#MY GRAVITY FALLS WIPS IM SORRY | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

uniformbravo · 6 months

Text

it's nanowrimo & i havent touched my wip since last year so im gonna reread it all rn to jog my memory lets goooo

"And so, class, as you can see, blah blah blah…"

Silan wasn't listening, so neither should you have to.

i didn't know how to start it skjfdkngkf

goes on for several paragraphs about why he wasnt paying attention, making up a bunch of bullshit about him being sooooo sleeby bc he watched a horror movie last night & then couldn't sleep, fascinating stuff

So no, he wasn't listening to the lesson going on at the front of the room, nor was he prepared in the very least to be called on suddenly.

"Silan, what's your answer to number fifteen?"

Like a bucket of ice water was sitting upright on the ground beside him instead of upturned over his head, Silan's brain fog persisted as he struggled to catch up with the moment.

ok fine the ice bucket line is kinda funny im here to subvert ur expectations not unlike a mime thats allowed to say fuck

"Y equals seven…?" he guessed, understanding completely as he said it that it definitely would have been better to just say "I don't know," or "Could you repeat that?" or even "Sorry, I didn't sleep well because I watched a horror movie before bed and was too scared to fall asleep for hours and now I can't focus because I'm so tired, so I honestly have no idea what's going on right now."

As it was, his actual answer garnered a few laughs scattered around the room, from people who'd given Silan way too much credit and assumed it was a very intentional joke. He couldn't look his teacher in the eye, that knowing gaze piercing right through him as if to say, "You may have fooled them, but not me. I know that was a real attempt at an answer, and I am disappointed in you on multiple levels. I'll see you in my office and also you have detention forever."

What he actually said was, "Mr. Scott, this is a Biology class."

CHRIST i take it back im a comedic genius

Chris is A Dude in Silan's class, but he's so much more than that; sports ball player man, wearer of varsity jackets and knee-length shorts of all varieties, copier of his friends' homework whenever one of them has actually done it on time… He truly is just Some Guy, but to Silan? He is The Guy.

WHAT are u fuckin TALKING ABOUT HELLO

If Silan himself were to be the one to describe Chris, that paragraph would have probably gone a lot more like: Chris is on the baseball team, so he's fairly muscular; he has a sharp, square jaw and dark brown hair that's not quite long enough to submit to gravity just yet, so it sticks up and looks just sooo fluffy and soft (do you think he lets anyone touch it?). He's never actually grown a beard but he does have stubble across his chin and jaw that suits him extremely well. His eyes are brown and his skin is a natural tan and it all suits him perfectly and he's hot okay. He's hot.

Silan is gay.

and he is being sooo normal about chris

They'd only ever spoken a total of two times; once when Chris had gotten the rows confused on a day he'd seemed particularly groggy (this class ran from 10:45 to 12:15 and was the one right before lunch, though, so it was beyond Silan what exactly had put him in such a state) ((I'm the author though, so I know exactly what it was, and it's that he'd been out nearly all night with his friends to the subsequent dismay and rage of his parents, and his request to stay home from school the next day was vehemently denied)),

this is fucking unhinged. publish me right now

That had been just a few weeks ago; the other time was last year (junior year, or 11th grade, or year 3 out of 4 of high school, whatever makes the most sense to those unacquainted with the American school system) in April and I will tell you more about it later.

FUCKING HELLO

It was the urge to doodle their initials in a heart together in the margins of his notebook like… like some kind of lovesick middle schooler (not that. He'd ever done that. In middle school,).

silan would never

The combination made him want to launch himself directly out the window, had one existed (the only windows were over by the door, which Silan sat pretty much across the room from).

He was kinda fucked.

tfw u cant throw urself out the window bc of ur school's evil fucked up floor plan

Rhoden, while still fairly small for his age, definitely isn't the same kid Silan met back then. There's a maturity to his jaw, his brow, that he's really come into since, and his voice has deepened considerably; anyone who might still initially mistake him for a much younger boy would be instantly enlightened the second he opened his mouth. And then they'd have to figure out how to politely decline a spontaneous interview proposal from a guy they'd thought was twelve two seconds ago.

when u get within a certain radius of him a giant health bar appears at the top of the screen & boss music starts playing

Today, though, was a photography day.

They were always Silan's favorites. He did enjoy his other tasks, in general, but none of them were as fun or freeing as photography.

It made him look at the world around him differently. Taking such a wide expanse of possibility and narrowing it down to that one perfect shot; knowing where to look and how to find potential. It was capturing a moment, but not just that; it was turning a moment, even the smallest, mundanest occurrence, into something timeless- into something special.

(And, of course, there were other perks to the job, but we'll get to those later.)

i am 100% certain said "perks" are getting to Observe chris at baseball practice which is a very funny juxtaposition to the previous paragraph

"photography is a timeless art form, truly nothing as magical or poignant could ever exist.... also i get to look at hot boys cha-CHING"

"Silan," she called out now in lieu of a team name, since the work of a photographer was mostly individual.

"I'm, uh, shooting baseball practice today."

😏

A few short minutes later, Silan was signing off for the club's camera, which he needed permission for every time. This was one of Mrs. Springet's few roles as an advisor, to make sure the camera wasn't being stolen. It was a nice camera, to be fair.

Oh To Steal The Journalism Club's Nice Camera

While Chaulden High did have a football team, the undisputed star of the show was the baseball team; with a coach that led them to victory time and time again, it wasn't hard to see why.

As such, the New Moon always made sure to leave room for a section on the team, even going as far as establishing a series they ran every year called "Dug-Ins & Outs," in which various members of the team were interviewed.

ok still proud of that title TBH

Which meant Silan was often sent to obtain shots of the team, which was no problem. Less than no problem. He was pretty fine with it, actually. Perhaps even looked forward to it, some might say.

Because Silan was definitely interested in the team, as a whole, all twenty-six members. All of them, and not a single one more than the rest. He would never single a specific member out to accidentally focus 90% of his attention on. That would be ridiculous, and highly unprofessional of him. Perish the thought.

…

So uh. Chris is on the baseball team,

cups hands around mouth fucken NERD

The coach, Mr. Wendell, stood with a clipboard tucked under his arm by the dugout, clapping and calling out to members who were lagging behind in the group of joggers. He always made Silan nervous, if he were honest. He was something of a hardass, with high expectations for his team and a grueling training regimen he held them all to. He had a loud voice and a firm handshake, was broad shouldered and tall, and if Silan weren't so intimidated by him he might even find him [REDACTED].

OK ALRIGHT CALM DOWN THERE BUDDY

CRASH!

Just as he clicked the shutter the chain-link fence behind him exploded into sound and he jumped violently, sending all of the birds flying. Heart pounding, he sat up and turned around to figure out what the hell that was.

On the other side of the fence was one of the team members leaning down to scoop up the offending ball as the coach's voice echoed across the field, "Stop fucking around, Neely!"

fucking Neely

It took him a good five or six more minutes to calm down, sitting there in the grass and pretending to flip through photos on his camera. This time he made sure to face the fence to avoid a repeat scenario- because of course, Silan was known to have the reflexes of a tiger and wouldn't even flinch were another ball to come hurling at the fence.

jotting this down in my Extremely True Silan Facts notebook

He sat on the very top row and zoomed in on the players, scattered across the field. The fence still sat between him and the rest of them, reaching high for maximum audience-shielding ability, so he decided to see how many of the players' heads he could frame perfectly within the open links in a single shot.

His average came out to about four, mostly because it was basically impossible to keep track of any more than that at once, but he did manage to get one with six on accident, so that was pretty neat. It didn't help that they were all constantly moving around- Silan probably would have had more luck trying this with the birds.

He spent about another twenty minutes doing this, occasionally moving to other parts of the bleachers for different angles to see if they made any difference (they didn't; the lower he went the wider the holes got but also the closer together the player's heads became, so it balanced out), before the main event, as far as he was concerned, finally began: batting.

silan: boy oh boy i can't wait to take pictures of the baseball team!!!

also silan: does this bullshit

Everyone knew baseball players looked coolest and most iconic when at bat, and anyone who disagreed was simply wrong (second best was pitching, third was sliding). Silan's opinion on this was in no way swayed by visuals of Chris that may or may not have been burned into his memory.

Evidence:

[three pictures of a batter, a pitcher, and a sliding athlete respectively side-by-side, the batter obviously being the coolest most hyped up one with dynamic lighting and stuff, whereas the pitcher and the slider are intentionally lame, like cheap-looking clip art or pictures where they're making really ugly faces]

im gonna lose my fuckin shit (no theres no actual pictures this was just a place holder for when i eventually found & inserted them which i was absolutely planning on doing)

He stayed on the other side of the fence, lest a stray ball hit him (or worse, the camera)

TRU

He was tall (he had several inches on Silan and a good few on Chris), and he was slender and lean and really quite handsome in general. His thick, curly black hair was neatly shaved close to his head and the corners of his jaw were pleasantly pronounced.

Not that Silan could see any of that from this distance, especially with the helmet obscuring most of it. But as a member of the newspaper club these were things he had to know. For professional reasons.

i believe him

He should have been adjusting his position to line up the perfect shot, but it was hard not to watch as Chris rose up on one foot, twisting his torso with his arms raised and clutching the ball- then sprung into action by slamming his foot back down into the dirt and following the momentum with his upper body, arm arcing into a powerful throw. A split second after Silan saw the ball hit the backboard he heard the noise, a loud, solid smack!

God. God.

SCREAMS ALRIGHT SILAN CALM DOWN FKFSKGNKSDJFKD

"Make sure you're getting my good side, yeah?" He joked, grinning and striking a stupid pose.

silan watching chris: beautiful. flawless. show stopping. groundbreaking. so so hot and sexy hehehauhaoehemeheuenana

silan watching lucas: clown ass motherfucker striking his goofy ass POSE what an idiot 000/10

"Yo," Devon greeted as he pulled himself to his feet, flashing his hand in a pseudo wave.

