiki with his school bag clutched between his hands. He barely evaded his sister’s elbow.

“Hey~” Satoru whined… Loudly. “I feed you!”

“The cook feeds me… He feeds you too.” Megumi shook his head, approaching the island counter to take the school lunches that had been prepped meticulously. He blurted out a quick ‘Hi’ to Shoko through the phone before busying himself with arranging his things. “Who packed this by the way? Kaihara comes in at lunch time today, doesn’t he?”

Sometimes Satoru marveled at how easily Megumi memorized everyone’s schedules in the house. Satoru knew who came in and out of the house too, of course, but he didn’t exactly bother remembering what time they were supposed to clock-in for their shifts. He was just used to seeing people outside of his family in the house, doing what they were hired to do.

“I would like to say that great teacher Gojo is good at packing lunches too, but I can’t take the credit. It was all ‘Miki.” Satoru grinned, reaching over to squeeze Tsumiki’s shoulder affectionately and pat the top of her head. 

“Don’t look too relieved now.” Shoko piped up.

Satoru had almost forgotten they were still on-call. “I’m not even going to bother asking what you mean by that because it’s nothing good. I’ll see you at the school, Shoko.”

“See you… Bring Satsuki’s important medical documents.”

“Gojo, if you’re really busy today, Megumi and I can always take the train.” Tsumiki offered, smiling at him sweetly as she finished zipping up her school bag.

“And be late to homeroom class? No way!” Satoru protested playfully, sticking out his tongue.

“Because you always show up on time, don’t you?” Megumi muttered sarcastically, only all too eager to push Satoru’s buttons this early in the day.

Grinning impishly, Satoru took threatening steps forward with his hands outstretched, ready to mess with the boy’s carefully styled hair. Megumi was about to swat his hand away — infinity be damned, when Ms. Yumiko — one of the hired nursemaids — wandered into the kitchen carrying a gurgling wriggly baby in her arms.

“Satsuki!” Tsumiki cheered, coming over to greet the happy girl.

“Full from breakfast and fresh from her bath.” Ms. Yumiko was grinning, bouncing her adorable charge in one arm as Tsumiki teased, tickled, and cooed at the baby. “Everything you’ve requested is on the table in the foyer, Sir.”

Satoru began ushering Megumi to move forward, snagging his blackout glasses left on the dining table as well. “Thanks, Yumiko. I know your shift’s barely begun, but you can clock-out early if you want. I’ve already told Kaoru and Shiori they can take the day off too, since Satsuki’s coming with me today. Isn’t that right, Princess?”

Satsuki turned her wandering attention from Tsumiki to her own father as Yumiko held her out to him, all the while babbling a continuous stream of, “Da-da” as she was transferred from one place of safety to the next.

Satoru knew she didn’t understand what that meant yet, but he’d take it. His baby was looking for him. “Right here, ‘Tsuki.”

Father and daughter giggled at each other as Satoru eagerly participated in baby talk, cooing and mouth popping at the little girl. She had on a cute blue dress dotted with white kittens, complete with matching shoes and headband. Satoru didn’t think he was being biased if he said Satsuki was the cutest baby in the world. It wasn’t an unfounded brag either… It was just facts.

His baby girl with snow white hair, the prettiest amber eyes, and the puffiest cheeks. Like a chipmunk…

She should be a Disney princess.

“Hey, Gojo!” Megumi grumbled, peeking around the hallway to scowl at him. “Satsuki will be late for her shots if you don’t hurry. Tsumiki’s already in the car.”

He didn’t mention that he and Tsumiki would be late for school too if Satoru kept dawdling.

Satoru gasped dramatically and grinned when it elicited another giggly reaction from the baby in his arms. “Oh right! We can’t be late, Princess. Shoko will kick my ass.”

“Language!” Megumi huffed from the foyer.

“She doesn’t even know what it means yet!” The man whined, launching into a tirade. “You cuss all the time, and yeah, I can hear you cussing through the walls. But do I call you out? No, I don’t, because it doesn’t matter!”

“Fuck off.”

Satoru cackled like a demon out of hell as Megumi’s footsteps faded away, followed by the door closing. The kid didn’t take shit and knew how to tell people off. He couldn’t wait to see how that would serve him in the years to come — especially as a sorcerer.

If Satoru bothered to look, he would have seen Yumiko standing politely to the side, shaking her head at the antics in this household. When she’d first taken on the job, she had been made to believe that this was a serious undertaking and she would have to maintain strict propriety and formality at all times — express reverence to the head of the Gojo clan and the wielder of the Six Eyes… Reality couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Stay safe, Master Gojo. Thank you.” She bowed as he passed by.

“Thank you, Yumiko. The house is yours!” Satoru waved as he made his way to the foyer and the genkan to get his shoes, phone in one hand as Satsuki busied herself chewing and drooling on the collar of her father’s leather jacket. “Clock out anytime and lock up. See ya!”

=OoOoO=

08:13 AM

Satoru pushed his glasses farther up his nose as he watched Megumi sullenly trail after Tsumiki as they passed the school gates. The kids would leave primary school behind very soon, moving on to Junior year. He should probably have Ijichi start looking into junior high schools they could transfer to. Two more years of that, and Tsumiki would continue to senior high school, while Megumi would relocate to Jujutsu Tech — on-track to becoming a full-time sorcerer.

Tilting the rearview mirror ever so slightly, Satoru grinned at Satsuki nestled snuggly into the comfiest car seat his money could buy. She was busy touching and nibbling her Yukimi Botamon plushie. That one would get its turn in the washing machine soon — about to join the other Digimon plushies victimized by her curious hands. He’d heard of parents who got upset with kids who tore up their toys, but it didn’t really matter to him. He would just buy her more.

“Should we stop by Starbucks, Princess? Auntie Shoko demands payment in coffee.”

Her reply came in wet babbles and a single squeal that Satoru took as a ‘yes.’ Putting the sedan in reverse, Satoru carefully backed away from the parking spot he’d stolen from an angry mom when he’d arrived ten minutes ago. Megumi and Tsumiki looked at him like he was crazy, but really, the angry lady didn’t have to get so defensive.

He glanced at Satsuki again as he left the school and drove to the closest Starbucks he could find. She was still babbling to herself. He was late for his own first year class at Jujutsu Tech, but it didn’t really matter. The kids could train with their upperclassmen just fine. Besides, he knew the moment he set foot on campus with Satsuki in tow, all sins would be forgiven in favor of entertaining the cutest, most precious baby alive.

Even Yaga couldn’t reprimand him for tardiness if he was toting Satsuki around.

Shoko accused him of using his daughter as an excuse and a shield to get out of trouble, and they were right. But who cared? Satsuki certainly didn’t. She just wanted to eat her baby food and play with her toys.

Besides, if all else failed, he could always hit the higher ups, who had the audacity to complain, with excuses along the lines of, ‘My kids are waiting for me at home.’

Being responsible for three growing children was a tall task, but in this at least, Satoru Gojo could admit he’d had it easy.

Well, easier than most.

Most people had budgeting to think about. They had to juggle work, child care, home maintenance, and healthcare. Most people were not privileged enough to be born into a family that provided their every need. Most people couldn’t move from one upscale residence to the next in just five days. Most people didn’t have a wealth of connections they could call or the money needed to take care of this and that to expedite processes as much as possible.

(What do you mean there were technical legalities to having a baby outside of marriage? Something about Supreme Court rule enacted last month? What do you mean there are lengthy legal procedures needed to legitimize the birth of his daughter just because he and his Love weren’t married yet when they had her? Apparently, the surname ‘Gojo’ didn’t have much weight if she wasn’t considered legitimate under the eyes of the government’s law.)

Satoru Gojo had the backing of an influential clan who had footholds in and out of jujutsu society. The majority of them cared too much for the family’s reputation as a whole and had resolved to help “cover” the “shame” Satoru’s “careless dalliances” brought them. It was a ridiculous mindset to have, really, but as powerful as Satoru was, he couldn’t change the way people thought.

It didn’t matter to him as long as he got what he wanted and Satsuki could grow up without worrying about legal bullshit around her birth.

Part of him wanted to whine about it to someone — about how much his life resembled a neverending whirlwind now, but Satoru was self-aware enough to know that he had been granted enough privilege and enough resources to make his life manageable. His younger self certainly wouldn’t have thought about it like this. If he had thought his life was busy before having Satsuki, he wished his old self could see it now.

=OoOoO=

10:02 AM; Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School

The drive up to Jujutsu High had been mostly uneventful. The only real hiccup had been when Satsuki started crying and he had to pull up at a gas station with a convenience store, so he could run inside and hopefully find something she needed that he didn’t have. But really, everything should be in the baby bag that Yumiko packed before they left home this morning.

Turned out, the baby needed a diaper change, and Satoru didn’t know what was worse: the fact that Satsuki had to be uncomfortable now of all times or the fact that diaper-changing stations were only in the women’s bathroom. It wasn’t a problem because he could warp in, do his business, and warp out, but it was still quite baffling.

Why did people in-charge of making restrooms and toilets neglect to put diaper-changing stations in the men’s room?

With Satsuki now strapped to Satoru’s chest, her baby bag slung over one shoulder, and Shoko’s unhealthy umpteenth dose of caffeine in hand, Satoru kept using Blue to move quickly up the stairs to Jujutsu High up until he reached Shoko’s clinic in the school.

Satsuki was giggling again, humming, and babbling ‘Da-da’ over and over as her tiny fists gripped the front of his dark gray shirt. Her little head moved this way and that, taking in colors and shapes that didn’t have a name in her growing brain. Satoru didn’t miss the way his baby kept staring up at him though, and who was he to refuse his daughter’s whims when she babbled like that? And if he had to blow his own saliva bubbles and pop them loudly so she would give him that cute gummy smile, no one had to know.

“Well, if it isn’t the deadbeat father.” 

Shoko joked when Satoru stepped through the door of her clinic at Jujutsu High. She was taking the unlit cigarette out of her mouth to drop it in her stash.

“Nice joke, Shoko. You should try something funnier next time.”

Shoko snorted and helped him unload. The baby bag was deposited on the couch, and the Starbucks coffee left on her desk — plain old cold brew for her and a cola frappuccino for Satoru. Holding out her hands, Satoru gladly passed his baby over to Shoko while he rid himself of the carrier.

“This is her last round of vaccines right?” He asked, fishing out the documents Shoko asked him to bring earlier this morning.

“Da-daaaa~ Da-da Da-da.”

“Yep.” Shoko nodded once and turned to the gurgling baby in her arms, voice turning soft. “Is ‘Da-da’ the only word you know? Say Shoko… ‘Sho-ko.’”

Satsuki giggled, popping drool bubbles in her mouth. “Da-da! Da-da Da-da.”

It devolved into incoherent babbling after that as Satsuki moved around in Shoko’s arms and stared at everything and anything. Satoru snickered and reached over to wipe off the drool from the corner of his daughter’s mouth.

“You’re so gross, ‘Tsuki. This after you made a mess on the way here too?”

“Huh, I wonder where she gets it from.”

“I’m offended.”

“You should be.”

Leaving a pouting Satoru, Shoko went to get everything she needed for the vaccinations. Satoru took Satsuki back and made her sit on one of the patient beds. Shoko took her time preparing everything, but it was hard to ignore the conversation happening behind her — a nonsensical conversation, but it was one nonetheless. It was a mix of baby talk and so. Much. Giggling.

People could say what they would about Satoru Gojo at this point, but anyone who worked closely with him couldn’t deny that he loved his daughter dearly — so enamored by her too.

With Satsuki sitting on a patient bed, propped up by her father, Shoko began administering the shots methodically, and Satsuki’s giggles turned into loud wailing and a lot of fussing.

Satoru cooed, wiping fat tears that rolled down his baby’s cheeks, and when they were done, he took her in his arms, tucked her head into the crook of his neck and calmed her down in the softest, most saccharine voice Shoko ever heard him use — a voice he used just for his baby girl. In some small way, it felt wrong to be there. It almost felt like intruding on a very private family matter.

“Sshh~ why’s my baby cryin’? Did it hurt, Princess? It’s just a tiny boo-boo, don’t worry about it.” 

He patted her back, left kisses on the top of her head, swaying side to side a little until the tears stopped and the aftereffects of the vaccine took hold.

“You don’t mind if I stay here a bit, do you?” Satoru gestured towards the sleeping baby in his arms. “She’ll wake up hungry and I have to feed her afterwards.”

Despite herself, Shoko had to laugh a little and nodded her consent. She sat next to him on the couch with a medical report in her hands. The clinic was silent — almost as if no one was there. Shoko intently read the document she’d been studying before he got here, while Satoru contented himself with scrolling through his phone while a baby slept on his shoulder. 

Time passed slowly in silence, and after a while Shoko spoke up quietly.

“When are you moving back to your apartment in Roppongi?”

“I’d like to do it before ‘Tsuki’s first birthday. Everything should be settled by then. Also, we haven’t exactly been weaning her from breast milk, but she doesn’t like it much anymore. Is that normal?”

