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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years

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Omg do you have more cute hcs with the lov and class1a/1b

I dont care how long or short it is, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE READING THEM 💕💕💕💕💖 😊😊

Theyre so comforting <333

YES I HAVE A BUNCH. COME TAKE IT ALL.

Tomura is an expert in video games, right? Well, he's currently working from afar with Hatsume and Melissa to create a VR system to help the kids at UA train.

Everything because the first thing he did when meeting Nezu was telling him the UA system sucked.

No more public exposure, no more simple barriers keeping away the villains from the kids, no more pushing them to dangerous places with no proper supervision.

The new job of the League when it comes to working is the UA is keeping the place as safe as possible and helping the kids recover from the trauma of the war.

Dabi doesn't like working directly with the kids, so his job consist on patrolling around the UA. In case a crisis is reported, he's the first at the place and his job is to keep the crisis on minimum 'til the teachers arrive.

The funniest part is the type of crisis he has solved so far. They include:

Helping people with their crushes because they tried to confess and caused an accident. (Dabi has the fun of his life with it, being honest).

Accidents in the kitchen. (No much he can do except using Shoto as a way of taking down the flames).

Stupid fights (He is banned from helping in those since he cheered for Shoto when he was fistfighting Iida for saying something to Midoriya).

And his favorite: keeping Mineta at bay. Dabi is not the type of gentleman that defends women constantly, because he just doesn't care about helping anyone. But Mineta is a type of gross he would have incinerate in the streets if he was a man and not a kid. So instead, he just walks from a safe distance and keeps scaring the kid when he's about to annoy one of the girls.

Tomura always find Dabi is the halls complaining about the no smoking rule

They make fun of each other a little until they realize they should be working and there are kids staring at them.

Class 1-A talks about Dabi like the older brother who was in jail.

Oh, but Dabi told me...

They are actually well informed about a bunch of stuff and they know how to take care of street criminals better now.

Ah, but they're also the ones who check if he is not drinking too much, if he's having proper rest, if his burns and staples are taken care of, if he's not too anxious or depressed, if hes' taking his meds...

If he's not following one of those, they call Natsuo. Oh man, Natsuo has become the emergency contact of half the League somehow. Maybe because he has a golden heart or maybe because they all are scared of Fuyumi by some weird reason.

Shoto is the other emergency contact when it comes to Dabi, hmmm, but sometimes he just follows Dabi bad example and well.

Dabi is the anti-Santa. He's gonna give you that one gift you wanted but everyone said no because it's dangerous.

"Dabi, I'm trying to make a safer space for the kids" , "Tomura, I'm trying to make them relax".

After getting fired twice by Aizawa, Dabi is finally behaving.

This has nothing to do with the fact that he's finally dating Tomura tho.

WHICH TAKE US TO: SPINNER, THE BROTHER WHO ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGES HIS RESPONSIBILITIES.

Spinner works in the same thing as Dabi, but he's the reliable one.

Getting Uraraka down when she starts floating on her sleep, calming people down when they're having anxiety attacks, noting when someone is having a bad day and requesting the teachers to let the person rest...

Spinner is the one actually helping them with their ptsd. He makes everything so easy and pleasant. It's like they're just kids taking classes and having fun.

Besides, class 1-B knows he is amazing at cuddling and people love his hugs. Just by seeing Spinner, they cheer up.

He and Shinso are responsible for the purple hair tendency among the kids of General Studies. Their heroes.

He's also the one who helps the kids with their training sessions when they need a partner but there's no one else to help them.

He became one of the official bus drivers of the school after taking some lessons and requesting a license.

He sings with them while they travel, he always has snacks in case someone is hungry and he has pills in case someone is motion sick. Well, a bunch of pills since Dabi is always motion sick.

He had a crush on Tomura but he realized it was more platonic than anything.

Now now, Tomura and Spinner have matching gamer tattoos that said Player #1 and Player #2. Dumbasses in action.

If Dabi is the problematic uncle and Spinner is the responsible uncle...

That leave us with: Compress the artistic dad and Kurogiri the dad who's always working far away but you can totally rely on.

THE VIDEO CALLS WITH KUROGIRI AND COMPRESS ARE SO CUTE.

101 Flirting with Compress.

All the kids in all courses have a personalized mask. Compress is addicted to creating them.

His beautiful, mischievous kids that once, trying to distract him, stole his prosthesis and kept it going around the school from room to room.

Turns out it was a surprise party, but man if it was fun because Compress pretended the whole time he was a pirate looking for his long buried treasure.

HE GOT A PARROT AND HE NAMED HIM RED BEAK.

Bakugo almost exploded the whole place after hearing such a ridiculous name.

Well, Red Beak loves making fun of Bakugo, repeating everything he says.

RED BEAK AND KIRISHIMA ARE BESTIES. YES YES.

The Bakusquad would kill for Red Beak.

Sero is teaching him Spanish, Mina is teaching him to dance, Denki is teaching him bad jokes and Jirou is teaching him to sing.

Tokoyami is the official protector of Red Beak. Koda is the translator.

On the other hand, Kurogiri always gives them some honey and other things when he visits the school.

He congratulates them on their achievements, he hears them for hours talking about their adventures and he is the old friend you call when it's 3am, you're feeling bad but you don't want to worry no one else.

If you want to solve a problem, call Kurogiri. He's gonna give you the clues but let you solve it yourself.

The award for the dad with more patience goes to: KUROGIRI.

If you really really need to run away from some hours, he can use his quirk to rescue you and he would prepare some tea for you, wrap you in a soft sweater and walk with you through his yard. You can pick flowers or fruit with him until you calm down. Or you can watch old movies with him. Or bake. Being with him is like floating around in the sky, no worries, just clouds and stars and soft noises and lights.

The school always knows when it happens and they are okay with it. Mostly. Just don't do it too much.

Toga is another good option if you need to talk but you don't know with who.

She's actually a great listener and an expert on making things look less stressing than they are. You see, she pays attention at your triggers and moods and if she sees something is bothering the students, she finds a way to distract them immediately, while letting the teachers deal with the problem.

Ah, the queen of gossip.

If you want to know something about someone you need to pay the prize, tho. And she won't even tell you if she considers the secret must be guarded 'til the grave.

She's the one who takes the messages to the parents because she's fast, can hide at plain sight and doesn't put them in danger.

You never know where Toga is. She someone studies like the rest of them, but she's like, selected to secret missions. She has a lot of info but they all trust her somehow.

Maybe is the fact that she would kill and take a stab for you. And that she would never put Deku or Ochaco in danger. Or her family.

She's also Mineta's biggest nightmare.

Try sexualizing the girl and win a terrifying week, courtesy of Toga Himiko.

She won't let you sleep, she won't let you eat, you're gonna wish you were never born. She can make you feel as sexualized, observed and stalked as you make the girls feel. Oh, she's gonna show you exactly how it feels to be a girl.

Also don't sexualize the boys around her either. Stabby queen is not gentle to those who are not gentle with her friends. Period.

Friendly reminder: 0 stabbing accidents since she started studying at UA.

BECAUSE THEY GAVE HER A RUBBER KNIFE.

And finally, the Tomura headcanons.

He's always falling asleep on odd places. The kids have a new name called "let's put a blanket on Tomura".

And then they call Dabi or Spinner to take him somewhere more comfortable.

He's working so hard. He's really working so hard on redeeming himself, even when everyone has already forgiven him. But he has this fear of being a failure or being too much...

The kids are also well trained on how to help him through his anxiety or panic attacks. Even more, some of them have always a pair of gloves in them just in case.

Momo is more than happy to make him more.

It's kinda sad how much he's suffering even now. That's way they all do their best to let him know his doing great.

Kisses in the cheek, compliments on how he's looking, new products to his hair and skin, playing the games he recommends, telling how badass he is when he trains them...

Somehow being around Tomura has help them realize how important is communicating stuff. They all are way healthier now.

Tomura is just... So sincere. He's been instructed to share his thoughts, because he had a problem before with communicating properly. That means he used to forget saying certain information because it was obvious to him, but not to others.

He doesn't mean to hurt people. He's just saying what he thinks. Which also means he offends a bunch of people not by accident. And he doesn't apologize because he is just doing what he's been told.

Midoriya and Shigaraki's discussions are epic. And so are their fights. Yes, they fight like siblings. Which is crazy funny because they are like "friendly reminder you tried to KILL ME" and "WELL YOU DESERVED THAT FOR BEING A DICK".

They've finally found out that you can complain to him or get a little violent and he's not gonna even blink, just hear you out.

It was because Bakugo got a little violent with him and yeah, he just stared back waiting.

You can't imagine Dabi's anger when Tomura told him about Kotaro. He was frustrated because at least Tomura did step on Endeavor and humiliated him for life, but him? He is angry with a man that's dead and gone.

Okay no, the whole League is angry about the things that has happened to the whole League. That's the thing with finally being able to relax and feel. It all comes back in a flood.

They have prohibited being around school when the parents visit. Specially because they are no very civil to shitty parents.

And if a kid confess about having shitty parents, oh boy. The League is gonna BE PISSED.

The UA is still a total chaos, but now in the right ways. They have more normal problems, they don't have to win war and kill evil lords, they complain about not having money to go out and forgetting their homework. And the ex-villians can complain about life being boring a needing more action.

That's a good thing. That means they all are healing, together.

They're gonna be fine.

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fanfic-collection · 3 years

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Loki x Reader: Road Trip ft Bucky

Guess what? I wrote another fic and I DONT KNOW WHATS GOING ON. But I want Loki and Bucky to be best friends and I have a lot of Winter Soldier/Bucky feels and I needed to express them somehow so yea. But don't worry, I'll get back to the honeymoon fic, I just had to express some Bucky feels. There's like no angst in this at all, I just had to write Bucky

You walked into the living room and slapped a brochure onto the table between Loki and Bucky. “We’re going on a road trip!” You announced with excitement.

Loki lowered the book he had been reading and raised his eyebrow, looking down at the brochure.

“Route 66?” Bucky read aloud, “Oh man, Steve and I always talked about driving across that.”

Loki set his book down beside him, marking his page. Wistfully he added, “Thor and I once drove a distance along it. What year is it now? I think it was in the 1960s?”

You looked between the two of them bewildered, “Wait what?”

Bucky crossed his arms, “You do realize it was made in 1926, right?”

You cursed softly, grabbing the brochure from Bucky and quickly scanning it. “Am I the only one who hasn’t been to this place?”

“Sorry, love.” Loki stood, wrapping his arm around you and giving you a side hug.

Bucky chuckled, “It’s the most famous road in America, it connects the Midwest to the Pacific Ocean. You can drive the whole distance on one consistent road without branching off and get to California.”

You waved your hands emphatically, “Which is why we should go on a road trip on it! Bucky, my best friend, Loki, well duh, and you two are like, best friends. We would make the perfect trio. We would take turns on snack duty, navigation duty, and driving. Stark has the money for a convertible. Just the three of us, sailing down the road, eating, laughing, hanging out. Just friends being friends! What better a vacation than that?”

Bucky exchanged glances with Loki then the two looked back at you.

Sam and Natasha walked in at that moment.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked.

“Loki’s sweetheart, here, is trying to get us to go on a road trip along route 66.” Bucky replied.

You rolled your eyes at the pet name but smiled as Loki rested his arm on your shoulder.

Natasha nodded thoughtfully, “Yea, I’ve heard of that. Famous road, cutting through the western states, right?”

You pointed at her, “Eh? Does everyone know about this?”

“Don’t look at me.” Sam held up his hands, “Are you lot sure about this?”

“Well we haven’t made any plans, Sam.” Bucky said, also standing now.

“Plans, yet,” You corrected.

“Does Stark know that you plan on using him to finance this?” Loki queried mildly.

“He will. He always finances my plans.” You beamed up at Loki.

Loki smirked.

Sam shook his head and snorted; Bucky laughed.

“Alright, I’m game if you are.” Bucky said once he had stopped laughing.

“As you command,” Loki bowed low before you, “I will go where you go.”

“Good. I wish to go on a road trip.”

“Then I guess it’s settled. What’s the next step?”

Loki and Bucky stood with the bags, road trip supplies, snacks, and anything else that might be necessary for a two-to-three-week trip. Loki’s magical pockets may have been employed.

Moments later you came roaring into the lot where they were waiting, car skidding to a stop with a loud squeal of tires.

“Hello, boys.” You said, lowering your oversized sunglasses to stare over the rims to look at the two of them.

Bucky rolled his eyes at you as you popped the trunk of the car and he started tossing luggage in the back.

A tinge of pink rose on Loki’s cheeks and the back of his neck at the crop top shirt you wore, ideal for getting as much sun with the convertible top down on the long drive across the sunny plains.

Bucky sighed looking at Loki, “Alright you two love birds, you can’t be completely,” he waved his hand, “like this, the whole time or I’m getting a cab.”

Loki cleared his throat. True to form, he was wearing a black suit. “Apologies Bucky.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“I’ll get snacks first. I guess Loki’s navigating then? No sense in having you switch from the driver’s seat.” Bucky jerked his chin at you.

Once everyone was settled in, you more carefully backed the dark green convertible out of the lot and took off down the road.

“So I thought about using a good old fashioned map to have us navigate.” You explained as you drove.

Loki looked at you aghast.

You grinned at him, “Sure, I thought it’d be fun. We could have a no phones rule, go completely electronics dead except for music.”

“You’re saying to the guy with a vibranium arm.” Bucky called from the back seat, sitting in the middle with his arms stretched out and watching the empty highway.

“Ok, almost completely.” You shot back.

“Your technology backwards planet is already bad enough as it is.” Loki muttered, resting his elbow on the door of the convertible. Despite his hair being slicked back heavily, some of it still fluttered wildly in the wind.

“Don’t you guys still ride horses everywhere?” Bucky called.

You laughed. The navigation indicated you should correct your course and you complied while Loki ignored the comment and rolled his eyes.

“Alright Bucky, snack me.” You ordered. There was a light tap to your head. “Hey!”

“Oh right, I thought you said smack me. Right, right, what do you want?”

Loki snickered and you shot him a glare before saying, “You got my favorite chips, right?”

“Of course.” Bucky passed up a travel sized package of chips to you, pre opened and you set them between your legs and began to eat as you drove.

From time to time, you’d pass one on to Loki.

“Loki, are you sure you want to wear a suit for a six hour car trip? With only breaks for bathroom stops and gas?” You glanced to the right.

Loki shrugged, “I’m comfortable.”

“Hey! It’s the Wrigley Field!” Bucky called from the backseat.

You and Loki looked in the direction Bucky was pointing. It was indeed a giant baseball stadium.

Again, Loki shrugged.

You imagined Loki had seen more impressive things in his lifetime than any sporting event humans could make, but hey, it was still neat. Reaching for the camera, you tossed it back to Bucky and indicated for him to take a picture. “We’re making a scrapbook!”

Bucky shook his head ruefully, “Alright.”

Over the next few hours you were on the highway and out on the real road, driving southwest. The three of you had stopped at a number of attraction spots, switched positions, gotten lost once or twice, refueled and now Bucky was driving, and you and Loki were in the back seat as the sun getting low in the sky.

You had packed a few blankets, just in case. The top of the convertible was still down, and Bucky was listening to some music that Sam had recommended, quietly nodding and humming along to it. Your eyelids felt heavy as you sat huddled in the back, the blanket wrapped tightly around you, leaning into Loki. Loki wrapped his arm around you, rubbing your bare arms through the blanket and murmuring gentle words of comfort. Between the roar of the wind, the soft lull of the music and Bucky’s singing, and Loki’s soothing words, you felt a smile spread across your face. You curled your legs up onto the seat and huddled into Loki, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his waist.

You were filled with your favorite snacks and drinks, tired from the hours of driving, and content to be with your best friend and well, Loki. Your heart swelled at the thought as you sank deeper into the soft material of Loki’s suit. All you could smell was him, even his hair seemed to whip around less in the wind. Maybe the blanket was holding it down. It felt so soft against your face. You wished you could stay in this moment forever, capture it with your camera and keep it in your scrapbook. Loki’s tender hands gently sliding over your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the sensitive skin as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

The car slowed down and the wind didn’t whistle in your ears so drastically. Perhaps you had reached a town. You weren’t fully aware of your surroundings either way, too engrossed in the complexity of Loki holding you. It wasn’t the first time, and you doubted it would be the last time, but you could never stop marveling at how incredible a feeling it was.

“Love.” Loki murmured softly.

You suddenly realized you weren’t moving, though there was the vague sensation that you still were.

“We’re at the hotel.”

Bucky stood on the other side of the car door, leaning down and looking at you. He looked tired but amused. “No fair sleeping before we got here.” He said mussing up your hair. “C’mon, we got a long day tomorrow. And I am not sharing a room with you two.”

Loki tilted your head down and kissed your forehead. “Come, let’s get you some proper sleep, loathe as I am to move.”