"H-hi," Silan answered haltingly, heart beating a little fast from the maneuver he'd just had to pull. Devon offered what Silan could only describe as a dashing grin before turning his attention back towards home.

hee hee hee hiiiiiii devonnnn *twirls hair* (silan impression)

They rarely talked but Devon had always come off as a nice guy with a friendly vibe. He'd certainly never referred to the newspaper club as Mooners- not that Silan had heard, anyway. Though it wouldn't be such a big deal if he did, since the nickname was pretty widespread at this point. But it was nice that he didn't.

Also, he really was quite handsome.

this would have been a very different story had silan gone for devon instead of chris, devon would NEVER pull the shit chris is about to pull in this story fksndkjfdkjg he doesn't even call them mooners 😭

(school newspaper is called the new moon so people call the club members new mooners, an extremely clever & funny joke that i came up with myself)

(ok context, silan was gonna take a pic of chris sliding (the team's doing this whole exercise where they alternate from pitching to hitting to sliding) but bc he was so focused on getting the shot he didn't realize the ball was headed right for him so chris collided w him trying to intercept it)

Silan turned around, seeing the coach standing with his arms crossed as Chris examined his elbow. He looked up when Silan moved.

"Thank Christ. That was stupid as hell, you both could've gotten way more hurt." He hadn't even checked if Silan had been injured. "Jumping over another guy like that. We're not a goddamn gymnastics routine."

"But I caught the ball," Chris grinned, holding it up and waggling it around. Silan immediately had to stop himself from asking if he could have it.

LMAO SILAN???????????? DOWN SO FUCKING BAD

As he walked off herding the team away, Chris stepped closer to Silan, instantly setting his heartbeat into overdrive, more than it already was.

"Your shoulder okay?" he asked with a gesture towards the shoulder in question, and Silan just about passed away on the spot.

when he checks if ur ok after he ran u the fuck over 😍😍😍

Then he looked to the left, in the direction Chris had tossed the ball just a minute ago, at the spot in the grass it had rolled to a stop.

The backboard of the catcher's box announced another missed swing, and Silan picked up the ball, examining it.

The object that had ruined his perfect shot. That had come careening directly towards Silan's head (or worse, the camera). That had resulted in the disastrous collision and subsequent injuries of Chris and Silan. That had wasted precious minutes of Coach Wendell's perfectly scheduled practice regimen.

He tucked it neatly away into his hoodie's front pocket and took a seat on the grass right where it had been.

STOLE THE FUCKING BASEBALL this is unhinged behavior and also exactly the kinda shit i would've pulled in high school 10/10

---

uhhhhhh that was chapter 1 and i feel i should perhaps stop here for now since this is getting like way longer than i thought it would lfksndlfmdkgj the whole thing is like. 30k ish words? i feel like i wrote about 3 or 4 chapters

i like. shoulda done this shit a few days ago so i could start writing again today (the 1st) but i was too busy drawing heehee uhhh whoopsieee >w<

its ok its fine this year i will make it to 50k easy peasy dont even worry abt it ;3 i will definitely not go back to drawing today that would be sooooooo silly and goofy of me hahaha :)

#sike i only did ch 1 in this post bc it got too long >:)#btw halloween report: we got FOUR groups of trick or treaters last night record high numbers #the neighborhood was bumpin. absolutely off the shits. wild fuckin night #i say this completely unironically btw. last few years we've had 2 at most #i was pogging #retag later #nnwm blogging

1 note · View note

khmarrenian · 9 months

Text

☁︎a small-silly-sorta abt + tag system pin post (will be edited as i feel the urge to silly return)

hey there; i do stuff and like lot's of stuff and have trouble doing things on time. a bit busy atm so i might respond late (sorry abt that!!)

i go by any pronouns (not including neos, ie just he/she/it/they), and i forgot what my name was!! (can't wait to get one ehehee-)

☁︎ ukr/eng + learning latin and polish (im trying (help) ☁︎ ∞ minor (late teens) ☁︎ creeps, westsplainers and vatnyks dni (if dni lists are still a thing) ☁︎

i'm sick of my old tag system so HERE YOU GO

#%иїо, for most reblogs

#art-rbyay, for reblogs of art by others

#queueeey, queue tag

#aCtualoriginalstufftent, for =} once in a blue moon (original posts, includes text posts)

#.ao, for a variety of things from 3am-postin' to 10 braincell posts and random thoughts

#khmartdump, an art archive sort of thing. posting old art or other such creations that may or may not be quality but sure are ~memories~.

#khmarrkin, for wips, discussions about them and whatever project i feel urged to work on at the moment

#khmarrawrings, - sillier doodles and some (often unfinished) sketches

i generally tag spoilers with the format of *titleacronym*S#E#spoilers (eg tgammS2E1spoilers) for tv shows, and "*fulltitle**year*spoilers" (eg thestepfordwives1975spoilers) for films. if a thing is tagged as a spoiler for the episode of a tv show assume it's spoilers for every following episode/installment. I'll often use 2 spoiler tags eg #tgammS2E15spoilers and #tgammS2E7lightspoilers where S2E15 is a brand-new episode that is the main concern of a post, but the post may still be a spoiler if you haven't watched S2E7 - it may be a smaller spoiler (say, a new character) but is still a spoiler, and you might want to steer clear. In all cases I'll be using variations of "*titleacronym* spoilers" (eg tgamm spoilers) alongside the aformentioned tags. I'll try to stay consistent with my spoiler tagging (and use more spoiler tags in general) so you hopefully don't get spoiled, and I apologize for the confusion caused by this fairly convoluted system!!

you can check out my old tag system in the about page - some of my old posts use that old system so if you stumble upon them, checking that might be useful. Here's some stuff I'm into and which you may find on this blog (depending on how things go and whether i,, yk, actually post:

Wander Over Yonder

The Ghost and Molly McGee

Amphibia

The Owl House

Bee and Puppycat

ENA

(+Gravity Falls, OtGW, Steven Universe, She-Ra and SVTFOE but i'm not too into them rn)

Keytars, if that counts

Lemon Demon

Tally Hall

Jack Stauber and Will Wood to some degree. Although I'm not too well-versed on either to be fair.

The Beatles

The Stepford Wives (1975)

Stranger Things

Horrible Histories (+the six idiots themselves)

that's it for now. I'll update this whenever I please, mbyeeee *have a great day whoever you are btw

#pinned post #no tags #ironically #wait is this actually ironic #or literally just how it's supposed to be?#idc idc #it's ironic enough for me❤︎#+bc it's sillier that way

0 notes

dirt-grub · 3 years

Photo

how we feelin pinescone nation here’s a wip

#connor creates #ive been doing a lot of art lately but not posting and if i dont post this i might explode lol #yeah this is based on that one scene from my fic B) i will keep promoting that im super proud of it lol #god this is so messy lol im justifying it bc its a wip but man #whatevs i can always finish tomorrow lol i gotta rest my back is killing me #i feel the need to say sorry for all the pinescone but also no i dont #sir those are my emotional support gay people #pinescone #gravity falls #otgw #all aeons mix #yeah im making a tag for my fic what about it #it may become like more than one fic so hey might as well

188 notes · View notes

lollipopfog · 3 years

Photo

I’ve kinda Given Up on ever completing this soo.. here it is, in all its WIP glory.

So like, way back in July when I started this, I was thinking about how I would go about a crossover between Danny Phantom and Gravity Falls and I had a Thought™. Presenting:

AU in which Dani (going by Ellie) appears the same age as Danny.

One summer, they go on a road trip, probably with Sam Tucker and Jazz too.

They tell everyone they meet they are twins.

At some point, they end up in Gravity Falls, where they meet the Pines Twins.

Mabel takes one look at them and decides that they Must Be Befriended Immediately.

This is as far as I got. Dunno what comes next.

Shenanigans, probably.

#Danny Phantom #Gravity Falls #danny fenton #dani phantom #dipper pines #mabel pines #WIP #my art #sorry for not posting any art in like. months #i've kinda caught the mcyt brainrot #i've not made any art for it yet #but i want to #and im wondering wheather i should make a side blog #or just say screw it and post it here #hmmmm #also this was like #a style experimentation #and i'm glad i did it #but i don't think i'm going to return to this style

109 notes · View notes

seven-stars-in-his-palm · 4 months

Note

Ford pines for headcanons?

YES FUCKCING YES GIRL!!!!!!!! LETS A GO !

