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alphabetboyluvr · 10 months

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back to you | knj

REQUEST | @btsgotjams27

VIBES | angst

SOUNDTRACK | back to you - alexander stewart

HOLLY'S NOTE | tense jaw namjoon gets me feeling a certain type of way so thank youuuu for requesting this!! no warnings - references to shagging cos ofc and approx (1) questionable reference to Saint Augustine lmao. also joonie is 25 in this!! don't shout at me!! i know he's not 25 irl!!

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Namjoon watches the metronome on his desk tick... tick... tick..., ignoring the glare of the monitor screens in front of him.

There are two. One's open on the definition of a word that's been lodged in his frontal lobe for months, now, and the other is crammed full to the brim with dark grey producing software that he's sick of seeing. The windows open encase remnants of love songs that he can't seem to finish.

It's not for a lack of trying. Just impossible, he thinks.

They're an amalgamation of a love he never thought he'd lose, and the hopes of a future basking in it; notes of adoration dedicated to a devotion he didn't realise was quite so delicate, until his clumsy hands got a hold of it.

Mementoes for memories he can't bring himself to relive, they sit; solemn, unchanged. It's been like this for months. They're artefacts, now. Relics. Souvenirs. Trophies of a conquest he never entirely won; a bygone era in which his hair was lighter and the sun shone more frequently. Eventually, they'll be laid to rest in the paper waste icon down in the far corner of his screen.

No good. Not fit for use. Discarded before they've reached full maturity.

"Maturity," he mimics the screen with great contempt. He's 25. Brain's developed. Science says so.

And yet the loss he's mourning is all thanks to his perceived 'maturity,' or lack thereof.

It's not like you're dead, or anything dramatic like that. He knows he's being irrational. Knows his immaturity is shining through as he wallows in self-pity, four empty takeout cups of coffee waiting to be thrown away on the edge of his desk. He only leaves the studio to shower.

Doesn't even really sleep much these days. Has grown a little stubble; wonders if maybe that would make you think he was more mature. More grown-up. He sneers a little as he jots down a lyric idea; something about fine wine, how it ages, and how it was ironic you preferred cheap-as-shit soju instead of the bottles in his cooler.

In fact, when he really thinks about it, Namjoon thinks you were fucking mad to cite 'maturity' as a reason for you to break up.

He's old before his time; grew up quickly cause he didn't have a choice. Took it as an insult when you said 'we're at different stages in our lives.' Knows damn well he'd have stood on any stage with you. Fuck Wembley, fuck Jamsil, fuck SoFi. Fuck 'em all if they meant he couldn't have you.

But Namjoon would never give it up. You knew this at the time, and truthfully, so did he.

You would have never asked him to - but you can't dictate your life around him, and his plans, and his obligations. You've desires and goals of your own. Five years his senior, the impending pressures of your friends settling down - celebrating milestone anniversaries, moving back to your hometown to raise their families after their wild twenties spent in the big cities - was getting to you. It felt like you were lagging behind.

Whether either of you liked it or not, your relationship was a huge factor in that. You couldn't even tell your friends you were dating him. It's not like you ever wanted a huge legacy, but the erasure of your history together hurt.

A year of your life has been lost to a relationship that you can never speak of. There's an NDA. And even if there wasn't, you've too much respect for him to ever go against his wishes, or put him in a situation that could implode everything he's worked so tirelessly for.

So yeah, maybe you were out of line when you said he was immature, but no adult woman wants to live her life in hiding.

Nor does he - but he thinks the fact he that makes the conscious choice to live his life so privately is mature. Thinks if you were ever to call him, he'd block you. Show you what immature really looks like.

But you never do, so he never will.

Instead, he just scoffs again. "Immature," he mutters, shaking his head as he slouches into his desk chair. It spins ever so gently, Namjoon too irritated to stop it - but then he's facing the sofa and he's right back where he started.

See, Namjoon has been thinking a lot about you lately. It's time to submit his mixtape to the company; time for them to approve it for release. Trouble is, he hasn't been able to work on it since you left.

You've been in California for eight months. Since last August. Eight fucking months, and he hasn't touched a single thing, because it's all tainted with you. Stained. Ruined.

It's your favourite classical symphony sampled beneath the opening track; your lyrical suggestion in the bridge of his third track; your name he wordplays into obscurity on his fifth track. No one would ever be able to decipher it. It's just for him.

A little bit of you preserved forevermore; from a time when you were still his.

Kind of like the folder his mouse is hovering over.

It's password protected. Called 'drafts'. Looks inconspicuous. Just another plain folder icon. Nothing interesting. At least, it looks that way.

He can't bring himself to get rid of it - and yet the tick... tick... tick... of his metronome becomes the click-click-click of his mouse as he follows the electronic pathway back to you.

Namjoon enters the password. Knows he shouldn't. Knows he should also change the password, because typing in your birthday is fucking painful at this point.

There are six files in the folder. Voice notes. Audio files marked with dates and time stamps of last summer.

Above anything, he knows he shouldn't press play.

But he's 'immature'. Of course he'll do what he shouldn't - or at least that's how the voice in his head taunts him as he presses down on the play icon.

"Is it going?" Your voice echoes into the room. You giggle. Namjoon hears himself confirm that it is. He can picture it now. Remembers the shirt of his you'd been wearing after he'd snuck you into the company building. Knows exactly which part of his studio sofa you'd been on. "Okay, okay. Cool. What do you want me to do?"

"Just speak."

His voice sounds tender. Far softer than it does these days. He thinks he's grown since back then. Thinks he's matured. Thinks maybe if you'd have met him now, instead of then, perhaps it would have lasted.

"About what?" You had said with a laugh, and Namjoon finds himself burying his head in his hands at his desk.

"Anything. Everything. Your mind fascinates me, gorgeous."

"You're the one with genius-level, IQ," you had fondly teased him. "No one more fascinating than you. Did you really have to wear those sweats, though? You know they turn my mind to jelly."

"I can take them off, if it'll help."

"Keep them on," your voice had lowered. In the studio, Namjoon groans into his hands. Knows what's coming next. "Wanna see how much of a mess I make when I ride your-"

His nimble fingers race to the space bar, pausing the audio clip. Has listened to it enough times to know exactly what happens afterwards.

It's not like he needs the recording to remember. He remembers it all.

Remembers the semi he'd had at the time, and how the way you'd looked at him had him growing to full stiffness. Remembers the way you'd carried on talking nonsense when you were straddled across his thigh; and the way the conversation had dissolved into you being incredibly vocal about exactly what you wanted him to do with you. To you. For you.

And so it had become a goal: he'd been after the perfect moan to hide deep within the layers of his closing track. Would record you every now and again in the midst of a fuck. Would tell you how good you sound, how much he wants the world to hear you. Would say shit like 'you've got a voice that'll ruin lives, gorgeous,' or something about Augustine, and how he'd have never converted to celibacy if he'd have met you. Would whine along with you, and thank the lucky stars his apartment spanned over two floors - his poor neighbours probably would have complained, otherwise.

He puffs out his cheeks and sighs. Tilts his head back against the top of his chair, and lets his hand fall to his crotch. He palms it slightly; firm from the thoughts of your clammy body sticking to his, and the musky scent that he wished he could have bottled up for times like these.

"Get a grip," he berates himself, and spins back to the desk. He needs to get his feelings out. Speak them into existence. Admit that he misses you, and that he's been a bit of a mess since you've been gone. His mental block isn't going away anytime soon, so he may as well try a little honesty in its place.

He opens up the software for the mic that he keeps on his desk for rough recordings, and clicks on the red circle. Kind of feels kind of like a stop sign to him.

"Stop what?" he questions into the void. "Thinking about her? Avoiding her favourite coffee shop, even though it was mine too? Wasting all this fucking space in my brain like it's a storage unit for memories of her? I don't want them. I don't need them. Why can't I let them go? Why is she still in my head? And why am I scared of the day she won't be?"

He rambles and he rambles. Cries not once but four times. Goes on and on about why you're the fucking worst, and then he spirals into how much he loves the way you laugh, and how he's never felt anything better than your arms wrapped around his waist. Gushes about how committed you are to your work, and how much he's in awe of the way you prioritise yourself. Is proud when he mentions your achievements; is pissed off when he mentions the little quirks of yours he didn't love.

They're lies, of course. He loved everything you did - but it makes him feel better to feign hatred.

Makes him feel like it was his choice. Like he's the one who left.

He's pulled from his thoughts when his phone begins to ring. It's on loud, so he lets it ring for a bit. Knows it could sound good on the recording. He reaches over for his phone and rubs his spare hand over his face to psyche himself up.

It's probably just Yoongi, he thinks, like it normally is, wondering if he's at the office building. He doesn't check the caller ID - just answers it and automatically switches to speakerphone.

"Wassup?" He says into the receiver, far chirpier than he was during his rant. He's still a little dry, but he's performing now. Pretending like everything is fine.

There's a moment of silence. Namjoon's eyes flick to his phone screen. Checks the caller ID. Blood runs cold.

And then, there's a 'hey.'

Namjoon is the silent one, now. Doesn't know what to fucking say - and thankfully, you hate empty spaces in conversations.

So you fill it.

"I quit my job," you tell him.

Why you think he would care is beyond him.

But the last he knew, you loved your job. Something feels... uneasy within him. He remains silent. Lets you speak.

"There's a red-eye flight that leaves in four hours. LA to Seoul. I know it's..." You cut yourself off, struggling to find the right words to say. "Look, I know it's been eight months, and I know it's been rough. I thought I could do this whole 'life' thing without you, Nam, but... Fuck. I don't think I can. I... I think maybe I was the one who needed to mature. I know I put you through hell, but if I get on that flight, will you be there at the other end?"

It's a simple question, really - yes or no - yet it feels so much heavier than that. Feels like commitment. Feels like something he isn't ready for. Feels like something you rescinded your right to a long fucking time ago.

And so Namjoon laughs. It's cold. Is guaranteed to make you cry. He doesn't care.

"No."

The call ends, his finger forcefully tapping on the red button of his phone. He knows it'll hurt. Thinks 'good'. Reckons you deserve it.

But then he's scrambling; dialling your number back, holding his phone to ear, stomach in his throat, heart in tatters, swallowing back tears that threaten to fall on his part.

Being a cunt was much less satisfying than he thought it would be. In fact, if anything, it makes him feel even fucking worse.

All he wants is to see you. It's the only thing he wants.

You take a while to answer. He was right. It did make you cry. Mainly because you know you do deserve it.

There's no 'hello' when you answer. You say sorry, instead. "It was out of line for me to ask."

"Yeah," he says. "Kinda was."

"I just... I had to know. Eight months is a long time, isn't it? It's really fucking long."

Namjoon pauses. Bites down on his lip as it shakes. Sighs. "The flight... when does it land?"

"Nine-thirty."

"A.M.?"

"Yes."

"Into Incheon?"

"Uh-huh."

He can hear the tears you're fighting. Wonders if you can hear his.

"Get the flight," he finally says. "I'll meet you there."

"Wait... are you sur-"

He doesn't let you finish. He's had eight months of fucking torture without you. Eight months to think about all the things he wishes he could have done differently, eight months to play scenarios in his head. Eight months.

He can't go through it again. Can't be without you. It's too fucking hard.

"Get your ass on that flight," he says, stern in his tone.

"It's one-way," you warn him.