You smiled, “That sounds nice.”

#Loki x reader #Loki x you #Loki laufeyson #reader insert #2nd person #ficbit #featuring bucky

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backtobackbakubabe · 4 years

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Baby its Cold Outside (PART 6)

Bakugo x Reader

Fluff. Smut.

Just taking it one day at a time.

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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Bakugo had been woken up by a nurse the next morning. She pulled him into the hallway where a doctor was waiting with a clipboard. Looking every bit the stereotype from the dumb tv shows y/n always watches.

The doctor smiled and held out his hand, “Ah Mr. Bakugo I presume?”

Bakugo just stared back, not bothering to shake the mans hand, “Yes, can I help you with something?”

The smile never left the doctors face as he pulled his hand back, “Yes, so I understand Y/n lives with you. Is that correct?”

Bakugo smirked, “As of a few days ago, yes, she officially live with me.”

“Oh perfect! So we are expecting her to wake up any time now and I just wanted to go over everything you might expect in terms of taking care of her while she heals. As you know she suffered a major concussion as well as multiple gunshot wounds to the stomach.”

Bakugo flinched at the memory but nodded anyways as the doctor continued his speech. “When she wakes up she’ll likely be confused and a little frustrated. Because she’s been in a bed for several weeks it may take a while for her to regain normal range of motion but that’s nothing to be concerned about. We recommend having her go to physical therapy, as well as possibly seeing a mental health professional if she needs help coping with the trauma. As the person who will be living with her just make sure she takes her medication and for the first couple of days she may need your help with daily tasks such as showering, getting dressed, picking up anything over fifteen pounds, and so on. Are you prepared to take on these tasks?”

Bakugo was almost offended, “Of course! You think I can’t take care of my own girlfriend? I basically take care of her already!”

The doctor just nodded, “Very well then. Here are some pamphlets on everything I just spoke to you about. I find they can be very helpful and informative. I understand you are a very capable man Mr. Bakugo and I think Y/n will be in great hands. We will more than likely be able to discharge her within 24 hours of her waking up and in the event that you are not here, we will make sure to give you a call to let you know when she has woken up.”

Bakugo’s heart raced at the idea that you would be waking up soon. He had said any time now. He would have sat his ass down in that chair and not left until you woke up, but he knew he has a few things to finish up at the apartment. He also knew he was in desperate need of a shower.

He had officially gotten all of your stuff moved into his place he just needed to go meet with the landlord and turn in your keys. Not that it mattered you never used them anyways seeing as you would just teleport through the door.

Bakugo was skimming through one of the many pamphlets the doctor had given him the day before, sitting in your old apparent when the landlord showed to collect the keys. He gave Bakugo a smile but his eyes looked sad. He liked y/n and was sad to hear of her accident. “Well son, I’m sure the place is in pristine condition. I’ve seen you comin and goin for weeks now to clean it up so here's a check for the security deposit and I’ve waved the cleaning fee.”

Bakugo thanked him as he pocketed the check. He was about to insist that he charge him for the cleaning fee because you were a messy gremlin and he was sure the place could use it but he was interrupted by a weird noise. It was a loud thump from his apartment. “What the fuck...”

He sprinted out of the apartment, bypassed the elevator, opting for the stairs instead. He was practically out of breath by the time he reached his door. Wow he really needs to hit the gym soon. He tried the handle but it was locked... which would mean the person in his apartment didn't use a door...

His hands shook as he ripped his keys out of his pocket and swung the door open. “Y/N!” He ran around the corner to his bed and there you were. Sitting on the floor with your head in your hands.

“Katsu...?”

He was at your side in an instant pulling you to him. “Oh my god. Shit you’re awake. You’re okay. Fuck I’ve been so fucking worried, you have no idea. I love you. I love you so fucking much, and I need you to know that.” He kept kissing the top of your head while he rubbed his hand up and down your back. That’s when he noticed the hospital gown. “Y/n... how did you get here?”

You looked at him with very sleepy and confused eyes, “I don't know. I woke up in the hospital and I was really scared. I couldn't figure out what happened or where I was and I just wanted you... and I guess I accidentally teleported here.”

He took your head in his hands and looked at you like you were crazy, “Y/n we live across town from the hospital... you’re telling me you just teleported 15 miles...”

Your eyes widened, looking just as bewildered as he did, “Yeah I guess I did.”

Next thing you know he’s hugging you so tight, “You know what? I don't even care right now. We’ll figure that out later, right now I just want to hold you. I’ve missed you so much. Dont you ever do something like that again, do you understand me. Ever.”

His phone started to ring but he let it go to voicemail. Whatever it was could wait. He hadn’t held you like this in weeks. He gently scooped you up and brought you to the bed that now had a few of your girly pillows. “Katsu? Are these my pillows? Is that my lamp? Wait what is my stuff doing in your apartment? Did you loot me while I was out?”

He chuckled as his face turned red, “Yeah about that.. I uh.. I kind of moved all of your stuff up here and terminated your lease downstairs.... surprise?”

You knew you should be irritated, but honestly you were just too exhausted to care. You barley spent time in your apartment anyways. So you just shrugged, “Oh okay I guess. I mean if you’re sure...”

He pulled you close to him, “Oh I’m sure. I need you here where I know you’re safe.”

You winced as you giggled still a little sore, “I literally lived in the apartment right below you. It wasn’t exactly a long distance relationship.”

Bakugo ignored your quip instead focusing on your face as it pinched a bit with the pain from laughing. “Are you okay? Do I need to bring you back to the hospital. Shit I probably do. You just up and left...”

You reached up and squished his cheeks together to get him to stop talking, “One thing at a time babe. Yes I am okay. I am really tired, and truthfully I’m very sore. But it’s not anything I can’t deal with. I would kill for some water though...”

He was up and in the kitchen before you could even finish your sentence. You wondered how long this over protective phase would last. Bakugo was never the kind of boyfriend who waited on you hand and foot. Before the accident he would have told you to get off your ass and get it yourself.

He came back with a huge camelback water bottle with a straw. You expected him to hand it to you but instead he crawled into bed next to you and held the straw up to your mouth. “Uh.. Honey. Not that I don’t love the fact you want to take care of me, but I can hold it myself.”

He blushed slightly muttering a sorry as he handed you the water bottle.

So you sat like that, his hands never leaving you while he caught you up on what had happened since you were out. Avoiding the topic of the accident because neither of you were ready to rip off that bandaid yet.

Your conversation was cut short by a banging on the door. Bakugo groaned and went to go answer it. Periodically turning around to look at you. Almost like he was checking you were still there. He flung the door open, “WHAT?!”

There was a very nervous Kirishima rubbing the back of his neck raw, “Okay listen man I have some bad news, but I’m going to need you to stay calm because we’re going to fix it I promise... but... uh... Y/nIsMissingAndWeDontKnowWhereSheWent....” He flinched like he was ready for Bakugo to blow up. But instead Bakugo just laughed. “Oh shit he's really lost it.”

“Oi shitty hair, you can relax, she's okay she’s here. She teleported. We’ll head back soon so they can officially discharge her and give us her medication.”

Kirishima looked like he was going to faint with relief, “Oh thank god. They only sent me because I’m indestructible. They really thought you were going to rampage. You should have seen it. First she’s mumbling in her sleep right? Next thing we all know her eyes shot open and she was asking where you were. When no one could answer her she just teleported out. They were all panicking and running around looking for her. I’ll let them know she’s safe.”

You had snuck your way over to them with very wobbly legs, “Thank’s for checking on me Kiri!”

“Oi what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Get your ass back in bed!”

You glared at your over protective boyfriend, “I've been in bed for... for...”

“Three weeks” Kiri filled in you.

“Thank you Kiri... Three weeks! I don't think it’ll kill me to stretch my legs!”

Kirishima bit his lip to keep from laughing, “Good to see you still got your spunk. Well I’ll leave you two love birds alone. Try not to kill each other.”

He realized that was not a good joke to make when Bakugo’s eyes bore into him, “Too soon.”

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It had been two weeks since you woke up. The first week Katsuki refused to leave your side for more than 30 seconds. Everywhere you went he was right there behind you like a clingy shadow. He even took showers with you insisting it was “doctors orders”. It got real old real fast. You practically shoved him out the door the other day joking about how one of you needed to work or you wouldn't make rent and you just moved in. You still had nightmares, and any loud noise made you jump. Bakugo was trying really hard to not yell at you or be any added stress while you adjusted but you honestly hated the way he treated you like glass. Never in his life has he ever seen you as anything but strong and now he tip toes around you. That ends today.

You dressed up in your sexiest underwear and robe and waited for him on his....your bed. You kept forgetting you actually lived here now.

You heard his keys in the door and your heart started to race. “Hey baby I’m home! I was thinking about maybe making some stir fry for dinner. What do you think?” You took a deep breath and reminded yourself this was Bakugo... there was no reason to be nervous.

You stepped into the kitchen and tiptoed up to him. He had his nose buried in a grocery bag pulling out ingredients. You took the bag from his hand and put it on the counter. He froze when he saw what you were wearing.

“I think I’m hungry. But not for food.” You grabbed him by the belt loops and pulled him to you.

He smiled but his eyes gave him away. He looked nervous.

He cupped your cheeks and gave your forehead a kiss. “You look amazing babe. But you need to take your pills soon and you can't do that on an empty stomach.” He pulled away from you and went back to sorting the groceries on the counter in front of him.

You huffed and smacked him the back of the head.

“Oi! What was that for?” “You know what for! Other than our morning showers you won't touch me! And even then it’s not even sexual....” You don't know why but your were suddenly hit with a wave of insecurity. “Do you not find me attractive anymore...?”

He was at your side in an instant. He put one hand in your hair while the other one gripped your chin rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. “Are you crazy? of course I find you attractive! You are the single most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

Tears threatened to spill out, “Then why won't you touch me?”

He sighed as he thought carefully about what he said next. “I guess I’m just scared of hurting you. I’m the reason you were hurt in the first place and the thought of causing you any more pain... it... it drives me crazy. You just woke up from a medically induced coma only two weeks ago! I didn't want to do anything until you were ready!”

You looked up at him with needy eyes, “Well I’m ready now...”

And that's all it took.

Bakugo’s lips crashed to yours as his hands gripped your ass. You knew you were needy but you had no idea you were this touch starved until the feeling of his hands on you practically made you melt.

He pulled back just long enough to tell you to jump. You eagerly compiled as you wrapped you legs around his waist. He walked you over to the couch and laid you down.

Your robe was long forgotten on the floor and his shirt and your bra was quickly joining it. Katsuki worshipped your body. He always had. He showered you with kisses starting at your neck and trailing downwards. He took his time with each of your breasts. Taking one nipple in his mouth while he rubbed the other between his fingers. He had you soaked and squirming with seconds. Your hips bucked up and he grunted as you made contact with his growing erection.

He continues his path down briefly pausing to give every single one of your scars the softest kiss imaginable. You could see the pain fast through his eyes briefly. You wound your hands through his hair, “I’m okay baby. I’m here and I’m okay and I need you. Please.”

He tugged your underwear off along with pants. He put his arms on either side of your face holding all of his weight off of you. lined himself up with your entrance and in one sweet snap of his hips you were seeing stars. His mouth covered yours as he swallowed your moans. He let you adjust before he set a slow, deep, rhythm.

You’ve been dating for three months now, and you don't think you had ever had sex that want heated and rough. He was taking his time, showing you with every thrust how much he loved you. Even the moans you let out were soft. This wasn't fucking, this was making love. And the thought made your head spin.

He leaned down and nibbled on your ear before whispering, “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you to know that. You’re it for me. Do you understand me?”

You pulled his head back to face you, “I understand. You’re it for me too. I couldn't do this with anyone else.”

He smirked, “Damn right you couldn't.”

Yours hands made their way to his strong muscular back, “Now fuck me like you mean it Katsuki. I won't break I promise.”

His dick twitched at your words before he picked up the pace.

You both got lost in the sensations you both had been craving. He pounded into you relentlessly. Hitting the spot the way it seemed only he could. It wasn't long before you felt yourself unraveling.

“Yeah thats it baby! Cum for me! Let go!”

You were overtaken by the most intense, toe curling orgasm.

You could feel Bakugo start to pull out but through your pants you yelled, “No cum inside me!”

His hips stuttered a but before he finally released inside of you.

He rolled to the side and pulled you on top of him so you could both fit on the couch.

After he caught his breath he looked over to you and kissed your forehead, “That was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

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gencat21 · 5 years

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Unexpected • Lee Taeyong (1)

(I did not give the boyfriend a name, not worth it haha.)

Autumn is just beautiful, watching the trees turn orange and how the floor was often full of their leaves was the most pretty and annoying thing for you. You love the cold breeze hitting your face, love the taste of coffee on your tongue, and love walking peacefully with your boyfriend talking about how your day has gone before going to the next class in half an hour. "I may be getting a good job as a music teacher. My piano teacher has been recommending me to a lot of people and after winning that competition last summer I've been getting a lot of emails. Also, a company contacted me, and they are interested in the songs I've written." You explain with enthusiasm, while he observed you with that smile of his.

"My little future Beethoven. Everybody wants you. But not as much as I do." He gets closer to kiss your forehead sweetly, but your thoughts are somewhere else, keeping you to react to his sweetness.

"There's even an offer abroad. Can you believe that?"

His smile turn softly to a straight line while he looks at you in disbelief. He wanted to smile for you, but he can't fake a smile. "Are you really considering that one?"

"It's on the states, but it's the best offer I've ever gotten."

"You really are, wow." He steps backward and laughs ironically. "I mean so little to you that you take that decision without even consulting it with me?" And your mouth fells open at how mad he was getting by the second. You were expecting to see him happy for you, after all it was an offer that you couldn't turn down.

"You don't have to get mad about this," you say sweetly so he would calm down, but he was looking somewhere else with a frown, which was starting to make you mad as well. "I have time to think about until graduation but I won't be turning that one down just because you want me to."

"How can you be so selfish?" And with that your sweet side disappear in the thin air. He was really saying that to you as if he wasn't thinking about his own words and you think it's useless to talk to him right now because he was getting madder.

"I have classes right now."

"Your class starts in 25 minutes."

"Well, I left a piano in the dance room, and the teacher needs it." That's wasn't a lie. So you take your leave trying to brush your boyfriend off your mind, but you were still thinking about the conversation you just had. "Calling me selfish when he was being selfish too, who does he even think he is? He's not my father, is the freaking crazy." You ramble while walking obviously mad to the practice room hating the fact that you left it there this morning. Why did you agree to play piano on the ballet presentation one week away? Yes, it was going to make everything more beautiful, but now you had more things to do.

You find Ten on the way and stop ranting to approach him without saying anything. You hold his wrist and continue walking, deciding by yourself that he was going to help you to move the keyboard from one side of campus to the other. "Why are you so mad today? Are you going to kill me?" He asks with that smile you loved and hated, he smiles way too much. A beautiful smile like that should be totally illegal.

"I hate men,"

"Are you becoming lesbian now?"

"No, women judge way too much. I hate them as well." You end up saying and laugh because of the conversation.

"Where are you taking me? Our class is the other way."

"Just help me move the keyboard, I will pay you back with fruit."

"But I hate fruits,"

"I know,"

"If you give me fruits I will throw it at you. But I'll accept tea." You like him as a friend. You've always wondered why you both weren't actually closer since he was a sweet and nice person to be around. But you had two different lives, so you just were glad that you both had a lot of classes in common, and that was enough for you. He made classes shorter by sitting with you, and you were thankful. Shortly, you both arrive at the building, and from that distance, you could hear the loud music playing in the dance room. The closer you got, the louder it was. The door was partially open, so you carefully approach the door to spy on whoever was dancing inside.

Inside the dance, room was a guy moving his body to the rhythm of the music. You never had the talent to dance that upbeat kind of music, leaving classical music as your cup of tea, but doesn't change the fact that you wish you could dance the way he can. Ten behind you peeks for a second as well and then taps your shoulder to get your attention. "Y/n, we need to go." Reminding you that your walk back was not short. Sadness covers your eyes since you wanted to see the end of the choreography, even if it was only the guy's back you were seeing. but you know he's right. Your eyes travel to Ten, who just shrugs at you. Suddenly the music stops.

His familiar face was turned to your direction, glancing at you with nothing more than a frown. "Who gave you the right to spy me?" His voice sends shivers down your spine because of how pissed he was of being spied.

"I wasn't," you step inside and your index finger points to your piano in a corner, his eyes follow your finger and then he looks again at you.