A (Realisitic): lovessssss doodling on paper. has an affinity for eyes (;]), swirlies, scribbles, and creatures. whatever he can get his damned hands on he will doodle on it and he will do it happily. my boy's an artist ❤️❤️

B (Not Realistic But Funny): honestly in canon ford's probably into music too much but i can see him being an period music fan. abba, queen (teehee), freetwood mac, david bowie, etc. that's just his VIBE to me, not in the crowley way but in his own strong inks and cigarette smoke way. i associate thoss things with him as well as anythinf existing before 1982 with him alot if u didnt know. i still see something and go "ford missed this 😔" or "ford didn't miss this! 😁" in a sad or happy tone at least once a day /srs. oh i love this guy

C (Heart-Crushing): this kinda collides with D but im keeping it in that category. soul crushing? ford never knowing what to hope for in regards to stan on the other side. whenever he has time to think about it, he isnt sure whether to imagine him in his house or dead in a ditch, and the mystyer honestly scares him more than he'd like to admit. ford kinda treats it like schrodinger's cat in a way--as long as he never confirms, it could really be anything, and that absolves him of any potential guilt. so. (also: that he celebrates holidays out in the multiverse too, when possible. makeshift menoras, pastries in substitute of bday cakes, lighting sticks during new years. just for the sense of grounding. ALSO alsohe's spent at least 3 birthdays in a prison cell or very hurt. so. yeah)

D (Unrealistic but FUCK CANON): has always stuggled with addiction, especially with antidepressants or alcohol. thus sort of snowballs into a whole "if this makes me feel good i cannot have for more than needed" but still ends upgrappling with it anyway. he suffered MAJORRRR withdrawlel when portal stranded and since then swore off it bc he drank the most under bill's influence. it's very important to me and i need more fics about it sooooooo bad, bc while i HAVE written my own, i think someone else is needed to do it justice. now that im remembering this i HAVE read some with this hc and they were beautiful and i need to reread them again and i need to REWATCH THIS DAMN SHOW SO I CAN READ AND WRITE SOME FIC AGAI .... also there IS some evidence as extracted by @/callipraxia (need to find that meta again) but i DOUBT that would ever be canon bc of the kid show rating. (watch the book of bill canonize this seven fucking months from now. i swear to god..../j)

TY FOR THE ASK!!!!!! 💖💖

#this mightbe unprompted but i just wanna preface this saying #just becauss you see gomens on ur dash almost exclusively now doesnt mean im just a gomens blog #like i still love gravity falls SOOO MUCHHHH like ur never gonna get rid of that that was my FIRST fandom #thats the one where i found all my friends!!! thats what we bonded over and still talk about!!!! i am still the ford person #(if you'd like me to be!)#and im likely never gonna let that go regardless of how far it may slink in the background #i still have a whole shelf dedicated to my merch for it for FUCK'S SAKE #i just reallyyyyyyy need to rewatch it. but im scared of rewatching things especially since theyre so long lmao #i also.need.to continue my fic! and get stanuary up and running GOD DAMN IT!#wait FICS. its TWO gf wips i have AURGHHHHHHHH #i need to revive my love. i can feel it on the precipise but im not yet in touch. i'l get back there i PROMISE !!! none of u are safe >:)))#ask game #the guys (with a z!)#sorry for the long text jacky i was just unloaded djbdndndddjs #god man now that im thinkinf about it again there some damn fics i need to read/reread. I NEED TO REWATCH GRABITY FALLS #I WILL. STARTING TOMORROW. I NEED TO DO IT TO REFRESH ON MABEL AND STAN FOR STANUARY AND THE FIC PASS THING ANYWAY. IMA DO IT.... PROMMY

8 notes · View notes

magiwou-meowvin · 4 years

Text

Author meme

tagged by @krisseycrystal SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO DO ILYSM

Author Name: inabsurd (AO3)

Fandoms you write for: Natsume Yuujinchou, Gravity Falls, Tales of Berseria, Persona 5, I’m working on my first Fullmetal Alchemist fic, def wanna do one for Be More Chill, Death Note, and Terror in Resonance, I’m starting to write original...yeah too many shfghjhgfdfg

Where you post: AO3 babey!

Most popular oneshot: OH MY DAD!STAN AU IN SAFE HANDS JUST SURPASSED MY PREV. MOST POPULAR FIC AND IM SO PROUD

Favourite story you wrote: oh gosh um I have an unfinished super power au for NatsuYuu sitting in my wip folder it’s like 10k+ and still ongoing but man I love the lore I had going on dfghjfdfghj. Of my posted works, Something Else, Something New is probably my fav I put in a lot of double entendre references into that one

Story you were nervous to post: EVERY SINGLE ONE. Of course the worst has to be Fulfilled, my NatsuYuu big bang fic. Tbh it was kind of a rushed project and I just know that thing is riddled with typos. I’m going to take it down and heavily revamp it one day but I’m not strong enough rn

How do you choose your titles: usually just from phrases in the work tbh lol

Do you outline? I try not to because every fic I’ve ever outlined doesn’t end up finished idk what’s up with that but I’m way better at winging fics than planning them

# Complete: I think fifteen! Only thirteen are up on AO3 rn but I got one incoming and a sequel in the making after that

In Progress: please don’t make me count I have been hoarding wips for YEARS. I do have one multi-chap orig in progress rn tho which is brand new to me so I’m super excited about that

Do you accept prompts: YEAH ACTUALLY! I’m uh participating in two writing bingos (which I need to work on more but shhhh) so if you wanna leave an ask anything NOT crossed off or circled is free game and I’ll write for any of the above fandoms 👀👀

OKAY NOW THAT ALL OF THAT IS DONE I HAVE NO IDEA WHO TO TAG BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN I DIDN’T DO THIS WHILE IT WAS STILL GOING AROUND SO FEEL FREE TO JUST GO FOR IT IF YOU WANNA PARTICIPATE

#tag game #writing #about me #LEAVE ME PROMPTS NONE OF THE ONES I HAVE RN ARE LISTENING TO ME #fluff bingo #bad things happen bingo #b posts

6 notes · View notes

bakudekuficlibrary · 6 years

Text

BakuDeku: ABO AU Part I

5 Series. 65 Works.

Click here for Part II!

Quiet Rapture by lalazee ( E | 29,113+ | 8/? )

That ABO fic where cocky Alpha Bakugou falls in mate-love at first scent, while Midoriya is just a poor bookstore-owning Omega who got his nose punched in is a kid and can't smell a damn thing. Also known as: That time an Alpha had to use his actual personality to woo his mate instead of relying on his scent.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Alexithymia by DriftingGlass ( M | 61,246 | 10/11 )

It’s as if he’s inhaling a breath of snow and ashes—a shock and choke in his throat, strangely reminiscent of the day he realized that the birthmark blooming on his shoulder was identical to the drawings on his childhood friend’s desk.

Now, twelve years later, it only confirms Izuku’s impending doubts that, yes, he is now legally claimed by Katsuki Bakugou.

[ THIS FIC HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED. ]

[Underage]

He's Mine by Dracien ( T | 42,055+ | 28/? )

Katsuki staked his claim a long time ago and fuckers need to back the hell up!

Oddly Beautiful by totalweebshit (Darkshadow) ( Not Rated | 26,738+ | 7/? )

Izuku was the outcast omega of the Hetjan tribe. With his father having left him and his mother years ago the two of them lived alone in relative peace. However, everything changed when the rival tribe, Irae, attacked and one hot tempered alpha, Katsuki Bakugo, decided to take Izuku as his own.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con]

How to Train Your Shitty Omega by deanvspanties ( E | 80,130+ | 11/? )

Izuku will have Bakugou's knot. He's Izuku's alpha after all.

I'm sorry for this, but I just had an image in my head of omega!Izuku destroying the school, hunting down Bakugou, and demanding his knot.

Gravity by warschach ( E | 71,477 | 10/10 )

Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.

Not that he cares, pfft.

Ha, Izuku Midoriya caring about Katsuki Bakugou, thinking he's pretty cute and not half bad once you get past the asshole persona; though that gargantuan ego of his could take a dive off a very tall cliff.

(Fine, he cares.)

the last dragon-blood king by claimedbydaryl ( E | 107,009 | 13/13 )

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end.

Lost Omega by GreyDayMoon ( Not Rated | 36,940+ | 12/? )

Izuku was just trying to take care of himself and his mother but a single slip up sends him into unfamiliar territory where he encounters an aggressive alpha who drags him into tribe life.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage]

Never Too Old To Learn by iknewaman ( E | 26,115 | 4/4 )

Katsuki has only ever heard of how omegas behave when nesting, but actually seeing it happen is… educational, to say the least.

[Series] The (Im)Proper Way to an Alpha-Omega Courtship by halcyonwhispers ( M&E | 14,633+ | 2 Works | WIP )

Congratulations! You and your alpha/omega are about to begin a beautiful relationship. Whether or not you decided to date beforehand or jump straight into courting matters not, just as long as you and your potential mate are committed to following the guidelines.

Things to know:

1. The most primal instinct of many is to mate right away with your potential candidate. Alpha ruts and unsuppressed Omega heats are a mighty big temptation in this pairing, but it's all up to willpower and holding patience.

2. Mess up step one.

[Underage]

Replace Your Brain with Your Heart by Damalia (Achrya) ( E | 8,961+ | 3/? )

Katsuki has always known Deku was his, he just didn't fucking like it. Who wanted some shitty Quirkless beta as a mate? Not him. Except now he's not so Quirkless or, it seems, a beta either and, after a heated exchange in the locker room, it's a lot harder to ignore what he's always known. Doesn't mean he won't keep trying.

And He Was Magnificent by Skaii, SugarbabyIzuku ( E | 4,134+ | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku is an omega slave, born into a life of subservience. He's trapped, never to reach his dreams of something more; until he's thrust headfirst into the world of Bakugou Katsuki, the crown prince of Incendium Kingdom. Now, Izuku must adjust to a new life as Katsuki's slave—while a war that threatens to shake the land looms on the horizon.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Lips, Teeth, Hands by litathesissy ( E | 2,044 | 1/1 )

“Fuck me,” his omega said, and Katsuki dissolved.

Heroes Can Be Cute by GreyDayMoon, ImmortalPanda ( Not Rated | 45,033+ | 19/? )

Inko had an unexpected guest come home to dinner with her husband. Her four year old tried to befriend the obviously unstable boy and she worries for him.

This fanfic follows Izuku after he befriends Tomura at a young age. They eventually separate onto their own paths of heroics and villainy. Along the way Izuku reconnects with Bakugou and they plan for a bright future as heroes. Let's just hope all the secrets Izuku has to keep doesn't get in the way.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Subliminal Desires by DMMegsie ( E | 6,351 | 1/1 )

Being at the top is hard. Public apperances, travelling the world, and fighting villains to boot.

Yet at the end at the end of the day sometimes it is good to just sit back and relax.

At least that's what Katsuki Bakugou is thinking when returning home from another trip to his apartment and Izuku.

Scream Like A Banshee, Make You Jump Out Of Your Skin. by RahRaZorBlade ( E | 2,235 | 2/2 )

Midoriya presents as an Omega in the middle of class, and unfortunately for everyone they witness the moment Bakugou finds out who his soulmate is.

Hell's Occupants by AlchemyandHeroAnalysis ( M | 64,272+ | 13/? )

Katsuki was in hell. Absolute. Fucking. Hell.