“She’ll be 7 months old soon.” Shoko fiddled with the corner of a page. “It should be fine. Some babies feed on breast milk until they’re 2 years old, some are weaned early by their parents, and some don’t have a preference for it at all. Humans are strange like that.”

“Oh…”

“Sometimes it feels like only yesterday that you moved into that house in Ota.”

“I know, right?”

“Does your mother know that you’re planning to move back to your apartment?”

“I’ll tell her soon, after I’ve finished arrangements to move all of the kids’ stuff to my apartment and after an interior design crew finishes remodeling the space to fit children. Less trouble that way.”

Shoko chuckled quietly. “Look at you being a responsible adult. Never thought I’d see the day.”

Satoru wanted to say that it only took losing Suguru and the Love of his life to childbirth, but he held his tongue. It would be a stupid joke to make, and it wasn’t even that funny. If he had done things differently after that failure of a mission to bring Amanai to Tengen, maybe Suguru would still be here… If he had been a tad more responsible, maybe his girlfriend didn’t have to lose her life.

This was the reality he lived in now, and he’d promised himself he would do anything in his power to give Fushiguro’s kids the life they deserve and love his daughter enough so she would not miss out on the affection her late mother would have lavished on her.

So even if the situation was far too complicated, he’d waded through the knots, got his hands dirty, and did his best to sort things out.

After Satsuki’s birth, his mother had been adamant about him spending more time in the Gojos’ expansive ancestral home — the family’s estate, located further in the outskirts of Tokyo. There, he would have had access to a small army of hired nursemaids that could cater to Satsuki’s every need. The women in his family and his own mother had more knowledge about childrearing and experience than he ever could, but there was the fact that if he let it happen, they would isolate him from his own baby — pushing him towards his duties instead. 

That was not something he wanted, and the Love of his life would hate him if that ever happened. He made a promise to her.

Satoru would have preferred to raise Satsuki in his spacious 4-bedroom apartment in Roppongi from the start, but his mother did have a point. For the first few months of Satsuki’s life at least, his schedule required convenience. Roppongi was in the heart of the metropolis. His apartment was the perfect bachelor pad and entirely ill-fitted to house a newborn and all of her needs.

He settled in Ota City, which was somewhat closer to Jujutsu Tech and his family’s ancestral seat; moved into one of the residential properties registered under his name as clan head. It was a private two-storey home maintained by a live-in caretaker after the clan purchased it two years ago. 

The propositioned army of nursemaids were reduced to three, scheduled to come in shifts throughout the day so Satoru would have assistance 24/7. His mother hired a cook for him, someone in-charge of nutritional meal prep for Satoru and the children under his care. The housekeeper and the gardener the family had hired when the house was purchased would retain their duties, reporting to work twice a week to make sure the property stayed neat and tidy.

So while he was indeed busier than ever before, his life wasn’t as messy as it was expected to be had he been forced into a situation where he had to deal with all of this by himself.

“Megumi gives me enough shit about it.” He joked, shaking his head at the memory of Toji’s son.

“You think you can manage without the nursemaids and the cook after you go back?”

“I could keep them around if I wanted too, but nah. The apartment is serviced, and honestly, Tsumiki knows how to work a kitchen anyways. I’m her sous chef you know.” He declared proudly, flashing Shoko a grin that reminded her of a much younger, more-carefree, and more insufferable Satoru.

“I pity whoever’s on housekeeping duty when they have to clean your apartment.”

“So mean.”

=OoOoO=

04:55 PM; Ota City, Tokyo

The rest of Satoru’s day fell into a routine. After Satsuki got the last round of her vaccines, she had woken up hungry, fed from a bottle, and then she was strapped to her carrier, before Satoru went off to check on his first years. 

He had four of them this year. They were nothing to write anyone home about though. Two of them were more suitable for support — perhaps as assistants, and the other two were guaranteed sorcerers. They could get to Grade 1, if they pushed themselves hard enough — which looked like it wasn’t the case, because all four always did prefer theoretical lessons over practical applications.

And all four shared the same sentiment towards him bringing a baby to campus.

They adored Satsuki… Of course they did.

Satoru was predisposed to believe that anyone who didn’t, didn’t have a heart.

One of the girls, Eri, jumped up from her perch under a tree and rushed to Gojo first, squealing Satsuki’s name all the while. The other three followed and Satoru let them fawn over the baby girl while he delivered a verbal lesson on cursed energy control right there on the field. The students fiddled with her headband, cooed over how cute her little dress was, and watched her fondly as she played with the Digimon plushie that Satoru brought over. Yes, he derailed from the lesson from time to time to accommodate his baby whenever she squealed, “Da-da,” but for the most part, Satoru Gojo stuck with his version of a ‘routine.’

Finish a lesson at Jujutsu High, check the list of missions that were filtering down to the students, skip the paperwork (he’d make Ijichi do it, easy), receive mission briefs from Yaga, pick up Megumi and Tsumiki from school, and finally head home.

He wasn’t really one for routines. Living the same way every day was just boring. Whatever routine he’d managed to put together for the last couple of months had been ragtag… Impromptu. In a sense, it wasn’t really a routine, was it? More like a list of daily plans that got moved around the board by order of changing priority.

Megumi was quick to point out that it was a disgraceful mess if Gojo ever called it a ‘routine’.

Satoru had to give him credit though. He and Tsumiki were better at holding down the fort while he was running around taking mission calls from the higher ups, being a teacher, and being around Satsuki enough to witness her milestones.

Just like now…

Phone tucked between chin and shoulder, the furrow between Satoru’s brows did not disappear the longer he listened to an urgent mission brief on the other side of the line. 

Megumi had closed the front door behind him and was heading to the living room to do his homework. Tsumiki cast one last concerned look at Gojo before turning away to follow her brother.

A shrill squeal stopped her in her tracks and she spun around to see Satsuki staring straight at her, one arm outstretched and pointing in Tsumiki’s general direction. She was babbling and blowing bubbles again and when Tsumiki outstretched both hands towards her, Satsuki squealed and gurgled some more.

“One second.” The clipped and curt tone instantly shifted into a cheery voice as Tsumiki approached. “Mind taking her for me, ‘Miki?”

“Nope. Come here, Satsuki.” Tsumiki smiled, carefully taking Satoru’s baby girl into both of her arms. “Can you help me do homework?”

Shifting the wriggling baby into one arm, Tsumiki brought over her school bag, plopping it next to Megumi’s as she claimed a spot on the carpeted floor. The television was on a nature documentary channel, and it held Satsuki’s attention while the siblings started to take care of homework. Megumi sighed, looked up from his notes, and paused immediately after.

“Tsumiki, she’s eating her fingers again.”

The brunette stared down at the baby lying on her lap and clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Oh dear. Satsuki, no… Your hands are not that clean.”

Tsumiki tried to take Satsuki’s hand out of her own mouth, but the baby began to whine in protest. She wasn’t crying yet, but soon she would be. The moment her wail gradually increased in volume, it was over. Tsumiki hadn’t even realized Megumi had left his spot. He startled her a little bit when he tapped her shoulder and held out the jar full of multi-colored pacifiers that he’d taken from the dining room.

“Da-daaaa! Da-daaa! Da-da Da-da~” Came the long, drawn out wail that Megumi had been afraid of — all before Tsumiki had the chance to stick one of the suckers into her mouth.

“Well, you know who to call if you don’t get your way, huh?” Tsumiki tutted, gently pressing the pacifier nipple to Satsuki’s lips.

She latched on to it, and Tsumiki wiped down the baby’s hands with gentle antibacterial wet wipes that she’d fished out of her bag.

“How is she spoiled already? It’s only been six months.” Megumi huffed, plopping back down on the carpet.

Tsumiki giggled. “I don’t think she knows she’s spoiled, to be honest.”

“You said yourself, she knows to call for Gojo if she wants something.”

“That’s just what it sounds like. But really, does she even know what ‘Da-da’ means?” Tsumiki mused curiously. To Satsuki, ‘Da-da’ was just a word that brought Satoru to her. So what was the comprehension level of a six-month-old?

“I don’t know.” Megumi shrugged.

“She knows all of us and everyone coming and going in this house, and she’s attached to Go—”

“Heyyy~”

Tsumiki and Megumi turned to the direction of the owner of the voice. As expected…

“I heard a Princess crying. Is she okay?” Satoru sauntered over to them with that ever present grin. The glasses had been tucked away in favor of a black blindfold. It hung around his neck.

“Mhm… Just fussy.” Tsumiki piped up, stroking Satsuki’s hair while the brunette rocked back and forth slowly. “She wanted to eat her own hands, so Megumi had to get the pacifiers.”

Satoru snickered and eyed the jar of flavorless suckers that the kids had abandoned on the couch. Satsuki was happily sucking on a Leafmon pacifier.

“Tried one of those once. Sucks that they’re so bland.”

Megumi wondered if Satoru realized how crazy his statement was. Even Tsumiki was giving him side-eye. God forbid Satsuki inherited her father’s sweet tooth. It would not end well if the food supply around the house slowly shifted to just sweets. Thank the gods for Kaihara who always brought fresh produce and vegetables that Megumi could actually eat — except red bell peppers. Fuck those!

“Seriously? How old are you?”

Megumi should have known better the moment he saw a shit-eating grin spread across Satoru’s face. “Old enough to have a baby and raise them apparently?”

“Gross.”

“Hey~ What’s wrong about having kids?”

Megumi glowered at him — an expression too eerily similar to a man Satoru knew not too long ago. “Shut up. You’re gross.”

Satoru laughed obnoxiously. “I don’t know what you mean, Megumi.” 

The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes. They all knew Gojo knew… It was just one of those silent cues that said, ‘Drop the subject.’ Heaving a dramatic sigh, the man hopped over the back of the couch, landing smoothly next to Tsumiki. The brunette propped Satsuki up, so she was sitting on her knees, and Satoru’s expression brightened even more as he kissed his daughter’s forehead.

“Mind her bedtime, yeah?” He patted Tsumiki on the head and reached over to tousle Megumi’s hair — the latter felt unfortunate enough to receive it because he was not quick enough to evade him. “And you—” He zeroed in on the baby and tickled her tummy so she giggled, pacifier nearly falling out of her mouth “—be good to ‘Miki and ‘Gumi.”

“Hm?” 

“A mission?”

Tsumiki hummed just as Megumi asked.

“Yup. In Aoyama and Suginami. Depending on how this mission goes, I may or may not be around tomorrow morning. Yumiko’s coming in early though, and Kaihara prepped meals that can be reheated in the oven for breakfast if you want them. Otherwise, there’s cereal and cookies!”

“Be safe, Gojo.” Tsumiki smiled at him with so much sincerity, lifting Satsuki’s little fist to mimic a wave. The tiny girl stared up at her dad with big amber eyes, still intently sucking on her pacifier. “Don’t worry about us.”

“I’ll try not to be.” He grinned and rose to his feet. “Oh and about the ride to school tomorrow. If I’m not here by morning, Ijichi will be around to pick you both up. Yumiko and Kaoru will take care of Satsuki. I’ll be off! Good night, kiddos!”

=OoOoO=

Contrary to what he’d said, Satoru did make it back home before the children were due to wake up. A single glance at the property assured him that everything was untouched — no sign of attempted entry on both the physical premises and the layers of protection barriers over the home. The talismans infused with his cursed energy remained undisturbed — probably more than enough to ward off any threat that wanted to come close.

Unprovoked physical and supernatural attacks were rare for him (actually close to nonexistent because what curse or curse user would be stupid enough to launch an assault on Satoru Gojo?), but you could never be too sure.

Someone left the light at the foyer open — probably Tsumiki. She was mindful like that. The rest of the house was neat and quiet like always. Even before he’d had Satsuki, Megumi and Tsumiki were always responsible kids that picked up after themselves, and Satoru appreciated it. It wouldn’t have been a problem if they were messy because the apartment in Roppongi was clean-serviced routinely, but the Fushiguros’ tidiness and sense of responsibility that matched an adult’s was a sad reminder of how they were abandoned too early and were forced to grow up.

The watch on his phone displayed 4:47AM in white bold letters.

He took the stairs two at a time and made a beeline for the room beside his — Satsuki’s nursery. It was a usual sight: Satsuki in dream land, her night light was on, the winter-themed animal mobile hanging above her bassinet was turning slowly in circles too, and the room smelled of baby powder mixed with something distinctly floral. What was not usual were the kids sleeping comfortably on the large bean bags on the floor, sandwiched between the Divine Dogs. They were supposed to be in their own rooms across his own, but nope… Tsumiki was clutching a Digimon plushie — completely unaware of the presence of a canine conjured from her brother’s shadows, and Megumi had an open book on his face, the fingers of one hand buried in the Black Divine Dog’s fur.