And even though you can't see him, you know there's a dimple in his cheek. Know he's smiling. Know it feels like a weight has lifted from his chest, because it feels that way for you, too.

"It better fucking be."

#namjoon fanfic #namjoon angst #namjoon ff #bangtan ff #bts fanfic #bts ff #byholly #so grrrrr @ tagging still !!

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lunarbard · 5 months

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Toldren, Setting/Campaign Design, & Reverse Funnels

I've been running a ttrpg table for my friends for five years now, and in that time we've attempted numerous campaigns across a few settings I kept throwing together, only the first one of which we properly finished. All of those campaigns were across four different settings, most of which I spent months whittling away at before starting the campaign. Some were attempts at sandboxes, but those mainly just left my players out to flounder without much idea of where to go (not helped by being dropped in a brand new setting without enough direction).

So I curated a small group of my friends who I felt would be most open to the style of play I had come to enjoy in my other group where I was a player. I told them our first session was in two weeks.

I had no setting prepared yet.

So my setting started with the campaign's goals. I decided to go back entirely to basics, and run a basic "evil overlord has conquered this region" conflict. I still wanted the campaign to be a bit open, but give a bit of structure to the players. So I took a page from Breath of the Wild and the Deltora Quest books I read as a kid and put together a map of the region with several named landmarks, some of which would contain plot coupons (gemstone conduits of divine power) for defeating the evil overlord. That led to this map:

Each of the landmarks influenced how I built the world. For example, I wanted Darach to be stuck in flux between light and shadow, so that led to the planes of Arcadia and Stygia and the concepts of lumenic/aether and umbral/miasma for gods and certain types of creatures, such as undead. This also influenced how I've ended up describing magic.

Since the setting was built for the campaign first, basically any lore available to the players is incredibly relevant. This system of caves under a random peak they're in isn't just some old war between knights & dragon cultists for show, both sides of that old conflict have tons of books & other resources for the party to learn about the ancient dragon locked away deep below because they need to face her to claim the conduit that a nothic gifted her. Along the way they're negotiating with the various small factions at play who each can provide information and/or aid to the party on that front.

The best part of why this has been my favorite campaign to run though has been its actual structure, which I consider a sort of reverse funnel.

The Reverse Funnel of Toldren

The party started at level 1 in the village of Waldon, each their for their own reasons (and unfortunately I can't get into the party itself, this would drag on too long, I adore them too much). The general store owner, who each PC had a personal connection to, revealed themselves to be a secret member of the resistance against the Overlord and told them the story of the conduits, and where the last person to search for them had last been seen. This led into a rather linear little adventure that introduced the conduits to them and provided their locations via some ancient magic they found, as well as getting them to level 3.

For this second structure of the campaign, the party has five destinations on their map to guide them to the big chunks of content, but are otherwise free to go where and do what they wish. Along the way to the conduits they'll pass through towns and cities, see the overlord's presence (in some rather strong generals & commanders), and curse they can't do much about them at the moment. They've already done this in the elven city of Port Verton, where General Dictum has elevated elf-supremacist sympathies into full-on doctrine. The party has already skirmished with the overlord's soldiers there and seen her in action when they aided a resistance cell. The party learned from that encounter that Dictum was dangerous (but also a bit of a show-off to her people), since when she spotted the party interrupting an execution she started the fight with a Time Stop (telegraphing her danger for future encounters).

It's worth mentioning that all of the marked plot coupons in the second structure of my current campaign are in proper dungeons, each with their own learning curve for the party (with each having their own factions, monster sets, quirks, etc). Each of these dungeons also have ways the party can upgrade their weapons (and focus, for the warlock) to be more effective against the monsters of that area.

This sets up the party for the third structure of the campaign; once the party has collected all the conduits, they'll be out of my provided quest markers. But they'll have seen the region by then, and, given the current course of things, probably have quite a few of their own goals to pursue with the aid of the resources & allies they've already collected.

Distilling the Reverse Funnel

The Reverse Funnel is rather basic, but just to define its structure more clearly:

The campaign starts with a short, linear segment to help align the PCs and provide them with a default objective.

The party must traverse the campaign's region to reach their provided objectives*, exposing them to other hooks along the way. Some of these the PCs can't deal with yet; danger must be telegraphed.

The campaign continues fueled by player side goals until they decide it's time to deal with their ultimate objective, whatever that may be. Ideally, the hooks from part 2 play a part in these goals; but players having their own separate motivations in line with the campaign/party is a good sign in my book.

*Objectives, IMO, work best as mini-regions with a focus on exploration, interaction, and mastery; rather than straight-forward end points. So, dungeons (or similar structures) work fantastically for these objectives. I tend to use Goblin Punch's Dungeon Checklist for my dungeons in general.

Part 2 objectives may also require some finessing as a GM in games with power scaling, like D&D. I aimed my campaign for the party to hit those objectives within the 5th-10th level range, between two of the biggest power jumps (and lucked out in that the party is a fighter, paladin, rogue, ranger, and warlock, so high-level magic doesn't have as much impact).

Admittedly, I'm a rather new GM and I've only tried this structure once, and it's still ongoing. But it's been remarkably effective in the first ~year of this campaign for giving players direction to aim their characters while still providing plenty of player agency.

I've also realized that this campaign is sort of antithetical to Matt Colville's sandbox campaigns, at least as he describes it in his videos. By his sandbox as many people may be aware of them, levels 1-5 are the open sandbox that then funnel into a single, proper adventure afterwards. Not everyone runs sandbox campaigns that way; the OSR communities tend to prioritize campaigns entirely composed of sandboxes.

I also call this a reverse funnel, even though my current campaign is a bit more like a lopsided diamond, since it'll more than likely converge on facing & defeating the evil overlord.

#ttrpg #Toldren #D&D #campaign design #tabletop roleplaying

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whythewords · 8 months

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Sure, You Can Love Me (But Can You Please Take Me Home?)

On and on we go through this messy, sometimes great, sometimes fucking exhausting life, right? Again, I don't know how to summarize the goings-on since the last post, I only know about a few landmarks of the last month and how they made me feel.

I went on that vacation to Nova Scotia....it was breathtaking. My pal Damion and his wife Katie put us up in their absolute unit of a home, it was gorgeous and new and in a quaint, sparsely populated area of the province. A dream. And he planned quite the itinerary for us. We did a night at a fancy, cottagey AirBNB right on the water. We went tidal bore rafting which I agreed to before knowing fully what it was, but look it up, it's wild. We did a winery/cidery tour. We bummed around Halifax, I bought a travel guitar, and we also hit the Halifax waterfront. I ate my fill of lobster and just great seafood in general. I finally got to meet his adorable two year old daughter and experienced the great pleasure of my heart melting each and every time she called me "uncle Joe."

The trip was everything. But it was also what it was supposed to be: a vacation. There was no networking and looking for jobs and opportunities while I was out there. There was none of the "research" I convinced myself I was gonna do. It was, more than anything, a chance to catch up with an old friend, which is exactly what it needed to be.

Over the course of that week and into the intervening weeks...I decided to do another dating app blitz and stunningly, it paid off. I have gotten more traction on these apps than I have ever gotten. I'm up to four different woman I'm talking to and I haven't met a single one of them yet but the conversations are seemingly staying afloat, and I may have a date this coming Saturday. All of this happened to fall on a month that's already wall-to-wall loaded with other plans and that's not necessarily a bad thing. It keeps me distracted, keeps me happy. Another open mic on Wednesday, my friend's hockey game on Thursday, a night at the drive-in on Friday.

And yesterday I was in Fort Erie, an old friend who lives in New Jersey now was out there visiting his parents, and they all used to live in our old neighbourhood in Mississauga. It was nice catching up, and I had forgotten how much his mom "gets it." Without having seen each other in several years, she knew inherently after a brief catch-up session exactly where I was at. The predicament with my folks and wanting to move out...and how that may be effected by where we all are in our lives. "I worry you may have been prematurely thrown into a caretaking scenario." She said that and it was as if she was staring into my soul. A wise oracle assessing my situation with a glance.

My mom had gotten a little sick while I was on my trip. She's much better now, thank goodness, but the whole "moving out East to find a new life" thing sort of flashed before my eyes. My dad is 80. My mom is not too far behind. Their health is okay but they're not without their issues. If I'm not taking them with me I gotta stay close, and that fucking stings. Not because I don't love and appreciate them and want what's best for them, but because it seems like I'm now at the point where it's been decided for me. I have no choice in the matter.

My brother is not up to the task of taking care of my folks if I go away, he can barely take care of himself. To draw at least some inspiration from Nova Scotia, Damion had brought his mom out east to live with him after his dad passed. She's got a walkout basement apartment while he, his wife and his daughter have free reign of the top two levels. Maybe that's solution for me too. Maybe this is just my lot in life now. We have to go in on something together. My dad floated the idea by me before and it's not a bad one really, but it feels in many ways like true independence is always going to elude me. And it's STILL really fucking expensive. Maybe part of me was influenced by the sudden influx of dating prospects that sticking around here wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Unfortunately that doesn't change its price, both emotionally and financially.

There's these two parts of myself that have constantly been at odds these last few weeks: the lonely and longing romantic, looking for love and companionship, and the low-key, introspective recluse, just waiting for the opportunity to seize his independence and finally have a place he can truly call his own. Those came together to form a song as part of my monthly songwriting challenge, late as always but one of my favourite things I've written maybe of the last two or three years. Must be because it's so painfully fucking true.

But writing it, and playing it, and singing it they all make it sting a little less. They calm me down and remind me that while this is a shitty hand I've been dealt, it is not an impossible task. I can and WILL figure this out eventually.

Fuck, thank goodness for music, huh?

Here's a very rough and scratchy demo of the song I mentioned, it inspired the title of this post:

#life of joe #not so daily journal #music #songwriting #dating #SoundCloud

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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"Don't wanna share my dad" - Spencer Reid x Reader (and their daughter)

Requested: Yes

Do you think you could do my request: we're married to Spencer and have a little girl, we find out we're pregnant and us and Spencer try to tell our kid they're having a little brother.. and our kid doesn't like it cause "daddy only needs me"

Word count: 5K (I got carried away)

Summary: Little Raven Reid isn't fond of the idea of having a sibling ‘cos she refuses to share her daddy's love.

Warnings: There's so much fluff here; it's a crime.

A/N: Though you can imagine your fav Spencer, I wrote this in the "Do I Wanna Know" universe, and it's around the beginning of season 11.

Masterlist

Saying Spencer's daughter was a "Daddy's girl" was undeniable. The four years old little girl couldn't live without him from day one. That being said, it didn't mean little Raven didn't love her mom, ‘cos she adored (Y/N). Still, there was something in her relationship with Spencer, something special.

Their bond started at an early age when Spencer would make sure he was the one changing her diapers and giving her her bottles when she cried at night and let his wife rest. Spencer knew (Y/N) was with their daughter during the day, and he was at work. The little time they shared was precious for him.

Spencer treasured everything they shared. He had a box in his drawer where he kept everything Raven had ever given to him. From drawings to funny-looking rocks she had found on their walks through the park. Yes, they took a walk together every Saturday morning to give (Y/N) some extra time to sleep and returned home with breakfast for everybody.

Raven loved her dad. He was amazing in her eyes. He knew every story ever written and could tell it without even reading! When they played, he made different voices for each character, and he was always willing to have tea parties. Dad Spencer was so tall that she could definitely reach the stars whenever he took her in his arms. They were a team. And no one could get in the middle of them. Or at least, that's what Raven thought.