"Take it quick and leave, you're wasting my time." You avoid his gaze since it was a little intimidating sometimes. You've been used to seeing that guy for... As long as you can remember. For some strange reason, your paths are the same. Same high school, and weirdly, same art school. But you've never heard his voice until now, you've never had the chance to have a conversation, and you never wanted to. He's always had the bad boy aura, and you wanted nothing to do with it. He's always been the pretty bad boy that you made sure not to cross paths with, even though it was impossible

You know he never noticed you before, and hat even when he was a bad boy you had nothing to worry about because your social life was completely different. Until now that his scary gaze was following you around the room, watching your every move and that makes you uneasy. For a reason, they named him the scary pretty guy back on your school days. "Are you going to be here all day?" Ten asks Taeyong casually, you forgot they were friends for a moment there, but it was luck to you, since for that reason he stopped looking at you.

"Almost, we'll be waiting for you. Jaehyun and Johnny are on their way here right now, Mark went out a couple minutes ago."

"I have piano classes right now and then I will be free," he picks up your keyboard while you silently take the stand and make your way out of the room, glad that Ten distracted Taeyong. "See you in two hours." You hear him say, followed by him leaving the room behind you. You felt you could finally breathe, surprised that as soon as he stare at you, your breathing stop. He was breathtakingly handsome, but that was not the reason why you felt like that. Was the bad boy aura he has. "He just hates people seeing his choreographies when is not finished." Ten explain to you due to the silence that you hold.

"I don't care," you don't.

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8:23 pm says your phone when a text message pops up. You gasp in shock, realizing that you had been there longer than expected. It was normal for you to lose track of time when you were composing, but this time the hours really went by quicker than expected. You parted ways with Ten at five when your class ended, by staying in the piano classroom and played until the message from your boyfriend brought you back to reality. You slowly pick up your stuff, throwing your phone inside your bag not wanting to even read his text. But as soon as you step out of the building, your phone starts to vibrate, letting you know you had a call.

Annoyed, you look for your phone on your bag to see him calling you. "Yes?"

"I'm in the parking lot, let me take you home." His normal sweet voice appears on the other side, you roll your eyes in response as if he could see you. You just stayed silent on the entrance looking at your feet. "Or at least let's talk. I can't stand the fact of falling asleep while being mad at each other." Not standing the silence anymore. "Please."

"Sure, see you in a bit." The walk to the parking lot was the shortest walk you've ever had on the campus, you did not want to talk about anything right now because you were starting to see the real him. The not very supportive one, the one that may hold you back on a future. That may be the real one, and you were not ready to actually meet him. But you have to. His figure is against his car in the parking lot where there were only two cars, his and another way a few lots to the right. His eyes were on you the whole walk to his car, and you dont know what to feel about it. "Look, I thought about it,"

"Are you staying?"

" I—” you stop talking realizing you were about to raise your voice after that, and take a deep breath. "I will not make that decision right now, but I want you to be on my side and understand me instead of being against me. This is my future we're talking about in here.” you express your feeling, glad that he was listening to you in silence. " Do you understand?"

"But you can have a nice future, what is the matter with staying here?" He does not understand

"I do not know what I will do," you argue. "I just want you to be on my side not matter what decision I make."

"You will stay here with me." He says, as it was so easy, but the way he says it just bothered you. The demanding tone gets on your nerves.

"Stop saying it like that, you don't get to choose what I will do. This is my life."

"Oh, I see. You want to break up with me and fuck every single dude you see, like you went to fuck that guy instead of actually going to class?"

"What are you ta—"

"You thought I didn't see you leaving me alone to go for a guy? And you were still here when is not usual for you to be here? I went to your apartment and your roommate told me you were here. What were you doing?" Your expression shifts to one of disbelief and hurt.

"I can't believe you think I would do something like that to you," saying it was harder than thinking about it. A single tear rolls down your cheek, one that you quickly swipe away. "If you think like that, we have to break up. I'm leaving, and do not fucking call me ever again." You spit, then turn around to walk away containing the tears from falling. You do not want to cry near than man to show how weak you were. Obviously, you are weaker than he is.

You just feel the pain on your wrist and how harshly you are turned around to face him, "That hurts!" You whine, not being able to avoid the look he has. You've never seen his so mad, before, even less looking at you. The feeling of not being able to do anything was frustrating as he held your other wrist too. "Let me go, what are you doing?"

"So I'm right? How many guys have you fucked?"

"Let me fucking go!"

"You forgot you were only mine?"

"Fuck you!" You do not know where the strength to say to that man that had you under his control came out from, neither how by instinct your knee fly between his legs and make him let you go without wanting. Your breathing is audible, and you tell yourself to run away but you could not move at all. In shock, you stare at how he falls on the floor and stays there for a minute. Why could you not move? Why you have to stay there when you could run away and disappear somewhere he could not find you? Why do you wait until he stands up again and without thinking slaps your face so hard you fall on the floor? By then, Isn't it too late? Where did the strong Y/n escape to? He walks again to you, so you look for something around you that you could hit him with, but there's nothing. You close your eyes hard, waiting for whatever he is going to do to you, until the sound of a strong punch makes an appearance, and then you see from the corner of your eye how the man ready to hit you is on the floor holding his face with closed eyes. "Taeyong?" You ask yourself, seeing the familiar clothes you saw in the practice room earlier on the day.

You thought you had seen the scariest look on him, but that was not true. Now you could see what he really looks like when he is mad. Meanwhile, he's punching your now ex-boyfriend like his life depended on it. It was not the fact that he was hitting the man you can't say you don't love anymore, but the fact that you hated violence. Throwing punches in a reckless way like a person body was the easiest thing to hurt. "S—stop!" You voice comes out, but you know there was no way that with the sound of punches he heard you. You crawl to where they are and grab Taeyong's hand so he would stop.

He does and stands up so quickly that you barely could see him running to his car, grabbing something and coming out again. Your ex stands up, and follows him until you see him stop abruptly. That clicking sound just sends panic all over your body. "Do not fucking touch her ever again."

"Man, put that down," he says, giving a few steps backward.

"Taeyong, stop that!"

"I will make sure you don't fucking touch her from now on, if you look at her, if you get near her, even if you fucking think of her I will make sure is the last time you ever do." He spits the words out with some much hatred in his voice that you even lost yours. Your mouth moves like it screaming but you can't hear yourself.

From there, you start seeing how everything goes down on slow motion. How you lose sight of what was going on for a second while Ten sees your state and hugs you. Your tears rolling down in desperation wanting everything to just stop. You see how Jaehyun, Johnny, and Mark appear in the scene trying to calm Taeyong, while your ex gets in his car and leaves without even looking at you once. Mark slowly takes the gun, that God knows why he has it on his car, while Johnny holds Taeyong and says things you can't hear nor see, you just glare over Ten's shoulder and let all the tears come out. Your arms hug him when you see that nothing bad really happened besides the bastard having a black eye and bruises on his face. "It's alright," your sense of hearing lets you hear Ten murmuring it to you while your big sobs become little.

Your eyes go to the man that stares at your crying self on the floor. That anger and hatred disappeared out of the blue, now there was an expression that you could not recognize as he took a few slow steps. Your hands softly push Ten away from you, and as a mechanism of defense you back away. "Do not touch me!" You demand at the man that wanted to get near you and check if you were fine. Taeyong just wanted to ignore your words and get near, but your tears and your shaking hand made him stand still.

"I can explain,"

"Y—you don't need to explain anything to me, I don't want to know," you stand up with a great amount of effort since your legs were shaking the same way your whole body was. You forget about your bag, you just wanted to lock yourself on your apartment and forget it all happened. As if it was possible. You knew all the boys you've crossed paths a few times before where looking at your weak figure trying to walk away, and it was the most heartbreaking thing they have seen. Taeyong notices your bag on the floor, but before he could pick it up Ten does. "You've done enough, I will give it to her and take her home."

Mark gets closer to him before the others and places a hand on his shoulder when your figure besides Ten's disappears from their sight. "Let's go,"

Taeyong takes his hand off of his shoulder softly. "Please don't touch me," calmly says before starting to walk to his car.

(Any mistakes I didn't see, please let me know so I can change it. Thank you!)

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : Happy Famlies

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: This AU is exactly what is sounds like. Everyone gets a happy family.

Feat. Dadmight, and his sons Izuku and Tenko, Big Bro Dabi with his little bro, Shinson and his Dadzawa.

allmight n inko end up dating and tenko n izu are brothers

dabi and tenko are third year ua herocourse students when izu and the others join

tenko is a soft sunshine boy cause izu rubbed off on him a lot

dabi wants to be an underground hero so he'll never be like his father

todoroki takes the entrance exam so inasa and hitoshi are recommendation students

izuku kills the exam because he starts ua being able to use full cowl 5%, breaking allmights record with a whopping 130 points

because consider dabi, shouto, izu, tenko and hitoshi all singing karaoke together, dabi has a tambourine and tenko is violently shaking maracas

izuku and inko dont know toshi is allmight, but tenko and toshi are terrible liars

the first time toshi meets izuku its just tenko presenting him saying "you gotta give it to him dad"

izu is only 5 n still broken up about having no quirk, toshi says he might just be a late bloomer while tenko nods

toshi sneaks izuku his quirk when he turns 7, izuku wakes up n accidentally punches a hole in the ceiling, he n katsuki make up cause izuku has a bomb ass quirk even if it does break his bones

he and inko just think he was a late bloomer cause his quirk was so strong. tenko and toshi highfive

seven year old izuku walking back into his house like mom i broke both my arms again :(((

katsuki actually helps him work out the flick thing

"it breaks my arms!" "then use less you dumb fuck!" "oh yeah actually thank you"

they’re so used to shouting criticisms while sparring that they still do it after they enter ua

when they spar at the sports festival mic can’t get a word of commentary in bc it’s just a constant slew of

“kACCHAN I TOLD U TO STOP LEADING WITH UR RIGHT”

“SHIITY DEKU IF U LAND LIKE THAT UR GONNA BREAK UR LEGS”

dabi n tenko the third years can hear them in their own stadium. tenko is cheering softly, dabi has a heart attack when he sees the walls of ice

izu has a massive handshapped scar on his wrist from when tenko saved him by pulling him out of the way of a car

he doesnt mind it but it makes tenko sad so he wears a lil cuff over it

tenko snuck in to watch the entrance exam he n toshinori are cheering quietly, the other teachers just sigh

izuku broke allmights record for points scored in the entrance exam but hes still scared he failed

tenko wants to s c r e a m

USJ ANGST TIME

starts as normal students enter, villains arrive kurogiri has an ear piece and is talking with afo directly, some of the 8 prefects goons are there too

hitoshi used his quirk on kurogiri to find out who they are, but is targeted after that and the villains know not to respond

the students are scattered, its izu/tsuyu and hitoshi. they do the whirlpool thing w/o the sitcking, hitoshi instructs them to tread water and not to move

hitoshi is nearing quirk overuse, tsuyu is shaken, izu is pretty much ok

aizawa is fighting the villains as normal, the nomu arrives

hitoshi tries to mind control the nomu, kurogiri attempts to direct one of the nomus punches to hitoshi, aizawa cancels the portal, severing one of the nomus arms. its grows back, aizawa is beaten

izuku charges forward, fighting the nomu with a higher percentage of full cowl than he can safely use but they are evenly matched

todoroki shows up, cant help because the two are moving so fast he cant aim his quirk and not hit mido

he and hitoshi keep kurogiri busy

before allmight arrives, dabi and tenko do, after seeing tenya running towards the school

izuku can barely move, over using his quirk to the point that he has countless micro fractures and the nomu has landed a few punches, and he took others to protect aizawa

tenko yells at dabi to grab izuku, kurogiri mentions that his master killed tenkos family and hes pissed

he cant stand up to the nomu but shouto makes an opening and he and dabi try to damage it as best they can, shouto has to hold izuku down to stop him from joining the fight again

allmight arrives, quickly dispatches the nomu, turns on Kurogiri

so tenko, allmight and a shaky izu are all facing down kurogiri while afo is trying to convince him to keep fighting

reinforcements arrive and kuro nopes out

as soon as the portal closes, izuku collapses and tenko n allmight rush over, shouto is grabbing onto dabi and hitoshi is trying to get aizawa to respond

hitoshi, crying, has to ask dabi to pick up his dad because his arms are shaking to bad hes scared he might drop him

tenko has no gloves anymore and he cant touch izuku and hes just lost, shouto wraps an arm around him and hitoshi n they cry as dabi takes aizawa and allmight takes izuku to recovery girl

aizawa n izu in the same hospital, hitoshi tells him what izuku did n aizawa fucking, breaks out of bed like a jackass to call him a problem child then fucking limps back

less depressingly, happy families dabi and tenko do "get help" from Thor Ragnarok

"gET heLP hEs BUrnINg UP"

aizawa : "kids that movie is like 240 years old"

izuku : "so... you know it then?"

aizawa: "fuck"

nighteye and gran torino are izuku and tenko's terrible uncles

he stars school at 5%, internships is 10%, camp gets him up to 15% so hes around 25% at the eri rescue

ochako being a terrible influence on kirishima

“uraraka i like katsuki. what do”

“push it down”

“what”

“pUSH UR FEELINGS Down”

also happy families shouto actually interns w nighteye n izu because dabi said he was an ass so no death thanks

one person asks izuku what his quirk is

he pauses

"aaaaaaaaaa"

"hm"

"my mum has minor levitation and my dad is quirkless"

izuku pauses again.

"wait"

"wait im not toshis biologically"

"waiT Who WAs My FirST Dad?"

shouto thinks inko has an affair w allmight then married his secretary but izuku met toshinori through tenko so he just lays down on the floor and screams

shouto’s brain is going to explode one day

consider tenko and izuku looking soft and pure but you turn around and suddenly you dont have a wallet and your food is gone

happy family izuku and kastuki were eachothers first kiss but in a dumb ass way

izuku was like "i need to ruin my frist kiss so the next one will be better"

"wow me too, you seem like the worlds worst option!"

"cool!"

they both almost gagged afterwards

tenko walked in on them violently scrubbing their lips

“wow katsuki who was ur first kiss”

bakugou stares off fondly into the distance

“deku :))”

"it was fucking terrible" wistful sigh

izuku, blushing happily: “id never do it again”

izuku: "yeah i scrubbed my face until it bleed so none of my skin would be tainted"

first week of 1a, someone asking izuku if he and katsuki are/were dating so izuku asks ochako to launch him into the sun

no matter how many people they date everyone always insists that katsuki and izuku are dating each other

izuku is actually dating shouto but no one believes him for some reason

dabi and hitoshi find it so funny

please consider dabi being the frontrunner of these rumours, like these random first years will come up to izuku while he’s eating lunch with shouto and they’ll be in t e a r s

“wHY ARE YOU CHEATING ON BAKUGOU SENPAI?”

izuku starts crying

shouto, totally deadpan: "i thought our love was real, izu-chan"

izuku wheezes

they have a katsudeku fan club and shouto’s the mascot

dabi is in it. hes a full hero at this point but nezu gave him a pass so he could attend

they have weekly meetings

it’s dabi, shouto, kirishima and like twenty first year girls from every class

shouto, in a deadpan voice: “good morning girls today i saw katsuki and izuku sharing bread. discuss”

kirishima is one of the most popular fanartists

tenko loves the meme but looking at his brother and bakugo “dating” makes him deeply upset so he breaks in to decay all the art on the walls once a week

he crowds shouto in tears one day

“how are you okay with your boyfriend and your classmate being the subjects of such horrid art”

shouto, deadpan: “it’s just a prank bro”

izuku falls asleep in the common room and toshi carries him back to his room and has to call tenko to unlock the door for him. tenko was in his own dorm on the other side of school.

he sprinted

iida the good boy finishes his essays the week before and hands them in a day early

izuku, the hot mess, procrastinates by training until he cant feel his arms and doing any other subject work than the stuff due, stays up till 4am to finish his essay and doesnt go back to sleep cause its time for his morning run

they get the same grades

no one knows izuku is a hot mess

Dabi is like izuku but he doesnt study hes just depressed

Tenko finishes his the day before but he gets izuku to read it over

shouto does his essays in class

aizawa wants to be mad but he remembers him mic n tensei distracting the teachers for as long as they can to violently finish their essays

“katsuki why didn’t you finish your essay”

“i was making oreos from scratch sensei”

"fair, give me some and you can hand in it wednesday"

he bribes every single teacher into giving him extensions and no one can refuse him bc his extra spicy curry is to die for. he maybe sometimes he helps deku get an extension too but if he does that’s no one else’s business but his

izuku acts so soft w the others "oh isnt kacchans food so good? "

but he climbs into through katsukis window

"bitch whats the recipe"

izuku banging on katsuki s window at five in the morning: “kacchan give me ur fucking curry recipe you promised it to me three years ago”

bakugos hands shake as he tries to call aizawa

“i see u calling sensei kacchan, put the phone down and no one gets hurt”

he has one of katsukis limited editing all might figurines in his hand

“give me the recipe and all might lives katsuki. it doesn’t have to end this way”

shouji, stressed and sleep deprived walks into bakugou’s room just to see izuku menacingly trying to force his way in while bakugou is crying

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axel-fics · 5 years

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omg! i just came up with something! what if axel/lea tried to flirt with the cute new sea salt ice cream store worker? i dont recommend doing this in real life unless the person initiates, because its their job to be friendly and you dont want to make them uncomfortable!