What a sight to come home to…

He didn’t really say it, but he truly did appreciate the way Megumi and Tsumiki cared for his daughter like she was their own sibling. He had the Fushiguros as his wards first — looked after them together with the Love of his life, and when Satsuki was born, the situation could have turned sour quickly because of the swift change in living arrangements and the introduction of a baby that would take the majority of his attention. They could have been resentful… They could have been jealous… They could have thrown tantrums.

Instead, he had Tsumiki being her kind and sweet self as always, while Megumi was… Megumi. The kid was a grouch from the moment they met, but Satoru knew that he cared — in his own quiet ways. He and Megumi were similar like that, but Megumi was reserved and preferred to keep to himself where Satoru often forgot what personal space was.

Snapping a picture of the domestic scene that stirred something in his chest, Satoru turned and left the children in their peaceful slumbers, making his way to his own bedroom to catch a nap.

If he could come home every day to a sight like that… he’d never complain about a single thing in his life ever again.

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[yuurei20]

Good day Yuurei-San!

I wanted to ask why there is Christmas in TWST if Twisted Jesus is not a thing? Probably.

Is it because of how Christmas is in Japan or is there a in lore reason?

Hello hello!! Thank you so much for this question!

I was not able to find a lore-related reason for the Christmas-style furniture and maps that have turned up in the game!

A cursory search mostly results in people wondering why there isn't a Christmas-themed event in Twst like there is for Halloween, and there was this response on Yahoo! Answers of, "Santa only brings presents to good children so they don't have Christmas in Twst" ww.

The closest the game seems to come to acknowledging Christmas might be Book 4:

The ghosts mention celebrating the new year with family, which is very Japan, but they also mention cake and gingerbread houses.

This might have been a little too on-the-nose for EN, where those foods were rewritten as pie and ham:

But Trey referencing cake has been kept, and Christmas Cake is a big part of Japan Christmas:

Theme cakes are not unusual, and there was a Twst Christmas cake offered back in 2021.

There are a couple places in the game where EN added "holidays" to character dialogue, like Crewel:

All he said was "when you go home," and going home is what New Year's is all about in Japan.

But it's not just any home! New Years is when you go to stay at your 実家, where your parents (or their parents, or their parents' parents, etc., depending on how old you are) live.

This comes up in Grim's line where he explains to Jamil that he and the prefect don't have a 実家 to return to.

But the characters do reference unspecified "holidays" directly, even on JP!

So what is being celebrated is possibly an unspecified combination of Christmas and New Years, together!

Christmas celebrations seem to vary by country and they may be particularly different in Japan, when viewed from the perspective of the EN server's target audience.

There are many English-language articles out there about how Christmas is celebrated in Japan, and this one might be my favorite:

"In Japan, Christmas in known as more of a time to spread happiness rather than a religious celebration...Another popular activity at Christmas in Japan, especially in Tokyo, is visiting Tokyo Disneyland (which opened in 1983) and seeing all the decorations and the parades. The Christmas 'season' at Tokyo Disneyland is from the 2nd week in November until Christmas Day. On December 26th, all the Christmas decorations are gone, ready for the New Year celebrations to start! New Year is a very big celebration in Japan. A 'Disney' style Christmas might have also influenced how Japanese culture celebrates Christmas as a fun and romantic time, rather than a religious one."

Much like Disney's influence on Japan's Halloween they have also had an influence on Japan's Christmas, which might be one of the reasons why certain elements are turning up in Twst!

#twstask #twstchristmas

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | November 6th-12th 2023

Still struggling with putting these out on Mondays! (Also, I don't know if you've realized this by now, but when I discover an author, I sometimes go wild on their ao3 page so.... yep that's a thing that happened 😆 )

Complete

Got Weird by Daisies_and_Briars (Getting Together, Post-S6 | 10K | Explicit): Shortly after Buck and Natalia break up, Eddie gets tipsy and makes a rather forward move. Then immediately panics (not that Eddie panics, of course) and backpedals. Eddie spirals, Buck is confused. Lots of spontaneous kissing ensues.

next to your heartbeat (where i should be) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): “You always look at Buck like that.” Eddie swallows. “Like what?” “The same way you look at me,” Christopher says and flips to the next photo like it’s nothing. 

you showed up just in time by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Post S5E6: Brawl In Cell Block 9-1-1 | 1,4K | General): can i come over, typed out quickly and sent before he has time to overthink it. Eddie texts back almost immediately. No. A key turns in his door and Eddie walks in, Christopher in tow.

calling out for somebody to hold tonight by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Eddie Coming Out | 3K | Teen): “Everything okay?” the bartender asks.  “I’m in love with my best friend,” Eddie admits, just for the novelty of saying it out loud. The bartender winces in sympathy. “And you don’t think—” “Oh, never,” Eddie says, with a laugh that sounds hollow even to his own ears. “Can I get another tequila?”

never know what you might find (when dreams come true) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 5K | Explicit): “Fuck, it’s so stupid,” Eddie says. “It’s embarrassing. I mean, I had one dream about the guy—okay, two dreams, whatever—and now I’m, fucking, tripping over my own feet and knocking things over, and like, my pulse is racing and my mouth goes all dry and—” “And you’re sure you’re not attracted to him?” Frank asks. 

(yesterday my life was duller) now everything is technicolour by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Established Buddie | 1,4K | General): "Eddie," he says. "I love you, but did you really have to make your move five minutes before we started a twenty-four-hour shift?" "Sorry," Eddie says. "Next time, I'll make sure to plan my spontaneous, blurted-out love confession a little better."

cuffing season by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 6K | Explicit): “Hen and Chimney think we won’t be able to make it twenty-four hours handcuffed together,” Eddie says. “Oh, we so could,” Buck says.

all for one and one for always by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1,8K | General): "Why am I here, anyway?" Buck asks, looking around at all of the parents and teachers milling around the foyer of Christoper's school. "I mean, you know I don't mind, but you made it sound really—" He's interrupted by the sound of a woman's voice, somewhere on Eddie's other side. "Mr Diaz, there you are! And this must be the husband." Buck whirls to look at Eddie, because—if Eddie has a husband, this is the first he's hearing of it. 

maybe even true by withoutthetiger/ @rewritetheending (Getting Together, Season 4 | 2K | Explicit): An argument between Buck and Eddie turns into something more. 

I Could Never Forget You, Not Really by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Amnesia | 3K | General): An accident at work leaves Buck injured, and when he comes to, he doesn't remember anyone, at least, not until his best friend walks in.

the one where they met because of chris by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Different First Meeting AU | 10K | General): the one where Chris meets Buck first, inevitably bringing his two dads together.

You Could Be The One I Keep by browney3dgirl6 / @hoodie-buck (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 6K | Teen): The one where Eddie thinks they're in a relationship, Buck oblivious to the entire thing.

if I asked you to stay, would you? by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Different First Meeting, Tsunami | 6K | Teen): “Sir, are you ok? Can you tell me your name?” What was with the formalities? “Buck. Evan Buckley of the 118. And uh, I’m fine.” Buck gestured to the air around him, sighing aloud, as he gave the guy a smug wink. “Just a little wet is all.”

I want to love you (but I don't know how) by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Post S5E10: Wrapped In Red | 11K | Explicit): Buck buys him and Eddie touch bracelets, not wanting either of them to feel disconnected after Eddie leaves. They help, but the real thing is still better.

Out Of Order, Still In Line by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (S6E07: Cursed, PWP | 6K | Explicit): When Buck finally gets to the Clinic, the long awaited release doesn’t seem to come; cue Eddie to the rescue.

baby, how'd we end up here? by withmeornotatall (Safe Haven Baby | 15K | Teen): the safe haven baby fic where buck falls in love and eddie asks him out on a date - not necessarily in that order

the fool and the lover by withmeornotatall (S6, Getting Together | 5K | Teen):  buck breaks down, eddie is there, and psychics are real actually

You're making my head hurt. by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Getting Together | 1K | Not Rated): Eddie's really tired and accidentally confesses his love for Buck.

You love this, don't you? by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Getting Together | 3K | Mature): Clipboard Buck makes a reappearance, and Eddie's forced to confront his feelings.

All I need is to call you home by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Post S5E6: Brawl In Cell Block 9-1-1 | 2K | General): After being held hostage and threatened, Buck can't stop worrying about Eddie and Chris. And so he finds himself in front of Eddie's house at three in the morning.

I could get lost in the feelings (just say that you belong to me) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (PWP, Getting Together | 15K | Explicit): Or, Buck's going on a date, Eddie's so jealous he finally snaps and reveals his feelings, which leads to a passionate evening in Buck's kitchen.

me and you only equals love by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Post-Poker Date | 6K | Explicit): Eddie is horny and in love, and after the poker date, he finally kisses Buck - and things unfold from there.

I'd marry you with paper rings by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Marriage Proposal | 3K | General): “If we’re not married by the time we’re, like, forty, we should just marry each other.” he chuckles, and downs the rest of his beer. And Eddie… Eddie knows it’s a joke. Obviously. It can’t be anything but. But still, it does something to him. “Why wait? Let’s just do it now and get it over with.”

There’s no way that it’s not going there (with the way that we’re looking at each other) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Getting Together | 6K | Not Rated): 5 times people wrongly assume Buck and Eddie are together + 1 time it's actually true.

I can't love you any more (than I do now) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating and kind of living together. Neither acknowledges it, until Eddie finally does.

i'd swim to your call on my phone by heartbeatdiaz / @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Dad Buck, Dispatcher Eddie | 8K | Teen): Buck's daughter keeps calling 9-1-1 for help with her homework, Eddie is smitten and apparently 9-1-1 works better than Tinder.

i have dreams where i kiss you and it’s pink by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Getting Together | 6K | Teen): or, jee-yun buckley-han's third birthday party is in dire need of some fairy tale magic and buck's attempt to save the day might just be the thing that finally kills eddie

his hand in the dark by hattalove/ @hattalove (Getting Together | 5K | Teen): in which eddie has a beer, dances with a stranger, and does some borderline indecent things in the street with the love of his life.

WIP

in my head by yourcatfishfriend/ @your-catfish-friend (Friends With Benefits | 5/8 | 17K | Explicit): Buck is confidently bisexual. Eddie isn't sure. Buck helps him figure it out.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 98/? | 257K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Re-Read

please? (can't say no) by withmeornotatall (S5, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): chris eavesdrops and misunderstands, buck mediates and overthinks, eddie tries desperately to communicate even as he's foiled at every turn

not all of us are heroes (not all of us are brave) by withmeornotatall (Post-S6 | 6K | General): buck and natalia break up, eddie decides to introduce his girlfriend to his son, christopher knows way too much, and the 118's wine night has never been quite so eventful

I Haven't Found A Better Title For This Than "Read This In The Six Months Before I Made This Blog And It Somehow Made Its Way To My History Now So I'm Reccing It Post-Facto"

🔥 the light's been out though, baby by hattalove/ @hattalove (Post S5E6: Brawl In Cell Block 9-1-1 | 15K | Mature): or, six months after the near-fatal shooting of a member of the LAFD, footage of the incident surfaces on social media.

everything's coming up milhouse by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (Post-S5E10: Wrapped In Red, LAFD Liaison Eddie | 4K | Teen): or, Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive. (Part 1 of Mr LAFD Updates Man)

in you, darling, i trust by hammersmiths (LAFD Liaison Eddie 10K | Teen): or, five times someone recognises Eddie as the LAFD Updates man. (Part 2 of Mr LAFD Updates Man)

#buddie #buddie fic #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #911 fic #buddie fanfic #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfiction #epic buddie fic rec

[moa-broke-me]

I was tired.

I gripped my arms tighter around myself, shivering against the freezing pelts of rain, protected only by my baggy shirt. As I passed a store window, I caught a reflection of myself. My lips were blue.

I ducked into the 24 hour drugstore and gas station next to me, and tried to warm myself up a little by the coffee machine. The smell made me nauseated with hunger, so once i wasn't freezing to death, I left to grab the cough syrup off of the shelf, and a cup of instant ramen. Closest thing I could find to chicken noodle soup, and all it needed was a little hot water. We had that at the house, at least. I knew I'd get hungry again feeding her, so I snatched some cigarettes too, just to dull down the urgent pangs that had been growing in my stomach the last two weeks.

I tucked both of the items tight against my arms, and was about to leave, when the automatic doors opened.

Oh no. Was that... Batman?

I fell onto the floor and curled into a ball, begging him not to beat me up. But I knew it was no use; he hated criminals, and I was a criminal.

-

When I forced one of my eyes open, he was kneeling beside me, with the cough syrup and he noodle cup tucked into his arms. "How old are you?" He demanded gruffly.

I tried desperately not to cry, not to appear any weaker and more vulnerable than I already did. "Um..." I couldn't think of a lie, so I figured I should answer honestly. "... E-eight. I'll be nine in January."

"Yeah, I'm not beating up an eight year old. Not even if they kill someone."

I curled into myself. "A-aren't you mad at me? For... T-trying to steal?"

"I'm mad that you feel the need to." He answered. "The fact that you're out here at all, when it's this late. The fact that it's November and you don't even have a jacket on." He unsnapped his cape with one hand and draped it over me.