It was Saturday, early morning. (Y/N) and Spencer were sitting on the edge of their bathtub, holding hands. Neither of them said a thing during the 120 seconds they waited. Instead, Reid drew patterns on the palm of her hand with his finger as he smiled at her. He was excited, like a kid on Christmas morning.

The alarm on (Y/N) 's phone went off, and the two of them stayed still for another few seconds.

- "Ready to find out if we are gonna be parents again, Mrs. Reid?"- Spencer asked his wife, and she giggled

- "Would you do the honors, Dr. Reid?"- she replied as the two of them stood up and walked to the sink, where they left the pregnancy test. Spencer held it and turned it around. In a matter of seconds, his eyes filled with tears as the warmest smiled lodged on his lips.

- "It's positive"- he whispered and wrapped his arms around his wife right away, who chuckled and held him tight against her body.

- "Really, honey bunny?"

- "Yes, chipmunk. We are gonna be parents again!"

The couple had been trying for the last six months, and though neither of them was worried, it was overall frustrating failing over and over again. Having that positive test in their hands was the confirmation of the joy they were looking for.

- "Now… how are we telling Raven?"- (Y/N) looked at Spencer, and he opened his mouth, but surprisingly, no word came from it.

- "Yeah, that's what I thought."- (Y/N) chuckled and shook her head- "Come on, let's get dressed before our baby wakes up."

- "She's our little girl now. You are carrying our baby."- Spencer whispered and hugged his wife again. She sighed and blushed, hiding her face on the crook of his neck.

- "I can't believe it. Life is gonna get wild."

- "Mon chére, our life is already pretty wild."- Spencer answered and chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

- "I know. How are we doing this?"

- "One day at the time"- that was Spencer's simple reply.

- "If you say so, you are the genius."- his wife teased him and stuck out her tongue at him- "Come on, I'll make hotcakes."

As soon as she opened her eyes, the first thing Raven did was to run out of her room and into her parent's.

- Dad?- she frowned and took a look around. Usually, Spencer and (Y/N) were in bed when she got up early on weekends, and the three of them would cuddle before getting ready for their weekly "father and daughter walk."

- "Daddy? Mommy"- Raven walked around the house and followed the delicious smell that came from the kitchen.

- "Good morning, Birdie"- Spencer turned to his daughter and picked her up, kissing her cheeks.

- "Good morning, daddy, good morning, mommy. Why are you up so early? Do you have to catch bad guys?"

It ached both of them to know their little daughter was aware they had to constantly leave the house because of their job. But it didn't really upset Raven. She was actually proud of her parents. She always bragged with her friends in kindergarten. For Raven, her parents were like superheroes. She always wondered whether they used a cape when they were on the field, catching bad guys. Her aunt Penelope said they definitely should. But uncle Frankie had told her capes were too dangerous and made an excellent point supported by Edna Mode. He actually made her watch The Incredibles one day he and uncle Mikey were babysitting her.

- "No, sweetheart, we don't have to go to work. We are gonna spend the day together. We just got hungry and decided to cook an early breakfast."- (Y/N) explained and walked to Spencer to kiss Raven's sweet cheeks. She had her father's curly hair, and at that hour, it was one big adorable mess.

- "But, are we still going out?- Raven asked her dad.

- "Of course. After breakfast. Maybe we could let mommy rest a little while we take our walk. And then, we can pick her up to go out for lunch. What do you say?"

Raven's eyes shone in excitement with the plan and clapped a few times. Spencer carried her to her room and helped her get dressed while (Y/N) finished breakfast.

They had agreed not to tell their daughter about her little brother or sister until after they had a confirmation from the doctor, which would happen the following week. So meanwhile, Spencer decided to start talking with Raven about the subject in a more neutral way.

- "So Birdie, how was your week in school?"- Spencer asked his daughter as they walked hand in hand on their way to the park.

- "I had fun. We are learning the alphabet."

- "That's amazing!"

- "Yes, I can tell the alphabet until the M"- and so, Raven proceeded to recite half the alphabet, making her father smile proud.

- "That's great, Raven! Give me five!"- the girl jumped and giggled as she high-fived her dad. They walked in silence for a few minutes until Spencer asked.

- "Do you want me to teach you the rest of the alphabet?"

- "Sure!"

- "Did I ever tell you I love teaching you new things?"

- "Yes!"

- "It's fun ‘cos it's like passing something important to someone else?"

- "Like when you pass the toys around in class?"- Raven tried to understand what her dad was talking about.

- "Yeah, something like that. Do you know what I would have liked to have grown up? A kid brother or sister."

- "Why?"- Raven frowned and looked at her dad, almost confused.

- "‘Cos having a little sibling is so much fun! You always have someone to play with, and you can teach them things. Besides, no matter what happens, they will always be your best friends."

- "I don't want a sibling,"- Raven quickly replied and shook her head - "I already have someone to play with all the time: you, daddy."

And the massive grin on Raven's face made Spencer's heartache a little. It was gonna be more complex than he thought.

Later that afternoon, (Y/N), Spencer, and Raven were sitting at a little table, having a tea party. They had gotten mini muffins, and the three of them were wearing crowns. Raven and her mother were the princess and queen, respectively, and Spencer was the king.

- "Would you like more tea, your highness?"- (Y/N) asked her daughter, who nodded, chewing another mini muffin.

- "You know what would make this party even more fun?"- Reid asked and looked at Raven- "If we had another little princess or prince to play with."

- "Why would you say that, daddy?"- the four years old furrowed her eyebrows in a way that always made her look just like her mother when she was upset.

- "Well… we have an extra chair no one ever uses, and we could talk to them, have fun, tell jokes."- Spencer tried to save the moment, but he knew he had pushed it too far. (Y/N) looked at him in silence and just shook her head as Raven stood up and walked to the other corner of her room, picking up a gigantic bear her nono Rossi had given her. She crawled the bear and sat it on the tiny chair.

- "There you have, daddy. Now Mr. Bear can share his stories with us."

- "It's not gonna be easy,"- (Y/N) whispered and heard Spencer mumming in response. It was around midnight, and they were both in bed, cuddled. Reid's arms were wrapped around her, caressing her tummy carefully.

- "She doesn't want to share you,"- (Y/N) added, and Spencer just sighed- "Maybe if we take her to the doctor with us, and she sees the baby inside of me…"

- "I don't know, chipmunk. I think it's better if we just tell her after our appointment."

- "I just don't wanna break her heart."

- "It's not supposed to be something hard or bad."- (Y/N) rolled in bed and faced her husband as he whispered- "I am so happy we are having another baby."

- "Me too, honey bunny. I'm excited ‘cos I want to have a boy so he can be just as cute as you are"- Spencer blushed at those words and smiled, feeling (Y/N) 's lips on his cheeks. Even after six years together, Spencer would still fluster whenever the love of his life said anything sweet to him.

- "Maybe if we get her a cat…"- (Y/N) thought, and Spencer chuckled.

- "We can't spoil her rotten."

- "Like you are the one to tell. You always do whatever she wants you to do."

- "Well, this time, it'll have to be different."

- "Of course, honey. You can't "unpregnant" me, can you?"- Spencer chuckled and kissed his wife's lips tenderly.

- "I could get you pregnant for the third time as soon as we have this new bunny."

- "Clearly, you are not the one giving birth, Spencer Walter Reid"- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and watched her husband's face shining as he smiled. That smile warmed her heart and still gave her butterflies in the stomach, even after all those years.

- "If I could, I would go through all the pain, so you wouldn't have to suffer for even a second, mon chère."- (Y/N) sighed and kissed him again.

- "I know, Batsy."

The medical evaluation confirmed (Y/N) 's pregnancy. She was almost seven weeks. The first thing she and Spencer did as soon as they reached the BAU was to tell Hotch. Their Unit Chief was beyond excited with the news because he knew the couple was trying to have another baby.

- "Are you ready to stay out of the field?"- Spencer turned to his wife, and she groaned as a response.

- "I don't wanna be stuck doing all the paperwork all alone."

- "You know you can't run after an unsub and risk the health of our baby. Right Hotch?"

- "You two will be working on geographical profiles, so neither of you will have to go to the field unless it's indispensable,"- Hotch added and shook his head- "There is no way I'm risking any of you."

- "We work in the FBI, Hotch."- (Y/N) smiled and shook her head- "Being at risk is the basis of our work."

- "Well, not if I can help it."- Hotch cut her a quick smile as the three of them walked to the briefing room- "And did you tell Raven yet?"

- "Not yet"- Spencer paused and made sure there was no one near to hear them- "She doesn't want to have a sibling, so we are looking for the perfect way to drop the news."

Aaron Hotchner looked at Spencer and a deep feeling of pride and responsibility. He had seen him grow up and change from a shy young man to a family man. When did the time go? He was actually feeling like Rossi.

- "Try to explain to her she won't be losing your love, but gaining a new person in her life, who will be her favorite one pretty soon."

- "You make it sound so simple."- (Y/N) sighed and sat at the table, waiting for the rest of the team- "But I'm afraid she is going to be a tough nut to crack."

- "Good morning, my dearest,"- Garcia showed up into the room that minute and smiled as she set all her things on the table. The rest of the team walked into the conference room, and Hotch briefed them about their day. Thankfully, there was no case, so it would be a calm and boring paper workday.

- "Before you all go, (Y/N) and I would like to announce you…"- but Spencer couldn't say another word, ‘cos his wife quickly stood up and rushed out of the room. Morning sickness kicked hard, and for the last two days, she had been puking until breakfast time.

The team watched her run and turned to Spencer, confused. He sighed and cut them a quick smile.

- "We are pregnant. Excuse me."

Spencer rushed out of the room and ran to the bathroom. There he found his wife, washing her hands and mouth.

- "How do you feel, chipmunk?"

- "Like my stomach just rode the biggest roller coaster on earth."

- "I got you a ginger lemon infusion and some crackers. That helped you last time."- Spencer moved closer and kissed (Y/N) 's temple.

- "Thank you, honey bunny. What did the team say? Sorry I had to rush out."

- "Oh my god!!!!"- and just in time, Penelope walked into the bathroom, nearly shouting, and wrapped her arms around (Y/N). Right behind her, Morgan, JJ, and Rossi were waiting for their turn to congratulate her.

- "I think they are happy."- Spencer said to his wife and chuckled. Both of them thought the same: "If only their daughter was that happy."

The following Saturday, Spencer woke up to the feeling of a little girl jumping to his bed.

- "Good morning, daddy. Where is mommy?"- Raven's voice made Spencer open his eyes and take a look around. His wife was nowhere to be seen. Retching coming from the bathroom caught his attention as Spencer finally fully woke up.

- "Are we going out today, daddy?"

- "Sure, Birdie. Just let me see if mommy feels good."

Spencer stood up, followed closely by his daughter. (Y/N) was sitting by the toilet, holding her hair up, nearly crying.

- "Mommy?"- Raven was surprised and scared to see her mother on the floor.

- "Go to your room, Birdie. Let me help your mom a little."

- "Is mommy sick?"

- "No boo, don't worry"- (Y/N) whispered and smiled at her little daughter- "I just…"- but suddenly (Y/N) realized she didn't want to lie to her daughter.

- "Why are you puking, mom?"- little Raven moved closer to her mother and hugged her leg as she washed her mouth. Then, (Y/N) scooped her in her arms and walked to their bed.