Ice Cream Sundays

The clock tower rang out 6pm. Finally, another day of long, grueling missions is over with. Axel walked down the quiet streets of Twilight Town towards his usual ice cream spot that he went to every day. It was a tiny store tucked away in the back of Market Street, not too far away from the clock tower where he’d meet up with Roxas and Xion to share sea-salt ice creams. The shop had two big windows, complete with gold letters painted on reading “Murray’s” on both panels that shone brightly when the sunset reflected on them. Inside there were a few tables and booths for people to sit and enjoy their cold treats while talking amongst friends. Axel always came before the evening rush to avoid the crowds; a quick ‘hello’ to Murray the owner, slap down the munny for his usual order, and on his way he’d go.

Tonight, however, was absolutely packed. As Axel approached the store, he saw through the big windows that the whole store was teaming with parents and small children, cliques of teenagers loudly talking and laughing, some even playing with their ice creams and making a mess everywhere. Axel awkwardly walked in and stepped up to the counter, trying his best to blend in without getting too much attention drawn his way. No one seemed to notice that a man in a long leather trench coat was even in the room, and he wanted to take advantage of that. Where the hell was Murray?

The swinging door that led to the back freezer area kicked open suddenly. Axel’s eyes widened as someone other than Murray emerged, carrying a large tub of cotton candy ice cream in her arms towards the cooler.

“I’ll be with you in a sec,” you panted. Your [h/c] was tied up with a bow high up on your head, a few strands loosely hanging in your face. The apron you wore was covered in a mixture of ice cream flavors and toppings. Axel was so entranced by you that he didn’t even hear when you spoke to him again.

“Sir? Are you okay?” A hand waved in front of his face, and Axel blinked a few times to get his bearings back.

“Yeah, uh, just three sea-salt ice creams please,” he stuttered. ‘What’s the matter with me? Snap out of it!’

“Here you go, that’ll be fifteen munny please.”

“Hey, uh, where’s Murray today?” Axel asked.

“He worked the afternoon shift today. Summer vacation started so he hired me to take on the evenings,” you shrugged, smiling softly as you put the munny in the register. Your [e/c] eyes sparkled in the sunlight like diamonds, and Axel felt his face flush up.

“Oh, well lucky for me the evenings are my normal time to come here,” he smirked.

“What do you mean by ‘lucky for you’?”

“Murray’s nice and all, but now I get to talk to a cute shopgirl every day,” Axel winked. As the words left his lips, he was taken back himself. When did he become such a flirt?

You blushed profusely from behind the counter, shyly pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“What’s your name?”

“[Y/N]”.

“[Y/N], huh? Pretty name. Mine’s Axel, got it memorized?” Axel pointed to his temple as you nodded softly, another smile forming on your face. “Well, I gotta take off. I’ll see you around, [Y/N].”

“See you, Axel.”

~*~

The entire evening on the clock tower perch, Axel sat distracted. Roxas and Xion talked away happily about their different missions, but Axel’s mind was stuck on you.

“Axel, what do you think?”

Snapping out of his thoughts again, Axel looked up to see Xion and Roxas staring at him.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Do you think we’ll get another day off soon?” Xion repeated.

“Oh, uh, maybe,” Axel ruffled his hair behind his neck and smiled.

Roxas stretched his arms above his head and yawned, paying no attention to how absent-minded Axel seemed to be today. “I’m beat you guys, let’s RTC.”

“M’kay,” Xion stood up.

“Actually, you two go on ahead without me,” Axel said. “I need to take care of something really quickly.”

Roxas and Xion raised eyebrows at each other before looking back at Axel suspiciously. “Okay then,” Roxas said. “See you later.”

Creating a dark corridor, Axel ran through and ended up back on the ground a block away from the shop. Could he have walked? Yes, but something inside him made him anxious that he couldn’t wait to get back to the small store. It had been a few hours since he stopped by, the store front now showing a “CLOSED” sign hanging on the door. Axel’s shoulders dropped in disappointment for a second, until he saw you through the window cleaning up the store. Axel reached out and turned the handle, thankful that it was still unlocked.

“Sorry, but we’re closed! We’ll be open again tomorrow morning,” you called over your shoulder.

“But I already told you that the evenings are when I usually stop by. Guess you didn’t get that memorized yet, huh?” Axel smirked.

Freezing in place, you turned towards Axel standing in the doorway. “Oh, Axel! What are you doing back here?”

“You looked exhausted earlier. Thought I’d come help out?”

“Thanks anyways, but I’m almost done,” you said and placed the mop back in its bucket, leaning it up against the counter. Your apron was covered in more ice cream than earlier, and a streak of chocolate sauce brushed across your cheeks.

“First day of summer vacation and you’re already exhausted,” Axel laughed. “Think you can keep up for another month?”

“I guess I’ll find out. Can’t leave poor Murray to this madness by himself.” You plopped down in an empty seat next to the window, the sunlight beaming through the glass and made your skin glow in its wake.

“You’ll be fine,” Axel said as he sat down next to you. “I mean, it can’t all be that bad, right? You’ll see me all the time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You’re right, I mean you are my favorite customer by far.”

“Exactly, I — wait, huh?”

You winked and started laughing even louder. “You’re such a flirt! I wanted to turn the tables on you just once!”

“Har-har, very funny of you,” he mumbled. As you continued to giggle, he couldn’t hold back the smile he felt forming on his face for long. “C’mere,” he leaned forward.

“Wha—?”

“You have chocolate on your face,” Axel laughed. He started to reach forward and stopped momentarily to take off his glove before gently brushing your cheek, the chocolate coming off in an easy swipe. Your face once again turned bright red at the feeling of his hand against your face. When he licked the chocolate from his finger and gave you another wink, your whole body felt like it was on fire.

“You’re fun to mess with,” he mused. “You get so easily flustered.”

“Not normally,” you breathed. “Just seems to be around you.”

You leaned in towards him, your face now inches away from his. His hot breath was warm against your skin, the scent of chocolate combined with the sea-salt ice cream he had earlier filling your nose. Closing your eyes, you waited for Axel to close the distance between the two of you. His lips were so close to yours now that they just barely touched; Axel looked down at you and smirked before starting to pull away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered.

“Wait, what?!”

Axel got up and walked towards the door, a toothy smirk plastered on his face. “I’m just having some more fun with you.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re just gonna leave like that!” Despite the disappointment, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Have I told you how cute you are when you’re frustrated?” He saluted you and winked again as you pouted. “Tomorrow, I promise.”

“It’s not very nice to keep me waiting like that, you know!”

“Maybe, but now you’ll have something more to look forward to for tomorrow. No one can ruin your good mood now, right?” He waved and stepped out the door and walked back up Market Street, disappearing from view.

Shaking your head, you laughed to yourself and smiled widely. ‘Cheeky bastard has a point…’

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Tagged by @darthdarceyy !!! Thanks for tagging me!!

RULES: ANSWER MY ELEVEN QUESTIONS THEN TAG ELEVEN PEOPLE AND COME UP WITH ELEVEN QUESTIONS FOR THEM.

1.Who do you think apologies first? Ben or Rey?

I see it as Rey being the first to voice it. But I think Ben’s actions will say it first. Like he’ll do something that shows Rey he regrets how things went. But Rey is more comfortable voicing her emotions so I think she’ll say it out loud first.

2. Write a short story paragraph of what you think Ben and Rey’s first kiss will actually be like?

Oh snap... Shit. Let’s pretend they just finished a super intense fight scene but I’m not gonna write that part. So just imagine them standing in the middle of a battlefield after the enemy is destroyed.

Ben’s warm amber eyes stared at her, rooting her to the spot. The heat in his gaze filled her veins with fire. The last time she’d seen him with such an intense look, she’d ran, searching for a distraction. But there was nothing here to distract her, no rebels facing impeding doom to save her from that look or the man behind it.

“Ben, I-” Rey fumbled for a coherent thought or some sort of an excuse, anything to buy her time.

It only took two long strides for him to close the distance, to stand before her like a black tower. His lips parted as his eyes searched hers. Perhaps he was looking for an excuse as well, something, anything to deny the energy sizzling between them.

“Rey,” his voice was just a breath escaping through his full lips, drawing her attention to them and then back to his molting eyes. His breath brushed against her skin like a warm caress, teasing and tempting her.

Reaching out, Rey placed one hand on his chest, hesitant at first. When he didn’t pull back, she spread her fingers wider, feeling the muscles that tensed at her touched. His chest rose and fell in a steady pace as if he weren’t affected by the tension between their bodies. The hammering of his heart told a different story.

With her other hand, Rey reached out to trace his scar; the wound she’d inflicted long since healed but the memory behind it still very present, at least for her.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through her veins or perhaps a moment of seer insanity. Rey didn’t know, didn’t care. She stretched up on her tiptoes and pulled his face down until their lips met.

It was brief but soft. Gentle yet scorching. As she stepped back down, heat flushed her cheeks and she looked away, too unsure of her actions to meet Ben’s penetrating eyes.

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t-”

In a flash, Ben wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard form, cutting off her apology. He crushed his lips over hers, claiming her mouth with his own.

Mine.

The thought burned through Rey’s mind like a lighting bolt, powerful and blinding, blocking out all other thoughts and leaving her momentarily blinded.

Mine.

It wasn’t Ben’s voice in her head this time as Rey tangled her fingers in his thick black hair. The thought was all her own.

Mine.

Both their voices rang through each other’s minds claiming one another mentally as they claimed one another physically.

Took more than a paragraph but I tried. Lol. That last line is a bit meh but I didn’t know how to wrap it up.

3. What other pairings do you love?

Currently? None like Reylo. Reylo has taken control of my life. But I also love Jamie and Claire from Outlander (both the books and the TV show) and Mac and Barrons from the Fever series (I highly HIGHLY recommend these books)

4. Do you think Rey and Kylo are both virgins? (lol i do) What do you actually think the first time will be like?

I honestly do think they’re both virgins which is a bit refreshing. I think they’re first time will be... soft? I guess is the word. Soft but passionate. I don’t think it’s something either of them will rush into. While I think they’ll make out hot and heavy, I think the first time they have sex, they’ll both be like “are you sure” and “is this okay” but once they get past that first bit of awkwardness, the passion will kick in.

5. When did you fall in love with Reylo?

Before TFA to be honest. I wasn’t much into SW before Reylo. I used to be on Tumblr for the ship Amorra (Amon x Korra from The Legend of Korra) a ship that has lots of similar traits as Amorra. So fellow Amorrians kept telling me I needed to watch TFA because I would ship Reylo. Since I wasn’t super into SW, I didn’t get around to seeing TFA for awhile but I did enjoy Reylo fanart and gifsets and such. Then once I finally saw TFA I got into reading fics and into slowly took over my life.

6. Imagine you were in Rey’s position in the Force Awakens during the interrogation scene? How do you think you would have reacted to Kylo threatening you and demanding Luke?

Pretending like I don’t have to keep it rated PG-13, I would have cussed him out and threatened him lol

7. An AU where Ben and Rey meet every time by reincarnation or whatever. Where are they?

Uhhhhhhh. Hm. I’m just gonna go with a biker bar since I’m writing an AU biker fic right now

8. What do you think it would be like in episode 9 if Luke had lived ?

Oh damn. I’ve never thought of this. I think Luke would probably have “retired” I mean he basically faced his past and learned to forgive himself for his mistake. But I think he would have told Leia the truth about what had happened that night. And then once Ben and Rey got together and Ben sees Luke again, I think Ben would forgive him because Ben’s dealt with/learned from his past too.

9. Do you agree that Hux might be the biggest bad guy in 9?

Not biggest. But I think he’ll be one of the biggest. I think the biggest will be Kylo/Ben overcoming his fear/learning to forgive himself. I think 9 will focus more on finding balance than destroying the dark. But I think Hux is gonna get in the way of Ben/Rey finding the balance so they’ll have to face him as a “big bad”

10. What do you think Ben and Rey’s first meeting in 9 will be like after everything that’s happened?

I honestly think it’ll happen during Leia’s funeral. So instead of them yelling or arguing, I think they’ll find comfort in each other. And then later on they’ll have to deal with everything that happened between them. But I think Leia’s funeral will kind force them to put all that crap to the side for a moment. But because it brings them together, it’s also going to force them to deal with the crap (maybe not right away) instead of trying to ignore it. If that makes sense.

11. What do you head cannon Reylo baby to look like? Boy or girl?

I honestly haven’t really thought about this. But genetically speaking, they’ll probably have twins since twins skip a generation. I think a boy and a girl. The girl would have Ben’s hair that he secretly loves braiding all the time. The boy would look like Rey but with Ben’s ears.

OMG. I suck at tagging.

@reylobitch @lonelyspacebabies @27vampyresinhermind @damnitskywalkers @im-reylo-trash-and-i-dont-care @violetwilson @redheadnerdrage @reylocalligraphy @monsterleadmehome @ididntwanttoshipit @black-diamond96

^I don’t talk to all of you but I see you on my dash so don’t feel pressured to do this if you don’t want to!

Your questions are (I’m mixing the Reylo with some personal)

1. What is your favorite canon Reylo moment?

2. Do you have any pets? What’s their name? Pic?

3. What are you usually doing on a Friday night?

4. What Reylo fic(s) are you currently reading? (if any)

5. Of all the Reylo content you’ve made (art, fic, meta, etc.) what’s your favorite? Link?

6. Do you have a Reylo music playlist you listen to? What’s on it?

7. “My favorite thing about the Reylo ship/fam is....”

8. What’s your drink of choice?

9. What are you doing when you’re not fangirling over Reylo?

10. Besides Star Wars, what other movies/books/shows do you obsess over?

11. How do you think ep IX will end?

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canwetalkaboutcaptainswan · 7 years

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Soon, I Hope.

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***If I missed tagging you (or you want to be tagged from now on) drop me a message!

Okay folks! This is the follow-up Daddy!Killian piece of 280 Days. I need to apologize in advance because it’s not as cotton-candy fluffy as my norm, but there is still a VERY healthy dose of daddy!Killian. This is the first of I don’t know how many chapters. Minimum 3, maximum probable like 6. Also, I just recently got myself an AO3 account. So you can read it on there also. My username is the same. Thank you for all the support! ~ Jenn!

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Up until this moment in time, Emma has never really regretted any of her mistakes. Sure, some of the ones she’d made were downright stupid and could’ve been avoided, but she couldn’t deny that most of the mistakes she’s made in her life (mainly the big ones) have eventually led to some form of good. For instance: was getting into the yellow bug with Neal a mistake? Probably, but now she has Henry. Was giving Henry up for adoption a mistake? Some days she wishes she hadn’t, but then she realizes that if she hadn’t done it, her family wouldn’t be nearly as big as it is now. Was handcuffing Captain Hook and trapping him at the top of a beanstalk a mistake? Definitely. 100%. But hey, now she’s married to him.

So, as Emma saw it, mistakes weren’t all that bad. On the contrary, they usually turned out beneficial, in the long run. Made her stronger, taught her something, helped her grow.

Until now.

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Now, despite the fact that she’d been told multiple times that it’s highly advisable that she remain in her chair, she gets up. Not just because she wants to, but because she needs to. Needs to so viscerally that she feels like she might combust into flames if she doesn’t. She crosses the short distance from her chair to where her husband stands, hunched and broken, in between two very complicated looking contraptions. To any other he may appear fine, but not to her. The ache within her grows with each passing step because she can feel hopelessness boiling off him like steam from a screaming kettle. He hasn’t even realized she’s entered the room, but the minute her palms make contact with his shoulder blades, he loses it. He turns and leans into her, and she finds that suddenly she’s bearing a startling amount of his weight, (definitely against any and all recommendations for a woman in her state) but she manages. She manages because she knows that she needs to be the strong one this time, and that is non-negotiable. Yes, she needs to be strong, because this time, he just can’t. He’s hopeless and frail and more downright terrified then she’s ever seen him in all her life. And it’s with Killian's chin sharp against her collarbone and his nails digging into her back and his ragged, breathless sobs flowing into her ear that she realizes what a colossal, terrible mistake she has made. And this mistake? No one will be benefiting from. No one will be learning from it or growing from it and it will not be leading to anything but pain. And honestly? If she could go back in time and erase it, there’s not any doubt in her mind that she would.

**** hours earlier.****

Dr Cameron speaks calmly, but her words still chill Killian to the bone.

“So Baby A still isn’t progressing all that far into the birth canal, and he’s starting to experience mild fetal distress. So, although I know it’s not in your birth plan, I’m going to suggest we do a cesarean. We can wait another half hour to see if he goes further down, but I’d agree to do it now if that’s what you want me to do.”