I hesitantly snapped it over me. It felt like that waterproof fabric umbrellas were made of, at least on the outside. The inside was fluffy and fleece-lined. "Th-thank you." I forced myself to stand up, legs shaking underneath me. "So, if you weren't looking for criminals to beat up, why were you here?"

"I was just getting some snacks for my driver and I. Running low on gas." Despite his intimidating cowel, I felt I had no choice but to believe him. "What were you doing here?"

I sighed shakily. "M-my little sister has a cold, a really bad one. I just need that medicine and soup for her, and then I'll be home again."

"I see... And why were you the one to go on this fetch quest? Where are your parents, or whoever's responsible for you?"

"My d-daddy's at home, but he... He doesn't do that kind of thing."

The man sighed. "I see. What does he do, then?"

"Um... Works, sometimes. Sleeps on the couch. Punishes us when we're bad."

His expression was hard to read with the mask on. "... What counts as 'bad'?"

I shrugged, holding myself. "I-I'm not sure. Being too loud, too quiet. Crying. Eating too much, not eating what he tells us to. Or..." I felt a chill run down my spine. "O-or telling anybody." I would be in a world of trouble when I got home.

His posture was stiff as he reached out to me. I didn't want to flinch when his hand reached my back, but I did. I didn't want to cry, but I was crying anyway.

He gently prodded me closer, and I stepped until my cheek was laying on his waist.

Eventually, he spoke again. "Would you like to come live with me?" He asked.

I did. No matter how scary he was, I'd take him over my dad any day. He seemed like he cared about me.

But...

"... I don't wanna leave her behind." I sniffled.

"You can bring her too. We'll stop at your address and let you get her, and anything else you'd like to take."

I nodded.

"There. Now, is there anything else you need from here? And please don't say cigarettes, I'm not buying an eight year old cigarettes."

I thought for a moment, before nodding. "Um, can I get a cup of hot chocolate?"

He nodded and went over to the coffee stand, which had a station for hot chocolate. I went out and picked up a lemon poppyseed muffin. It was bigger than my fist, and I silently went up to the hero I'd just met, and slipped it in with everything else.

He paid with cash, I guess to keep his secret identity a... Well... Secret, and as soon as everything was paid for, I started eating my muffin, only pausing to lift the cape over my head as we went to the parking lot. I slid into the backseat of the batmobile, my hot chocolate already in the drink holder.

"Alfred, I went ahead and got you werther's again." He held out a bag of caramel candy. "I know you like those."

"Thank you, Master Wayne." He replied. "Who's that in the backseat? Did you find yet another troubled little boy to call your own?"

"Guilty. What's your name, by the way? I never caught it."

"N-Nico." I answered. "Nico diAngelo."

"Right. Where's your old address, Nico? You said you had a sister to pick up."

I told him before shoving the last of the muffin in my mouth and sipping on the hot chocolate. "Do you have a baby seat?" I asked. "Sh-she's only two."

I watched Alfred's face scrunch in thought for a moment in the rear view mirror. "I believe so. Hold on."

He pressed a button, and suddenly, the center seat flipped out into a baby seat, built into the car. "Wow... I knew you had gadgets, but... Wow."

"Alfred?" He asked. "When did we get that installed?"

"I figured it was only a matter of time before you'd need it."

-

It wasn't long before we were at my dad's house. I quickly ducked out and snuck inside, making sure to avoid any of the floorboards that creak. Soon, I was back at my bed, where Hazel was sleeping, wrapped in my jacket. It was the closest thing she had to a baby blanket.

"baba?" She asked weakly, coughing.

I smiled. "I'm here, Hazel." I picked her up, still bundled in the jacket, and tried not to trip over the cape as I went back out again, covering both of us with Batman's waterproof cape.

I slipped in and sat her in the baby seat, pouring the little cup full of cough syrup and holding it to her mouth, but she wasn't having any of it. She fussed and cried and shook her head, but I pleaded with her anyway. "Hazy, please. It'll make you feel better."

She smacked the little cup out of my hand, crying her little lungs out.

And cough syrup splattered everywhere.

I froze. I didn't know what to say, I was horrified.

I began to hyperventilate. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry, I ruined everything! The floor and the seats and... And your cape! Oh, I messed up your cape, it must've been so expensive, everything must've been so expensive and I got cough syrup all over it- I'm so sorry, please don't take us back to dad, please don't leave us in the woods, I'm sorry, I'll make up for it I promise! I-I..." I stopped talking when I heard the words 'pull over, and just curled up into myself, shaking and crying. It was no use, this was it, I've crossed the line-

"Breathe, Nico." His mask was off now, and I thought I recognized him from a magazine somewhere. "Breathe in for four seconds, alright?"

I tried to follow along, but it was hard working around the tightness in my chest.

"Alright, you're doing good. Hold it for seven seconds, can you do that?"

That was easier. I held my breath and counted to seven, looking to him for the next step.

"Now, out for eight seconds, ok kid?"

I nodded, and slowly let my breath out.

"There we go, just keep doing that until you feel better."

I looked up at him. "... How did you...?"

"Picked it up from Dr. Quinzell before she went with the circus. She was my grief counsellor way back when. I don't have panic attacks like that nearly as often anymore, but it still helps."

"Panic attack?"

"Yeah. Y'know, when you're so scared you can't breathe, or talk, or move? It feels like you're just... Frozen."

I considered his words for a moment. "... I thought that's just what being scared felt like." He looked incredibly sad just then, and I didn't understand why, but I felt like I'd done something wrong. "I'm sorry-"

"You don't have anything to apologize for. And I mean anything."

"N... N-not even spilling all the cough syrup?" I asked.

"Hey, accidents happen. That's why I have Alfred."

"And that's why I deserve a raise." He added.

"Yeah, you're getting one. Just like you got one with Grayson, and Cassie, and all the others."

He closed the door again, and went back to his seat. I began tending to Hazel, who was crying a little. I held her hand. "There we go, Hazy." I kissed her cheek. "My little hazelnut."

She cooed a little.

I kissed her chubby little baby hand, before turning back to the man who rescued me. "Who are they?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh, Cassie and Grayson? Just two of the kids I took in. My name's Bruce, by the way."

I hummed. "... How many have you taken in?" I asked.

Bruce shrugged. "Total of... Six. Or, I suppose eight now, counting you two. I'm sure you and them'll get along just fine, but we can hold off the meet and greet until you're ready. It's been a long night for you, hasn't it?"

I sighed. "Kinda, yeah."

We started moving again. I picked up my cup of hot chocolate, which was more like warm chocolate by now, and drank the last swig or so. I was lucky the syrup didn't end up inside.

-

When we reached the manor, Alfred picked Hazel up from her baby seat, and I felt my anxiety spike.

He must've noticed. "I'll make sure Madam Hazel is well taken care of." He assured me. "Trust me, I'm a professional."

I smiled a little bit. "Thank you, sir."

I got out and let him lead me to the front. He walked me down the hall, and showed me to my new room.

I laid down and sunk into the plush pillows and comforter, and I was out like a light.

-

@via-rant I've started this thing for real! You can add onto it if you want <3 We could even move it to AO3, I'll put you down as a co-creator

#pjo x dc x marvel #dc x marvel #pjo x marvel #pjo x dc #closest I'll ever come to the comic book fandom #pjo #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #batman #alfred pennyworth

[queeniecook]

November 2 to 8 - Part 1

We landed in Sulani early in the morning on November 2nd. Having the Vatore private plane has really come in handy.

I put Este down on the sand after we arrived to give her a taste of the island. She didn't seem to know what to make of the new feeling under and in between her little toes and fingers. Touching sand is way different than carpet, hardwood or even dirt. Caleb took her inside for a nap and to unpack our things in my old room. I went for a swim in the ocean for the first time in months. My body felt complete again, I love our home but being a mermaid makes me long for the ocean when I'm away from it.

Our first night in Sulani, I talked Naya and Apollo into having a Kava party with me. Caleb opted out, instead keeping an eye on the kids. I haven't had Kava in years. Sadly it couldn't be spiked since I'm nursing Este. Naya went to bed early but Apollo and I stayed up late, watching horror movies together.

Este spent the next morning getting to know Mew Mew and hanging out with the pets. Watching Lucky play with Mew Mew confirmed for me that we need to find her a buddy for companionship.

Caleb gave Este a bath, while myself and Lucky watched. It was a family affair.

Apollo and I fit in time to relax together - it's a family tradition.  I've been working on getting some of the weight I put on during pregnancy off.

Este is getting to bond with her Uncle Apollo. I want her to know her family. Apollo and I thankfully had two loving parents growing up but we didn't have any cousins or uncle or aunts. I don't want her to miss out on that.

Which brings me to AJ, I tried my best to spend time with him during our vacation. I even got to help him with homework a few times, though Apollo is better at it. AJ is growing like a weed. We made plans for him to visit us in Hendford-on-Bagley for his Spring break. It will give AJ sometime with Caleb and I, along with Este and hopefully gives his parents some alone time together.

Caleb was meant to be a Dad. Vampire or not, it's just something he's meant to be. He's a natural at it.

"I love you." I said, pulling him close after he put Este down for a nap. I was thinking of when he proposed to me on the island. 

Caleb smiled at me and began swaying us like we were dancing. No music was playing but we didn't need it. We had our first dance in this house - at Apollo and Naya's wedding. That was the night Caleb caught me off guard and the idea of us began to grow in my heart. It was then that it hit me that I needed to try to help my brother keep the love he has.

The next night as we were watching the pit outside cook our dinner, I asked my brother how things are going.

"Things are civil. I know she isn't focusing on her career to be distant on purpose. She loves AJ and I know she loves me...it's just hard to remember that sometimes when we barely see her." Apollo confided in me. 

I had noticed that even during our stay at the house, she had been putting in overtime. The night we all drank Kava was the one exception.

"She says I don't understand but she won't let me try to understand. It's really frustrating."

I gave my baby brother a small smile, trying to be encouraging. "I think you two need to finally sit down and really talk about this. Not talking about it isn't going to make things better, for either of you or AJ. Caleb and I will take him and Este to go do something so you two can have the house to yourselves tomorrow."

I just hope I gave Apollo the right advice.

next ->

#the grant legacy #ts4 legacy #generation 2 #generation 3 #vera grant-vatore #vera grant #apollo grant #este vatore #caleb vatore #naya grant #lucky vatore #mew mew grant #valeb #vera and apollo #este and apollo #vera and aj #ts4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling #simsstories #ts4 #thesims4 #sims 4 #sims4 #Valeb really do have a lot of defining moments in Sulani #sulani #sims legacy

[lantur]

end of year wrap up,

This time last year I felt so much dread. 2022 almost broke me. It challenged me in ways I didn't think were possible and pushed me to and past my emotional limits. This time last year, I felt debilitating anxiety, because I knew what 2023 had in store for me. My father was terminally ill and I knew he would die this year.

Everything I feared came to pass. My dad began hospice at the end of April and he died in early May. It was even worse pain than I thought and feared it would be. Looking back at it now, the grief was like an out of body experience. It changed me as a person and I will never be the same as I was. I lost whatever bit of "innocence" I had seeing what my dad went through at the end of life.

The first half of this year was awful. And yet so much of my year was suffused with love, surrounded by love, that protected me when I needed it the most and lifted me out of the darkest time. My friends coming over to my house and me going to theirs. Voice chats and video chats and texts with my long distance friends. Traveling with friends, being reminded that there was beauty and joy in the world, and the ability to let go of the daily pains and sorrows and fears and anxieties.

Every day, my husband and my cat made home a sanctuary, caring for me and comforting me.

This year, I effectively lost both of my parents, but I don't feel alone. I feel loved and supported by the family I chose.

I'm one year into a challenging new job that has tested me emotionally and mentally, and pushed me to grow professionally. I started and finished a novel. I turned 31.

In August, I got back into weightlifting. In November, I started learning Spanish. I'm excited to carry these goals into 2024 and see where they take me. My check-in point for measuring progress is going to be the end of Q1.

I'm entering 2024 without the terrible fear that I had last year. I know that the coming year will have some major personal and professional changes and challenges for me. These are changes that I choose, that I feel ready for - not things that are forced on me, that I have to deal with. That makes a difference.

I'm grateful that amidst all the challenges - and there have been many - I've had this safe space to share my struggles and my triumphs. I hope that 2024 brings all of you good things.

#lanturing

[liyawritesss]

ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Pairing: MCU!Riri Williams x Black!Masc!Reader

Genre: Fic

Synopsis: Riri brings you home to meet her mom for Thanksgiving, and you have a heart-to-heart about your intentions with her daughter.

Warnings: BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILER READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!, homophobia if you squint, the 'relationships' talk is briefly mentioned in regards to Riri

A/N: I have so many feelings for Riri. Comic book and MCU versions. This fic has a mix of both, I tried my best to mesh them both together smoothly. Riri is a character I already feel is gonna be close to home for me, and I can't wait to see more of Dominique Thorne's portrayal of her.