- "Mommy and daddy wanted to tell you something really exciting that's gonna happen"- (Y/N) started, as Spencer sat next to them and smiled.

- "Yes, we have amazing news, Birdie!"

- "Are we getting a kitten?"- the little girl's eyes shone with excitement, and she nearly clapped.

- "No boo, at least not yet"- (Y/N) answered and chuckled, thinking she wanted a kitten too.

- "Then what is it?"

- "Mommy is pregnant!"- Spencer said with a big smile- "Do you know what that does mean?"- Raven shook her head and looked at her mommy, confused.

- "It means you are going to have a little brother or a little sister to play with,"- (Y/N) whispered and caressed Raven's hair, who didn't react at first. She just looked at her mom in silence. But suddenly, Raven's eyes watered up, and she jumped from her mother's arms, got out of the bed, and ran to her room.

- "Raven!! Raven! Come back here!!"- Spencer ran after her and followed her into her bedroom.

- "I don't want a brother or a sister!! I don't want it!"- she started yelling, making a major tantrum.

- "But Raven, this is going to be so much fun"- Spencer made a massive effort to remain calm and kneeled next to her as his daughter cried and yelled, laying on the floor.

- "No!!! I don't want mommy pregnant!!!"

- "Come on, birdie, stop crying."

- "No!! If you have another baby, I'm gonna go live with uncle Frank! Or Auntie Penny!!"- the girl threatened and turned her back to her father. (Y/N) stared at the scene with a broken heart, thinking she never imagined Raven would react so badly.

- "Boo, come on. Just because you are having a brother or a sister doesn't mean things will change. They will be just twice as fun"- Mrs. Reid tried to comfort her daughter and sat on the floor next to her- "We can have so much fun with the baby together. Have more tea parties, and teach them how to ride a bike, and how to bake cupcakes…"

- "No!! I don't want to!! I don't want a baby! I don't wanna share my daddy!!"

Spencer turned to (Y/N) and sighed. They just stared in silence for a few seconds, not really knowing how to deal with that situation. And to make things worse, Spencer's phone rang that very second, but he ignored it.

- "Raven, you won't lose me. Ever."- Spencer whispered and caressed the little girl's arm, but she quickly moved away from him and stood up to lay on her bed.

- "Boo, just because there be another baby in the house, it doesn't mean we'll love you any less. And you will always be your daddy's little girl. Forever."- (Y/N) supported Spencer's words as she moved to Raven's bed and sat next to her. Spencer did the same, running his fingers through his daughter's hair.

But the girl didn't even reply. After a few minutes, (Y/N) 's phones rang.

- "It's Hotch"- (Y/N) whispered, reading the text- "The local police need our advice and help with a case."

Spencer nodded and let out a deep breath. Both of them stood up from Raven's bed and walked out of her room. That definitely went south very quickly.

- "I'm gonna ask Penny if she can babysit"- Reid grabbed his phone, but (Y/N) stopped him.

- "She had a date today, and she was really looking forward to it."

- "Shut"- Spencer grounded, upset, frustrated, and mad at himself for not knowing what to do to make his daughter feel better. What's the use in having a BA in psychology if he couldn't put it in use with his baby?

- "I'll call the fairly odd parent. Maybe he can give us a hand."- (Y/N) said and grabbed her phone.

Penelope was Raven's godmother, and Frank, (Y/N)'s childhood best friend, was her godfather. The baby girl loved spending time with him ‘cos he was funny, he always brought her tons of candies, toys, new games ideas, and movies, and he would definitely let her stay up late.

- "Birdie, mom and dad are leaving for work"- (Y/N) whispered and sat on her daughter's bed. She was still there, no longer crying, but still refused to talk to both of them.

- "Uncle Frank is here with breakfast. We'll be back by dinner time, ok?"- Spencer added, but nothing.

- "We love you very much, boo"- (Y/N) added and kissed Raven's cheek. Spencer leaned over and did the same. Still, no response.

(Y/N) had explained to Frank why her daughter was so mad at them, and he had bought extra snacks and movies to spend the day with his favorite goddaughter. Ok, she was his only goddaughter, but he honestly loved the kid.

- "Don't worry guys, I'll try to talk to her,"- Frank said and smiled at (Y/N), kissing her cheek- "Now go fight crime!! And no capes!!"

Spencer and (Y/N) chuckled and said their goodbyes, feeling the guilt of leaving their daughter alone after their argument.

- "Maybe being with Frank gives her time to cool off."- Spencer whispered and held (Y/N) 's hand as they walked to their car.

- "I hope so."

- "Hey, Princess, I have a cupcake with your name on it."- Frank stood at the frame of Raven's door and held the pastry on a little paper dish for her. It was filled with color, like a rainbow.

- "No wanna!"- Raven mumbled against the pillow and sighed, making Frank walk into the room and leave the dish on the bedside table.

- "Ok, come here. You are not mad at me, right, Sweet Pea?"- the girl shook her head and turned around to face Frank.

- "There she is! I missed that pretty face. Come here, give me a hug. I've missed you."

- "I missed you too, uncle Frank"- Raven moved and sat on Frank's lap, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.

- "So, I know you haven't eaten anything today, so what do you say we have a delicious breakfast together, then we build a fort and watch movies in it?"- Raven smiled and nodded. Clearly, she and Frank had a special relationship.

- "Good, come on, let's go."

- "Can I still eat the cupcake?"- she whispered against his chest, hiding her face.

- "Of course, let's pour you some milk too."

The day was eternal for (Y/N) and Spencer. Both parents felt guilty and had a hard time concentrating on their chores. Frank sent them a few pictures of Raven smiling and having fun, but they knew that was going to end as soon as they walked back into the house.

How miserable they felt to be the cause of their daughter's sadness.

- "Ok, Sweet Pea, are you ready to tell me why you don't wanna have a little sister or brother?"- Frank asked the little girl as they kept drawing in her coloring book, sitting inside their fort.

- "I don't want to share my daddy."- the girl simply replied and didn't take her eyes from the drawing.

- "Kidding? You are thinking this whole deal the wrong way, sweetie."

- "Why?"

- "‘Cos, you can totally use a little sibling!! It's like a free pass for pranks and presents!!"

- "How?"- the girl didn't understand what her uncle was talking about.

- "Well, picture this: you wanna steal mom's cookies, right? And your dad won't help ‘cos they keep saying you have to wait after you all have dinner. What can you do? You tell your little sibling to help you and go halfsies."

- "I don't wanna share anything with them."

- "Come on!"- Frank tickled Raven, and she did best not to chuckle but failed, and cute giggles filled the fort- "You know, your mom has a sibling, and she is the favorite."

- "What if the new one is the favorite?"

- "Not gonna happen. You are already the cutest girl on earth"- Frank continued coloring and looked at the girl, who didn't seem to be as worked up as earlier.

- "I can tell you, you will always be my favorite girl,"- he added, and Raven smiled.

- "You promise, uncle Frank?"

- "Cross my heart"- and he didn't add the rest.

- "If my parents have another baby, can I live with you?"- Frank had to do his best to stay serious and not laugh at those words.

- "Sure, baby. But that's gonna make them feel so sad."

- "No, they'll have the new baby."

- "Yes, but they will always love you more than any baby they can have"

- "Why?"

- "Simple: they loved you first."

Raven couldn't argue with that logic, so she just hummed and continued drawing.

Spencer drove back home around eight. (Y/N) kept tapping her hand on her lap as they just sat there in silence. They couldn't even turn on the radio.

- "What if we just get the kitten?"- she asked and turned to look at her husband, who shook his head- "Why not?"

- "I'm starting to think you want the kitten."

- "Maybe"- (Y/N) smiled, but Spencer shook his head again.

- "I don't wanna risk you to get toxoplasmosis."

- "Then? We just talk our way out of this with our four years old daughter?"

- "Well… I honestly don't know what else to do. There's always Disney. She wanted to go."

- "You want to go too, honey bunny"- (Y/N) answered and chuckled at her husband's "busted" face.

- "Maybe."

The smell of homemade dinner welcomed the Reids to their house, followed by the quick steps of a little girl.

- "Mommy!! Daddy!!"- Raven ran from the kitchen and hugged both Spencer's and (Y/N) legs- "I missed you!!"

The couple stared at each other surprised, and turned to see Frank smiled at them from the kitchen's door.

- "You know, I have a Masters in psychology."

- "I'm scared"- (Y/N) whispered, and Spencer just chuckled, shaking his head. He held his daughter in his arms and kissed her cheeks.

- "Did you have fun with uncle Frank today?"

- "Yes! We made a fort and watched movies, and I made a picture of a unicorn, and uncle Frankie says he wants to put it on his fridge!"

- "That sounds amazing, Birdie."

- "And we made cookies and dinner."

- "That's great ‘cos mom and I are starving."

- "And the baby too?"- the fact Raven asked about her sibling so naturally was surprising.

- "Yes, the baby too,"- Spencer said and walked to the kitchen, followed by (Y/N), who still couldn't believe what had just happened.

- "Ok, honey bunnies, your favorite godfather just cooked you an amazing family dinner, and now I'll leave ‘cos I have a date,"- Frank said, and put on his jacket- "But don't worry, Sweet Pea, you will always be my number one. You know that, right?"- Raven nodded and giggled as Frank kissed her cheek several times.

- "Thank you, Paco"- (Y/N) walked her best friend to the front door- "What did you tell her that made her so open to the idea of having a sibling?"

- "Nothing really. I just told her she wasn't going to lose your love, and neither Spencer's."

- "Be real. She just cares about Spencer."

- "No. She was very worried about my love too"- (Y/N) heard Frank's laughter and hit his arm.

- "Thank you very much for taking care of her and for making us dinner."

- "My pleasure, nugget. I'm happy I can help. Now give me a hug! I have to run. I'm late."

When (Y/N) walked back to the kitchen, she saw her daughter sitting at the table, next to her dad, eating her spaghetti.

- "So, tomorrow is Sunday, Birdie. What do you say we walk to the park in the morning and get one of those waffles we saw last week?"- Spencer asked his daughter, who nodded and smiled as she chewed her food.

- "Yes!!! no work?"

- "No, tomorrow mom and dad are staying home with you."

- "Can we have a tea party?"

- "Of course!"

- "And when my brother or sister is here, can we have tea parties with cake?"- Raven asked and continued eating. Spencer looked at (Y/N) and tried not to look as shocked as he felt.

- "Sure, why not?"- (Y/N) answered and shrugged, pretending it wasn't a big deal.

- "And maybe they'll like having a pony too."- Raven added and sipped her cup of juice, avoiding visual contact with her parents.

- "Oh, I see… did you and uncle Frank talk a lot about your little brother or sister?"- (Y/N) continued acting like nothing was going on, and Raven simply nodded.

- "And what did he say? Is he happy you are gonna be an older sister?"- Raven finally looked at her mom and nodded again.

- "But he said he is going to love me the most, no matter what."

- "Really? Well, that's true! The same happens with mommy and daddy, you know?"- (Y/N) added- "We are gonna love you, no matter what happens. And you will always be your daddy's little girl."

- "Uncle Frank said he always wanted to have a sibling, but his parents didn't give him one, and that I am lucky."

- "You are very lucky, Birdie"- Spencer finally spoke, making an effort to hide the tears in his eyes. He had the family he always dreamed about. He married his best friend and the love of his life. And on top of that, his daughter was happy, and they were having another baby.