The only saving grace from this whole situation was that Katsuki definitely knew he wasn’t in heat. Despite all the similar symptoms, he had yet to feel any trace amount of slick nor the familiar warmth he associated with his monthly heats.

So what the actual fuck is going on?

Summary: Katsuki goes into a nesting frenzy and begins to exhibit behavior no one would have ever really expected of him.

Mature Rating and Underage Warning just in case. Extra Warning: Author is prone to frequent editing updates-my bad!!!! D:

The Bonds that Bind Us by DMMegsie ( M | 28,298+ | 5/? )

Travelling with his trading caravan, Izuku is on his way home when they stumble across an already heated battle in the middle of an open field in the dead of night. Being mistaken as part of attacking party, Izuku finds himself fighting off the fabled Demon King of the Mountains of Fire.

However, during the battle, Izuku breaks a necklace on the Demon King that held an unspoken promise from his mother from long ago, which changes everything.

Nothing ever as it seems, nor is it simple. As an omega of elven descent, Izuku has a lot to learn about the greater world and himself. The same could be said of the half dragon lord of the mountain.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con]

[Series] A/B/O x My Hero Academia by GreyLiliy ( M | 54,311+ | 2 Works | WIP )

My works featuring the My Hero Academia characters and pairings in the Alpha/Beta/Omega AU. Multiple takes on the AU & ratings and contents will vary.

Night Out by Morpheel ( E | 20,527+ | 4/? )

When news spreads around about Ground Zero's rise to the Top Ten Heroes list, leave it to his "friends" to plan a special get-together for their group.

Too bad that get-together included a trip to the local Omegan strip club; which Bakugou was firmly not interested in. Why the fuck would he want to go to a club where you stand with a bunch of other sweaty Alphas just to stare up at some scantily clad Omegas? It's completely goddamn pointless.

That's what he kept telling himself. At least, until he wound up enraptured by a special dancer with the code name "Deku".

out of my head of my heart of my mind by calcidekudine (calciseptine) ( E | 7,956+ | 4/? )

"I didn’t take my pills," Katsuki announces as he steps boldly into Izuku's space. "It will be here soon."

Flower Bouquet by MaiaMizuhara ( M | 90,620+ | 15/? )

The flowers sprout from night to morning like moles, although they looked more like faint tattoos. Each flower, as well as their color, tells us about the personality of their bearer. Their location identifies the type of person—chest, upper back and shoulders for an alpha (strength, fierceness and protection); hands, legs and face for a beta (hard work, safety and confidence); and finally, abdomen, stomach and lower back for the omega (motherhood, sweetness and sensuality). Every year, the tattoos are enhanced, they bloom and spread throughout the body of their bearer.

With sixteen years, Izuku does not have a flower, but in his memories flashes the red of the gladiolus flower against the skin of Katsuki. It is the memory he has and with it his desire to return home is revived; but things are never easy.

(AU. Three kingdoms, and a war about to explode.)

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

New To Both Of Us by GrumpyTanner, underoriginal ( E | 12,646+ | 6/? )

Bakugou hadn't expected this when he got his first (and only!) Pet on a whim. He hadn't expected the nibbling, the teasing, the fear...

And he definitely hadn't expected to find the love of his life. But here he is, with a rabbit and a hard-on. What's a hero to do?

We Are The Wild Ones by Damalia (Achrya) ( E | 6,390+ | 3/4 )

Tumblr request: "Katsuki in a rut imagining snatching Izuku on his way to school and fucking him. can you write an explicit au where he does that?"

I can. And did.

[Rape/Non-Con]

Our Lives On Fire by KaeLash ( E | 41,244+ | 14/? )

Katsuki Bakugo is the ultimate alpha. He finally has the life he’s always wanted but never thought he deserved. He’s an Olympic gold medalist and his career as a trainer is reaching new unbelievable levels of success. He’s married to Izuku Midoriya, an omega, whom he’s unadmittedly been in love with since they were kids.

They’ve just become new parents to a baby boy, Kazuki.

After becoming a father he still hasn’t been able to make peace with the ghosts of his past.

And what he finds even worse than that...he hasn’t been able to mate with his sexy omega in months...

Bakugo is at the end of his rope on his journey of accepting his rocky, mysterious past and becoming a husband and a new daddy.

(Hopefully he’ll get to tie Deku up with a rope again really soon...)

*Alpha/Beta/Omega Universe

Oubaitori by DriftingGlass ( M | 32,666+ | 4/16 )

From the moment he was born, Izuku understood that he was different. He was a rarity, an omega; not necessarily seen as useful or even desirable. It didn't take long, however, for his entire future to be placed in the hands of an alpha, one by the name of Katsuki Bakugo.

Through many pitfalls, confusion, and pains of growing up in a city where both are outcasts of their own kind, it takes more than just the threads of instinct and arranged contracts to bring two hearts together.

Love isn't fate. It's pure luck.

[Underage]

Dark Side by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 16,247+ | 11/? )

ABO prompt fills, as requested on tumblr.

1. "You're mine, now. To knot and breed as long as I want you." Alpha Izuku/Omega Katsuki 2. “What’s this, slick? You’re actually getting turned on by this? I knew omegas were good for nothing whores!” Alpha Katsuki/Omega Izuku 3. “S—stop, I can’t think straight right now, your pheromones are making it too hard…” Alpha Katsuki/Omega Izuku 4. "I love it when you moan like that." "You’ve been good, so I’m going to let you come" Alpha Izuku/Omega Katsuki 5. "Bite Me" Alpha Izuku/Omega Katsuki 6 and 7. "Ride Me" Alpha Katsuki/Omega Izuku 8. Omega tossing their Alpha over the shoulder" O!Izuku/A!Katsuki 9. Squirting, O!Iida/A!Todoroki 10. O!Izuku/A!Katsuki, Snake Shifters, Snake Charmers, and a bathroom hookup. 11. "Let Me See" Creampie, O!Iida, A!Todoroki, A!Shinsou

Series Part 2 of Dark ABO

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con]

Cinnamon Bun Bun by DarkMachi ( M | 20,124+ | 12/? )

In a world with humanoid creatures called "pets", Katsuki Bakugou finds himself suddenly the owner of a timid curly haired rabbit. How the fuck did that happen? Will the reluctant new owner and abandoned pet be the best thing for each other or will it end in disaster? Only the tags will ever know.

*This story is mostly about fluff and more fluff. Warning and "past" tags for a backstory chapter almost exclusively. Will warn at the beginning of any chapter with sensitive issues.*

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con]

A Helping Hand. by theweakestthing ( E | 4,248 | 1/1 )

Knees to the floor, no matter how hard he tried to get back on his feet his legs wouldn't move, not in the other's presence. His body wanted him on the floor, his body wanted him to open his mouth and beg, that wasn't him at all. That wasn't who Bakugou was, he wouldn't put his face to the floor for anyone.

Of all the people to force him to his knees, Midoriya was possibly the last person in the universe he'd ever want to do that for. The thought alone that the other was an alpha was surprising, maybe if he had the presence of mind to examine his interactions with Midoriya he might have been kicking himself, it wasn't like he cared it just seemed to him that the universe was working against him somehow.

He'd had a very long string of luck, now it seemed that he'd finally run out.

Instincts by HG_Wells ( E | 4,184 | 2/2 )

Izuku presents as a very special and VERY rare type of Omega and enters the worst heat imaginable, he needs to find an equally as rare Alpha to help him with this problem. Not so thankfully, he knows only one person that is able to help him with this situation. His very own personal bully.

Bakugou Katsuki.

[Underage]

[Series] BNHA: Hybrid A/O/B Works by Morpheel ( E | 25,512+ | 3 Works | WIP )

Storge by Mellosweet ( G | 7,585 | 3/3 )

“Hold on,” Aizawa said, his voice harsh as if he couldn’t believe what he was just told “let me see if I heard it right. You went to Midoriya’s house with Eri and Kouta, because they wanted to see him, but Midoriya is in heat. Then he called the kids his ‘pups’, took them to his bedroom, and now Bakugou won’t let you near the house?” “Yes” Togata looked up to the building behind him “What should I do?” Aizawa sighs “I am not paid enough for this.”

[Series] Time waits for none by Gladiolus ( G | 5,896+ | 3 Works | WIP )

Alternate universe featuring younger Bakugou Katsuki and four years older Midoriya Izuku. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics will be included but neither quirks or the hero business will be.

Everything will take place in the same universe.

Notes: This will be slow-burn.

Currently on HIATUS. Maybe permanently, I am so sorry.

Izuku's Home for Wayward Pets by glamour_weeb ( E | 5,697+ | 3/? )

Izuku works at the Bureau of Companion Protection as a rehabilitator for abused and abandoned Companions, animal-human hybrids. He’s seen his fair share of cruelty cases and even fostered a few Companions, but he’s never had a Companion of his own, until now. After rescuing Katsuki from a life in an illegal, underground Companion fighting ring, Izuku must take in the wolfdog that no one else can handle.

Eventually, Katsuki comes to love his new home, as well as his new Master.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

The Rarity by bittybitt39 ( E | 24,926+ | 7/? )

Midoriya Izuku had been promised at the age of four to his once dear friend, Bakugou Katsuki. Their mothers thought it smart to betroth the two in the hopes that Izuku would be protected and taught in the safety of the guards Mitsuki could provide until the day he was old enough to come to the south kingdom. After all, it was not everyday that the rarity of a male omega was born within these times.

Izuku grows up knowing he is promised, and has vague memories of his alpha from his younger days. He is also gifted, in more ways than one when his teacher Toshinori confronts his mother with Izuku being named as his successor. But a war breaks out between the kingdoms of the north and east, and the betrothed are separated far longer than the royal family would have hoped. But the war raging keeps them separated besides a few letters that are received from those that were brave enough to run through the war lands.