Tags: @verachii @inmyheadimobsessed @badass-dora-milaje @babyboiboyega

There’s no reason why Riri should be the one nervous, you think, as you pull up into the driveway of her home. If anything, you should be the one sweating bullets in the passenger seat. And yet, the irony in such a situation is almost uncanny.

The two of you pull up to three-bedroom bungalow, common in the South Shore neighborhood of Chicago, decorated festively for the holidays. Riri caught you off guard when she asked if you wanted to spend the holidays with her mom and her. Mainly because, well, you had never met her mom before. Normally you’d meet the parents before such a milestone, but Riri had been putting it off due to her own anxiety. Having been together since January, though, she came to the conclusion that it’s finally time to come clean about this part of her life.

“Baby,” you call out to her, providing a comforting hand on her knee clothed with her favorite pair of blue jeans, “it’s gonna be okay. Shit, you’re more nervous than I am.”

“I’m sorry-” she begins, leaning back into the tan-colored leather fabric of the car seat. “It’s just- this is my moms, and I haven’t brung anyone around since Nat, and-”

Natalie, the one friend Riri did have in her youth, who met an untimely death from a drive by shooting. You’ve heard this testimony a few times - Riri doesn’t like to talk about it much, but when she does, it’s always in a very serious moment.

“Riri, I get it. It’s okay,” you respond softly, giving her knee a squeeze. She looks at you with her bright, lively eyes. The same eyes that caught your attention back at that New Years Eve party where you first met. Riri had always been an introvert, but if it was something she couldn’t verbalize, her eyes could tell it all. And right now, they’re pleading for this evening to go well.

“You know you still have time to chicken out-”

“Don’t even try it, Ri,”

This exchange brings a short laugh from the young and gifted engineer, as she watches you gather your phone and keys and exit the car. In a short moment, you’re at her side, opening the car door for Riri to step out. Her pink cashmere sweater does little to nothing to protect her from the November chill that has set itself into the air. Once the car is locked up, Riri’s feet, the only thing kept warm on her body thanks to the black ankle cut Ugg boots she had on, makes a beeline for the side door that leads into the humble abode. You follow shortly after, the wind starting to break through your clothes as well.

“Ma, I’m home!” Riri calls out from the doorway, and immediately the smell of soul food consumes both of you. The smells are distinctive - freshly baked mac-n-cheese that just got pulled from the oven, the greens simmering on low heat on the stove ready for plating, amongst other staple foods of a black household. The lighting is warm and inviting, and there’s some old school blues being played on a speaker coming from the kitchen. If this isn’t what home feels like, you don’t know what does.

Riri gestures to you to follow her as her mother responds from the kitchen. Riri’s mother turns from the stove to embrace her daughter, and is slightly caught off guard by the other presence in the home.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing someone else over, baby,” the older woman says as she releases Riri from a signature mama-bear hug. She smiles warmly at you, to which you shoot one back. There’s an uneasy pit in your stomach caused by the anxiety of such a moment, but in an effort to make a good first impression, you ignore it and make the first move.

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” You begin, extending your hand out to greet the older woman. She takes your hand into her own, and the softness of her skin spreads a calming warmth throughout your arm. "Oh, hun, I ain't no ma'am yet. Call me Ronnie."

“Momma, this is (Y/N),” Riri chimes in, swallowing the lump that’s formed in her throat from the interaction thus far, “my girlfriend.”

What you expect is for the world to freeze, for Riri’s mom to go stiff and ridged with discomfort. You expect her warm demeanor to change in an instant, for her to retract her hand, to give you a curt greeting and not another word. It’s the only experience you’ve ever had when it came to moments like this with previous partners.

And yet, they never come. Instead, Riri’s mother pulls you into a mama-bear hug, officially welcoming you into her home.

“‘Bout time she brought you home, had me wondering if y’all were hitting a bumpy patch,” says the older woman, which has your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Riri said she hadn’t mentioned she was dating anyone, let alone a girl, to her mother, so why did it sound like she knew all along?

“Oh, don’t look like that, baby,” says Riri’s mother as she lets you go, catching the look on your face, and the nervous one that Riri sports as she stands off to the side, chewing on her thumb nail like it’s one of the chicken drumsticks that sit pretty in a serving basket on the kitchen island.

“Forgive me,” you begin, sheepishly fumbling with your hands, “I just thought- Riri never said-”

“C’mon now,” the older woman interrupts, “a mother always knows.” And that’s enough for you to drop the subject, but Riri, on the other hand, is staring wide eyed at her mother in disbelief. “Momma?!”

“Oh hush, child,” the older woman replies, “you come back from MIT and suddenly you outside every other weekend. Of course you got yourself a lil’ boo, otherwise you’d be in here every Saturday morning hogging my damn TV!”

“Momma-!”

“Ion wanna hear it,” says Riri’s mother, raising her hand in the air signaling the halt of the conversation, “now take (Y/N) and get the good dishes from the glass case and set the table. Food is just about ready.”

Frankly, you were glad Riri’s mom dismissed you two to table setting duty - you weren’t sure how long you could keep a straight face in front of her. The exchange between the three of you was something you never saw coming, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t fun, in an odd secondary coming out kind of way.

“I thought you said you never told your mom?” You mumbled to Riri as she’s setting down the china on the placemats you were putting down.

“I didn’t,” she replied, “but that mothers intuition is a bitch.”

You laugh as she continues to mumble on about how she ‘don’t go outside every other weekend’, which both of you know is a lie. The one time Riri did go to a party, it was the New Years Eve party you two met at. You weren’t a student at MIT, but a friend of one, and you were also a Chicago born, and so the two of you just clicked. If it weren’t for your adventurous nature and classic dating etiquette, the young engineer would definitely - like her mother said - be in the house during the weekend hogging the TV. She was an introvert like that, was never one to initiate a conversation nor spark a friendship. Though it never bothered you as much, and you understood how Riri came to be the person she is, and that her standoffish nature came with the territory. Riri said it herself, you were the first person she opened up to fully since the death of her step-father and best friend. You promised yourself that you would do everything in your power to not jeopardize her healing journey, and if clinging to you would aid in Riri going back to her old, energetic self, then you’d gladly do all the reassuring, pay for all your little midnight rendezvous, and everything in between.

You loved Riri, from the girl you caught sight of that fateful night, to the headstrong, confident woman she was becoming.

The dinner portion went swimmingly. Many stories were shared, including Riri coming clean about what happened in Wakanda and why she was gone for so long (there felt like a piece missing, as you could she was visibly struggling when explaining a few parts, but as this was a story previously mentioned to you and that prior she stated that a part of said story she was not able to disclose to anyone, you wouldn’t push further). Her mother was slightly rattled at the story, it being her first time hearing about her daughter getting ‘recruited’ by a foreign nation thanks to her outstanding engineering intelligence, but nonetheless, supportive. It wasn’t every day your daughter gets to be in close proximity of African royalty, after all.

Then came the story of how you two met, which was a simple as the beginning of any regular college romance - the two of you spotted each other across the room at a party, you gathered the courage (with a little help from your homegirls) to approach Riri, and you two clicked from there. You did the pleasure of excluding the bit about a drunken kiss shared under a mistletoe while dancing to the party music, unsure of how Riri’s mother would react to that part. Riri seemed thankful for the exclusion of this fact as well.

With dinner done, you offered to help with the cleanup, and with three bodies moving in synchronicity, what would have taken at least an hour minimum for cleanup was done in twenty minutes. Now, the three of you sit on the couch with the television on some random network with a random show playing. Riri’s mom sports a wine glass with her choice of champagne, while the two of you sported canned sodas. From the way the evening had went, you were all but expecting the one fated question to be asked:

‘What are your intentions with my daughter?’

“Now, (Y/N), you knew this was comin’, so I want you to answer me honestly,” the older woman begins; she’d been nursing her wine for a while now, trying not cause you any unnecessary anxiety (of which, her efforts backfired completely).

“I’m sure Riri has told you the story of her step-dad and her best friend, Natalie - bless their souls,” she takes a sip to this, as if it’s for the aforementioned people, while you adjust your sitting position to face the woman directly. Riri is behind you, her full body weight leaning onto your back, her chin resting on your shoulder, watching her mother interrogate you, fully ready to end the conversation if it becomes too out of hand. It’s almost as if she saw this coming, too, and has prepared her defenses.

“My baby don’t just bring anybody home. And I’ve been hard on her about that, because I know how men are out here. And when she came to me and told me she liked girls, I became even harder, because as a woman, I know we break hearts too, sometimes even worse.”

She takes another sip from her wine glass, and with the way your heart is pumping furiously in your chest, you’re glad that the sound of it isn't audible, otherwise you think it’d shatter the glass in her hand.

“So, I have to ask. What are your intentions with my daughter?”

You took a moment to look at Riri. Your eyes locked. You drew in a breath, and recited your answer.

“Well, I will have you know, Ms. Ronnie,” you begin, addressing the older woman by her name, “Riri came into my life at a time when everyone was leaving me. And her presence has been liberating for me. I’ve asked the universe to take those away from me who aren’t going to help me be a better person- ‘cuz when we met, I was in a dark place. The universe took those bad people away- people who weren’t going to help me excel to my highest being, and…and sent me an angel who taught me more about myself and about love than I could ever imagine learning on my own,”

The weight on your shoulder shifted ever so slightly, but you continued; “I intend on making Riri the happiest girl in the world by any means necessary. I may not have it big right now- I’m working towards making my dream work for me- but when I get my money right, I’m going to repay your daughter for saving me in my darkest moments. If she wants the world, I’ll give her the universe, because she deserves it more than anyone in the world.”

You took a pause for a moment, reaching back for Riri’s hand. Once you’ve taken into your own, interlocking your fingers, you locked eyes with the young engineer, continuing once more; “And once I’ve made her the happiest woman in the world, I plan on making her the happiest wife.”

At this point, you forgot about Riri’s mother sitting to your right on the other end of the couch. In staring into Riri’s dark onyx eyes, you were completely enveloped in her. The Versace perfume you bought for her earlier that week, the warmth of her pink sweater that contrasted against your own clothes. The way she was holding her breathe, the way that her eyes were searching for an ounce of doubt or an inch of a lie in your own.

“Are you serious, (Y/N)?”

“You know I don’t play about you, Ri,”

If it wasn’t for remembering that her mother was in the same room, you would have kissed her. But it was the thought of her mother that caused you to break eye contact with Riri. Even more, the realization that you just spilled your entire life plan to the mother of your lover set in, and suddenly, your body was aflame in what you couldn't tell was either embarrassment or pride. Embarrassment because it’s her mother. Pride because of the amount of love for Riri that you had to be able to say all those things in front of her mother.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” said the older woman, taking a swig from her glass, “You’ve found a keeper, baby.”

At this, Riri wraps her arms around your neck, burying her face into the crook of it, in an attempt to hide the humongous smile that’s plastered on her face. You chuckle a bit at her, a smile of your own making its way to your lips.

“Your daddy would be proud, Ri,” her mother added on, “and he would have loved the shit out of you. I’m sure he’s up there smiling down on us right now.”

Riri peeks from her place in your neck, making eye contact with you once more. The smile on her face makes you melt. You’d do anything to keep that smile there for eternity.

“He would, wouldn’t he,” she whispers, more to herself than to anyone else. You place a kiss on her forehead, and she retreats back into the warmth of your neck.

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[imholtorf]

Trolls 3 - Bro comfort

The movie Trolls 3: Band Together is coming on November 17, 2023. When, Branch and Poppy team up with Branch's long-lost brothers to save his other brother, Floyd.

Though, if it's unaware that Branch's brothers know about their parents' and Grandma Rosiepuff's death and Branch's childhood trauma. So, I'm writing my own version of Branch telling his brothers about the trauma he had been through after they left.

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After, Branch, Poppy, John Dory, and Spruce finished singing as the crowd applauded and cheered, while Poppy and Branch's brothers exclaimed in triumph, Branch glances at the cheering crowd, suddenly things in his mind became distorted and his heart beats as he pants in fear.

Branch gets flashbacks of his brothers leaving, his parents' sacrifice, his younger self singing and falling when his grandmother sacrificed herself to save him, and his younger self turning gray.

"I can't believe I corporated, I can't take this anymore!" Branch said as he leaves the stage "Branch! Wait!" Poppy exclaimed as John Dory and Spruce became concerned "Where are you going?" John Dory asked "Nowhere!" Branch replied as he exits the building. Poppy and Branch's brothers exit the building as they search for Branch "Branch!" John Dory called "Branch" Spruce added "Leave me alone!" Branch said as he enters the old funhouse.

"Branch, please!" John Dory begged as he and Spruce entered as they find their younger brother, Clay "Clay, do you know where Branch is?" Spruce asked as Clay nods and brings them as they found Branch sitting in an old rail cars.

Branch had his his legs close to his chest and his face planted to his knees as he cries. "Branch" John Dory said when he and his brothers saw how sad Branch is as they got on the old rail cars sitting next to him "We guess you don't feel happy?" Spruce stated "I didn't even want to perform or even want to come with you, but I had to for Floyd's sake" Branch replied.