- "Uncle Frank told me my brother or sister is in your tummy,"- the girl said, looking at her mother- "But he didn't tell me how they got there. Did you eat the baby?"

Both (Y/N) and Spencer choke and turn blood red with the question. Raven just stared at them, waiting for an answer.

- "So? how did the baby get inside of mommy?"

- "Raven, your mom and I were talking and… how about we take you to Disney?"- that was the only answer Spencer could formulate, and the girl jumped on her chair, absolutely ecstatic, forgetting about her sibling and how it had gotten inside of her mother.

(Y/N) looked at Spencer's crimson cheeks and just chuckled. She was happy. And she never imagined life could be so sweet.

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Hewoo I saw requests were open and this really cute idea popped in my head can get a lot of fluff with Denki where he surprises his s/o on they're anniversary in front of the whole school

a/n: hiii!! ooo this is so cute omg, we stan denki. please i- i love him so much i cant

summary: with your one-year anniversary coming up soon, kaminari had every intention of making it big, he’d been dating you for a whole year! however, his plan may or may get a little out of his hands when he ends up confessing in front of nearly the whole school.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a camp rock line(i never watched high school musical sorry)

word count: 1.8k

;cut for length;

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Kaminari had met you in secondary school, the year before you both got into U.A. It was coincidentally on a whim when your class collaborated with his on a debate project on some literature project.

You were paired together, four students from your class on a team with four from his class.

He was goofy, light-hearted, kind, and way too flirty for his age, but you ignored his cheesy pick-up lines until you won the debate.

He’d asked to exchange numbers at the very least since you’d become friends. And that friendship kindled over time, so much so, that you were both over the moon about applying to U.A. together.

And before you knew it, Kaminari was walking hand-in-hand with you home from the park, or from the grocery store, the two of you often hanging out together over break, excited to be making dinner one night, or happy to help out over at his house.

Needless to say, a few of those long summer nights when you spent time in the pool alone with him, you couldn’t help but let out how you really feel, the two of you eventually establishing something more than a friendship.

You headed to the entrance exams as a couple, and you were both too happy to speak when you saw one another in class the following week.

And now you sat in the Class 1-A dormitory common room, Kaminari’s body between your legs as you put up his hair, a face mask applied to both of your faces as you giggled and reminisced about your time together, your anniversary of being together for one year coming up soon.

“Remember the one time you had to go to the ER because of the shopping cart accident?” Kaminari brought up a rather embarrassing story.

“That poor old lady was petrified, she thought she’d killed me.” You and Kaminari had been goofing off in the grocery store parking lot, returning the cart to its drop-off when an old lady backed out into the cart you were standing on.

It tilted back and you saved yourself from landing face-first on the asphalt at the expense of your right arm. It hurt like a bitch and you had to wear a cast for about a month before your arm healed up enough to do much more.

“You were so worried.” You teased, braiding his yellow hair between your fingers. He lifted his head to look up at you, a pout on his lips.

“I thought you died too!” Kaminari cooed, pressing a kiss to your knee as he turned back around to let you continue playing with his hair.

“You’re an idiot.” Bakugou mumbled. Kirishima sat beside you, along with Sero, who also had face masks on. They begged to be included in the self-care session and were happily enjoying themselves listening to all your stories.

“So final jam’s coming up.” Kaminari blurted.

“What?!” You laughed, confused at his words.

“T-The final jam?” Kaminari turned back around to stare at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Are you referring to our anniversary as the final jam?” You glared at the yellow-blonde.

“I’m sorry! I had to.” Kaminari stood up and grabbed your hand, yanking you off of the couch.

“That’s right, you’ve been together for a while now huh?” Sero mentioned, glancing over at Bakugou who seemed to be interested in the idea of Kaminari holding a relationship longer than a week.

“One whole year.” Kaminari stared at you with adoration in his eyes, and you were worried if he stared any harder his eyes would pop out. Your face was hot at his words.

You felt all giddy and warm inside. You really did love Kaminari, and getting to this point felt so amazing, so refreshing.

“That’s awesome! Congrats!” Kirishima was quick to congratulate you both on the seemingly wild accomplishment.

Later during the night, after washing off the face mask and finishing up your routine, you walked back to your dorm with Kaminari.

“I really couldn’t be more excited for our anniversary.” Kaminari’s hands rested in yours as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I’m excited too. You gonna take me out on a big date?” You tease, hugging him.

“I’m broke!” Kaminari whines, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m kidding. I just wanna spend the day with you, playing video games and-”

“Cuddling.” Kaminari offers, his eyes sparkling.

“Cuddling.” You agree, leaning in, pressing your lips to his. It’s a short kiss, but it’s meaningful, and tender, and passionate. It holds just enough emotion to convey how warm you feel inside. It’s electrifying, pun intended.

“I love you, sweet dreams.” Kaminari whispers as you begin to open your dorm door. You smile and wave.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You reply, closing the door after he leaves.

That night you tuck yourself into bed, happier than usual. You’re almost too excited to even sleep. But eventually, your dreams call you and you’re drifting away before you can even realize it.

The day of your anniversary, you’re a giddy mess. Kaminari and you are practically in each other’s arms the entire morning, hoping that you aren’t being that annoying couple. You’re keeping the PDA down to simple hand-holding even though you’d much rather embrace him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe.

But you had classes. The mushy-gushy stuff could wait till later. When Aizawa couldn’t yell at you.

During the day, Kaminari and you both ended up surprising one another with little gifts, tiny trinkets just to show that you were thinking of each other. Kaminari of course bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, whereas you managed to snag a pretty rose for him and a new game for his console.

He was over the moon about the rose and claimed he was going to cherish it forever. It was so sweet.

That was until lunch rolled around.

“There the love birds are!” Mina cheered as you and Kaminari sat down at the table. Almost the entire class was aware of what was today, and a few peers congratulated you on being together for one year.

“Hush!” Your face burned with embarrassment as you nuzzled into Kaminari’s shoulder, swatting away at your pink-haired friend.

“You guys are so cute!” She teased, taking another bite of her lunch.

Lunch was abruptly interrupted when Kaminari said he had to go somewhere. You were a bit surprised by his exclamation but you said goodbye as he left.

“What’s with that?” You asked, a defeated sigh coming from your lips.

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s got another gift for you.” Mina nudged your side. You shook your head and covered your face.

“Please! I can’t take any more gifts from him, I just wanna spend quality time with him and do stupid lovey-dovey couple’s crap.” You groan.

Kaminari was racing toward the AV room where he had agreed to meet another student for something he had commissioned for you. It was a delicate glass frame with a picture of you and him embossed into it.

Of course by the time he arrived, he was running late. He blamed you for being so captivating, of course though, it wasn’t an issue that he was late, the student was there, happy as could be to have been commissioned for a project.

And the result was beautiful. It was truly wonderful, and Kaminari was almost in tears at how delicate and amazing it looked. Kaminari had already paid the student when he brought up the idea, and now he was finally here to get it.

It was wrapped in a beautiful box, carefully surrounded with bio-degradable filler to prevent it from breaking.

“Thank you so much for doing this, it’s so important to me.” Kaminari placed the box down on the table in the AV room, unaware that he’d set it down on the button that turned on the intercom for student news, etc.

Kaminari had set it down because he was afraid he’d drop it on a whim somehow.

“They’re just so important to me, I can’t explain it. They’re the one, ya know?” Kaminari’s voice rang throughout the intercom system.

Your ears perked up, your face begging to sear with heat.

“I think I’ve always loved (Y/n). When we met I could just feel the world stop and all I could see was them. And from there I knew, I wanted to spend every waking moment with them.” Kaminari was completely unaware that his words were now being heard throughout the entire school building.

“Oh my god.” Kirishima looked at you. Everyone that knew you, was staring at you. You couldn’t help but feel touched. You could feel your eyes swelling with tears, happy tears.

“I live to see them smile, and their laugh? It’s music to my ears. I’m so in love with them. I’d spend a million years of my life with them, today marks one.” Kaminari’s words were cut short by a teacher barging through the door. Quickly turning to see the commotion, Kaminari was confused when the teacher started yelling about using the intercom for personal reasons.

That’s when Kaminari’s eyes shot down to where he’d sat the box, and now noticed the blinking red light that confirmed the intercom was actively broadcasting.

Blush spread like fire across his face and ears, as he quickly grabbed the box and stormed back to the cafeteria where you were still eating lunch.

Barging in, you lifted your head, smiling like an idiot as he ran toward you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that I- It was true, all of it, but I didn’t mean to embarrass you or or-”

Your lips on his shut him up as your rested your hands on his shoulders, completely silencing him. His hands held onto the box in front of him, his lips moving together against yours.

A few cheers and ‘woos’ came from fellow students but you couldn’t hear them. You were completely capsulated by Kaminari and the electric love blossoming between the two of you.

Pulling away in a haze, all you could see was him.

“I love you so much.” You smiled.

Later, after a decent scolding from Aizawa and another teacher, you were let go and finally allowed to go to your dorm.

Placing the delicate glass picture up on your shelf you then pulled Kaminari onto your bed, nuzzling into his side.

“This is what I was waiting for.” Kaminari cuddled into you, wrapping around you like a sloth as you laid on his stomach doing the same.

“This is an average Tuesday for us.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I like my average Tuesdays with you, dummy.” Kaminari smiled, clicking on your tv to watch something as you cuddled.

The anniversary was a success. And who cared if nearly the whole school knew about how strongly you felt for one another. You were happy, Kaminari was happy, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.

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xxisxxisxxis · 3 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-Three [PT. 1]

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NIKKI

1987

I throw another drink back not long after yelling obscurities at Viv as she stomped out of VIP to leave and go home, between more lines of blow, a trip to the bathroom to get a fix and some drinks, we decide to take the party to Steven's new place.

"You guys just can't be too loud, though, got it?" He says as sternly as he can as we get inside and he fumbles for his key.

"Alright, alright, alright," I mumble, stepping inside, grabbing his bottle of Jack off the counter before getting comfortable on the floor by the window.

We all talk--as best we can--for a little while, Steven and the boys making some calls to get some dealers here, and the only thing on my mind is getting a potent fix, until I hear something...very faint, very familiar...very, very, familiar...I furrow my brows to focus more, ignoring the guys' laughter and voices, my eyes training on the wall opposite of me.

My subconscious puts it together before my conscious does, like smelling a blanket from a childhood home and immediately being taken back before your brain can quite grasp the feeling.

Multiple memories shrouding that sound of Vivian that only she can really pull off.

It doesn't take rocket science equation solving skills to put together why I'm currently hearing her soft, pretty moans carry on next door.

I'm pretty sure more members of Guns, aside from Steven, are staying here right now.

Apparently Stevie hears it not long after and slips into the next suite, where the sound is coming from, that's connected to his suite.

I don't hear it anymore after he gets back in here.

"Dealer's coming or what?" I ask Steven, my high starting to get blowed from the fact that my wife is next door on her back for someone who isn't me.

I'd be jealous if I weren't numb to it by now.

"They're all tied up, man." Steven tells me and I groan, thinking for a second.

An idea comes to mind that makes me want to bang my head against the wall, but I'm desperate and left with no option at this point.

"I know a guy," I mumble, dragging myself up to the phone in the little kitchen area, reluctantly dialing a number I never wanted to dial again.

It rings once...twice...three times…

"Hello?" He answers and I roll my eyes.