The Duo by furipuri ( M | 21,385+ | 8/? )

As children, Katsuki and Izuku make the promise to become a duo hero team. Things don't go quite as planned.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Spiral by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 30,795+ | 9/? )

Katsuki and Izuku have a heated encounter in the school bathroom. It sets off something dark between them and, for better or worse, there will be no going back.

Series Part 1 of Dark ABO Part 1 of Downward Spiral

[Rape/Non-Con]

Still by my side by Rinba ( T | 9,678 | 8/8 )

He looked tired? No he looked exhausted. His skin paler than usual, and his build even though larger, looked to have lost some definition.

He looked, he looked like, "Shit, you look like shit," the blonde spat, "Smell like shit too."

Izuku laughed. It was a wet laugh almost hoarse.

"I'm pregnant Kaachan."

Series Part 1 of Still by my side

Fate Be Damned! by the_sukekiyo_vandal ( M | 39,976+ | 5/? )

The Tribe located in the Valley of Midoriya was a green paradise for all. Well, except for Deku, one of the few Omegas in the village. His life was cursed the moment his mother gave birth to him. Fate dictated that Deku lead a life of submission to inevitably become an Alpha’s possession. So-called fate be damned! Deku decides to forge his own path in life leading him to a volatile dragon king with a fiery temper and a penchant for unnecessary arguments.

cliff's edge by umbrage ( E | 3,061 | 1/1 )

Bakugou is sure there's a perfectly alpha-centric explanation to his deviancy.

Or maybe, there isn't, and that's okay, too.

where i feel you the most by shousanki ( E | 3,899 | 1/1 )

In which Katsuki comes 1) to terms with Izuku's screwy biology almost as unpredictable as the person himself, and 2) down Izuku's warm and willing throat.

Get By With A Little Help by SpectrumArcadia ( M | 1,700 | 1/1 )

Midoriya goes into heat early and asks his childhood friend to scent him so he can safely get home without being accosted.

[Series] what’s mine is mine by xenodickery ( E | 20,538+ | 3 Works | WIP )

You. Me. The Moon. by Copkilla1990 ( E | 41,118+ | 10/? )

it started with katsuki's uncontrollable werewolf wet dreams. or something like that

Series Part 1 of hallow

Marshmallow by choimarie ( Not Rated | 3,359 | 1/1 )

day 3: tears

“Yo! Look at what we have here!” A voice said loudly and Izuku's heart stopped.

He turned around, his eyes widening.

A group of six alphas was walking his way towards him.

Series Part 3 of Bakudeku week 2k18

Kintsugi by Agent_Fluff ( Not Rated | 13,871+ | 3/? )

Midoriya Izuku is about to be named Chief of the Heitan tribe. He suffers doubts of whether or not he can be as good of a leader as Chief Toshinori was before him, especially since he's a male omega, something his tribe considers to be a bad omen. As the night goes on, he feels more at ease with himself, until the neighbouring Chikara tribe decide to pay the peaceful tribe a visit.

Mine! by Cotton_Candy_Apple ( T | 3,543+ | 5/? )

Katsuki has had a crush on Izuku since he was little and the Omega came over to watch him. (Which made no sense because "Izuku was only 3 years older than me, MOM!")

Izuku was the softest sweetest person around and Katsuki loved making him happy. He just hoped he could keep Izuku happy without having to give him up to anyone.

Homemade Happiness by Siduki ( M | 27,664+ | 5/? )

There was probably a bigger chance for Izuku to win the lottery then for this to happen, unfortunately instead of getting filthy rich overnight, Izuku had managed to choose the worst fucking person in the world to be his sperm donor.

a love story about an IUI, an extreme coincidence and two people seriously destined to be together no matter what

Go the Fuck to Sleep by glamour_weeb ( T | 869 | 1/1 )

Izuku can't sleep and Katsuki takes care of him aka Izuku is needy and Katsuki is whipped.

Takes place during the training camp.

The words that changed our fate by Boozombie ( Not Rated | 18,138+ | 12/? )

Kacchan’s last words to Izuku and izuku’s last words to the world changed their fates. One was a hot head alpha with a bloated ego, the other a quirkless omega who believed no one in the world could love him, but as their paths diverge they learn they were more connected than they ever thought possible.

“Pray you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof”

Kacchan never would have thought that would be the last thing he’d say to his estranged best friend, the boy he had long forgotten the promise to protect from the world who thought him weak.

“You can not be a hero without a quirk”

All might wouldn’t have been so harsh had he realized the delicate state the omega had been in, it wasn’t like him to let his own failings effect how he spoke to those he swore to protect.

“He’s right, no one will miss a quirkless omega like me”

Izuku didn’t know anyone else was listening to the words he planned to be his last.

“I will”

It was Kai’s first words to Izuku that truly changed the path of these boys lives though.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage]

Fingers Trace You by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 3,313 | 1/3 )

When Izuku decided to bring Katsuki soup it was because he thought the omega was sick. When it turns out he's actually in heat, and has decided to accept the food as an 'offering' of sorts and invites him inside, things go in a very unexpected direction. ...or not that unexpected.

Dear Fellow Traveler by Morpheel ( E | 19,863+ | 4/? )

On the verge of completing a cure that would see to the end of many common ailments, Alchemist Izuku Midoriya grows desperate at the realization that he is missing a key ingredient to his brew.

However the blanket of night looms overhead, promising trouble to any who would dare venture out into the deadened woods at these hours. Many travelers have lost their lives braving the dangers of the forest, but it's a risk that Izuku must take, as the concoction would be unusable by the crack of dawn.

Yet the forest was never supposed to hold Werewolves.

Sorely unprepared for a run-in with the Alpha of a desperate pack, Izuku is captured, and held hostage within their ranks. In the midst of a clan afflicted with illness and death, Midoriya must survive the temperament of clan leader Bakugo Katuski, while attempting to find a cure for their affliction.

Easier said than done.

Series Part 1 of BNHA: Fantasy AU

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

A Nest for the Best by Camellia_Sinensis ( T | 1,007 | 1/1 )

Deku’s been nesting and asking everyone in 1-A for pieces of clothing for his horde. Everyone, that is, except Katsuki. Cue the jealousy.

Series Part 1 of Dorks in Love (oneshots)

Mine!Mine!Mine! by Chuchutu ( M | 1,376 | 1/1 )

Plotbunnies

Younger Alpha!Katsuki and Older Omega!Izuku

Katsuki staked his claim a long time ago and fuckers need to back the hell up!

[Underage]

You Speak To Me In Riddles by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 14,163+ | 3/? )

Katsuki isn't lonely, exactly, but...well, maybe he's lonely. Maybe that leads him to clicking the link for a video from a Cam Omega and, as pathetic as it is, coming back again and again. Maybe he's a little more into 'Usagi' than he has any right to be. And then there's Izuku Midoriya, useless quirkless beta fuck, who comes back into his life changed. Older, colder, bitter. Angry, with Katsuki more than anyone or anything else and yet Katsuki can't stay away or keep from getting more and more involved, even when a new threat in his hero life threatens to strike closer to home than ever.

Starting over is hard, earning forgiveness even harder, and dealing with nothing being what he thought it was hardest of all.

Formerly: It's Too Cold For You

For Public Use by DrProblematic ( E | 6,272 | 1/1 )

“I don’t think you quite understand your situation, Deku. You see—” Katsuki’s other hand joined the one on the boy’s lower back just before he slowly — suggestively — swept them down, settling on either side of Izuku’s hips. His fingers dug into his flesh through the fabric of his uniform pants, and the boy stiffened. “You’re in no position to be giving me fucking orders.”

[Rape/Non-Con | Underage]

Here's To A Happy Ending by Daiako (Achrya) ( M | 10,625+ | 4/? )

When all the alphas in a class start their ruts at the same time it’s jokingly called Rut Season. 3 to 4 weeks of prickly, fussy, emotional alphas going around preening, strutting, and competing for the attention of the ones they want to court; a little annoying but more or less harmless. Class 3A is pretty sure they know how it’s going to go, and who will go for who, but it turns out to be far more complicated than anyone expects.

Cacophony by dekued ( T | 7,710+ | 2/3 )

Izuku didn't mind being an omega, not really. It almost made him unique.

Katsuki minds everything about Deku. It especially starts to bother him when all of a sudden Deku is no longer quirkless and being swarmed by alpha assholes.

[Rape/Non-Con]

What is this? The beginning of a porno? by JiJiHadidnt ( E | 4,625 | 2/2 )

“Did somebody order a pizza?”

“What is this? The beginning of a porno?”

“Shut up Nerd just let me in.”

Izuku and Bakugou handle their argument over celebrity crushes in an interesting way

Nebulous by ProblematicPercival ( M | 8,402+ | 2/? )

“I was under the impression we were here to talk about our rescue, not Ground Zero and Deku’s lack of a functional relationship.” Of course, half-n-half managed to condescend to him through the TV, maybe he didn’t have anything going for him.

Or the AU in which Katsuki and Izuku imprinted on each other as children and it only makes things worse because Izuku seeks him out for nestings and Katsuki is a prickly boy.

Shocker by aCoffinIsTheLastThingINeed (THePaRaNoiD) ( T | 1,408 | 1/1 )

It surprises almost everybody when Bakugou comes into the room one day smelling like cinnamon and apples. The unofficial, unpublished and nonexistent rulebook of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas state that “... in the time where a person of age 15-16 presents their secondary gender, they will obtain a scent… the secondary gender ‘Beta’ obtains 1 scent, the gender ‘Omega’ obtains 2, while the last secondary gender, ‘Alpha’, obtains 3”. - tl;dr Bakugou presents as an omega and everyone is shocked

Series Part 1 of mirum! - BNHA

This Is Me by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 2,604 | 1/1 )

Being pregnant kind of sucks. Between desk duty, out of control instincts, a body he can barely stand, and everyone around him turning into even bigger useless fucks Katsuki is kind of over it.