"We're sorry, Branch. We...we thought you love performing with us" John Dory said "When, I was a baby and my brothers didn't ditch me...and never coming back for me. You have no idea how much trauma I've been through after you guys left" Branch exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" Clay asked "During Trollstice, Mom and Dad had to lay their lives to save me and Grandma Rosiepuff and then when I was a kid as I became lost in the song, Grandma had to sacrifice herself to save me from being eaten and I had turned gray and hadn't sung ever since. I was all alone, I didn't had any friends back then, and I needed you the most, you're all what I have left in this family... but the family doesn't feel like the family I know...you ruined it" Branch explained in a cracked voice.

Branch's brothers were shocked by this and realized how they had hurt Branch when they had left "Oh, Branch, we are so sorry...but, you need to understand...your brothers and I..." John Dory stuttered "We just--I felt..." Spruce stuttered too "They've always been...I haven't been..." Clay stuttered as they gave up.

They burst into tears "We're sorry, we-we-we don't have the words" John Dory replied as they were too guilty to explain as Branch looks at them "When we save Floyd, are you all gonna ditch me again? Somewhere, where I'll never see you again?" Branch asked "No" John Dory replied "Of course not" Spruce added "We'll never do that" Clay retort as they hugged Branch "Never again" John Dory said as Branch smiles and hugs his brothers back.

#trolls #branch #queen poppy #john dory #clay #trolls 3 #trolls band together #spruce #brozone

[strangerthingsn]

Best metaldad ever🦇

Eddiexreader

a/n:Heyy!! This is my first story I ever wrote sooo I hope you like it. I’m kinda nervous to post it tbh.. You can leave tips or maybe request something 🖤 Summary: you and Eddie were two years together before finding out you’re pregnant. You bought a trailer together where little Izzy can grow up. This is just a night of Eddie coming home from work and taking care of his baby girl!

It was Friday night if you sat on the couch watching boring baby series on the tv but you didn’t mind aslong Izzy liked it, you’re the happiest. You waited for Eddie to come home from his work, with Izzy cause if she can’t have a kiss from daddy before going to bed, she simply can’t sleep.

Since your highschool boyfriend got you pregnant . You two bought an own trailer on the trailer park. It was not a big house ofcourse but you didn’t mind you thought trailers have a good vibe.You were together for two years before you found out about being pregnant. As the baby girl was born Eddie named her Izzy (like the guitarist in guns n’ roses) he bet she’s gonna be a rockstar when she’s older, because he wil teach her play guitar. Now 5 months after the birth you waited for Eddie to come home from his work, he works 8 hours as a tattoo artist every day except Sunday. All the money he get is just enough to live from. But you promised soon as Izzy is older you will join him as a tattoo artist. Izzy had not much family just Eddies uncle, since your parents live in Spain where you were born too.You came in Hawkins to live with your aunt because you and your parents didn’t go together well… But Izzy is a happy girl that loves her parents!

As Izzy is half asleep she scared awake from the sound of the door.

“Hello sexy mamas” Eddie walks over to you and places a kiss on your forehead.

”hey dadas” You smile as Izzy pulled his curls. You noticed

“I think you forget anyone”you giggled.

“Can’t i just give your mommy a kiss?” he smiles while picking her up

“hey little rockstar” he placed a kiss on her lips.

“Wanna play guitar with daddy?”he asks while walking to the room you share with him. He gets his guitar carefully and walks back to you and sits next to you on the couch.

“Let’s put you on the ground”he sets her between his legs and she holds on his black jeans. You look at them and smiles, it surprises you all the time how good dad he is.

“Let’s play a sweet song for you cause it’s almost bed time” he says while tuning his guitar a little. You don’t know what to say and just watch them. He starts playing November rain he know it’s your favorite song. You look at him as he looks at you. He smiles and looks back at Izzy. He starts singing a little. He plays good. He is absolutely talented and you always love the little shows he has with corroded coffin. You mostly bring Izzy too if it’s not to late. Izzy is just a mini Eddie she has his puppy eyes and brown curls. The only thing she got from you is her nose and body, anddd maybe your ADHD.. puts she was just a perfect child. Eddie finished the song and gets her on his lap. As always she plays with the strings. Eddie leans back and watches her. He kisses her head and rubs her back, as he noticed her pink onesie with bats on it. He chuckles.

“It’s cool right, I found it at the mall”.you smile.

“Yea..it’s just…pink..” he looks it it. The reaction made you laughs because it was exactly what you expected.

“Well atleast they are bats on it”you looked at him.

“Yes that’s true, and maybe she likes.. pink?” You nod and lay your head on his shoulder. Izzy looks down at the ground and makes some sounds to let you notice she wants to crawl on the ground. Eddie puts her on the ground.

“There you go princess”. She crawls on the ground. Eddie and you watches her.

“Isn’t that adorable?” You smile

“she is adorable” after 10 minutes crawling she lays down on the ground.Eddie gets up and gets her from the ground

”I think it’s bed time for you”he looks at you trying to get your response.

“Yeah she looks kinda tired” you say after noticing it. Izzy grabs a piece plastic that was wrapped around Eddies arm before you noticed it was there.

”careful it’s still healing princess”he says while taking her hand.

“Oeeeeh what’s that Ed’s?”this is not the first time he comes home with a tattoo without telling you about getting one.

“This is Izzy her name since I have your name on my chest i tough Izzy deserves it too”he says proud. You giggle

“that’s cute”. Izzy in meanwhile is searching for something with her hands on Eddies chest.

“When is the last time you feed her?”he asks while watching her.

“Like two hours ago, she might be hungry now” you say while already taking your shirt off.

“Mhm..” Eddie helps with your bra. Eddie gives Izzy to you and it didn’t take long before she found your breast and started drinking. Eddie puts his stuff down in the messy table and goes to the bathroom. He always gives you some kind of privacy while you feeding her.

“Wait with laying her on bed i wanna help”he says while turning the shower on and undress himself.

“You don’t have to help with that”you look behind you to the bathroom.

“But I want to”he looks at you from behind the wall. You stick your tongue out, and he does the same before he’s in the shower and you can’t see him anymore.

As Izzy is full, you put your shirt on and walks to the bathroom. You put her on the counter and cleans her face with a soft wipe what she absolutely loves. The tired brown eyes of her looking into yours. You make a silly face and she started giggling.

“What’s so funny” Eddie gets out of the shower.

“Apparently my silly face”you giggle too. Eddie puts a towel around his waist and hugs you from behind. He lays his head on your shoulder and looks over at Izzy. You always loved it when he hugs you from behind and he just randomly does it.

“Mama is pretty funny huh?”he says while smiling at her.

“And she’s pretty, creative, carring and…. sexy” he smacks your ass.

“Eddieeeee”you say while you grab his hand.

“Your dad is a tease” Izzy giggles. You pick her up and walks to her room. The room was not that big as the room Eddie and you share but it was fine for a kid. The wall was Red and there where was hanging a hellfire banger above her black wooden bed. She had a little bat plushy what was absolutely her favorite. She had some other toys in her room and there where some little posters hanging. You lay her in bed and puts the blanket over her. Eddie who only had his pyjama pants on pushes you away.

“I told you to wait I wanna do itttt” he says while giving her her bat plushy. You almost came against the wall but saved yourself with your elbow. He can be a little rough sometimes but you’re used to that.

“Wow that was kinda rude Eddie Munson” you say a little frustrated.

“I just love her. y/n Munson”he says smirking.

“You know that’s not my name”you lean against the wall.

“It will be in the future” he gives Izzy a kiss and gets away from he little bed to make place for you. You give her also a kiss and turn the light off as her eyes flutter shut.

while you walk to your room Eddie noticed your elbow was a little red.

“Sorry did I hurt you”he asks while taking your arm.

“Yes you did and now I’m really mad” you pushed him on the bed and hits him with a pillow. When Eddie sees the look on your face he knows you aren’t. You open the nightstand and gets a cigarette and a joint out of it. Eddie tries to be a good dad but he simply can’t without his joints. When you give it to him he takes it.

“Lighter?”he looks at you.

“Impatient annoying freak that you are.”you tease. You give the lighter after lightning your cigarette. Eddie lights his joint and pulls you on him. You smile and lay on him. He puts his hand in your shirt and grabs your tit. You gasp a little but let him. You guys smoke and as you finished you take you pants off and lays down on your side.

“You’re so hot you know that” Eddie says while smoking his thirth joint.

“You so high you know that?” You tease him as you lay down. He wraps his arm around you and puts his joint out throwing it away. He kisses you and you pull away.

“You taste horrible” you laugh a little.

“I’ll brush my teeth first princess” he gets up to brush his teeth. You guys had always pretty much make out sessions every day sometimes you guys end up naked having sex, but some times it just stayed with kissing. You didn’t mind you guys where three years together now and still not bored of eacother. You loved Eddie so much and you weren’t really shocked at the news you where pregnant. Actually you where happy! You loved kids and having a kid with Eddie was a dream.

Eddie lays down again and looks at you with his sweet darkbrown eyes. 

“Take your shirt off”he tells you.

”I have no bra on” you look at him.

“ I know and it’s even better anyways” you smirk while taking it off. Eddie starts kissing your neck, somehow he always know to make you feel good. And he loves to do it. He leaves hickeys and a little moan escaped your mouth. He gets carefully ontop off you putting just a little weight on you. You didn’t mind, if he putted all his weight on you it wasn’t much anyways. He goes from your neck to your chest and kisses your tits. You look down at him. He has his eyes closed, you wasn’t sure who enjoys it more but you loved it. He kisses down your stomach and up again. After 30 minutes you pulled him away.

“Hm?” He looks up at you.

“I wanna cuddle” you smile and kiss him. He kisses back while laying next to you again. He pulls away and cuddles you. You loved Eddies cuddles and it was even better if Izzy was also in the cuddle. You goes with your nails over his tattooed chest but softly so it feels good. He likes it, you know he does. You lay there for a while. You look at the clock and see the time.

“You need to work tomorrow” you look at him.

“I knowww, should we sleep?” He looks back at you.

“Yes I need to be early always too, to feed Izzy” Eddie nods and gives you a pec.

“Good night Darling”he goes with his hand over your cheek.

“Good night sweetheart”you say. You both fell asleep cuddling.

I posed this photos earlier but I like to add them to this story again <3

#eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #pregnant #baby #80s #stranger things #eddie the freak munson

[scoops-aboy86]

Had some ideas for some fics that were stuck in my mind. First idea is working at scoops ahoy causes Steve to gain weight. The second one is where in the aftermath of Starcourt Steve is struggling and starts to gain weight #chubby Steve Harrington

Why not both? 

Steve who has recovered from the concussion Billy gave him in November but still forgetful, and it comes out most (because he spends a lot of time on his own this summer while Dustin is at camp, and he doesn’t remember what he forgets) with work. He constantly forgets to bring something for lunch, and ends up eating ice cream or something greasy from the food court or both instead. 

Sometimes he pisses Robin off by accidentally coming back late from his breaks because he misremembered what time the break started, sometimes remembering yesterday’s break time with the odd clarity of hindsight. The only thing that convinces her that he’s not doing it on purpose are the times when he comes back early and argues with her about what time he left because he is so sure, but then she’ll make a good point and something clicks in his head and then he’s like wait, and has a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mini breakdown over the unreliability of his own brain and now he has to figure out how to concede the argument gracefully which is hard because literally no one in his life has modeled that very well for him so he’s kind of garbage at it. Robin happens to blink less when she’s angry, and Eddie (hiding in the fake foliage outside Scoops) blinks even less while surveilling Steve Harrington, a pastime that all of his friends give him gentle but consistent shit for. 

(“Seriously you guys, something is going on with that dude. First he had some sort of involvement in finding that Byers kid after they had a fucking funeral, and Steve looked wrecked. Then there was the Great Pumpkin Blight of ‘84 followed by that thing about a gas leak and Barb Holland, who everyone said the last place she was seen was at Steve’s house, and he looks wrecked again? And now suddenly Steve is graduated but still in Hawkins and working a minimum wage job even though everyone knows his parents are loaded? Something is up, and I’m going to find out what it is!!” To which one of the guys had said, “Something’s up alright, keep it in your fucking pants man,” and laughed him out of Gareth’s garage. Ingrates. But, he thinks later after popping a boner watching Steve bend over in those increasingly tight blue sailor shorts, maybe they had a little bit of a point.)

So when Eddie turns up at the mall for his usual Staring At Steve shift and Scoops is closed, at first he just thinks that Steve forgot to come to work or something, and maybe he has the keys for opening up (not the best decision on management’s part if true, but that’s Corporate America for you) and Robin got bored of waiting and went home. 

By the second day, when the ice cream parlor is still shuttered, Eddie isn’t so sure. He checks the parking lot and Steve’s car is still out there, Robin’s bike still chained up to the fence near the Employees Only entrance. So where the fuck are they? If his friends wouldn’t absolutely give him more shit about it, he’d recruit them to help solve the mystery. 