Fetal distress? DISTRESS? Killian’s heart is racing at a mile a minute and all the beeping going on is doing nothing to help. Cesarean? He’d read about that. That’s where they make an incision and then—

“Yes, I’m fine with that,” Emma nods, her sweaty brow furrowed. “I just want them out.”

Killian also nods, not because he necessarily assents but because he feels like he should. He’s still locked on the words fetal distress, and he stares at the screens surrounding Emma’s hospital bed, desperately wishing he had a better understanding of what they all mean. Emma squeezes his hand, and he turns his attention back to her. She's been ridiculously calm this entire time, and he has not a clue how she’s managing it. He loves her fiercely for it.

“Hey. Come here,” she orders, and he crouches obediently. She reaches her hand up, being careful of her IV, and tugs him in for a quick, reassuring kiss. “It’s going to be okay, Killian. It won’t be long now. The doctor’s going to take them out surgically. Like, she’s gunna cut me open. It sounds scary but it’s a perfectly safe procedure. It’ll be safer for the babies that way. They’ll let you stay with me while it happens, but you’re gunna have to change into special clothes that they give you. They’re called scrubs. It’s okay. They’ll be here soon, okay? Remember what my dad told you. Focus on being excited, not on being worried.”

Killian gulps but nods, forcing a smile and taking her hand. Emma rubs the back of his fingers with her thumb, knowing for a fact that he’s totally freaked out. Medical personnel rush around her, getting things ready, and she sees Killian watching them, his bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth. “Hey,” she says again, tugging on his hand. “Just focus on me, Killian,” she says gently. “Eyes on me. We’re doing this together, okay?”

“Okay, Swan,” he says. “Okay.”

The next hour is a blur, and when he thinks back on it, all he can really remember of the procedure is holding Emma’s hand while he sat by her head. There was a tall sheet separating them from Emma’s abdomen and the doctors, and before he knew it, Dr. Cameron was holding up the tiniest human being he’d ever laid eyes on in his life. “Here’s Baby A!” she said happily, and Emma’s gasp matched his. The baby was immediately handed off to someone, and after a minute his wails filled the room. That’s when Killian’s tears started. He didn’t know where to look, whether at Emma or the baby or at the doctor who was busy retrieving the other baby. A few minutes passed and a second tiny boy was hoisted in the air, purpler than the first. “Here’s your baby B!”

“Killian, we did it!” Emma exclaimed, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Our boys!”

Killian nodded and smiled, tears falling freely down his face. The second baby got passed off to the waiting nurse, and soon he was crying too. Killian leaned down and kissed Emma’s forehead, nuzzling her briefly. His heart was doing all sorts of things, panic and joy tumbling into each other over and over again.

“Surgical count!” someone yelled over the cries of the babies. Suddenly Killian was hyperaware of the various noises in the room. The babies were still crying, Dr. Cameron was yelling out numbers as well as something about sponges, and there were many people crowded around the little platforms where their infants lay, and they were shouting things. Killian’s panic flared, not knowing where to look, not knowing what to do. Emma had her eyes closed and that worried him. His babies were crying. There were so many noises.

Suddenly Doctor Cameron was next to Killian, placing a hand on his shoulder. “The babies will get checked out and taken to the NICU now. Emma, you’ll have to stay in recovery for a few hours. Dad can go with babies or stay with Mom.”

Killian’s eyes blew wide and he felt his breath catch. Stay with his wife who’d just undergone major surgery, or go with the two tiniest little things on the planet? An impossible choice. One he couldn’t possibly—

“Go with them, Killian,” Emma orders, interrupting Killian’s mental distress. Emma’s eyes are open again, and she squeezes his hand with all of her might before letting it go. “I’ll be fine. You stay with our boys, that way they won’t be alone. I’ll be down there soon. I love you. Go with them.”

Killian nods at her, leaning to kiss her on the lips, and smoothes her sweaty hair down and behind her ear. “I’ll go with them, darling.” he promises her. “You did so good, Emma. I’m so proud of you.” Dr. Cameron pats his shoulder again, giving him a slight push in the direction of the crowd of doctors and nurses who are clearly about to wheel their babies down the hallway.

Emma turns her head to watch him go, the tension in his back and shoulder muscles discernible through his scrubs even from where she lays on the gurney 10 feet away. She wonders idly if she made the right choice, sending him with the twins rather than keeping him next to her. She hopes it wasn’t a mistake. She hopes he’ll be okay.

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(It was a mistake. A terrible mistake.)

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“Hey. Hey. Look at me, Killian. Sweetheart. My love. Breathe with me, just for a minute. Eyes on me. Good. Deep breath in, slow. That’s it, just try. Again, Killian. For me, okay?”

Killian tries his best to obey his wife, but she’s hazy through the tears in his eyes and the panic in his mind. His breathing is ragged, rough, and the air he gets just doesn’t seem like enough. He can feel Emma's hands on his face, and he tries to focus on that, on the soft slide of her palms against his stubble, her thumbs sweeping gently across his cheeks. But then, all at once he seems to lose her, and suddenly he’s back in that room with the beeping and the yelling and the wires and the tubes, too many places to look and too many noises and not enough space, not enough space and his babies, his babies-

Emma gives up trying to get him to breathe right and pulls him back into her, cradling his head against her chest. Her heart positively aches for him, his tangible fear cutting into her soul like broken shards of glass. She hates herself for the mistake she made. She never should’ve sent him out here by himself, equipped with absolutely zero knowledge about anything going on around him. If she’d been with him? Sure. There’s no doubt even though he would’ve been scared, she could’ve kept him reasonably calm with actions, with explanations, with her mere presence at his side. But no. Instead, she’d made him leave his cut-open wife on a gurney to follow after his two tiny, helpless, wailing infants while doctors and nurses shouted words he didn’t understand and connected scary looking machinery to various parts of his babies’ bodies. And now, hours later, he’s shaking and shaking, falling more truly apart than she’s ever seen him fall. She holds him tight, her face pressed against his hair, trying desperately to shut the world off for him, if only for a minute. At first she doesn’t know what to say, can’t think of any words that will ground him to her or help him find his breath. But then she remembers when Leia was born, and how she had been the one in hysterics. She remembers feeling like she’d die if she let Leia out of her grip for the nurses to clean and weigh, and she remembers what Killian had said that helped calm her down.

“Killian, I won’t let go,” she whispers to him now, her body starting to really ache from holding them up in this position, “We are going to get through this, I promise. And I will not let go, okay? I’m so sorry you were all by yourself out here for so long. But I’m here now. I’m not gunna let go, Killian. And our babies are right here, it’s alright. You did so good, Killian. I love you so much. I’m so sorry you were out here by yourself but you did so good. You did so good, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. I love you.” She’s whispering to him as calmly as she can, a continuous string of reassurance right into his ear. She strokes his face with her palm still, fingers grazing his stubble, a familiar action she hopes will help. After a few minutes he shifts, albeit still quaking, and leans up to look at her. The weight of the mistake hits Emma again when she takes in the veins pulsing in his forehead, the endless wrinkles of worry creased in his brow, and the seemingly bottomless sorrow set deep in his red-rimmed blue eyes.

“I…I didn’t even...” he starts, his voice raw and quivering, and she tilts her head in encouragement, waiting for him to collect himself. He tries again. “They...I...didn’t even get to hold them,” he croaks, and Emma feels tears well up and a lump form in her throat at how devastated he sounds. “They were crying, both of them, so much for so long and I couldn’t…”

“Oh Killian, I’m so sorry,” she tells him, wrapping her arms around him in a more traditional type of hug. She can’t even comprehend how terrible the past few hours must’ve been for him. When it comes to his children, the best way Emma can think to describe Killian is protector. Since the minute Leia arrived into the world, Killian has focused on naught but keeping her safe and free from harm, both physical and emotional. He can’t stand it when she cries and does not rest until she’s calm and tucked safely in his arms. So to literally have been trapped in a room, while his minutes-old sons squalled in the hands of strangers, completely powerless to do anything to help them? Emma’s gut twists. Not even Hades himself could’ve cooked up a purer form of torture for him.

“I promise you, they are both okay. Yes, they are super tiny and need a lot of support from the machines right now. But the nurse who was with me in recovery was getting me constant updates on both of them, and nothing is majorly wrong with them, Killian. I know it looks scary and it feels scary. I mean, it is scary, how small and fragile they are. But I need you to understand that the stuff happening to them is all more or less typical for premature babies. Especially twins. And I know that’s super hard for you to understand. But trust me, okay? I promise you, they’ll both be okay. You know I wouldn’t say that to you if it wasn’t true.”

Killian listens as intently as he can, trying to let himself be comforted by the calm lilt in his wife’s tone. The slightest fraction of tension eases out of his shoulders, and though it’s only a tiny step of progress, Emma still appreciates it. She scratches his back lightly, trying to think of a question to ask him that won’t increase his level of panic.

“So? Can you tell them apart, Daddy?” she whispers gently, her tone light and airy now.

He manages the tiniest of smiles. “I can, actually. It was difficult at first, but they’re quite different. At least, to me.”

She smiles proudly at him, trying not to let tears form in her eyes. “Will you teach me?” she asks him.

He looks at Emma then, really looks at her, and again, another fraction of tension seems to leave him. “Of course, love,” he tells her, pulling at her waist, “come and see.”

The move in tandem to the contraption on the left, and Emma looks at the baby inside for the first time. Her heart swells and shatters all at once. He’s so tiny, covered in wires, a mask over his face to help him breathe and a shield covering his eyes. A needle stuck in his foot. Her poor baby. Her poor son. Like Killian, she aches desperately to hold him, but she quells her sudden urge to cry; she’s being strong. She has to be strong right now.

“This one is our Odyn,” Killian explains, even though somehow, Emma just knew already that it was. “He’s a bit bigger than his brother. Rounder. He has your chin. They both do, actually,” he says lovingly, lightly caressing her dimple. "His cheeks are puffier than his brother’s. His complexion is darker, too.”

Emma crouches then, letting the tears form. (You’re still strong even with tears in your eyes, she thinks to herself. Something Killian has said to Leia before, she’s sure.) “He’s so beautiful,” she whispers. “Hi there, Mr. Odyn. Are you mama’s strong boy? I love you so much, honey. I’m right here, yes I am. I love you, tiny love. Daddy’s here too. We’re right here, Odyn. You aren’t all by yourself.”

She’s really gunna lose it and just cry if she doesn’t stop looking and she can feel Killian getting worked up right behind her, so she tears herself away from Odyn and turns to his older (but smaller) brother. Her breath catches again when she sees their little Oliver, a spitting image of Odyn but at the same time, so different. Killian is right, he’s paler. He’s thinner too, with the most delicate and beautiful fingers and toes. Oliver doesn’t have a breathing mask like Odyn does, and seeing almost all of his sweet face takes Emma’s breath away. He’s got a shield over his eyes, just like his brother. “Oh my goodness, look at those Leia lips, Daddy,” Emma comments, and Killian nods instantly.

“I know. You’ve your sister’s pout, my little lad. Our tiny one. You did a very good job being at the bottom of the heap, my boy. You kept you and your brother growing in there as long as you could, hmm? I’m so proud of you, Oliver. We love you so much.”

“We do,” Emma agrees, wiping at her eyes, “Oh, my sweet buddy,” she coos. Oliver’s IV is tapped to a vein in his head, and he’s got much the same amount of wires as his brother. “Mama’s gunna snuggle you so soon, tiny love. I promise, okay? I’m right here, Oliver. And your brother’s not far, either. I’ll bet it’s strange not having him right beside you, huh? He’s okay. You’re both okay. My sweet boys.”

A nurse comes up behind them then, tapping Emma on the shoulder. Emma turns to look at her, and suddenly Killian’s grip is tightening around her waist. She cards her fingers through his hair, willing him to believe that this woman is friend rather than foe. “Hi, I’m Carly,” the nurse introduces herself, smiling. “I’m the primary nurse caring for your twins. Before I start prattling away, do you have any questions for me?”

“Yes actually, we do,” Emma says politely, “When do you think we’ll be able to hold our little guys?”

Carly smiles brightly. “As soon as they’re done their phototherapy sessions, you can hold them right away. See the little timer in the corner of their monitors there? It’s counting down. Odyn’s is 21 minutes and Oliver’s…” she pauses, walking over to Oliver’s monitor, “…is at 13 and a half! So as soon as that’s done we can take their eye shields off and you can snuggle them,” she promises.

Killian’s breath catches in his throat at that, and again Emma feels him minutely relax. She also starts to feel pricks of pain in her abdomen, and she winces. The nurse doesn’t miss it.

“Can I grab your wheelchair for you, Emma? It’s best if you don’t stand for too too long,” she says gently.

Emma nods and Killian lets go of her immediately, surveying her for any visible injuries or signs of distress, and she can tell he’s considering panicking again. “I’m okay. It’s okay,” she assures him, kissing his cheek before settling in the chair.

“Are these boys your first?” the nurse asks.

“No, our third and fourth, actually,” Emma explains, “but this is our first time in the NICU. The nurse in recovery explained some things to me, but would you mind explaining everything that’s going on? Just so we have a better understanding.”

Carly nods immediately. “That’s exactly what I meant about the prattling. I’ll explain everything in the care plans set out for each of your boys. Stop me if you have a question, okay?”

Emma looks up at Killian, who looks as though maybe he’s beginning to consider trusting this woman. “That sounds great,” Emma agrees.

Slowly and methodically, Carly explains each machine, wire, tube, and its respective purpose. She tells them about how Odyn has some fluid in his lungs, which is why he has the breathing machine. Oliver is paler because his blood count is low, and is scheduled to get a transfusion in the morning. Both boys have jaundice, which is what the special light treatments are for. As the conversation progresses, Killian seems to find his voice, and he starts asking periodic questions like Emma does.

And then, just like that, it’s been 13 and a half minutes.

A beeping noise starts and Carly stops mid-sentence to turn the bright light above Oliver’s NICU bed off. She presses various buttons and then unlocks the top of the pod-esque baby bed so she can open it up.

“Okay, time to take his little sunglasses off,” she coos, reaching to remove the mask from Oliver’s eyes. The baby’s tiny arms flail and his eyes flutter open, much to the enchantment of both his parents.

“Oh, little guy’s awake!” Carly exclaims. “Ready to hold him, Mama?”

Emma’s eyes are glued to Oliver’s sweet face, and though she wants nothing more than to hold him right this second, she knows that she absolutely cannot.

“I got to have him close to me for months and months,” she says softly, turning to look up at Killian, “so I think I’ll let Daddy go first.”

Killian beams at her, and he fights to swallow the lump in his throat. The nurse nods and gestures to the nearby chair, where Killian sits immediately. She tells him to take off his shirt so they can be skin to skin, and both Emma and Killian expect her to comment on his lack of left hand. But she doesn’t.

“I’ll teach you both next time how to take them out of their little baby greenhouses so you can do it yourselves,” she promises, reaching in to get Oliver for Killian. She carefully moves all the wires attached to him to one side, before picking his tiny body up into her arms. Immediately, Oliver starts to cry. Killian’s arms twitch toward him automatically, desperate to finally have one of his babies in his arms.

“Oh, I’m sorry I disturbed you bud,” Carly coos to the baby, moving him carefully, “Here, there’s your daddy. He’ll make it all better.”

Emma wheels herself right next to Killian’s chair and watches reverently as Carly puts Oliver’s teeny tiny body on her husband’s warm chest. Muscle memory serves Killian well, and his hand comes up gently to cradle his son, all the while being mindful of the cords attached to him. The baby quiets as soon as he’s comfortable, his little ear nestled right over his father’s heartbeat.

Emma isn’t quite sure if her heart can handle the sight in front of her. Killian’s face is again filled with tears, but finally, thank goodness, they’re the happy kind. He’s got his lips pressed against the baby’s tiny dusting of light hair, his eyes closed tight in what has to be a moment of pure, untainted bliss. Tiny Oliver is perfect in every imaginable way, and Emma simply can’t resist leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his little nose.

“There we go, huh, sweetheart?” Emma coos to the sweet baby, whose eyes are still wide and staring at her, now. “Daddy has you, duckling. Yeah, Daddy’s got you. He’s been waiting for you, tiny love. And Mummy is right here. But you already knew that, hmm? You know your Mummy’s voice. My sweet Oliver. I love you so much.”

Killian is falling deeply, madly in love all at once, his heart swelling to accommodate the weight of it all. The second the baby had been placed in his arms, everything finally started to feel real. And although he was still scared out of his wits (for various reasons), the soft rise and fall of Oliver’s back under his palm made it all worthwhile.

“Hi there, my precious lad,” Killian says ever so softly, and Emma gets all covered in gooseflesh because oh how she’s missed the sweet sound of Killian talking to his baby. “I’m so happy to have you in my arms, tiny love. So happy.”