Izuku is...Izuku. Perfect. Loving. Patient. Katsuki hates him so much.

Series Part 2 of 12 days of naughty and nice

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #Masterlist #bkdkfl masterlist #w:violence #w:underage #w:rape #g:au #au:abo #long post #BNHA #curator ellie

741 notes · View notes

rubyxsapphire25 · 7 years

Photo

2/15/16

MILLION THANKS TO GRAVITY FALLS TEAM FOR BRINGING US THE LAUGHTER, THE THRILLS AND THE TEARS.

#gravity falls #happy fallversary #mystery twins #my doodle #my art #probably wip #sorry for the mess btw #im gonna miss these guys #gf fandom is still running and you know that #sorry for the late post cause of thr mothereffin prefi

3 notes · View notes

doux-ciel · 5 years

Text

Gift Of Life. Hoping for a Miracle

Soundtrack: 🎵 🎵 🎵

Character Aesthetics: 🔥 🔥 🔥

Tagged: @youngdumbxlit @cvlms @jess---writes @jadeswritinggarden @bambimattel @requiemdelune @blackandwhitesunsets @bzrtales @viviscreams @thewriterkatie @erinisawriter @seraphilth @godxblooded

*Im going to have a link to my post in which it asks if you want to be tagged in my WIP’S*

If so click here -> ✨ ✨ ✨

|Trigger Warning| Book does contain talk of death, Depression, Eating Disorders, Angst, Emotionally heavy topics.

⚠⚠ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! ⚠⚠

“Mom why is the sky blue?”

I reply to my curious 8 year old daughter who was laying in the frosty grass of my backyard; her striped rainbow hat had fallen beside her face. “I don't know”

“Mom why is the grass green?” She asks as she plucks a blade of grass, her fingers melting the icy substance.

She never runs out of questions to ask. I place my book down on the end table that was near the patio chair. “I don't know sweetie”

“Mom why can't I have a sister or a brother?”

“That I definitely don't know” I chuckle a little while bringing my hot tea to my lips, taking a sip. Counting the calories in my head, I close my eyes just for a moment to enjoy this feeling; knowing soon it would be over. I place my mug down focusing my attention on my 4’1 fair skinned daughter who had jumped up from the icy ground and ran over to me. “You don't love all the attention I’m giving you?”

While in my arms she answered. “Attention is for animals at the zoo, Lindsey at school her mom just had a baby…..I want a baby too”

I take my cold hands placing them on her rosy cheeks, bringing her face closer to mines giving each other Eskimo kisses. “I do too darling” She giggles and backs away from me, taking a seat next to me on the patio chair. She grabs her mug, bringing the now cool hot chocolate to her lips.

We both turn our heads over to the fence that encompasses our backyard when we hear a familiar voice. My mother-in-laws voice fills my ears; Natasia holds her hands out and crouches down to be at the same level with Adalynn who was currently running to her grandmother. “Hey there's my little sweet cake”

“Grandma!!” Adalynn exclaims, her short arms wrap around the elderly woman’s neck.

Natasia lifts up Adalynn while picking up her scarf that had fallen from their previous encounter. “Are you ready for ice skating today?”

Adalynn nods, now placing her head on Natasia’s neck. “Yes I'm ready”

I see Natasia’s eyes shift over to me, she has a look of disapproval. I then see her nutmeg colored eyes observe Adalynn’s attire, seeing as how she is in her knit grey leggings, a yellow coat and her uggs. Basically what Natasia is saying that she is not in her practice uniform. Lowering my head as my red hair falls into my face. I then reach up to where my book lay grabbing it, the title read Bound Before The Morrow. “Well you don't look ready? Where's your skates and your gloves?”

Natasia sets Adalynn down on the ground, “There in the library, I have to go find them!! Can you help?”

Natasia grabs Adalynn’s hand, they both start their trek to my home library. As they walk past me, Natasia places her hand on my shoulder squeezing her nails which are digging into my skin. “Off to the library we go!!”

I flinch a little, waiting for the pain to subside my mind would often think about having more children. Giving my husband a boy or another girl, giving Adalynn someone to play with, giving her someone to grow up with.

I want to have a real family.

Speaking of my husband I see his name pop up on my phone screen, his profile picture is of him when we were on our vacation to the Maldives. I immediately answer; putting the book in my hand down. I bring my Iphone XIX up to my ear, I hear his low-toned voice which makes me smile.

“Hey my love”

I rise up from the patio chair, grabbing my now empty mug and Adalynn’s half full mug; gathering the piece of literature. While balancing my phone in between my shoulder and ear; I walk into the kitchen which was seconds away from my backdoor.“Hi Nathaniel, I can't wait for you to come home” Placing the mugs in the warm soapy water, and with my other hand I place the book down on my gray marble counter tops.

Nathaniel sighs, I know he has had a ton of meetings today, he must be exhausted. “I can't wait to come home either...I'm so ready to-”

“Get in bed?” I ask.

“Yes definitely” He answers.

“And doing what in bed?” I ask, as I take off my jacket my hands brush against my nipples which were now erect from just the sound of his voice. I knew I needed him in me now.

“Sleeping, I'm so drained from today's meetings” I roll my eyes as I rest my elbows by the edge of the sink.

Turning on the faucet, letting the cold water run and scooping some up with my free hand; splashing it on my face. I know my face was red like a strawberry as I blushed with embarrassment. “Well I'm ovulating and I just thought-”

Nathaniel quickly apologizes “I'm so sorry…..your right, but wait don't you have that appointment today? To check to see if everything is working properly?”

That last comment caught me off guard, I scoff shutting the water off, my voice gets higher with every word. “Are you trying to say something Nathaniel?”

“What are you talking about?” Nathaniel asks, his voice getting defense.

“Are you calling me defected or something?”

I don’t hear anything on the other end for a good 30 seconds before I hear his usual blunt voice louder than normal. “Look I never said that...I'm just saying we have been trying for a couple of months now and nothing is happening”

I was getting agitated by the minute, and to think I was happy when he first called me just ten minutes earlier. “Yeah well maybe there's something wrong with you? Did you ever think about that?!”

He clears throat his voice is clear and firm, “Charlotte just go to the doctor and listen to what they are saying...they know what they are doing, just let them figure this out.”

I take a deep breath, practicing the exercises my therapist taught me when I’m feeling stressed. My words come out in a more calm tone. “I know it's just hard not knowing”

I can tell he was smiling through the phone, “Hey your still perfect to me” He softly says to me.

I roll my eyes while walking over to the living room placing my butt on the cushion first while letting gravity lead the rest of my body to fall. I snicker, “You've gotten better at dodging the situation.”

I then earn a chuckle from my husband, “I just try not to think about it...so are you finishing up your book?”

I examine a piece of loose cloth on my sweater while thinking about my newest romance novel, that I still have yet to complete. “Yeah, Bloomsbury said I have to turn it in by next week so I'll be cramming in the last few chapters like every night”

“You can do it” I appreciate the encouraging words from him but I already know he isn’t that interested in my writing. He barely wants to hear my ideas when its just us two together in the office sometimes. I know I supported him when he was starting up his computer software company, but its like he can’t give me that type of support. I already hear it from his mother everyday about how I’m not contributing to the household and how my job isn’t ideal for our lifestyle but I think Nathaniel and I are well off. Sometimes too well off, but I’m grateful for the life my husband has provided for me and I wouldn’t ever want to change it.

“Thank you” I reply.

He was now sounding concerned, “Did you eat today?”

I look over at the breakfast he made me this morning, some pancakes, eggs, with some sausage and a glass of orange juice. I can feel the plate staring at me; taunting me almost.

I lie. “Yes why?”

“You know how you get Charlotte” His voice changes to a more cheery tone. “How's my little blessing doing? Does she miss papa?”

A smile appears on my face thinking about how close they have gotten over the years. Old memories flood in when we first brought her home with us, when she wouldn’t let anybody else hug her but Nathaniel. That little girl has brought so much life to both of our lives. “She sure does”

“I want to talk to her”

My eyes search around the room until I hear Adalynn’s whines coming from the bathroom upstairs, I’m thinking Natasia is trying to do her hair. Its safe to say Adalynn despises getting her hair touched at all, if it weren’t for me doing her hair at night while she was asleep her hair would look like a birds nest. “She's getting ready for ice skating lessons”

I hear some shuffling of some papers on the other end of the line. “Who's taking her?”

“Well your mother of course” I answer matter of factly.

“Is Wallace going with her?” he asks referring to Natasia’s life partner as she likes to call. I just think she didn't want to date someone who was halfway to their deathbed.

I shake my head, trying to remember the man's work hours, “No I don't think so, why would he go with her?”

He clicks his tongue, he voice is now showing a hint of annoyance, “He follows my mom everywhere when he's not at work, he's like a lost puppy looking for a bone”

I try and reason with him, in no way am I condoning this relationship but its his mother's life. “He likes her company, I mean they are together”

I can see his face now, he probably has his head buried in his hands, the vein on his forehead is probably protruding. His voice sharp on the subject at hand. “I don't even know why mom would get with that bast-”

“Hey, just calm down...now it's been years since your father died Nathaniel, I think she felt it was time for her to move on” I bring my hand up to my face sliding it across from my eyebrows to my right cheek. Slightly annoyed by his whole tone changing just by the sound of a another mans name. If I being honest I think Nathaniel just doesn’t want his mother to be happy with anyone else.

“With a guy 30 years younger than her?”

“Love is love”

I hear a foreign voice on his end of the line call out to him, he pauses for minute listening to what the person had to say. He grumbles profanities before saying, “Anyways I have to go, tell Adalynn I said good luck at practice today, and for you good luck with the appointment.”

I place my hand on my stomach, sending a little prayer up to the universe asking to help me. “Love you”

“Love you to pieces.” He replies back, I then hear the three beeps letting me know the call has ended.