Overnight, the mall burns down, the ice cream wonder twins reappear, and Steve… is once again wrecked, but even worse this time. Eddie may or may not have a conspiracy board going; if no one else has seen it, does it really exist? Ask Pavlov’s cat. 

It’s much harder to stalk Steve for clues and spank bank material at Family Video, but Eddie manages. He ups his prices to account for the new drain on his wallet and gets really good at coming up with ways to relate random movies to whatever O’Donnell has them reading in class, bulking up his essay page counts with references and comparisons in ways that actually improve his grades a bit but are still off the wall enough that he doesn’t get accused of cheating to try and pass this time. 

And Steve, for all that he isn’t mainlining ice cream every day (as far as Eddie knows anyway), keeps putting on weight. His clothes don’t really show it that much so he must be sizing up his clothes before truly outgrowing them, but he doesn’t put in the same effort with his work vest. So every time Eddie walks into Family Video (because he only goes in when he knows Steve is working) he gets at least one eye-full of Steve’s belly framed tellingly in unchanging green and the optical illusion that the vest is somehow shrinking and he can’t. Stop. Thinking about it. Steve’s ass is getting better by the day too, and dear god those thighs, but Eddie just wants to press up against the front of him and… never leave, ideally. Wondering what Steve looks like under those clothes drives him to distraction every single night, and most mornings. 

Meanwhile, Robin comments about Eddie’s constant visits to the store. She’s maybe a little paranoid after the Russians, but it strikes her as weird that he never turns up when she works a shift without Steve and almost always when they’re both on the schedule. Steve says that yeah, Eddie turns up when she’s not there too, but isn’t too worried because “It’s just Munson. What’s he going to do, step on our lunches while yelling something about conformity?” Privately, he admits to himself that he would actually be incredibly annoyed if Eddie stepped on his lunch, but other than that he’s pretty neutral about the guy. 

Except now that Robin’s pointed him out, Steve keeps noticing him. And actually listening to Dustin when he talks about him. Kinda forming a picture of the guy, even if Dustin’s impression of a temperamental agent of chaos is at odds with the Eddie Steve has watched trip over literally nothing or bounce of the glass doors because he pushed when he should’ve pulled. It’s endearing. Also, he starts to notice that Eddie has a staring problem that seems to intensify whenever Steve has food in his hand. 

At first, Steve takes this as a challenge. Because yes, he has fielded some comments about his weight. That’s why he lives with the Hendersons now, and it was damn lucky that his BMW was already in his name or that would’ve been a whole thing. Any time he catches Eddie staring, he makes a point of eating faster. Bigger bites, snitching more from the candy rack, asking Robin loudly when his next break is because he’s “starting to feel hungry.” He’s not. Hungry is something he’s decided not to put up with anymore, along with being embarrassed by the forgetfulness he came by honestly in the form of protecting people, on the grounds that life is short and he might as well enjoy it. Sometimes, at home and three quarters of the way through a container of ice cream that was full when he started, he thinks smugly that Eddie is really going to stare at him now. 

Gradually it becomes less of a game and more of a turn on, because Eddie doesn’t stop staring. If anything, the attention seems even more intense than before as all that eating settles increasingly across Steve’s belly, ass, and thighs. He’s slowly gaining a second chin. Robin is growing increasingly exasperated at (a) having to bat Steve away from the video store candy that will come out of his paycheck if Keith finds out and he cannot afford that, and (b) putting up with what she deems “the most egregious eyefucking I’ve ever seen in my life, and I used to watch Tammy undress you with her eyes when you got all gross and sweaty at basketball games!”

Steve sees his chance to do something about it when he comes back from his usual lunchtime diner run. He spots Eddie’s van in the parking lot in front of Family Video with Eddie still in it, and just… opens the passenger door and climbs in, balances the cardboard drinks container with two large sodas and a large milkshake on the dash in front of him. The music is blasting, and Eddie is busy staring at him with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open so Steve reaches over to crank it down. “Are you trying to catch flies, or fries?” he asks with a wink, reaching into the warm paper bag that’s fighting his belly for real estate on his lap and starting to pull out his food. “You’re always watching anyway, so I figured I’d give you a private show.”

“Uh,” Eddie says dumbly, eyes darting around to completely not private parking lot they’re in. He is no closer to solving the mystery that is Steve fucking Harrington, but he’s definitely starting to stiffen in his jeans as he watches Steve take two voracious bites of his first burger before even really starting to chew. Then he remembers himself a little and adds, “Thank you for gracing my humble van with your presence, your highness. I’ve been dying for an audience with King Steve.”

“Who isn’t,” Steve shoots back with his mouth full, even though he hasn’t had a date with anyone but ice cream and his own hand since graduating from high school.

And if he ends up eating Robin’s lunch, drinking Robin’s Coke, and wandering into Family Video approximately seven minutes after his break was supposed to be over with his polo untucked to hide the way his pants button is straining to contain his post-stuffing body, and least he got a boyfriend and a phone number out of it. 

Eddie, driving home with a mess on the inside of his boxers, knows that his friends are really never going to stop giving him shit now. But still, he can’t stop smiling.

#wg steddie #chubby steve harrington #scoops ahoy steve #scoops words #ask

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

CHAPTER 5: THE FLEA AND THE ACROBAT

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: Chapter 4 is such a filler episode and I didn't like how I wrote it after I posted, but in rereading it after Chapter 3, it really does flow together and I can tweak loose ends in this present chapter! (See? Glass half full). Enjoy another mother-daughter moment between Diana and Sue!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1021

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PART I || PART II

Friday, November 11, 1983 - SINCLAIR RESIDENCE

The house is quiet this morning as everyone gets dressed for Will’s funeral. I stand in front of my full-length mirror staring at my reflection. After finding evidence of the thing that took Barb, neither Jonathan, Nancy and I had any idea on what to do with the information. How are we going to find it? Are we going to find it? As a group we decided not to tell the police because they already believe Nancy, Ms. Byers and I are crazy for suggesting that Barb and Will were taking by an animal with no face. This is something we would have to handle ourselves. If my parents found out about anything, they would probably move us out of town, far away from this insidious madness. Part of me wouldn’t blame them but, but if there was even an inkling of hope in finding and bringing back Will and Barb, I was going to take that chance. The glimmer of hope in finding them burned deep in my gut. Lucas and I deserve to have our best friends back. 

I run my fingers through my hair. I couldn’t sleep and woke up early to take a hot comb to it in the kitchen. It took two hours and my arms burned from the arduous task, but the ease in repetition calmed the spiralling thoughts in my head. I even trimmed my ends a little. With my natural curls, my hair was at my waist, but after straightening it and trimming the ends, it fell past my bottom. Way too long for my liking and heavy. My neck aches. I lean forward making sure the lack of sleep didn’t show on my face. I can’t attend the funeral looking like I am half dead myself. I clear my throat smoothening out any wrinkles in my modest black dress. It seems like everyday something new happens in Hawkins and none of it has been good. Today my little brother was burying his best friend. Despite the glimmer of hope inside me, it is going to be a tough day to get through. 

“Diana, are you ready?” I hear mom from the other side of my door. 

“Come in,” I say. 

Mom enters my room. She’s wearing a simple black dress, her freshly styled hair combed neatly in a bob cut. She looks very pretty. Mom smiles softly eying me from head to toe. I shift side to side on my feet, wiggling my toes against my nylons. 

“You look pretty.” Mom says, walking to me. She stands behind me, combing her fingers through my hair through the mirror. “I knew I smelled hair product in the kitchen this morning.” 

Heat creeps up the back of my neck. “I couldn’t sleep.” I admit. 

Mom sighs, parting pieces of my hair to lay over my shoulder. She gently places her hands on my arms swiping away any lint on the long sleeves of my dress before squeezing them. Her eyes soften as she looks at me through the mirror. The voice in my head screams for me to tell Mom about the photo, but I ignore it leaning into her touch. 

“I know the past couple of days have been hard on you and I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” 

“It’s okay,” I shrug, flaring my nostrils to satiate the burn in them. I don’t want to cry, not now.

Mom looks at me, shaking her head. “No, it’s not.” 

Tears immediately swim in my eyes and quickly wipe them away with my fingers before they fall down my cheeks. It’s too early to cry. I clear my throat, sniffing and fix my dress again. “Can you help me pick a shoe? Should I wear flats or heels?”

Mom stares at me for a moment and I know she wants to talk about everything, but decided against it, thankfully. I’m not sure I have the words to express how I’m feeling at the moment or have been the past couple of days. 

“Heels.” she responds. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay, put on your heels and I’ll be right back.” 

I nod my head and go to my closet rummaging around until I found my only pair of black kitten heels. I’ve only worn them for special occasions like Dad’s company dinners. Never for a funeral. I slide my feet into the shoes and walk out my closet just in time for Mom to walk back into my room. She’s holding a little black tube between her manicured fingers. A tube of lipstick. I blink in awe, feeling a jolt of surprise. Mom and Dad had a strict rule about not being able to wear makeup until I was 16. It was the one rule, I hated and begrudgingly followed. Yet here Mom was holding a tube of lipstick for me. I only ever worn lipstick for performances. Mom smiles at my reaction. 

“I think this will complete your look today.” 

I take the lipstick out of her hand, cherishing it like a delicate flower. I open the tube and stare at the wine-coloured lipstick. This was different than the colour I used for performances, darker and more elegant. I walk to my mirror and neatly apply the lipstick on my lips, opening my mouth to get the sides. I rub my lips together melting the wax between them and clean the edges of my mouth with my finger. I take a step back to look at my work. I already look more mature and womanlier, like Mom. Short stature and flat chest be damned. I smile, genuine and true. I smile so much my eyes disappear into my cheeks. Mom chuckles softly behind me and I can’t help but giggle at my reaction. 

“Thank you, Mommy.” I gush, turning to give the lipstick back to her. Mom shakes her head, closing my fingers. Her gold wedding band twinkles. 

“Keep it.” 

My eyes widen. “Really?” 

“Of course, sweetheart. You’re almost 16.” 

I squeal happily thrusting my body onto hers and hug her tight around her neck. Mom laughs, her rumbles vibrating against my stomach. 

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#stranger things rewrite #black fem reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #dianasinclair #eddie munson x black!reader #steve harrington x black!reader #eddie munson x female reader #sinclair!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader

[greazyfloz]

Bend Til We Break - Chapter 12

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~2 Months Later~

I’ve known about my pregnancy for a little over two months now. It’s November 7th which means I am exactly 23 weeks. 5 months and I have finally been able to tell some people. My parents took it quite well. I did leave out the part about Quinn and I breaking up, because I thought maybe I should only give them 1 piece of shitty news at a time. Quinn told Josh and he took it quite well, Josh called me right after Quinn told him to check up on me. Both Josh and Ellen give me daily check up calls, since I don’t talk to Quinn. 

I find myself scrolling though Quinn’s Instagram. I find it crazy how different our lives look on here compared to how we actually are living right now. Over 100,000 people believe Quinn and I are in this happy beautiful relationship, but we aren’t even close. 

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Fan8907 Y/n is so cute!

The last post from Quinn. He posted that the day I found out I was pregnant. A day before my whole world came crashing down on me. The day we ended. I keep scrolling until I’m down to the Michigan days. 

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I start to tear up looking at the picture. I think back to that day. It was Quinn’s bday and we were just leaving his house to drive around the outskirts of town, just us. Memories of the old us come flooding back and it hurts. I start to cry, finally putting my phone down when I hear a knock at the door. 

I make my way over wiping the tears as I go and open the door. “Quinn” I say then sniffle, “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in? I just want to talk” he says

“Come in” I say moving from the door so he can come in, “let’s sit on the couch” I say following behind him as he sits. I sit on the same couch but on the other side. 

“Are you okay?” he says concerned as he can see I was crying under better light

“I’m fine Quinn. Why are you here?”

“Because I want this baby’s life” Quinn says, “Ideally with you, b-”

“No Quinn, not with me. You-” I interrupt but he interrupts me back

“Let me finish. I want in this baby’s life, our baby’s life. Ideally with you BUT, even as your friend. Being friends is going to be weird and it’s weird for me to even say this out loud, but I will do whatever to be in this baby’s life, and your life” he says and I start to cry a little

“I’m sorry, I’m just really emotional” I say laughing through my tears

“But will I’m here. I need to tell you this so please just wait for me to finish” he starts and I bring my knees to my chest expecting to have my heart demolished by whatever he is going to say. “I love you. What I did was unforgivable, and I chose to run from you than to just tell you. That night was my biggest mistake that I have ever made. Last summer meant nothing. `I really never thought I’d ever see you again, I know that sounds stupid, but she told me you guys didn’t really talk at all. I never wanted to hurt you, and by brushing it off I just made things worse. When I saw you that morning, I felt like I was given a second chance because that love I have for you never went away. You looked so beautiful that day and I knew I had to fight to get you back. This time is different, I know that. But this time I will fight to be in his or her life. She deserves a father. And you, you deserve the whole world” he says. I have my head in my lap as I hug my knees. I feel the couch dip beside me as Quinn wraps his arms around me. 