Emma swipes at a tear that’s slipped down her cheek before leaning in to nuzzle her face against Killian’s shoulder. She feels him turn and press his lips to her forehead, the kiss gentle and perfect. “Thank you so much, my love,” he whispers to her, “You are amazing. So strong, my Emma.”

Emma smiles, kissing his bare shoulder softly. “I love you. Could not have done it without you.”

A few more minutes go by, and then Odyn’s timer goes off. Carly re-emerges and opens Odyn’s NICU bed, and Emma reaches up to untie her hospital gown. Killian looks very concerned when he spies her cesarean site, but thankfully Carly taking Odyn’s phototherapy shield off distracts him.

“He’s a little chunkier than his brother,” Carly says as she picks him up. Just like Oliver, Odyn starts to cry, and Oliver startles in Killian’s arms at the sound of his brother’s wail. Carly gives Odyn to Emma carefully, ensuring not to knock his breathing machine off his nose. “Shh, it’s okay, duckling. Your Mumma has you now,” Emma hushes the baby, and at the sound of her voice his crying ceases. She leans down to nuzzle the baby’s soft head, inhaling his fresh, calming baby scent. “There you go, little love. You go off to dreamland now, okay Odyn? You gotta sleep lots and get big and strong for me, okay? Yeah, it’s okay. Mummy won’t let you go.” The baby is delightfully warm in Emma’s arms, and she holds him close, loving the feeling of her tiny son pressed safely against her bare skin. Carly moves Emma’s wheelchair so she’s next to Killian and Oliver again, and Killian looks over in wonder at his wife and his…second baby.

Emma catches him staring and finds herself suddenly suppressing a fit of giggles. “Okay. Okay. How freaking crazy is this?”

Killian shakes his head, his smile wide. “Beyond, Swan. I can barely comprehend it. There’s this one…” he gestures to Oliver, now snoozing against his chest, “and then…that other one,” he laughs, nodding toward Odyn.

“Crazy.”

“Bonkers.”

“I love it.”

“Me too.”

Carly offers to take pictures of the four of them then, and they happily accept. “Leia is going to be so excited,” Emma says suddenly, picturing their little girl's sweet, loving smile. Killian’s face lights up at the mere mention of his daughter.

“Aye, love, she is. Your sister will be so smitten with you, my lads,” Killian coos. “Do you think she’s alright?” He asks suddenly, his brow furrowing as guilt seeps into his heart for a minute. He hates being away from Leia in any capacity, and it suddenly feels like it’s been forever since he’s seen her smiling face.

“Oh, I’m sure she’s fine, Killian,” Emma assures him, picturing their daughter cuddled up with her Uncle Neal, most likely watching The Force Awakens. “She’s so grown up.”

Killian gives her a death stare. “Swan. We agreed not to speak of that ever, ever again, remember?”

Emma chuckles at him, glad to see he’s slowly easing back into his normal personality. “Right, right. Sorry, Daddy.”

Another nurse approaches them then, and Emma recognizes it to be Amber, the one who’d been with her in recovery. “Hi Emma,” she greets, “I’m just here to assess your pain level real quick. Could you rate it on a scale of 0-10 for me?”

Up until this point, Emma’s been paying virtually no mind to the ache in her abdomen, having been much too focused on calming Killian down, and of course the babies. But now, when she concentrates on it, she realizes that it hurts. Quite a bit. (Yeah. Standing and supporting nearly all of Killian’s weight? Definitely a terrible idea.) She clenches her teeth for a second, and braces herself for what will surely be a worried reaction from Killian. “I’d say about a 7.5,” she says, praying that Killian is too wrapped up in his sons to listen to her answer.

Amber’s eyes widen. “Oh dear, I’m sorry about that. I’m gunna wheel you down for some pain meds before it gets any worse and check out your incision, okay? I promise it won’t take long.”

Emma turns to look at Killian, who is indeed visibly, extremely upset that she’s experiencing pain. She also feels her heart clench at the thought of putting Odyn back down in his bassinet. She’d just promised him that she wouldn’t let him go. Amber seems to sense the silent conversation going on between Emma and Killian, not failing to notice their matching frowns.

“Hey, I have an idea,” she suggests, and Emma and Killian both turn to her. “Would Daddy like to hold both his boys while we go?”

Emma feels her anxiety leave her body at the nurse’s words, and her frown turns instantly into a smile. “Oh. Daddy would absolutely love that.”

Emma locks eyes with her husband, whose face is a pure mixture of agony because she’s in pain and utter joy at the fact that finally, he’s getting the chance to have both his boys close, where he can feel them breathe and know they’re safe. It’s all he’s wanted for the past 7 months, and Emma is so, so happy for him.

Amber first adjusts Oliver, moving him over to one side of Killian’s chest to make enough room for Odyn too. Emma kisses Odyn’s forehead just before Amber takes him from her, carefully transferring him into Killian’s arms. Amber arranges the boys so they’re facing each other, practically forehead to forehead, snuggled safely side by side with their daddy. Their sweet, perfect father who once again, has tears filling his eyes.

Amber smiles and goes to push Emma down the hallway, but Emma raises a hand. “I just need a few more minutes. Is that okay?” she begs, and immediately the nurse nods, turning to grab Emma’s chart from the portfolio.

“There we go, sweet babies,” Emma croons to them, reaching up to rub their backs with her knuckles, “Look at your daddy. Successfully hogging you both already. Is this how it’s gunna be? Hmm? Do you have any idea yet how much your daddy loves you, boys? So much. He loves you so, so much, my ducklings. He’ll keep you safe while I’m gone, okay? He’ll always keep you safe. Always, always.”

Emma leans to wipe the tears off Killian’s cheeks. “Are you okay if I go? I won’t be long,” she asks him seriously, worried about leaving him by himself again.

“Aye, we’ll be just fine, Emma,” he promises, holding the babies a fraction tighter. “Are you sure you don’t need me to come with you, darling?” he asks her, again feeling the same ache he felt when he left her by herself after the twins were born.

“No no, I want you to stay with them,” she assures him, rubbing his forearm with her thumb, “I’ll be fine alone. I just want to make sure you’re really okay if I’m gone for a bit. Are you sure you’re okay?”

He nods, and it’s enough to convince her. “If anything happens, just call for Carly, Killian. You can trust her. You can trust everybody here, remember? They all have the babies’ best interests in mind. I promise.”

“Aye love,” he says, frowning. “I’m so sorry about before, Swan. I should’ve kept my head, been stronger for-“

“Hey, hey, hey. Stop,” she cuts him off, squeezing his arm, “I don’t want to hear you apologizing for any of it, Killian. These are your babies and you were scared and I was not here to make you feel better or explain anything to you. That is not your fault, not any of it. You had every right to be scared, sweetheart. It was scary, hey?”

He winces, shuddering at the memories. “I was terrified, Emma. I’ve never felt more helpless in all my life,” he whispers.

She nods encouragingly, cupping his face, wanting him to tell her these things, to share these feelings with her now instead of bottling them up to fester at him later. “Better now, though?” she asks, gesturing with her chin to the two infants sleeping soundly against him.

“So much better.”

“Okay, good. I’m gunna go now, okay? I love you. I’ll be back soon.”

“I love you too, Mummy. We’ll be waiting.”

She smiles, leaning in to kiss him quickly. Right on cue, Amber appears again. “Ready now?”

Emma nods. “Ready.”

The nurse takes control of Emma’s chair, pushing her out towards the hallway. Killian tightens his grip on his sons, checking to make sure Odyn’s breathing mask is still snugly over his nose.

He knows they’re sleeping but he doesn’t care. He talks anyway.

“Mummy will be right back, sweet lads,” he promises the boys. “She took such good care of you, didn’t she? Yes, she’s a marvel, your mum. You’d best get used to me going on about her. She is the most amazing woman in the world, after all. Which, I’m sure you’d agree.”

He talks softly like that to his sons, hoping that the sound of his voice will help them sleep better, grow faster. They feel so small in his arms, worlds smaller than Leia ever did, and it worries him, but he tries to do what David advised him. Focus on excitement instead of worry.

He tells the boys all about their brother and sister, his chest again growing tight when he thinks of Leia, at home without her parents. He’s always been loathe to leave her, and even when he does, it’s never for long at all. He spies a clock on the wall and notices that it’s 11:14pm, much past his little love’s bedtime. Bedtime is Killian and Leia’s sacred time of the day, has been since the day she came home from the hospital. He prays to Zeus that his daughter is alright, that Snow and David told her enough stories, that now she’s sleeping soundly in her giant Jolly Roger bed, dreaming happy things.

**********

On her way to get pain meds, Emma checks her phone. Her eyes widen when she notices she has 3 missed calls from her mom.

“Okay if I make a phone call?” she asks Amber, already dialling. Amber nods, and Emma presses the phone to her ear. Her mother answers on the first ring.

“Emma!” she cries, relieved. “Finally!”

“I’m so sorry, Mom. I didn’t have my phone on hand. Things have been a bit crazy around here, what with the birthing twins thing,” Emma says. “Is everything okay?”

“Well is everything okay over there? Grandma needs more frequent updates!”

“Yes, we’re all stable now,” Emma assures her, feeling bad for not contacting her parents sooner. “I’ll send you some pictures in a bit. I’m actually really sorry for the lack of updates. We’re all doing great. I’m just on my way to get more pain meds.”

“That’s okay, honey. Are you in a lot of pain? How’s Killian doing?”

“Umm…not like a lot a lot. But kind of. And Killian’s…okay now. When I left him he had both boys in his arms, so that made him happy. Honestly he kind of…well he got super traumatized by the whole thing. I should’ve kept him with me instead of sending him to intensive care with the boys. It was all a little too 21st century and foreign to him and he freaked out. But he’s doing better now,” she finishes hurriedly.

“Oh,” her mother says, and Emma’s ears bristle at her mother’s strange tone. She almost sounds like she’s coming to some kind of realization. Suddenly, Emma remembers the three missed calls and-wait. Shit. SHIT.

“Mom, why did you call me those times earlier?” she asks suddenly, her heart sinking in her chest. Please god, no. Please, no. “Did something happen with Leia?”

Her mother is quiet for a beat. “…well, before you start to worry—“

“MOM,” Emma orders, feeling the stress well in her chest. She can sense what’s coming.

“She’s fine now,” are the words her mother chooses to start with, “Henry came. We called him when you didn’t pick up. She’s sleeping in her bed.”

Emma squeezes her eyes shut, pressing her palm to her forehead. “She felt it, didn’t she? When Killian was upset,” she states, not even caring what Amber will think if she happens to be eavesdropping.

“….I’m afraid so.”

Fuck. SHIT. Emma’s heart literally severs in half and Killian—fuck. Killian is going to lose it when he finds this out. “Oh god. Was it bad?”

Another beat of silence. Oh god. “…it was…intense,” Snow says slowly, and Emma shakes her head, the goddamn lump back in her throat and this time, not for a happy reason. “The kids were playing outside, and suddenly she ran into the house, and…”

She was in a fit of hysterics. Screaming that her daddy was in trouble. Out of breath and purple in the face and crying and crying for her father, Emma filled in the blanks for her mother. It was unexplainable, the connection Killian and Leia had. Leia had always been super attuned to Killian’s feelings, but they never considered that she’d be able to sense anything from miles and miles away. It was usually just in the middle of the night, when they were a mere hallway apart from each other. Whenever Killian had a nightmare, Leia woke up in tears. And sometimes, without even realizing it, she’d magic herself from her room to her parents’, so she could crawl in Killian’s lap until he calmed down. And now-

“Henry came as soon as we called him. And she did so good, she didn’t even try to use any magic.”

Emma sighs in relief at that. “But she cried herself to sleep in his arms, didn’t she?”

“…yes,” her mother sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m sorry. God, I’m really the parent of the year. I should’ve seen this coming,” Emma scolds herself, sighing, and nodding to the nurse who is about to administer pain meds in her IV.

“Emma, it isn’t your fault. And you were a little preoccupied, you know with the birthing twins thing,” she echoes Emma’s words from before.

Emma sighs again, battling the lump. “How long has she been asleep?”

“Just over an hour.”

“Can you wake her up? I want to talk to her right now.”

Snow knows not even to consider arguing with Emma when it comes to Leia. “Sure, sweetheart. Give me a minute.”

It’s quiet for a minute, and Emma takes that opportunity to get out of the chair and lay on the examination table. She smiles apologetically at Amber for the fact that she’s still on the phone, but Amber just shakes her head politely.

“Mommy?” a groggy, sad-sounding voice croaks through the phone. Emma’s breath catches.

“Hi, Leiabear,” Emma says gently. “I love you so much, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

“…Daddy…” Leia whimpers, and Emma can feel her daughter’s panic, her fear.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, cygnet. Daddy’s better now, I promise, Leia. He’s okay. I’m so sorry, honey.”

“What happened?”

Emma is quiet for a moment while she thinks of the best way to explain.

“Mama? Where are my baby brothers?”

“Daddy’s with them, Leiabear,” Emma answers quickly. “They’re teeny tiny, so they need lots of cuddles. And you know how Daddy loves to cuddle.”

“But why was Daddy so sad?” she asks.

“He was so sad because he couldn’t hold your brothers right away, cygnet,” Emma explains gently. “Right after they were born, the baby doctors had to make sure they were okay, so they took them into a different room. Daddy went, too. And Olly and Odyn were crying, but Daddy couldn’t pick them up because the doctors needed to give them check-ups, and special stuff that will help them grow and get stronger. They were crying and crying, and Daddy just wanted to make them feel better but he wasn’t allowed to while the doctors did their work. See, when you were first born, and you were crying and crying, Daddy could pick you up right away and made you feel better. And he couldn’t do that with Oliver and Odyn. So that’s why he was sad.”

“And he was crying?”

“Yeah, sweetie. He was. You could feel it, huh? When Daddy was so sad?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Leia says quietly, and she takes a sharp little breath, like she's reliving it for a second. “It was like when he has nightmares, but it was worser. It hurt my belly and it was hard to breathe. He was so so sad, and he was scared, too. He wanted you.”

Emma feels her heart break further. “I’m so sorry it hurt you, honey. You’re so brave, Leia. And yeah, he was scared, sweetheart. He was all by himself.”

“Why didn’t you go with him?” she asks.

“I was still laying down after getting the babies out of my belly. I couldn’t get up yet.”

“Oh."

“I’m so proud of you, Leia. Grandma told me you didn’t do any magic.”

Leia’s quiet for a minute. “I wanted to,” she confesses. “He would’ve felt so much better if I gave him a hug.”

Emma sighs sadly. Leia just loves Killian so much. “I know, sweetheart. You’re so right, he would’ve. But he’s okay now. I gave him lots of hugs. I know yours are better, but mine still did the trick.”

Leia’s breath quickens, like it does whenever she’s trying not to cry. “I want Daddy,” she whispers.

“Oh, honey. He wants you too. We miss you so much.”

“Can I talk to him?”

“Of course, Leia. I’m just getting some medicine and then I’m going back to where Daddy and the babies are. So you snuggle with Henry for a few minutes, okay? Then Daddy will call you.”

“Okay.”

“I love you so much, Leia. You’re being so brave. Give the phone back to Grandma, okay? And give Henry a kiss for me.”

“I love you too, Mommy. Is your belly small now?”

Emma laughs. “It’s definitely not small,” she explains. “But it’s a lot less round now. I’m so happy your brothers are finally here.”

“Me too, Mommy. Bye-bye.”

“Bye, duckling. I love you.”

********** Killian takes the news about Leia as heartbrokenly as Emma imagined he would. Carly gives Oliver to Emma so Killian has his hand free to use the phone, and Emma rubs his thigh soothingly as she listens to his side of the conversation.

“Hi, my sweet little love. Oh, my Leia. My heart aches for you, darling. I’m so sorry. Please, sweetheart. Please don’t cry. Daddy loves you so much.”

Killian hushes her gently, and Emma reaches up to wipe the tears from his cheeks, for he’s holding the phone with his hand and cradling Odyn in his left arm and therefore can’t do it himself.

“Aye, that’s right, darling. And I’m much, much better. Your wee brothers are doing just fine for now.”

“Because it was just like whenever you have to get a shot, little lass. You know how Daddy always gets so upset? It was much the same as that. Aye, they did.”

“Hey, now. You can tell me, sweetheart. Whatever it is, it’s alright. I promise you.”

“Oh, my lass. You mustn’t think yourself cruel, Leia. I understand what you mean. I wish we were together, too. You know how I can’t bear leaving you.”

“Aye, that’s right. You’ll love them so much, Leia. They’re perfect, like you. And they look just like you, but with light hair. Yes, I have Odyn right now. Mummy’s right next to me, with Oliver.”

“I don’t truly know, sweetness. Soon, I hope. Me and Mummy will find out, alright?”