"'Sup man, it's Nikki." I reply, trying to put on my best "friendly" voice, even though it's making my blood boil that the bastard I could see myself killing is ultimately the one that's gonna be able to save the day.

"Hey, dude." He replies.

"Me and a few buddies of mine are out here at the Franklin Plaza Suites and need a few things." I rub the back of my neck.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

It's quiet, and he reluctantly breathes out.

"I'll see what I can do." I can hear the satisfaction in his voice that I'm having to call him.

Within the next forty minutes there's more people here than I'm comfortable with, groupies, and hangerson, and other drug adoring morons, and then my saving grace comes through the door once Steven lets him in.

Slash is already slipping into a Jack induced stupor. Sally came in a few minutes ago screaming at all of us guys for leaving her at the Cat House.

We didn't even realize we'd forgotten her.

She's in the bathroom, probably keeping herself in there to keep from starting an argument with Slash in front of everyone.

Robbin's on the phone with Laurie.

Apparently it's just in men's nature to get fucked up, call our wives, and profess our undying love for them despite the fact we cheat on them nearly every time we hangout with our friends.

I wonder what would happen if I went in there on her and Duff right now.

What would she say?

Probably nothing.

She'd just look at the floor and try not to cry, probably.

What would I do?

I know that I know what's going on between them, but if I actually walked in and saw them together, caught in the act…

I'd either be a pussy and cry over it, or kill them both--him first and make her watch, and then just slowly torture her or something. God, I'm fucked up. Even though I'm pretty sure being married to me is torture enough to her.

I know it's torture to me, too.

"Here dude," Sparkie hands me a syringe and a spoon, and I look at him, too out of focus to concentrate on getting it right.

"Fix me." I say to him and he scoffs.

"Okay, dude." He starts getting it ready and I look at that wall again. Staring at it, taking a sip of my drink.

Fucking Vivian.

Of course. Her. Of all the women I've hooked up with and dated in my life, she--the most harmless, at least in my dumbfuck mind when I first met her--is the one to screw me over like this.

And I've let her.

If I did what Vince does to Sharise and have that whole, "no hanging out with your boy friends without me" rule, this wouldn't even be an issue.

That's the problem. Somewhere along the way I loosened her leash a little too much and now she's chewed her way through it entirely.

"You look like you're in hell, you know," Sparkie tells me, fixing the tourniquet around my arm… "But that's okay, you're about to be in heaven in just a few seconds." He assures me.

I know he's right. I just need to hang on to that.

In just a few seconds, I'll be--

I hear Vivian, again, and I reach around my neck and grab onto her cross I've been wearing for weeks, now, squeezing it at the sting of the needle going into my skin.

I feel him shoot me up, my mind waiting to chase and catch the high that I just know is about to come.

My fingers slip from the crucifix, and I feel myself fall back before a weightless feeling washes over me.

Present

I keep rereading the damn paper, repeatedly, trying my hardest not to throw a fit...

Nikki Sixx and his wife, Vivian, recently confirmed that she is indeed pregnant issuing a simple and straightforward,"Yes, it's true," statement earlier this week through Nikki's manager, and--as speculated--her pregnancy is not with Nikki. Many fans and some friends of the couple are blown out of the water by this sudden turn of events, others who are familiar with the rockstar and his band but never really paid much attention to his personal relationships, are now curious as to who exactly Vivian Sixx is. Well, in an open letter, rumored to be intended for print in Rolling Stone, a few anonymous former roadies of Mötley Crüe--who partook on their Girls, Girls, Girls, tour in 1987--are here to introduce who they saw behind the scenes of flashing cameras and public sweet moments with husband Nikki.

"This is a letter to Mötley Crüe fans, we're a mere handful of people out of the many who witnessed monstrosities behind the scenes while on tour with the Crüe since Summer of 1987, none of which were caused by the band or any members, themselves, but one woman in particular. We had no reason to really bring any of this up, but in light of recent news, we are disheartened and angered of the betrayal against one of the four men who gave us an opportunity to live several months in our lives that will forever impact us in the best way known, and provide heartwarming memories by the dozen. This is not an attack on Nikki Sixx, especially given his past struggles with opioid addiction, alcoholism, as well as his abusive wife. The first time we met Vivian, she was polite and friendly, but very assertive. It was obvious it would be her way or no way, and often times she and Nikki would go back and forth with who was running things. It was obvious Nikki was unwell at times, whether it'd be hungover, sick from withdrawal or simply tired from a show the night before. Vivian would choose these times when he was at his most exhausted to pick fights with him. He'd tell her to go away or 'f**k off,' and she'd continue to verbally and mentally beat him down more than he clearly already was. When Rolling Stone came to interview the band shortly after the wild rumor Vanity started publicly, we were told Vivian had tried to physically attack the reporter working on the story, simply because he made the comment that Pepsi wasn't good for her. Small things like that would often set her off, leaving security, managers, and band members to try to dodge fists while pulling her off of her unsuspecting victim, who was typically Nikki. Many times we'd hear them arguing in the hotel rooms, dressing rooms, bathrooms, tour bus, etc., usually followed by sounds of what we can only describe as 'pitchy, hungry, pornstar moans' on her part--clearly using her body to get back in his good graces after wearing him down. After their fights, Nikki would always have a bottle of alcohol on hand, some kind of drug, and would keep to himself. Our comradery with him soon began to dwindle with each month because it was obvious she was beginning to suck the life out of him. He was more introverted overtime, and higher more often than he was at the beginning of the tour. It really got bad when Guns N' Roses came on tour for a month, because Vivian's attacks on him and the other members of Mötley Crüe, began to pop off as randomly and explosively as fireworks. We'd witness some foul exchange (brought on by Vivian) between her and Nikki backstage, either verbal or physical, nearly every night. People can talk down on the Crüe for being bad boys, but they've shown everybody that's helped them on tour, gratitude. All the wives and girlfriends that would come on that we'd offer food and drinks to would always express gratitude with a smile and a warm heart, but Vivian would always stay silent and cold towards us. She's a trashy, bitchy, whiney, hateful, spiteful, conniving, plotting python that now has her cold-blooded grasp around not only Nikki's neck, but also Duff's. Her game is to find the most well rounded guys while maintaining under her guise that she's a kind, Christianly woman, and see how far she can push them until they work themselves to death, literally, with trying to please her. We aren't surprised that she's pregnant, she probably video taped herself conceiving the damn thing and sent it to Nikki. We hope she did so it can be practice for her inevitable low-budget porn career when she runs out of rockstars to f**k and kill, as we've mentioned, she already sounds like one in the throws of passion. Anyway, Nikki, we're hoping you decide to kick her aside and start fresh. Duff, get a paternity test, dude. Crüe fans, don't let that red-headed bitch fool you."

"Who the hell is Page Six to give these bastards a platform in the first place, Doc?!" I snap.

"Nikki, I am handling it, I'm on it--"

"--You tell the L.A. Times and Rolling fucking Stone if they take this shit and run with it, too, I'm personally coming to their offices and fucking them up. Not the publications themselves, but the people trying to put this out there in print, individually." I hiss.

"Nikki, just--"

"--And who the hell--what roadies did this?!"

"I don't know, Nikki, but I'm trying my hardest to get it cleaned up." He assures me.

"'She's a trashy, bitchy, whiney, hateful, spiteful, conniving, plotting python that now has her cold-blooded grasp around not only Nikki's neck, but also Duff's. Her game is to find the most well rounded guys while maintaining under her guise that she's a kind, Christianly woman, and see how far she can push them until they work themselves to death, literally, with trying to please her'?!" I read that snippet, just so he can be reminded how fucked this is, trying my hardest not to start pitching a fucking fit.

"Fucking AJaxx isn't even cleaning this up! Press mongrels are gonna be humping these bastards legs for giving them sales for the next nine months!" I outburst.

"Sixx, don't worry about it, alright? It won't go past this shitty Page Six story, okay?"

"It's fucking horse shit." I ignore him, trying to keep my cool. "Fuck." I kick at the leg of the table, running a hand through my hair.

"I guess one decently positive thing is that Viv doesn't know about this," he says next and I shake my head a little, feeling a migraine starting to come on, strong.

I was tempted then to check myself out of rehab and 'handle' it myself, but decided it wouldn't be worth it. I hoped it would go away and it would all blow over eventually.

"Vivian, don't listen to any of it, alright? Me and you and everyone on that tour know damn well it wasn't just you being a bitch and us being the innocent victims." I say through the phone as Viv tries to calm down, her breathing shaky and ragged from crying so much.

"I know that but the fans and other people don't know that." She says to me, her voice quiet and tired. "I'm so embarrassed, Nikki." She adds. "I'm already embarrassed that everybody knows I cheated on you but now this whole thing…" she trails off and I feel guilt tug at my heart.

I don't know what the fuck to say.

I'm used to criticism from the press, but none of them have tore into me or any of the guys--except Vince after the Razzle accident--so personally and extensively as they're tearing at her.

Calling me a devil worshipper and saying my music is shitty gets annoying and frustrating and even infuriating at times, but attacking my wife and calling her a low budget porn star and telling me to kick her aside?

Fuck that.

"I'm sorry, Viv. I really am." I assure her, honestly, closing my eyes when I hear her stifle a little sob out. "Where are you at right now?" I ask.

"Duff wanted me to meet his family." She tells me. "I'll be back Saturday."

I'm relieved she actually has a reason for not being here, but I'm also hurt that she didn't give me a heads up. But I don't want to talk about it right now. I think she's been punished enough today.

"Okay...you didn't show yesterday and I was just worried." I admit.

"I know, it was just a spur of the moment thing. He asked me last week and I didn't think it'd be an issue."

"Oh."

I glance around and let out a breath.

"I, um, I'm gonna go. I got a group thing with the guys at 3:00." I tell her.

"Okay."

"Are you gonna be okay or do I need to break out and kick someone's ass?" I ask her, half-joking, and she laughs, making me smile.

"I'll be okay." She tells me.

"I'll see you next week, Sixx."

I can practically hear the smile in her voice when she says, "see you next week."

We hang up and I rub my lips together, taking a few deep breaths before heading to where me and the guys meet with Amber three times a week now.

Tommy and Vince are waiting for me, and I plop down beside them, leaning forward, elbows on my knees, hands running over my face…

"Psst," Tommy nudges me and I look at him as Vince gets up to grab a cup of coffee.

"What?" I ask him, and he puts his finger over his mouth.

"You seen the shit they're on Vivian for?" He whispers and I furrow my brows, looking around.

"The room is empty except us, dude, why are you--"

"--Shh," he says.

"Why are you whispering?" I finish my sentence.

"Because they probably have this motherfucker bugged out the ass." He replies, glancing around again. "I'm thinking of breaking outta here, man." He whispers very, very quietly.

"You do know we're not being held here by legal obligation, right? They won't chase us down and have the cops on us if we just check ourselves out." I point out and he furrows his brows a little.

"Oh."

"Why do you wanna 'break out'?" I ask.

"I miss Heather and my dogs and I wanna be able to be there Viv, dude. She fucking needs us right now and we're, like, over an hour away--disconnected from shit. I mean we wouldn't even know what the fuck was going on in the world if Doc wasn't keeping us in the loop, ya know?"

I think about it for a second.

"We're over a month into our three month stay, dude." I state. "We can't just throw in the towel, now."

"I don't mean ditch it and stay gone. I just mean check out for a few days, go back home, see what all is going on and come back." He shrugs.