I bring my feet down to the multicolored carpet that lay in my very moody/dark living room. Walking over to the kitchen where my plate of food lay, I look at how the syrup has settled into the fried flour. How the eggs have melted cheese in them, and how the sausage is glistening with the fatty oils that came from the pan.

It makes me sick to even think about.

Without hesitation I place the food in the garbage can, while taking a few minutes of my time to tidy up the kitchen.

Just after I had finished putting all the wet dishes on the drying rack; I see my phone buzz. I see the notification from an unknown number. I tap the message, reading the screen over and over hoping it would change. Hoping she would somehow disappear from my life forever.

¤ ¤ ¤

While Natasia was taking Adalynn to practice I had to catch my appointment with Dr. Stone. She has been my doctor for years, even before I wanted to have children. I was sitting in her office waiting for her to come back with my test results we had previously did in the summer, approximately about 2 months before today’s date. Her mahogany tinted skin came into view, her eyes were looking down at my folder, she didn’t express any emotion at all. Sitting down across from me; her silver and glass office desk is the only barrier between us two. “Nothing is 100% set in stone but things aren't looking good Charlotte...the tests came back, we already know that you had some problems in your past.”

I purse my lips, crossing my arms over my body, “Problems that I'm trying to fix.”

She sets my folder aside, she swallows her lips; looking me in my eyes she asks. “Have you been making yourself-”

Why won’t she let this subject go? Can’t she see that I’m trying to do better for not only my health but the health of my womb. I notice my right eye start to twitch while my left leg start to move side to side. “No...I told you I'm trying to fix things”

Pursing her own plump lips she looks at my body language, her eyes focus back on her desk. “I know I'm just making sure”

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. I’m starting to get anxious about the silence in the room, with only the clock ticking. I straighten up in the chair I’m currently sitting in; peering over to look at my folder I try and make out what all of this means. Placing my chewed fingernails on the edge of the desk I ask, “Ok so what is it?”

Her eyes meet mines, a warm smile appears on her face making me feel much better about my current condition, but boy was I wrong. “You seem to be ovulating regularly but we are not in the safe zone, with the things your body has been through with your other miscarriages plus your eating disorder I don't know if your even going to able to carry another baby full term.”

That isn’t what I wanted to hear at all.I sit back in my chair, placing my index finger on my temple and my thumb on my cheekbone, my voice is now grim “Do you think I’ll ever be able to experience motherhood to the full extent?”

“Charlotte you’re already a mother” Dr. Stone reassures me, reaching her hand across the desk; motioning her fingers telling me to grab a hold of her hand for comfort. Even though it seems sometimes she has a stone heart, it feels like something or someone is always chipping away at it. Never married, no children, her life seems more miserable than mines. But she had told me previously she lives a happy and well content life, a life that is worth living.

Grabbing onto her hand I feel my nose get hot, my top lip starts to quiver, I can feel myself start to crumble in front of her. “Yes I know that but, experiencing the baby kick and the belly…..the maternity clothes” My head lowers having my thick head of hair conceal my face, I notice the tears falling down like raindrops onto her desk. I repeatedly apologize, while taking my sweater and trying my best to wipe it away.

Dr. Stone squeezes my hand and in a soft but comforting voice she says, “Charlotte look….I know it’s hard. But you have to realize there are other options for you….you could try adopting”

I shake my head, quickly retracting my hand back away from hers; I take the sleeve of my sweater to wipe my face. Again that’s not what I was wanting to hear, maybe it was childish of me to not face reality but I wasn’t in the right mental space to accept that something is really wrong with me. I rise up from my seated position, “Are we done here?”

I could see Dr. Stone was taken aback by my actions just a few seconds prior, but that didn't; stop her from containing a level of professionalism. She grabs a pen from inside her desk, “Yes, just let me sign your paperwork and give you your prescription.”

When I walk into the lobby of the clinic I wait in line for my name to be called to set up another appointment with Dr. Stone in the next couple of months. As I’m waiting I see a woman who looks middle aged, carrying a small infant. I peer down, her saddle brown diaper bag and I see a large text book, in which it read: The Visual Display of Quantitative Information. It looks as though she is getting her Ph.D. I then settle my eyes on the warm olive toned baby. The baby could be 5 months...6? I focus my attention back on the mother, I wonder how life for her is like, is it hard? Trying to be in school while also raising a child? I wonder if she too had complications conceiving and suddenly she fell pregnant? Or If she’s just fertile and has 6 kids at home, either way I'm jealous.

Why can’t I just conceive? I can feel the tears coming, I start to sniffle the mucus that was wanting to run all down my nose. A kind young woman noticing me grabs me some tissue from her purse, I gladly took them. After a short while of being in my own head my name finally got called.

I had just gotten in my 2026 Honda C-RV, with my seat belt on but; I didn’t put my left foot on the brake to push the button to start the car. Instead I turn my back to look at the 2nd row of my sports utility vehicle; looking at the back two seats. Seeing Adalynn’s booster seat brings back memories of when Nathaniel and I first brought it. The countless questions he would ask when she first started riding with us.

“Are you comfortable Adalynn?”

“Is it too high Adalynn?”

I then remember just a short time after she had gotten comfortable with us, Nathaniel and I were taking a trip to the market. Adalynn was in a deep slumber, we could see her lips slightly parted hearing her small snores.

In the driver's seat, he takes his seat belt off turning to me while I was trying to get the shopping list together, “You think you want another?”

I mush my eyebrows together confused as to what he was asking me. “Another child?”

He nods, grabbing my hand, “Of course another child...but this time I want you to carry mines”

I look away not wanting to discourage him but I know with the previous miscarriages it would be damn near impossible.

As my electric blue eyes scan the outside world, bringing me back to the present.

Through my back window I notice a butterfly; swiftly moving against the wind its beautiful and articulate details to its wings had me memorized. The way tiny insect was able to push through and keep on going.

Butterflies mean hope, it could mean something else to others but to me it means I have to to keep hope alive, I can’t give up. In the back of my mind I knew I couldn’t bring myself to arrive home and present my husband with horrible news.

Not again at least.

I wanted to give him another child but I needed to weigh my options again, I needed to make a decision on what I was going to do. To have that hope that I had a few minutes ago; I decide to call the only person I know who could help me in this situation. Pressing my left foot on the brake I push the button to start my vehicle.

Taking my phone and grabbing my charger cord connecting it to car; I press the third contact number down. After hearing the 4th ring she finally answers, Her honeyed voice fills up my car. “Hi”

I look in the rear view mirror waiting to see if any cars were coming behind me. When I don't see anyone I proceed to change my gear to reverse, “How are you doing? Mother”

Natasia answers, “I'm doing well your little firecracker is keeping me on my toes, I can't wait for another.”

My foot presses on the break suddenly my body jerks forwards. Taking a couple of shallow breaths I look back in my rear view mirror seeing a car almost run into me. I take my hand putting it up; mouthing the words ‘I'm sorry’ to the husband who is currently trying to get his wife into clinic that I was just coming out of. I clear my throat, “I don't think that's going to happen”

“What? What do you mean?”

As I turn out the parking lot and onto the main road I press the button to let the seat heaters turn on, I turn the volume up a bit higher. “The doctor told me that she doesn't think I'm able to carry a baby to full term”

Natasia scoffs, “Oh that's preposterous! That's just not true” I hear Adalynn in the background naming her favorite animals.

Stopping at the red light I raise my eyebrows while nodding my head, “I'm telling you...it is”

I hear her voice get quiet, “What about adoption?”

I press the gas pedal when the light turns green, my car hits a pothole in the road sending me and my car up off the asphalt for a second. I twist my lips, “Adoption again? We had to wait years to get Adalynn and I don't think I can't wait that long again...we just got her three years ago, I want a baby. A baby that I can hold and nurture, a baby that knows I'm its mommy.”

“Well you know Rachel?” Natasia asks me.

I remember fondly of the now mother 5, her husband was a aerospace engineer while she was a real estate agent. Her eldest Destiny would play with Adalynn sometimes after school. “Yeah the one that had the triplets last fall?”

“Yeah her..well she was infertile and she got some help.”

Now I’m intrigued I always thought she had the triplets naturally, although I was a little skeptical on why she would always be in her minivan covering her stomach while picking up her girls. “Help? What do you mean?”

“I mean she hired a surrogate”

I was astonished, I didn’t know how to react. I turn on the corner of Layfette and Wilbur Road. “Is that illegal?”

Natasia chuckles, “Oh no darling never...I'll tell you what? I'll set you up an appointment at the place, it's called Gifting Miracles”

Thinking about what she was saying still in my heart I thought about that butterfly. I still want to keep trying but maybe sitting back and letting someone else do the work for me isn't so bad right?

I mean the saying goes mom knows best.

I smooth out my tan slacks and button the top of my jade green blouse, walking into the Ice Skating Rink for my interview. As I enter I’m greeted with a plethora of hellos and good afternoons from the parents waiting for their children to go onto the ice. I see to my left and right a sitting area, most of the kids are in their long sleeved shirts either playing with one another or on a tablet.

I look straight ahead from the front door I see the ice rink, a coltish young brunette haired woman shouts out to the kids that were currently on the ice. All the girls huddle around to watch as she brings her right hand around her body; her arms moving slowly. “Ok girls now we are going to bring our right hand around and start slowly skating backwards”

I then get interrupted by my name being called. “Yesenia Cervantes?”

Not knowing where the sound came from I turn my head to my right, I don’t see anything but a coffee stand. When I turn to my left, in the farther left hand side of the room I see an elderly woman. Looking to be late 60’s her dainty body walks over to me, giving me a grin. I put my hand out to shake hers, “I called earlier asking about any volunteer opportunities and a lady named Harlow on the phone said I should come in person to speak with someone”

I can see everyone turning to look at me, the mothers in the lobby whisper to themselves, probably wondering how a woman of my ethnicity can skate on the ice. She motions me with her hands to follow her in the clear glass office space. “Well that’s my assistant but she’s not in right now but I'm happy you stopped by...I'm Daisy”

After we got settled into our seats, I quickly put my phone on silent. Ms. Daisy is sitting in the cherry red office chair reading my references out loud, she pauses when she gets to my education. She purses her lips, “So what college?” she asks as she reaches on her desk for her reading glasses, placing them on her face.