“Yes, she’s just fine, she’s just a bit sore is all. She’s so magnificent, Leia. She makes me so proud.”

“We could talk for hours I’m sure, but you’re tired, sweetness. I can hear it in your voice.”

“Hey, hey. Shh, shh, my lass. You know I’m always with you, right? Even when we’re not in the same place, you still have me in your heart, precious one. And you know how much I love you. My brave, sweet Leia. Everything will be alright.”

“Of course I will, darling. Snuggle up with your brother now. Shall I sing you to sleep, little love?”

Leia must’ve said yes, because Killian starts to sing softly into the phone, absentmindedly rocking his son while he does it. Emma closes her eyes, resting her cheek against Oliver’s soft hair. As Killian sings, Emma imagines Leia curled up next to Henry, nestled under her navy blue covers in her gigantic Jolly Roger bed, and suddenly she can’t wait. She can’t wait until this is all over, until they’re home, until they’re all curled up in the huge bed together, Henry on the edge with the storybook and Leia’s head on Killian’s chest and baby boys everywhere you look.

Soon, I hope. Killian’s words echo in her mind as his singing becomes softer and softer, and the steady beeping of the various monitors reminds Emma where they are, and suddenly the baby in her arms feels impossibly tiny.

I hope so too, she thinks.

#captain swan #cs ff #cs fluff #daddy!Killian #cs future fic #and if you're wondering how to pronounce Odyn #it's like oh-din

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One Grade Too Far

Title: One Grade Too Far

Supernatural and Harry Potter cross over!!!

Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby, Harry, Ron, and Hermione

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: Absolutely none!!

A/N: Like many of you I am a huge fan of both Harry Potter and Supernatural. This takes place around season 2 or 3ish for Supernatural and around the 2nd or 3rd (ish) book for Harry Potter. Yes, I am very well aware that those time lines don’t actually line up in any way shape or form. This is fiction people. Don’t get all worked up about correct-ness and just enjoy it!!

“Sam, make that devil’s trap bigger would ya?” Bobby shoved his desk to the side before moving to grab a chair from the kitchen.

“Yeah, Bobby. Is Dean grabbing the holy water?” Sam held up the diagram trying to plan it out better.

“Already grabbed it.” Dean set the two jugs down before turning to go back into the kitchen to start loading the guns with rock salt shells.

“We gotta move boys, can’t keep him in the trunk forever.”

“Yes Bobby,” the boys mumbled in unison as they worked.

With everything finally together they headed out the Impala.

“Oh look, they remembered,” the demon sassed as they opened the trunk.

“Shut it you piece of shit.” Bobby grabbed his bound hands, sitting him up as Dean and Sam each grabbed an arm and they lifted him out of the trunk. “Your throne awaits your majesty.”

Roughly shoving him into the chair and tying him up the boys each took their place as Bobby grabbed his book. Dean and Sam both smirked as the demon squirmed in his seat.

“You know you don’t have to do this, we can just chat.”

“Oh right,” Dean laughed, “and you just ‘chatted’ with all those people who made deals with you right? No harm no foul?”

“Yeah I don’t think any of them would agree with you on that one,” Sam added. Just as Bobby was about to start a loud crash made everyone’s attention turn the cloud of dust and ash billowing from the fireplace.

“Ugh I feel sick,” one coughed, waving his hands in front of his face trying to clear the soot.

“Oh relax, you’ve traveled by floo powder before,” another one said as they tried to find a clean spot on their clothing to wipe off their glasses.

“Ronald get off my robe!” the girl said as she shoved one of the boys.

“Who the hell are you?” Bobby’s hand flew to the shot gun on the table next to him while Sam and Dean drew their weapons, aiming at the three people who just shot out of Bobby’s fireplace.

“We, um, I think,” the boy with dark hair stammered.

“I think we went one grade too far,” the girl whispered.

“Will someone answer the man’s question!” Dean yelled. “Who the hell are you?”

“Harry? R-Ron? Hermione?” Sam stared. “You’re, you’re real?!”

“You know who we are?” Hermione asked. “Where are we?”

“You know them?” Dean’s eyes kept shifting between Sam’s and the scared kid’s faces.

“You’re in South Dakota in the U.S.” Sam turned to Bobby and Dean, “put ‘em down guys, they won’t hurt us.”

“Thank you,” Harry murmured. “Now, where exactly are we again?”

“The U.S.A! Honestly, you need to pay attention!” Hermione snapped as she jumped up, shaking out her robes. Her eyes instantly fell to the markings on the floor and the man tied to the chair. “What, what is all this? And how do you know who we are?”

Sam and Dean both looked to Bobby. “This, this here is a..um…hang on, you’re witches and wizards and all that right?” The three nodded. “This is what you call an exorcism and we are hunters. We deal with the supernatu- magic you could say, in our world.”

“The what?!” Harry and Ron said together.

“Oh! I’ve read about these! And I’ve heard stories about hunters. I read a book on world religions once and they me-“

“Of course she did,” Ron muttered to Harry who laughed.

“Oh shut up would you!” Hermione snapped.

“I like her,” Bobby muttered. “Here, why don’t you kids just sit on down there on the couch and watch.”

Dean eyed them up before turning to Sam. “Seriously dude? You read about pre-teens doing magic?” Sam rolled his eyes as Hermione shot Dean a confused look. Bobby cleared his throat and began.

Sam came and sat on the arm rest Hermione was leaning on, opening a book with the exorcism written out so she could follow every word Bobby was saying with him.

Ron and Harry started nudging each other as the smoke started to leave the demon. Dean sat on the arm rest next to them. “Cool right?” Both boys nodded.

As Bobby shut the book and the exorcism was completed, both boys jumped up. “That was so cool!”

“Do you always do stuff like this?!”

“How did you learn to do that?”

“Did you draw all this on the floor?!” Bobby just laughed and started answering questions.

The Hunters and wizards shared stories for hours. The hunters watched in amazement as the boys dueled and Hermione charmed various objects. The wizards were totally engrossed in the stories of all sorts of supernatural beings they had yet to encounter in their own world.

As the night wore on Hermione checked her watch. “We have to get back or McGonagall is going to notice.” All the boys grumbled in agreement as they all stood.

Dean shook Ron’s hand, “thanks for all the idea’s by the way.”

“My brothers have loads more of them if you ever need inspiration,” he beamed.

“Thanks for the meal and letting us stay for a while,” Harry said as he shook Bobby’s hand.

“Any time kid, you ever need anything I’ll try to help if I can. Long distance though of course,�� Bobby smiled.

“Thanks for the book recommendations!” Hermione beamed as she shook Sam’s hand. “Will you look up some of the ones I recommended as well?”

“If I ever find a library that has any of these obscure books on the supernatural then definitely,” Sam smiled.

“Let’s go on then!” Hermione grabbed her bag, pulling out a small pouch. “I’ll do the talking this time since someone apparently can’t speak clearly.” Both Ron and Harry rolled their eyes before crouching into the fireplace with her.

“Thanks again!” they said in unison, the boys giving a quick wave as Hermione spoke. In a poof of green smoke, they were gone.

“Talk about a bizzaro day,” Dean shook his head and headed to the fridge. “Anyone else feel like they seriously need a beer right now?”

A few years later, Bobby is stirring his dinner as the phone rings.

“Yeah?”

“What do you know about dragons?”

“What? Nothing.”

“Seriously.”

“They’re not like the Loch Ness monster, Dean. Dragon’s aren’t real.”

“Could you make a few calls?”

“To who? Hogwarts?” Bobby looks over his shoulder at his fireplace.

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#harry potter #harry potter supernatural cross over #hermoine granger #ron weasley #dean winchester #sam winchester #Bobby singer #cross over fic #supernatural crossover

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juniperblank · 5 years

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Common Misconceptions About CPR (and some other First Aid actions)

Some of you may ask "what do you know OP?" Well my friend, my mom was on a medical internship, my grandma was a nurse up until recently, and my father currently IS a nurse. Lastly, I have certification fron Red Cross that expires next year. Most of the kids at my grade level are CPR certified due to the fact that the science teachers we had last year had a unit on it, which was personal to one of them. We were talking about it while at a music festival, kids from last year who were in our advanced choir this year. Our director and teacher, who is also CPR certified, piped up that it's nothing like you see in movies. It really bugs you once you know the truth.

First of all, don't do CPR on someone who has a pulse. CPR is meant to jumpstart the heart and breathing. It isn't to get some water out of the lungs or something like that, it isn't for drowning unless the person has recently lost their pulse and breathing. Check for pulse and breathing no more than 15 seconds, no less than 5. You want to be certain, but you don't have much time. Your chest compressions must be between the nipples, the middle if the ribcage. Doing it too high is ineffective, doing it too low will not only be ineffective, but will break the sternum, the bone that connects to all the ribs in the middle. If you search up this term you will see a tiny little part at the bottom not linked to any rib. Thats the part you may snap. Not to mind that you will be going two inches deep on the ribcage (you may not even think you can go that low, but you can) to reach the heart and the main purpose of the ribcage is so you can't reach the heart. What I'm trying to say is you may break some rib while performing CPR. Put your dominant hand down flat, then your other hand over it. The hand on top will close around the dominant hand. Some close their dominant hand, some dont. Either way, this is what you put on that aforementioned area to begin compressions. Remembee, two inches into the chest (if you get the course they will have dummies that click when you push deep enough, and trust me that distance will stick with you) and awfully enough, do it to the beat of Stayin Alive or Another One Bites the Dust. These are 100 BPM which is around a heartbeat. As you start compressions, if there are people around tell them to locate an AED and call 911 or your emergency number. If you are alone, quickly call the number before starting CPR and keep it on speaker while doing chest compressions. Do 30 of these at a time. Do not bend your elbows or bounce up during this time. Make sure your hands keep touching the chest. Go straight down onto the chest; do NOT go on an angle. After 30 compressions, go to rescue breaths. Rescue breaths are pinching the nose, putting your mouth on the other persons fully and making sure their chest goes up. Do this twice. Go back to compressions. Repeat until an AED or ambulance shows up. I cannot teach you the exact details of an AED, because they're a bit specific. This one of the two times you will stop CPR, but will go back to it immediately afterwards if the person doesn't wake. Scratch that- there are three reasons to stop CPR. An AED, an ambulance shows, or the person wakes up. CPR including rescue breaths isn't some romantic lifesaving thing, it's lifesaving and terrifying and exhausting. The person under you has no pulse or breathing, and you have to keep going and going. Unless there is someone else who can perform CPR to quickly trade off with you, you may be there for a long time.

Now let's talk the Heimlich maneuver. The Heimlich is used correctly in most media- if someone is choking. However, it is rarely done correctly. If you see someone who appears to be choking they are likely attempting to cough something out or trying to. Ask them if they are choking. If they can verbally respond, they aren't choking but likely experiencing a breathing problem. Urge them to cough what is causing them the blockage. If they do not respond verbally but nod or motion yes to you somehow, you need to ask if you can perform the Hemlich on them. Weird, I know. If they consent then it's game time. First, you stand at their side, leg in front of them to catch them if they fall. Locate the shoulder blades. With the bottom part of the palm of your hand, hit between the blades 5 times. It will hurt the person. Next, get behind them. Use one leg to support you and the other, again, to catch the person. These next actions will resemble the Hemlich you may've seen before in media. Locate the belly button. You may have to ask them to point it out. Lace your fingers together EXCEPT for the thumbs. These will need to stick out in a spike like form to actually do something to the diaphragm. Stick the thumbs above the bellybutton and push in and up. Do this 5 times too. It will be uncomfortable for the person you are performing the Heimlich on, but so is choking. Repeat the pounding on the back 5 timed and the stomach compressions 5 times until the person can clearly speak and tell you they're fine, or until you can clearly dislodge the item.

The last thing I'll be talking about is seizures. If someone says that you need to hold the tongue of someone having a seizure, resist the urge to puch them. You can't choke on your tongue. Do NOT touch someone having a visual, twitching, seizure. A seizure can be many things. It can be just staring in one place, it can be what many think it is. There was a kid in a class of mine last year and the next who had seizures frequently, and while they weren't Grand Mal, they weren't just simple little things either. Let me tell you, the first couple times being around that is terrifying and frankly chilling. But a seizure is losing control of your body likely because the brain is overwhelmed, that person isn't comfortable either. Unless you are the person who is taking care of them directly, don't stare, don't say anything to them when they regain control. Let them have their time. If someone us having a seizure, move everything away from them so they don't get injured or injure someone else. Only touch the person if the are standing or sitting, as to ease them down gently so they don't injure their head. I saw my scuence teacher do this quite a few times, and he would always rush to the aid of this kid if he heard they were having a seizure. I cannot begin to explain how awesome this teacher was, and funny as hell too. Try to find information about the person having the seizure to determine whether ir not this is their first time. If it's someone's first seizure, call your emergency number after 1 minute of the seizure continuing. Only do so for someone with regular seizures after 5.

I really do recommend getting certified. It can cost a lot of money, though. Each Red Cross certification? 150 dollars. I was lucky it came to me for 5 since it was school-funded. It holds amazing lessons from people not only certified, but liscensed to teach this. I can't offer every bit of information. You can learn what to do in an extreme allergic reaction, asthma attack, how to apply a tourniquet, how to treat burns, and so much more you may not know. You would be protected by the Good Samaritan Law and will have to renew certification every 2 years. I think it's worth it.

#red cross #medical #CPR #heimlich #seizures #seizure tw #seizure mention #first aid #certification #misconceptions

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13-augustine1949 · 7 years

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Parallel Worlds (Continuation of “The year . . . . 2012“)

Chapt2.

A.N.:Starting from this chapter, is all solo work, if you read the previous chapter some of the style of writing and description is different and maybe even better, that is because of the mix of styles. I believe Issabel my friend have added quality and inspiration to the work. She and I started this continuation was because she wanted a continuation to the story, and we both wanted to do a collab work together but after awhile we both got busy and the story was left to rot until today, I wish to give the story a proper completion. Hopefully you the reader can enjoy this version of the story. On a side note, special thanks to those who recommend some songs for me to continue writing the story with the feeling down. You probably think it's something small but you really do help me out big time for the completion of this part, stay tune for a part 3.

P.S.Sorry for the long wait.

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[6] "Michelle ..?" I Asked to no one, as it appears the faceless people gathered in the room cant hear a single thing. All except Michelle, the rest has no facial features just a patch of pinkish beige skin over the head where their face suppose to be. Their crowning glory still in tact. long hair, short hair, human figures i would say more than they seem human. The man who seem like Michelle step forward. I silence myself and content myself with an internal conversation, as I feel the need of caution well up in my gut. Wait did i just say faceless? and Michelle? I cant remember my name so why does his name seem able to surface. Suddenly my mind trace back to a memory that seem to be of when i was a child, with my twin braids, I saw a hole on the floor of the roof area near the art class rm, I told the teacher and my classmates but they all make the confused and disbelieving face almost like what I am experiencing now. It makes me think that what i saw, feel, or think is not weighty enough to warrant such attention, it also make me feel like an attention seeker, but I wasnt was i? I try think to think hard about what else i can remember that can tell me about myself but nothing came out. 'Michelle' chase the crowd out of the room. "Do you remember anything?" He asked with a look of concern as he stalks closer. "It's fuzzy" I say, not wanting to give him an exact answer.

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[7] "This is my- no.. Ours. Yes, our apartment. Make yourself at home. Although you dont remember alot of things, I am still happy you remembered my name." His home was a wide sunny apartment. The feeling of the kitchen chairs feel familiar but not as well. It's a funny feeling when you dont remember the person, but he claims to be your close companion. I watch him as he pour us both a glass of water, although the apartment is well ventilated, and somewhat cool, his thick shirt has been soak up with sweat at certain areas, his chest, his arms, down to his chiseled muscled abs. I gulped at my water, quickly noticing that my stares were super obvious to him. After he finishes his glass, he showed me around the house, the bathroom was huge compared to the ones they had at the hospital, complete with a bath tub too, then he showed me a room which is locked he says i shouldnt enter that room as it's his study. Last but not least the bedroom, he said i would have to share the room with him but mostly because he is out working he says for most parts I would be the one using it. He left for work right after our little tour. I throw myself on the fresh bed sheets, it seems he have it cleaned before he invited me to his house. The things around the house also seem very spic and span, almost untouched even. It looks more like a showroom then a house- . . in that moment I flashed back to a scene where i was looking for a house by myself.. and then im back on the bed again. Why was i looking for a house? It's looks like I really cant remember.