It seems oddly appealing.

Way too appealing, actually.

"I don't know, Tommy…" I rub the back of my neck.

"I already talked to Vince about it and he's down."

"Of course he is."

"And we wouldn't be doing it tomorrow or anything. I'm thinking next week."

"Does Doc know?" I ask.

"Fuck Doc." He scoffs.

"Agreed." I nod, chuckling.

"So, you in or not, man?"

"Just for a few days?"

"Just for a few days."

"Then we're all coming back in?"

"Like we never left to begin with."

"No drugs, no parties, not even alcohol."

"Just spending time with our families and then back to the grindstone." He states.

"...I'm in."

...You know when you're on a shitty diet, eating boring, tasteless, "healthy" food, and then decide you've been stuck to your diet long enough that you can have one slice of cake because you're disciplined enough to control yourself? And now, two years later, you're still telling yourself you'll get back on your diet because after that slice of cake you just said, "fuck it," and never thought about forcing yourself to eat lettuce again? Let's just say leaving rehab prematurely works the same damn way.

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lavieenrosabelle · 3 years

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[Desktop Setting]

I've been playing Breath of the Wild as a means of exploring and treasure hunting. ZeLink is probably one of the few ships I'm SUPER invested in. They're absolutely adorable together, I just can't imagine them not ending up together.

But for now, let's talk about this Rainmeter setup!

1. Visualizer - VisBubble by undefinist

One of my favorite things about this set-up is the Visualizer around the Lord of the Mountain. Luckily, VisBubble has ONE out of FOUR settings to choose from that gives this majestic horse a subtle, yet dynamic glow. The remaining choices feature different settings for stereo waves.

2. Music Player - Atome by DD-921

Atome's music player is just too beautiful to overlook. I'm personally not a fan of minimalist music players. However, the compact and responsive design of the Atome player would be great for any desktop setup. The scrubber is functional- but as you can see, it doesn't seem to respond to my Spotify application.

3. Quotes - MyQuotes by ninjaki8

This choice stands out as a clean and straightforward skin for quotes. Just enter your quote of choice through WordPad. No coding necessary! My only wish is to have the option to change the font! That's something I'll look into.

4. Upload and Download - SHADOW by DarkEagle2011

SHADOW has many other additional features that are good for tech/sport-themed desktops. The skin is a gorgeous burst of color with minimalist peripherals that don't distract the user from the system dock. I find the Upload and Download option to be of use when I'm uploading large files on Google Drive. For some reason, the site crashes on me when I try to upload crucial files.

5. Transparent Notes 2.0 by en-ryuu

Don't be fooled. Transparent Notes 2.0 isn't limited to the simple checklist I made there. While it's true that the space for the notes is rather small, this skin is one of the best note-taking choices for minimalists.

6. To-do List - SmartNotes by Tobilug

This to-do list stands out by deleting tasks you've finished. No unnecessary cross-outs or checks. If you don't see it, it's marked as done. Simple as that.

7. Everything Else- Sonder by MichaelPurses

Sonder is probably one of the most popular skins re-vamped for any setup. Can you blame it for being a crowd favorite? It has a clock and calendar that can be tweaked for a neon-themed desktop. Sonder also includes the responsive and interactive sets of buttons and weather widgets on the bottom right.

8. Wallpaper - サトリ山主様 by ALZi米

Need I say more? ALZi is one of the best ZeLink artists out there. Their work pretty much speaks for itself, so do give their Pixiv page a review. Short-haired Zelda is a testament to how excited this artist must be for Breath of the Wild two!

And that's it for this month's Desktop Setting. I'll see you next month for our new theme!

I figured Ivy by Taylor Swift (please do not copyright strike me, Queen Taylor) would be a great song to attach to this setup. I'll be making a separate post on WHY Zelda and Link would be great together, with Taylor Swift songs narrating their journey.

#lvrdesktop

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ghostxofxartemis · 3 years

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OC Interview - Alexandra Shepard

@theoriginalladya left an open blanket, this looks like fun so decided to do it!

Tagging: @mai-nonsense (for your Shepley couple since you asked for asks last night -which I'll send you some later, my dear!), @occorner (for Grant). @mallaidhsomo (did you do Eric? I'm sure he'll have a grand ol' blast with this 🤣) .

(I seriously need to get her commissioned)

name ➔ Alexandra Destiny Hope Shepard, aka: Alex... Nickname: Girly (Lauren gave me that nickname. I'm anything but girly)

are you single ➔ nope. Recently engaged, actually. Can't seem to get rid of this guy since high school *smiles mischievously at Jason*

*Looks at Ashley: "Dad still knows how to dance after you taught him for your wedding right?!"

*Ashley, snorting: "your father dance?"

*John: "Oh c'mon! I'm not that bad!"*

*Ashley: "you're right. You're terrible! Don't worry it'll be fine. *

are you happy ➔ Yes

are you angry ➔ not often. Dad taught me many breathing techniques to calm myself when getting angry. Comes with doing martial arts really.

are your parents still married ➔ yes, they are disgustingly adorable - puking rainbows kind of adorable.

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ Space. *laughs* I was born on The Normandy, mom wanted a homebirth, but dad got a last min urgent mission and had to turn the Normandy around, they were half way back to the Citadel. Mom's water broke in bed 24 hours before the mission, I was born 3 hours before they arrived at the designated location. Don't think dad got much sleep before hitting the ground.

hair colour ➔ Dark Brown almost black.

eye colour ➔ Blue

birthday ➔ April 15, 2188. Yeah, a lot of birthday parties goes on during that month.

mood ➔ Happy

gender ➔ Female

summer or winter ➔ you're joking right? Do you know how cold it gets during winter? Give me summer please

morning or afternoon ➔ morning, best time to get your workouts or a good sparring session in and be fresh for the day.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ Yes

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ He was so dorky, referencing Superman/Supergirl, when he first came to speak with me. I knew we'd end up together eventually. Only took 4 years and 4 relationships in between… So, I guess...yeah?

who ended your last relationship ➔ Me, guy tried to come on to me when we went out to the arcade. He almost ended up with a broken arm...oh dad was furious… at him not at me, just to clarify.

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ oops, my bad. Sorry not sorry.

are you afraid of commitments ➔ no.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yep.

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ is this a serious question? How the fuck do I know, it's a secret. People don't just come up to you and go "hi, I'm your secret admire".....*mumbles*....dumbass....

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ uh… you running out of things to ask aren't you?

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ both

lemonade or iced tea ➔ Coffee

cats or dogs ➔ I wanted to keep that goddamn Toad I caught when I was eight. Dad said no. But he's got fish and a space hamster… so...not...fair. The mech dog in the cargo hold is fun to play with.

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Both, made a lot of good friends at school, then basic.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ one usually leads to the other

day or night ➔ Night

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ have you seen how long of a drop the Citadel has? Where the fuck am I to go when in space?

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ No, maybe. I don't know.

wanted to disappear ➔ No.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Abs. Err... I mean both, all three. Shit. *hides behind hands*

shorter or taller ➔ Me or them? Me, shorter. Them; taller

intelligence or attractive ➔ Intelligence is sexy. It's a bonus if they're good looking. I got both. *winks at Jason*

hook-up or relationship ➔ relationship

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ Absolutely. Couldn't ask for better parents and little brother, though he can be a pain in the ass at times.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ no. It's not a normal life, both parents being Alliance and the only human Spectres, lived in space for most of it. But it's always been good. Full of unconditional love.

have you ever run away from home ➔ to run where? Space? I don't know about you, but I've been told it's not a pleasant experience getting spaced… I only know one person who survived to tell the tale. Though, technically he did die.. first.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ I don't think people want to deal with my father so they prefer not to kick me out when I accidentally get into bar fights? Hey, I didn't start it.

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ what kind of stupid question is this. If I hated them, they'd know and wouldn't be my friend anymore

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ yes. Otherwise they wouldn't be considered a friend

who is your best friend ➔ Lauren and Jason.

Lauren and I got into all kinds of trouble back at Grissom together. We'd stay awake all night building pillow forts in our room and read. Teachers finally caught on and put her in a different room.

#meme #mass effect #ghost's OC character #Alexandra Shepard #snarky like her mother #sometimes like her father #oc interview

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florenceandthemachine · 4 years

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@jacksonstilinskis I deleted your ask because I am a dumb lmao but if I recall correctly it was about stackson and photos right?? oy I have feels.

and I have feels because stackson is always feels but I digress. YES Jackson and his cute butt would be fucking Tumblr famous in like six days and it would start off as an accident.

have some really cute things after the mess that was my last reblog.

stiles would just be fucking around with his phone one day (probably in college, me thinks? sharing a terrible dorm together after Jackson divorces himself from his parents) after waking up one morning, looking over at the love of his life, and deciding he needed to see Jackson every day always. Jackson is sleepy and soft and the sunlight from the window behind him is giving him a full glow with his adorable hair and his ridiculously attractive face.

there’s even a little bit of chest hair showing, which stiles loves (getting Jackson to stop waxing was a fucking miracle of a chance—apparently Lydia had loved the smooth skin, and Jackson had just kept it up out of habit. Stiles was 100% here for not ripping out your hair, especially when Jackson told him it hurt even more as a fast-healing wolf) and his leg is stuck out, because even though Stiles does not doubt at all that “monsters under the bed” are real anymore, Jackson is confident he could take one on and apparently leaves his fucking leg out to tempt them all, because he is an asshole. an asshole that stiles is in love with.

and Stiles snaps the picture right as Jackson starts waking up, and saves it, and his heart melts every time he looks at his phone.

he decides to post it on a whim. he’s a member of a few online communities based on abuse survivors (of the human and paranormal), some LGBT support groups, that kind of things, and he’s definitely not well known, so he doesn’t think twice about it—he edits the photo a little, cropping out most of Jackson’s face because people are creepy online, and posts it with some caption like “u guys my boyfriend is so cute I love him so much I can’t even handle it send help” to his Tumblr and then goes about his merry way, turning his phone off before his next exam, expecting maybe three or four replies from his closer online friends.

needless to say when he turns his phone back on, he only has a moment to appreciate Jackson’s face as his wallpaper before his phone is literally bombarded with notifications. like, over a thousand in three hours. stiles had never had a thousand notes in the span of a month, let alone a day, and he’s initially nervous when he tells Jackson what he did (”I know it’s creepy but I cropped most of your face out except your cute sleepy smile but everyone loves it so much this was so weird I am so sorry for invading your privacy”).

Jackson, of course, loves it. sure, it might be a little bit weird to have his picture on the internet like that, but the fact that Stiles posted it makes up for it. he's fine with it, and tells stiles that much, just asks that they go over any future pictures together.

(of course, what he loves the most is that stiles posted it bragging about how cute his boyfriend was—not how hot, or how sexy, and he preens at that. at the same time, he realizes Stiles basically told everyone online that he knows that he loves Jackson, and he feels warm about that too.)

Stiles posts a few more pictures of Jackson, only sharing the candid shots he takes, no matter how badly Jackson wants to basically flood the internet with terrible photos of himself (stiles loves Jackson very much but Jackson has TERRIBLE taste in staging a photo. no one wants to see you supermanning on the beach, you ironic fuck). they're all VERY artsy. Jackson in soft lighting, Jackson’s body beneath a single sheet, Jackson bending over the counter as he brushes his teeth in a ratty pair of boxers.