I proudly say, “University Of Wisconsin-Madison...Junior”

She nods while placing my information down she grabs a manila folder from her filing cabinet, licking her finger to separate the pages sitting back down. “Ok, well I'm just going to ask you a few questions-”

We both get interrupted by a freckled face red head child, her hair in a really neat bun. She runs to the desk where me and the older woman sat, placing her arms around the woman. “Ms. Daisy!!”

Ms. Daisy’s eyes light up when she sees the tiny human cling onto her scrawny limb.“Oh hey Adalynn!! How are you doing today?”

The young child with 2 teeth missing on the bottom row of her mouth showed a toothy grin. “I doing spec….spec-”

I finish her sentence, “Spectacular?”

Adalynn and her beautiful tawny brown eyes had to suppress the anger she had with a huff, her tiny lips form a pout as she points her index finger at me. “She wouldn’t let me finish but that’s what I was gonna say”

Again we were interrupted by an elderly woman, her jet black hair was slicked back into a tight bun just like the little girl who ran in here 3 minutes ago. Unbidden, her gaze rose to the scene before her, staring at me. Her face contorted into a mask of hatred as her lips formed a straight line. She slowly shifts her eyes glaring at Adalynn, “Adalynn you know you shouldn't be going in people's offices unannounced...oh I'm sorry were we interrupting something?”

“Well I'm with a potential volunteer” I explained.

“Oh you skate?” She questions, raising her eyebrow. Bending down to Adalynn’s level she whispers something in her ear. Whatever it was; she must’ve been wanting to punish the child because a few seconds later Adalynn was away from Ms. Daisy and her desk.

I nod my head, straightening up in my seat. “Yes ma’am I do”

Ms. Daisy then interrupts, “How many years?”

“4” I reply back, I think about all of the medals I have won over the years of skating. My mother taught me to love the ice when I was a little girl, I would spend hours outside. I would be standing at the bus stop waiting for the school bus when me and a couple of the other kids would use our shoes as ice skates just sliding around on the street. She spent her whole paycheck just to get me ice skates, it was because of her pushing me to do something I loved; I continued to pursue it throughout the years.

“Oh...wow that's a long time” Natasia stammered, blinking a few times and giving me a forced smile. She reaches for the child’s hand; once their hands were connected, her feet turn to the exit bringing Adalynn with her. “Come Adalynn we need to get you stretched and ready for your lesson”

Adalynn, who was currently trying to keep up with the pace of her grandmother turns her head and waves at Ms. Daisy. “Bye!!”

Ms. Daisy stands up and walks back over to the office door closing it, while walking back to her desk she shakes her head. Her eyes closed briefly as she whispers something to herself. She then looks in my direction. “Sorry we were interrupted….so you said 4 years?”

I nod “Yes that’s right”

“So about your previous experience…”

My mind goes elsewhere as I bite the inside of my cheek hoping this interview would soon be over but I could tell she was just getting started. I look up at the clock as I see the minute hand moving slowly around the case and past the various numbers.

This is going to be a long interview.

¤ ¤ ¤

Walking past the various buildings where all of the current students at UW were attending, I venture on to the common grounds of my campus. Spotting my group of friends who were currently stuffing their faces with the food from the cafe. The cold crisp air fills my lungs as I walk over to them.

Henry with his cigarette resting on his ear was going on one of his rants as usual, I give him a nod as I walk up to them taking a seat next to Nova. “Hanging out is dating, that's what dating is now”

My other friend Obasi chuckles, his eyes green like an emerald peered over at Nova. “Dating is sweat palms, hot thighs”

Violet who was currently eating a chicken salad, rolls her eyes at the two men. “You guys are crazy”

Henry continues “Couples are a dead concept, all meaningful social interactions are meaningful in a group” While fishing in his pocket for his lighter, Nova stood up grabbing it off the the icy ground where it lay for probably the whole time they were out here. She uses her thumb to roll the metal spark wheel; a flame rises up from the black lighter.

“Your always dropping that damn thing” She grumbles.

Kissing his teeth he grabs the cigarette behind his ear, putting the piece of tobacco up close to the flame. “Yesenia you think this is a date?”

I chuckle, seeing there was no money in my wallet I look over at the cafe and turn back around to face him. “You paying for my lunch?”

Exhaling the smoke he winks, placing his right hand on my thigh. “I don't know….am I gonna score later?”

I start to laugh out loud while pushing his hands which were covered in paint away from my leg. “What? This is only our first date!”

With the snow cleared from the sidewalk thanks to the city of Madison. Wesley and his hover board came rushing in, he was coming pretty fast and he lost his balance, his books/papers flew everywhere. After laying in the snow laughing at himself he jumps up, his knees now wet with snow from the fall. Nova and I help gather all of his papers as he grabs peanut butter crackers from an picnic table which happens to be near us, tearing the snack open he stuffs 2 crackers in his mouth, “Don't you just love college...free friends...free food, hell you even get a bed and all you have to do is go to a couple of classes and do some papers”

Violet while chipping at her nail polish gives Wesley a thumbs up, “It looks like your financial aid went through”

Giving Obasi a high-five he grabs his books from off the ground and sets them on table. “Damn right it did, full-ride baby”

This caught my attention, I never got a letter in mail about anything dealing with my financial aid yet. “Wait did everyone get theirs?”

I notice everyone’s eyes are on me, they all look dumbfounded by my comment, Nova speaks up, “Of course...papers went out like 2 weeks ago”

I let out a huff while reaching in my bag to get my phone out I start to text my mom to find out if there was anything in the mail for me. “What?”

Placing my free hand on my forehead I tuck my hair behind my ear, pinching my eyes shut. I know I filled the application out 1 month ago, I then start to get irritated with that fact that my mother wasn't replying fast enough. I go to my student email account not seeing any new messages I decide to find out what happening for myself. I know the financial office is still open, I tell everyone a quick goodbye when I sprint towards the building.

Once inside I’m met with a student who was working at the front desk, she told me to fill out the sign in sheet and wait for my name to be called. It was a numerous amount of people sitting or standing in the waiting room to also be called. I see a woman who looks middle aged, carrying a small infant in her lap. I smile at the tiny human, admiring its hazel eyes; the child babbles at me while reaching its hand out.

After about a hour of waiting and the room is damn near empty I hear my name be called. Looking up I see my financial adviser, we walk to his office and when he shuts the door he explains to me about how his office never received my application.

I place both hands on the desk gripping the sides while glaring down at him, “You can't just stop my aid, I'm graduating next year!”

“I'm sorry-”

I slam my hands on the desk, “You need to give me my money!! I'm not going to just sit here and let this happen to me just because some stupid idiot lost my application”

Shaking his head does his best to calm me down, grabbing me a water bottle from his mini fridge. Turning around to his filing cabinet he looks for my name but doesn't see anything, As he turns back around and faces me, his mouth curves into a frown. “Listen Yesenia I'm sure this will all work out the way it should...there must be some other way that you can pay for school”

I scoff taking a deep breath in and back out, taking my phone back out I start to check my messages I say lowly to myself, “Yeah right….only a miracle could make that happen.”

¤ ¤ ¤

I was placing the acrylic fake nail on my middle finger when I hear running from the outside of my dorm room door. I hear the little beep that occurs when someone is coming in. My hair in a messy ponytail I could feel a few tendrils that don't want to stay put fall onto my shoulders.

“I got a 911, girl what is going on?” Nova came running towards me, the her ROTC uniform still on.

I continued to press the fake nail on top of mine, with a frown etched on my face. “I might not be here for graduation”

Nova who took off her cover placing it on her side of the room walks back over to me, resting her chin on my head she asks, “What? Why?”

“My financial aid didn't kick in” I look up at her, almost on the verge of tears. “Now I have no idea how to pay for school”

“Eggs” Nova answered bluntly.

I take my right hand wiping away a non-existent tear, I sniffle a little before repeating what she just said to me. “Eggs?”

She nods taking her hand and placing it near my stomach, motioning around my lower half, “Yes like your eggs”

Now I understand what she’s talking about but I thought that was just myth. I press the acrylic nail hard on my nail making sure it's secure, I turn around in my swivel chair away from my desk. Quipped a brow as I look up at Nova, “People pay money for other people's eggs?”

Nova, stepping back from me; grips the edge of the chair rolling her neck replies, “Hell yeah…do you know how many people want babies?”

“So you basically sold kids?”

“Yesenia it's not human trafficking, they are just eggs” She continues. “The money is good plus the feeling you get after looking at the parents faces well that's even better

“Do you know a place?” I ask, I start to paint my nails.

“Yeah I do, but you could also do the other thing…” She trails off while walking into our bathroom I see her grabbing a few makeup remover wipes.

That grabs my attention,“What other thing?”

“Surrogacy”

I turn up my nose, “Like carrying someone else's baby?”

Nova walking out the bathroom changing out of her uniform, “You make more money doing that.”

I mumble while placing the nail polish brush back into the bottle, “I'll think about it”

Nova turns to me, “But if you want to know the place is called Gifting Miracles”

“Thanks” I rise up from the chair, my wet nail polish still on my hands I give Nova a quick air hug.

Rubbing my arm she offered a radiant smile, “Hey you know I got you girl”

Maybe carrying a baby wouldn't be so bad.

A/N: I know this was a really long first chapter but I just wanted this first chapter to be very informative on my different characters. I don’t exactly know when the next chapter of this will be up but I appreciate if ya’ll would be patient with me. Also Happy New year my lovely angels!!! I know 2019 will be filled with happiness and more opportunities coming your way!

11 notes · View notes