“Why Quinn?” I cry as I let my legs fall out of my gasp and lay my head on his shoulder, “How did it happen? Is there anything else I don’t know?”

“I was drunk and stupid, any actual thought I had in my head that night was gone. I was going to tell you but I felt like things were starting to fall back the way they use to be” he says

“Like they used to be?” I say lifting my head off his shoulder and he takes his arms back from around me, “You cheated… Why would you want to go back to that?”

“That’s not what I meant, I meant the way I felt when I was with you. This time it was stronger though because I’ve grown up since then, I know exactly how much I am in love with you”

“Did you cheat on me the second time around?” I ask looking down at my feet, I didn’t know if I wanted to hear the answer.

“No. There isn’t anyone else in the world I even thought about other than you” he says grabbing my hand. I don’t pull it away but I don’t squeeze his back either. “Y/n, please let me father my child”

“Children” I say and Quinn looks at me confused before a smile starts to form on his face

“Twins?” he asks with a smile

“A boy and a girl” I say finally looking at him to see his watery eyes. Quinn takes his hand back and hugs me as we sit on the couch, and I hug him back. When we let go, I look at him “I’ve known for 2 weeks but haven’t told anyone yet, I didn’t know how I wanted to reveal it”

“We are having twins” Quinn says to himself, “holy fuck”

“Quinn, we can try the friends thing. They are going to need their father, most of all I’m going to need their father”

“Of course, I’m here bab- Y/n” Quinn slips over the excitement he is feeling. 

“And Quinn, don’t fuck this up. Please for them” I say and Quinn nods

“I gotta call my mom” Quinn says pulling his phone out

“Wait, I want to do a gender reveal for them”

“Okay” Quinn smiles.

Note: A LOT more to come :-)

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey imagines

[stargirlsturniololover]

in november?

request: yea by the loveliest bbg @madsmadeit

warnings: um no… heh just pure fluff, mentions of thanksgiving (food?)

summary: you set up you and spencer’s christmas decorations, in November?

also: this is horrible my apologies 😀

spencer reid x fem!reader

it was the afternoon of thanksgiving, and you and spencer had just gotten back from thanksgiving lunch with the team.

after arriving home, you and spence decided to have a nice little cuddle before thanksgiving dinner with y’all’s families that the two of you were hosting.

you slipped into the bed next to spencer and rested your head on his chest.

“spence…?” you asked pressing a light kiss to his bicep.

“yes angel?” he asked turning to look at you.

“are we sure that we have all the food ready for tonight? like all we have to do is pop it in the oven?” you ask, worrying for this was the first time hosting the reid-l/n thanksgiving at your house.

“yes precious… everything’s perfect. stop worrying…. we need a moment to rest yeah..? let’s sleep.”

but you had other ideas than sleeping.

“ok baby… sleep sounds good” you say, rolling over in his arms to “sleep”.

as soon as you’re sure spencer’s asleep, you carefully slip out of his arms, then turn around, making sure he doesn’t stir.

when you’re positive he’s asleep, you creep downstairs.

lucky for you, spencer had made the decision to call over hotch on your day off to help get down the christmas boxes.

so all your christmas decorations were in the garage, just waiting to be put out.

you smirk to yourself as you walk into the garage from the door in your kitchen.

you drag out all your miscellaneous objects you set around the house.

all the christmas photos of you and spencer, wreaths,nutcrackers, and just objects you set around your house for decor during this season.

the thing you wanted to put up the most, was going to very much impossible.

the tree…

if you had a 6 foot tree this would be no problem… but spencer insisted on a 9.5 foot tree.

so you were very much out of luck.

there was no choice, you must awaken the beast.

he had been asleep for an hour and a half, so surely you waking him wouldn’t be too awful.

but what you didn’t know, was that spencer was already awake.

about 5 minutes ago he rolled over with a soft, “angel…?” and an arm patting on your side of the bed.

when he didn’t find you in bed, he assumed you went to the bathroom, so he waited on you.

but when you came barreling through the hall door and not the bathroom door, he knew you were up to something.

“hi spenceee” you say, trying to be the least bit suspicious.

“angel…. what did you do?” spencer asks, not being fooled but you.

“i need your help.” you say with a smile, “i’ll give you a big kiss if you come downstairs and assist me.”

he sighs as he gets out of the bed clad in nothing but his checker print pj pants.

you drag him down the stairs and when he spots the various decorations around the kitchen and living room, he knows exactly what you want from him.

“babydoll…. it’s thanksgiving… why did you put the christmas stuff out…?” he asks looking around at all the things.

“just cause, i love christmas” you say nonchalantly.

“but baby, in november?” he asks, placing his hands on your hips.

you nod, “we were gonna put it up tomorrow anyway.”

he sighs and presses a kiss to your temple.

“and i assume you needed help with the tree.” he says, already walking to the garage to retrieve the tree.

“yes” you confirm.

he chuckles and brings the tree inside, beginning to set it up in it’s usual corner.

you drag the ottoman over to the tree so you can help him decorate.

you step onto the ottoman and spencer rests his hand on your lower back.

“don’t fall princess.” he warns.

“i won’t, promise.” you say, as you reach into the ornament box and start picking out your ornaments to hang.

• • • • • •

when you and spencer finish decorating the tree, it’s time for y’all’s families to arrive for thanksgiving dinner.

when they do arrive, your parents and spencer’s mom all compliment your christmas decorations.

you smirk at spencer, letting him know that he was the only one who thought it was weird to have christmas decorations up in november.

• • • • • •

after a lovely dinner, your relatives all go home leaving you and spencer to be alone.

the two of you sit on the couch, spencer reading as you rest your head in his lap.

“so…” you say, looking up at spencer.

he raises an eyebrow, looking down at you.

“since thanksgiving’s over, and we already have our decorations up… can we wear our matching pjs?” you ask apprehensively.

“which ones baby, we have like 7 sets of matching ones.” he asks, setting down his book.

“the grinch ones…?” you ask, giving him your best pout and puppy dog eyes.

“fine” he says letting out a chuckle and standing up to go retrieve his pjs.

you chase after him so you can put on your own.

the two of you put your pjs on and then you let out a big yawn.

“big day huh princess?” spencer asks, coming over to you and wrapping you up in his long arms, immediately putting a hand in your hair and massaging your scalp.

“mhm” you mumble, melting like putty in his hands.

“that’s what you get for not taking a nap with me babydoll,” he says, letting out a slight chuckle as you press away from his hold to give him a warning look.

“fine,” you say, “then i’ll go to bed all alone…. with no one to hold me… and love on me” you say, trying to lure him into your bed.

“oh baby, i could never say no to you” he says as he jumps into the bed and slots himself into your arms.

you giggle as you reach behind his head to turn off the lamp, falling into a cozy sleep filled with christmas dreams.

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[nolita-fairytale]

how my living with sirius & baby harry on a remote island headcanon would end

au headcanon where you and young!sirius black flee the country to live on a remote island and raise baby harry instead of going to azkaban

pairing: sirius black x fem!ravenclaw reader

warnings: none.

a/n: thank you again to all who have read, liked, reblogged, and commented. it's meant so much to me that you were interested in reading this little idea i've been marinating on since november and couldn't get out of my head. i've written two alternate endings -- one happy, and one i feel is maybe more realistic but isn't a happy ending -- so that you can choose how you'd like to see this au end.

part one | part two | part three | part four

harry going to hogwarts would include (happy ending version):

the both of you are so excited for him to go to hogwarts, but know that it will be a huge change for everyone. you make arrangements with dumbledore. hagrid is sent to fetch harry and to act as a guide to the wizarding world before starting school, since the two of you cannot.

you know that you and sirius cannot return yet, since sirius is a wanted fugitive and you're not sure how you're going to explain the eleven years you've just disappeared off the face of the earth

after harry leaves for school, you and sirius experience strong empty nester syndrome, which leads to you reconsider the 'let's have a baby' conversation.

you are, afterall, harry's godparents. while you both have fallen in love with harry and being parents, you'd never want him to think you're trying to replace james and lily.

sirius is more than excited to try.

you get pregnant during christmas time. you hate that you're not able to share it with harry in person, but you all agreed that, in order for him to go to hogwarts, you and sirius had to stay under the radar and that he could not come home till summer as not to arise suspicion.

harry's overjoyed to be a big brother and writes you both immediately.

you give birth in early - mid august, right before harry returns to school for his second year. it's a baby girl you decide to call cassiopeia. sirius doesn't care to carry on the family tradition of naming children after star constellations, but when she's born, it just feels right. (two leo children? you and sirius sure have your hands full)

in the happy ending version of this story, you and sirius would stay on the island until voldemort's return. you'd both return after gof, after voldemort's return and harry's attacked in the graveyard. sirius offers up number 12 grimmauld place as the order headquarters and you both move back into his childhood home.

together, you'd continue raising harry, though you're both much more housebound than on the island -- something you both struggle with at the beginning.

living in his childhood home brings up a lot of things for sirius and some nights, when the order meetings are over, the two of you stay up all night talking about it: his experiences as a childhood, what he wants to do differently as a father, and eating grilled cheese -- the only thing he makes well.

you and sirius would raise you cass and harry together, fighting together till the very end of the second wizarding war, both alive, with your beautiful happy family.

in this au, remus & tonks live as well, so you get to raise cass and teddy together too.

renovating sirius childhood home and freeing kreacher, so that you all can have a fresh start after the war.

sirius is THEE over protective father, especially now that he's a girl dad. sirius argues with cass as she gets older about dating. "sweetheart, i once was a teenage boy, and i know that they're not to be trusted. absolutely not. no. you will not be going on this date."

i'm sorry but do we need a sirius as a girl-dad headcanon?!?!

you'd return to the island during the summers to spend time with your parents (who've decided to stay on the island forever), but spend the school year in london, considering harry would like to stay and the baby is a quickly growing kid a few years away from starting hogwarts.

unhappy ending (canon-adjacent version):

the events of after harry's second year, and second year in a row being attacked by voldemort, sirius insists that it's worth the risk and cannot just stand by. after a long debate, you both finally agree to make your way back to england the summer before harry's third year so that you can keep a closer eye on him.

sirius argues that you both swore to protect harry, and it wouldn't be right not to try to be closer now that the dark lord has made attempts twice now.

the daily prophet announces a sighting of sirius black (something you and sirius endless argue over) that sets in motion the events of prisoner of azkaban.

even though sirius' arrest is a close call, everyone makes it home safe that summer and you get to be the happy family that you've been on the island.

offering up number 12 grimmauld place as headquarters for the order.

having a pit in your stomach knowing that something bad is coming. it's an all too familiar feeling. it feels too much like last time. you regret leaving the island while simultaneously you know it was the right choice to be closer to harry.

in harry's fifth year, you and sirius go to the ministry to fight the death eaters and help harry. however, bellatrix lestrange kills sirius, changing you, harry, and baby cass' lives forever.

you shift between being plunged into deep grief and burying yourself into the order.

being, perhaps a bit reckless on a few missions and fighting with remus about your behavior. he knows that it's because you're grieving, but he refuses to let you get hurt as well.

in this au, remus steps up to be there for you and baby cass. the time spent with her may influence his decision to have a baby with tonks.

speaking of tonks, the two of you grow closer, even if she's quite a bit younger than the two of you. you are more than happy to play wing woman to her and to remus when needed.

when the war begins, it feels impossible to let harry go. the two of you fight like crazy about him not returning to hogwarts, but eventually you accept that this is something he has to do.

at the beginning of the war, (what would've been harry's seventh year) you return to the island via muggle methods of transportation with cass so that she can be with your parents.

inevitably, you must return to london because your heart is in this fight. sirius died for this fight and harry is risking his life for it. but you know cass needed to be kept safe and away from it. it's heartbreaking to be apart from her, but you know your parents are taking good care of her and that you'll be reunited soon.

fighting in the final battle at hogwarts alongside everyone and honoring sirius with your fierce bravery. and when voldemort is defeated, you know the fight isn't completely over. you're ready to help rebuilding the wizarding world alongside everyone else.

after returning to the island to bring cass home, you take a job at the ministry to be a part of creating a kinder, safer, more inclusive version of the wizarding world.

even after getting married and starting his own family, harry is there for you and cass, day in and day out. the two of you are closer than ever, though you're not sure how you feel about being a 'grand-godmother' so soon.

every year, on the anniversary of his death, you, harry, and cass visit his grave, then snuggle up with each other and eat grilled cheeses to remember him.

as cassiopeia grows older, she has some of your features, but looks so much like her father. she's a brilliant witch. while she has your smarts, she's got her father's heart and is unquestionably sorted into to gryffindor. you wish that he could see her growing up, because he'd be so damn proud of the woman you've raised. you know she carries on his legacy within her, and you couldn't be more proud to be her mother.

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