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[8] As I grab a cabbage from one of the refrigeration unit my attention was prickled by the sensation of a nearby kid staring and pointing at the eye patch over my left eye. I nearly drop the cabbage but i turn and glared at the kid instead, his mother quickly apologizes for his rude behavior before leaving me in the relatively empty aisle. It seem like the area his house is situated in was pretty near a supermarket. But the area he lived in is pretty isolated in a sense that there is a few buildings and lot of empty housings on ground level. alright. cabbage, some lean meat, yogurt and drinks , time to go to checkout. As I turn I noticed a figure standing behind a shelf. Walking fast to the counter I quickly gave the cashier my basket of items, paid for them and left the building. I notice the hooded figure moving quickly as I ran past a park back to the apartment. As I close in to building it dawn to me that I dont have the card key nor the pin to get into the apartment, panicking I pretended to look into my pockets, I get more tense as I hear the person's footsteps coming to my side in a fast speed. But nothing happen except for a slight bump into my shoulders. before the figure walk briskly off. Suddenly someone grab my arm from behind, an displeased looking Michelle chided me for leaving the apartment before I could say a thing. Pulling me along back to the building not before I notice the same figure standing not quite far off their face still covered by the black hood was blown up alittle by the passing wind revealing a face very similar to mine. She was not having any expression, she just looked on dispassionately but as we disappear into the building a flicker of desolation form on her face.

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[9] "Why were you even outside of the building, what if i came home late?" Michelle questions me after nagging about how unsafe being outside is. I shivered inwardly but stilled myself. "I'm sorry . I ..thought you might want dinner" He look at me like as if he have given in. Then he took the bag in. I sat down on the sofa tired out alittle. He takes the pots and pans out. "Here. I thought you wanted to cook? " I gave him a look that says i thought you wouldnt let me. As I was about the prepare the food at the basin he grab my wrist. "Does the hand still hurt?" I shake my head. I wouldnt have even notice the bandanged palms of my left hand if he didnt say anything. The next couple of days went by just like this. Although I no longer saw the woman with the same face as me anymore. I start recieving weird packages at the mail filled with little things. Some are postcards, Some are trinklets. I didnt tell Michelle about it because they were non threatening. And they dont seem to be addressed to him. There was no name to it. I just keep compiling them into a singular box and threw the empty boxes in the trash. Except I couldnt stay this way it was weird. Although staying with someone I know is supposingly thought that it could expedite the memory recovery but 3 weeks in and I still have no idea who I am. To add to it Michelle, he is always out most of the day. He only comes back for dinner and sleep before leaving super early again. Like I know he said so when he first let me stay at his house. But after the first few day's small incident that seem to tell me he and who I was, were pretty close, he had accidently slept in the same bed cuddling up to me and walking into the bath while i was showering lucky there were curtains. He seemed comfortable with all these but I feel alittle uncomfortable but it was bearable. I am even beating myself up because I cant remember what it was between us? but the thing is do we even have anything to begin with.

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[10]Today was different tho. There was a direct msg of sorts in the mail box. it was two pages long, plasted with newspaper cut out fonts for words..

"R e m e m b e r. . ."

"Y o u A r e N o t"

"M e e t . D a l i n g e o F a m i l y's"

"3 . 2 5 p m" I felt weird out for the first time by the parcel sent by this nameless sender. I decided to ignore it since Michelle will definately freak out alittle if he finds out that I have been recieving weird mail from his mailbox. Seeing as how protective he can be when I went out grocery shopping that one day, that he actually order grocery shopping online for me. It's not like he locked me up in this apartment, he allows me to visit the small nearby park hidden around the corner turns of the apartment building. And also freedom to travel abit, it's just that he asked of me to not visit the supermarket as he fear the distance I have to travel back might have me meet into mishaps. The next 2days I didnt recieve anything in the mailbox. I had thought maybe the sender has given up. Then on the 3rd day was another one in the same newspaper font format. .

"U . N e e d T o R e m e m b e r."

There was two thing attached this time to the singular page of msg. One was a picture of me in a lab coat with two other men on a boat, one of which looks like Michelle. The other was a formula or recipe thing that was in a language other then the one I spoke, looking at it gives me ditzy spells. Behind the picture was some words scrawled behind, "Meet me. Same Place N time."

#ParallelWorlds #part2 #story

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gulescamisade · 7 years

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MN, Ground: Day 21

DIRK: -has been up since the wee hours trying to get a signal on the lake house's tv. not only to keep on top of current events, but also to make sure they can catch the show his dad and uncle are planning on broadcasting. he can't miss that... plus, this gives him something to do with his hands. it's a win-win-

SOLLUX: -He can't sleep. It's not a completely unusual occurrence, but it's definitely unwanted when there's so little for him to occupy his mind with. He's frustrated with his own sleeplessness, and he elects to drift around corners of the lake house, smelling his way around and brushing into edges here and there.-

ARADIA: -she's awake also, sitting at a table in the kitchen and staring out the window, watching the scene outside-

[THERE ARE CAR SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE]

[BROOM BROOM]

SOLLUX: ...wtf?

ARADIA: -car sounds. Yes. as expected- yes it is tf

SOLLUX: thanks aa.

SOLLUX: that really clears things up f0r me.

JAMISON: =Now they they've been freed of all shenanigans (for now) the Mystery Machine pulls up outside a cozy looking cabin. TOO COZY. This van seems a bit too much anyway what with its mounted high-powered rooftop weaponry and a mysteriously stained pyramid ram located on the front.... listen you gotta be prepared. The van stops, we're here. YOU'VE BEEN FREED=

ARADIA: youre welcome

ARADIA: theyre here

SOLLUX: wh0's "they"????

ROSE: -PEERS OUT A WINDOW-

MEULIN: -smushes against the glass up above her-

ARADIA: youll see

ARADIA: hear or smell rather

SOLLUX: i d0n't think i want t0.

ROSE: -SHE JUST SORTA OPENS THE DOOR AND FLOPS OUT.- So. This is the place, yes.

MEULIN: I GUESS SO. -steps out and adjusts her sunglasses in a thoughtful, nerdy sort of way.-

MEULIN: IS EFURRYONE INSIDE?

ROSE: At least several people are inside.

ROSE: I think.

MEULIN: AND IT'S TOTALLY NOT AN AMBUSH.

ROSE: We've been driving for days. I'll take an ambush over a perpetually sore ass.

MEULIN: YOU COULD ASK THEM FOR A BUTT RUB. (｡･ω･｡)

ARADIA: then cover your ears and nose

ROSE: Tempting.

MEULIN: FRIENDS GIVE FRIENDS BUTT RUBS. -sneaks toward the door-

SOLLUX: -flops in a kitchen chair next to Aradia and buries face in her hair. Done.-

ARADIA: there we go

ARADIA: perfect

SOLLUX: mph.

ARADIA: ignorance is bliss

ARADIA: and composed of my hair

SOLLUX: yeph.

MEULIN: -taps on the door and then sneaks to peer into the window-

ROSE: -UNLOADING some crap from the van. Like a bag messily stuffed with laundry.-

MEULIN: HEY, IT'S ARADIA!

ARADIA: -sees meulin at the window and waves excitedly for her to come in-

MEULIN: SHE SAYS TO COME IN.

ROSE: I imagine she would. Do you see anyone else?

MEULIN: YEAH. SOMEONE IN HER HAIR.

ROSE: Okay, good. That means it is legitimate.

ROSE: -BURSTS IN.- I need a washing machine and a shower. Not necessarily in that order.

MEULIN: -slinks behind her- HI! ME TOO.

SOLLUX: f0inh the klaa.

ROSE: Aradia, you appear to have something entangled.

ARADIA: -smiles widely at them- hi guys! im glad you made it

ARADIA: -glances solluxward- yes it appears to be a pretty bad knot

SOLLUX: -flips them all off-

ROSE: It's good to see you're safe, too.

MEULIN: COOL.

SOLLUX: hhhf.

DIRK: -walks in on all this and stares at everyone with wide eyes. loses his cool for a second, but whatever he already looked worse for wear. he's just he's so relieved to see them.-

DIRK: Rose.

DIRK: Hey.

ROSE: -APPROACHES... and drops the bag of laundry on the ground.-

ROSE: You look pretty good, for looking like hell. Have you been shaving?

MEULIN: (｡◕ω◕｡)

MEULIN: BETTER NOT HAVE. I WANNA TOUCH THE WHISKERS.

DIRK: Do I really look that ragged? -runs a palm over his scruff. he hasn't been.-

ROSE: Could I possibly not look that ragged?

ROSE: Did you hear about what happened?

ROSE: I am somewhat hoping that you did.

MEULIN: -pads over and touches Dirk's whiskers with her beans while they converse. TUCH.-

MEULIN: -also nuzzles his shoulder. HELLO.-

ARADIA: it was pretty incredible

DIRK: -wow, affection. he almost forgot what that feels like. whoops. he gives meulin's hair a pet and cracks a small smile at both her and rose's combined presence. they're wonderful.-

DIRK: I wish I could've been there.

ROSE: At this risk of sounding inappropriate at a time like this, I am, in fact, quite glad that you weren't.

ROSE: I don't think there is anyone I'd wish that place upon.

ROSE: Not that it matters now, I suppose.

MEULIN: IT WAS PRETTY GROSS ON A WHOLE.

MEULIN: AND ON A CASE BY CASE BASIS.

MEULIN: ROSE WAS A TOTAL BADASS THOUGH.

DIRK: Yeah. You're right. I'm sure there will be more opportunities to witness Rose showing off how fuckin' rad she is.

ROSE: -SIGHS and leans into the pile-

ROSE: You are going to make me blush.

ROSE: Everyone here's okay?

DIRK: -nods- Yeah.

DIRK: We're... We're good. -pets meulin's hair some more. thank goodness for therapy cats.-

DIRK: We lucked out finding a nice place to lay low. You guys can take care of your showers and shit. Just don't expect hot water for long.

DIRK: Oh yeah, I got the TV to work this morning too. That's a thing.

MEULIN: -prrrr rumbles, then perks ears.- TV? WHAT'S IT SAY?

DIRK: Still a lot of buzz about what y'all did. And my uncle's twitter war.

DIRK: You know the Virginia folks are gonna broadcast some kind of concert as a big fuck you to the presidents? Now that I definitely wish I was there for.

ROSE: ...

ROSE: Is it going to be broadcast?

ROSE: I kind of like the idea of that.

DIRK: It is.

DIRK: Wonder if I can scrounge up some popcorn for the event.

ROSE: We do have chips from a truckstop.

DIRK: Oh shit. Then we're all set.

MEULIN: AWWW MAN... I LOVE CONCERTS...

ROSE: -CASUALLY, AND GRACELESSLY, flops onto the nearest couch-like surface.-

DIRK: -there she goes... he's going to wander over to the kitchen though. hovering a little around sollux and aradia. subtly.-

DIRK: -addresses the new arrivals, though- Can I get you anything? We have... soup.

DIRK: Which incidentally is about the extent of what I can cook.

ROSE: I'm not sure. I may be done with eating, possibly forever.

ROSE: The concept has become fallow, truly.

MEULIN: I'M HUNGRY!!

MEULIN: -not even zombies can faze her-

ROSE: Can I consume soup intravenously?

DIRK: If only I had the means to test it. DIRK: Hey, Aradia. You've got first aid on you, right? Inject some soup into Rose.

DIRK: -rattles pots and pans for meulin. again, it's something to do. at least he can feel useful.-

ARADIA: mhmm

ARADIA: i could if you really want to

ARADIA: i recommend tasting

ROSE: -GROANING NOISE-

MEULIN: ~(=^. .^) -HOVERS-

MEULIN: PLEASE DON'T INJECT ROSE WITH SOUP.

DIRK: But she's suffering.

DIRK: -pours bowls for everybody once it's done. it's tomato... hands meu a bowl, then slides a couple at sollux and aradia before shuffling over to rose. eat...-

ROSE: -....ok so tomato soup she can probably do no matter how much it may resemble the blood of guy fieri.-

ROSE: -She tries to make it hover-- but urgh.-

ROSE: -nevermind.-

ROSE: -she just puts it on her stomach and eats it from there.-

MEULIN: - 👀tomato soup-

SOLLUX: -very slowly extracts himself from the hair prison-

ARADIA: dont get stuck

ARADIA: thanks dirk

DIRK: Think nothing of it. -goes to join them at the table to eat, but he's just kinda poking at the soup.-

SOLLUX: -grunts and just sort of touches his spoon.-

MEULIN: -SLRRRPS in the bg-

MEULIN: I STILL HAVE SOME MOOSE MEAT IF ANYONE WANTS.

DIRK: Huh.

DIRK: Maybe later.

ROSE: They killed a moose, by the way.

ROSE: -slurps...-

ROSE: Do we have a plan of attack, yet?

DIRK: ... Not quite.

DIRK: Haven't really... been able to focus.

[[ There's a soft glow of green that grows stronger suddenly, and there's a humanoid shape that hovers into the kitchen through the wall. There's some slime left behind. Oops. ]]

JADESPRITE: hi

ARADIA: -turns to smile at jade sprite- hi

JADESPRITE: -holds up a paw- i didnt want to interrupt especially since i cant eat or

JADESPRITE: contribute much else but

JADESPRITE: we did have some ideas

ROSE: -Blinks-

ROSE: -SHE CAN'T BELIEVE SHE FORGOT ABOUT JADESPRITE-

ROSE: Oh.

ROSE: Hello.

DIRK: -blinks in jadesprite's direction also.- ... Yeah?

JADESPRITE: yes

JADESPRITE: but i think maybe first we should talk about what's going on

ROSE: Right.

JADESPRITE: davesprite has been watching jade

JADESPRITE: something like this has happened before, in the universe we're from -laces her paw fingers together-

JADESPRITE: so we know what she's capable of

JADESPRITE: though you probably already figured out she was the one that zapped you around the country

JADESPRITE: she has full control of that power now

ROSE: Right. So we can't do anything to her head on, or with her awareness. ROSE: We'll just be in the same position we were before.

JADESPRITE: essentially yes

JADESPRITE: so someone has to deal with her

JADESPRITE: thats why were volunteering ourselves

JADESPRITE: -carefully, she pulls out some sort of pendant with a Skaianet symbol and dangles it in the air- i managed to recreate a device that davesprite has for myself

JADESPRITE: id like to give it to one of you for safekeeping, in case i need it

JADESPRITE: i can go into it and also be summoned to its location

JADESPRITE: jade has the one of davesprite's

DIRK: ... I can take it. -holds out his hand-

JADESPRITE: -smiles a little and offers it over to him- thanks

JADESPRITE: anything she tries to do to us would be significantly less dangerous than to any of you, and we should be able to come back quickly with these

JADESPRITE: besides... someone also has to handle jane

JADESPRITE: she doesnt have the same powers but... she is dangerous

ROSE: I... right. I suppose we're going to have to incapacitate them.

JADESPRITE: somehow, yes

JADESPRITE: but we can buy as much time as possible

JADESPRITE: but if it came down to it...

JADESPRITE: ...well, im sure well figure out something

ROSE: Right.

ROSE: I could probably buy time with Jane, at least.

ROSE: But I can't imagine deprogramming them will be... easy.

DIRK: -quietly puts the pendant on to keep it close, tucking it under his shirt, but he's zoning in and out of this conversation and it's frustrating him a little because he NEEDS to be a part of this.-

JADESPRITE: right

JADESPRITE: the brainwashing is affecting jades filters and inhibitions at the same time its telling her whos in control

JADESPRITE: all her repressed thoughts are loose

JADESPRITE: so it's not just the obedience thats the problem... -shakes her head- im sure jane is feeling something similar

JADESPRITE: um... anyway

JADESPRITE: hal has the ship just outside the atmosphere

JADESPRITE: weve managed to talk to him safely from space

JADESPRITE: horuss is still cloaking the ship too but im not sure what theyre planning to do

JADESPRITE: hal is being sort of cagey about it

ROSE: -She frowns.-

ROSE: Is this something that... happened to you?

JADESPRITE: ...

JADESPRITE: i think so

JADESPRITE: its not all clear but...

JADESPRITE: between my memories and davesprite's i feel sure that it's something i know well

ROSE: Do you have any foggy memories of getting out?

JADESPRITE: no...

JADESPRITE: it just feels like i went to sleep for a long time

ROSE: Ah.

ROSE: -She nods.-

ROSE: Well. That's an option.

ROSE: Knock her out somehow.

DIRK: I wonder if the Serkets would have any effect on them. -manages to chime in-

DIRK: I don't like suggesting that, but it might be one of our safest options. I'd rather not knock them out forcefully.

ROSE: Well, we can't waste our opportunity.

ARADIA: trust your instincts and dont doubt yourself

JADESPRITE: -hovers thoughtfully- ...

JADESPRITE: it could work

JADESPRITE: we will just have to be careful

JADESPRITE: if jade knows whats coming she could zap them away

ROSE: ...

ROSE: -sorta. Takes in a deep breath through her teeth.-

ROSE: Okay.

MEULIN: -she's already finished her soup, and now she's just sort of contemplating the bowl... everyone's working so hard-

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