He’s still amazed that each photo garners more and more notes, to the point where he actually has a decent sized following on his blog now—he would feel weird about it, but now when he signal boosts an abuse helpline or a coming out safety list, he’s actually reaching more people, and he can’t be mad about it.

what he CAN be mad about, though, is how badly Jackson wants to get a picture of Stiles on the internet. he fights it tooth and nail, going as far as hiding his head in his shirt whenever Jackson has his phone even moderately aimed in his direction. he’s not hot, okay? he knows it. it’s a wonder that Jackson finds him attractive. he doesn’t need the people of the internet to confirm that he is basically a troll dating an adonis.

Jackson, of course, gets around it, by being an asshole. he steals Stiles phone while he sleeps and snaps what he will later tell Stiles was a selfie, and posts it to his blog. there’s about a fifth of Jackson’s smiling face in the corner of the photo—stiles is front and fucking center, laying on his stomach in bed, on top of all of his sheets, superman pajama pants low on his hips, hair wild and pale, dotted skin on full display. Jackson captions it with “the photographer becomes the photographeee.” that’s it, no tags, no grabbing at validation, nothing.

stiles is almost mad about it when he sees the photo that is getting more notes than anything on his blog ever has. people are obviously blind if they’re telling him he is cuter than Jackson. Jackson is smug, so fucking smug.

one year after the first photo was uploaded, Jackson takes another photo (they've invested in some equipment—a tripod, a real camera, nothing fancy) of he and Stiles both in bed, bare chested, with Jackson’s left arm around Stiles as they spoon, matching rings catching the flash perfectly.

Stiles phone overheats and dies with the notifications that come in for nine days straight.

(also I can’t remember if you mentioned nudes or not, but stiles approaches the subject of tasteful nudity months into the photo experience, thinking along the lines of “posing like a live art drawing”. Jackson immediately posts a shower selfie, and Stiles lectures him for three hours about what constitutes a “tasteful nude” and what absolutely fucking does nOT. Jackson is laughing too hard to listen.)

#stackson #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #teen wolf #fluff #i love my gay son #and his gay boyfriend #flospeaks

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Familiar Faces, Connected Stories

So.... I am very late to posting it here XD sorry sorry, I kept forgetting, but its here! Finally we get to see the stinky trash man and slimey boi! Or at least partially

See with this part taking so long this part is going to be split into two CHAPTERS! Dont worry I made sure it left off at somewhere where it would make sense. Anyways @sugarglider9603, on with the show!

Ao3 link

Ao3 series link

Part 4 Part 5 (chapter 2)

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Summery: ' Virgil leaned back and stared curiously at his teammates, instinctively sliding a paw in front of his brothers, surprising the two. From their past prospective, Virgil always stayed back, uncomfortable with any form of pokemon battles. Yet here the youngest was, defending the two against pokemon he seemed to trust. Trust? Did he not?

The two Eevees shared a glace, one thing running in both their minds

was it possible to get their brother back? '

It's time we brought our good ol trash rat and slimey boi into the story

Well trash Eevee and.. ok Deceit is still a slimey boi but they're also here!

Chapter 1

Thomas stirred the boiling pot beneath a slowly darkening sky, making sure to watch the food so nothing burned. He wasn't the best at cooking, but he'd learned enough to make some food when stuck in the woods, and having a Logan helped quite a bit.

"Hey!" He stumbled a bit as Roman crashed into his leg, the Eevee chasing Patton around. Roman shook his head, chirped up a sorry before going back to the chase. Thomas shook his head fondly, returning his gaze to the cooking stand "be careful guys, Virgil keep an eye on them" Patton and Roman cried out at Thomas' distrust, but continued playing anyways as Virgil watched laying by the table.

After some time, Virgil occasionally snapping at Roman, Thomas was nearing down with the stew when crashing and yelps caught his attention. He whipped his head up just to see Roman and Virgil tangled together, the table fallen onto its side and the finished berry skewers astray across the ground. Patton ran over, sniffing as the two untangled themselves from each other. Thomas groaned.

"That's it! Patton, you're going to stay right next to me, Virgil and Roman, you're going out and getting us more berries" all three cried out as Logan shook his head from Thomas' shoulders.

"You two, don't even try. Virgil, I need you to keep an eye on Roman so he doesn't run off. And don't try me, I remember that giant pile of Oran berries you brought us" Virgil grumbled, hissing a bit at Roman before leading the way out of the clearing circle. Patton walked over, glumly laying down over Thomas feet. Thomas sighed, he could pick the table up later he supposed, focusing on the pot once again.

Not noticing the two pairs of eyes watching.

Eevee flicked his tail, the uniquely marked pokemon correctly predicting and stifling his brother's angry huff once again. Even with this action, he could understand his partner.

Because he was right there, right there! Their Eevee brother was walking away with another Eevee, telling the brown furred pokemon ('Roman' he believed) off for getting him mixed up in the other's mess. And then there was the trainer.

Eevee glared at the smiling human, stirring a large delicious smelling pot, two more Eevees laying on him. If it wasn't for their brother always being around the human or the other pokemon, they couldn't have gotten him back a while ago. Yet, they had learned their lesson after the chase, the marked Eevee stifling his own growl at the light gray Eevee laying at the trainer feet. If it wasn't for him especially, he remembered the day they almost got their smallest back.

"Please" his brother whined quietly "he's alone with just one of the Eevees, if he saw us he would help! Can't we just go get him now?" He shot a sympathetic look at the other Eevee, understanding his pain. The trash covered pokemon always had a bit of a stronger connection, not much but something more, as he was the one to find the small one in a dumpster. The other shuffled closer and he rapped a tail around his non blooded brother, keeping him close.

"No, you remember how strong, what was he called? Patton was, and you see how often they train. We wouldn't stand a chance" the other's ears lowered.

"I.. I just want him back" the other murmured, ducking his head into his fur, the cleaner of the pair giving a reassuring lick back.

The two jolted as they were brought back to reality, only realizing too late how loud they began to speak as a gray head poked through the bush they were hiding within.

The three Eevees stared at each other for only a moment before the marked Eevee leapt up, standing defensively between his friend and the pet, letting out a low growl. Its eyes merely blinked behind glasses before brightening.

"Oh! It's you!" Patton exclaimed, from the sound of it his tail swishing back and forth rapidly "whatcha doing here?" The tail swishing suddenly stopped as the shiny glared "you aren't here to try and steal Virgil away again, are you?"

The protective Eevee pushed the other behind him a bit, signaling to run, but the trash loving Eevee didn't budge. He sent a look back at the other, only to see the pokemon completely petrified. Oh right, last time they came in contact with Patton he knocked him out nearly immediately.

The shiny seemed to notice, blinking away the anger from his eyes "are you hungry? We wouldn't mind you joining us for dinner, if you wanted!"

And now the marked Eevee froze, yet in confusion. Did.. he just offer food to them? With a trainer no less? He was about to protest when his stomach betrayed him.

Patton perked as the marked Eevee used his tail to bring his brother forward, keeping him close ".. I guess free food would be a stupid thing to pass up" Patton giggled before his head dissapeared as he ran back to the trainer.

"Wait" the trashy Eevee stopped him, "What are you doing? We, we can't-" "I know, but" the smaller yet protective Eevee hesitated "we, we might be able to see him again" the other looked down. This could be their only safe chance, heck the moment they see him the trainer might run them off. The realization they may not be able to be with their youngest brother again hit both hard, but at least seeing him, whether forced to stay with the trainer or (somehow) happy with his place, at least they would know.

The non blooded brothers looked at each other one last time before nodding, making their way through the bush.

Thomas kept a half an eye on Patton as he turned off the camping stove set MJ gave him, walking over with Logan still laying over his shoulders and picking up the knocked over mini foldable table. He went to pick up the dirty berry skewers when a chirp behind him caught his attention.

"So, what were you looking at Pat-" Thomas stood and turned around, only for Logan to let out a deep grown from his shoulders and surprise from himself.

"So" Thomas smiled, crossing his arms "we meet again" the two Eevees moved cautiously into view, Patton leading. He remembered these Eevees from a couple of months ago, yet he didn't think he'd be followed.

Patton chirped happily, running up to Thomas and nodded to the skewers. Thomas raised an eyebrow "you.. want then to join us for dinner?" Pattom chirped again, rising up onto his hind legs and pawing up in an honestly adorable manner. Thomas smiled, petting Logan's head to calm his fur.

"Alright, if they help us clean this up, they can join" The two Eevees seemed surprised by the news, but after Thomas explained where to put them, they rushed forwards to help.

With their help everything finished up quite quickly, Thomas starting a fire once again for when Roman and Virgil returned back. Virgil.

The trainer was now sitting in a camping chair, Logan still giving him a look of 'how dare you let these hooligans near my son and husband again', but Thomas blatantly ignored him, instead focusing on poking at the fire as Patton and the dirt covered Eevee rolled around, they one with marks around it's eye lazily watched the fire a few feet away from Thomas. He stole some glances at the strangers but inevitably realized they would commit no harm.

Though something, something was bugging him.

He sighed, dropping the stick some inches from the fires edge and leaning back in his chair, all the Eevees halting in their action and looking to the trainer as he huffed.

"Sometimes, I hate language barriers" he muttered, causing four heads to tilt, making the trainer chuckle.

"Well, I know you two tried to steal Virgil from us, you probably know him from somewhere" he waved at the wild Eevees "the only thing I don't know is, well, why" Patton and Logan perked in interest, as if realizing they never thought to think of that.

At that moment, the bushes started to shake.

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Virgil slightly winced as he picked up a falling Pecha berry, placing the berry back onto the pile. Originally the two were pulling the giant leaf topped of berries together, but berries kept rolling off, and with Roman really being the one punished, Virgil got the easy job.

Roman stopped for breathing break, panting slightly "c'mon Bluk Berry, please switch?" In response Virgil grabbed a Bluk berry and tossed it at Roman's face when he wasn't looking, getting a sad and insulted hiss back "nope, you got me into this, you get to do the labor Princey" Roman dropped his ears glumly "calm down you Drama Vespiquen, we're literally almost back" the idiot he called his boyfriend perked up at that, grabbing the leaf's strong stem and pulling backwards.

Not long afterwards they reached their final obstacle, Virgil making his way to the front and pulled the branches off to the side to make a clear path. As Roman dragged it through the same damn Pecha berry was knocked off the top, bouncing down to the ground. The dark furred Eevee huffed at it, letting the starter pass through before paddling forward and picking it up. No way he was going to leave a Pecha behind again.

He sighed, turning around and ducking his head, his slightly longer ears straight (or as straight as possible) back as he pushed through the bush. Seriously, why did they pick this way to come back as well, they could have moved anywhere and they came back the difficult route. He pushed his way through, his body escaping the bush only to bump right into the berry pile. Honestly it was a miracle nothing fell.

He placed the Pecha berry down, making his way around the pile "Roman, what the fu-" he stopped dead.

Roman stood in a defensive position, low growls escaping his throat. Patton perked up by a newly set fire, Logan glancing over from Thomas' lap. And then..

It couldn't be

He brushed against Roman, eyes wide as two pokemon he thought he would never see again stared back. Puzzle pieces he accidentally lost, ones he looked for for so long before accepting defeat.

One stepped forward, the stink from his fur not pleasant, but it wasn't horrible. It felt familiar in fact. The Eevee took a deep breath, before

"hey Little Trash" the Eevee smiled, surprisingly still in one place "did you miss us?"

The answer was given with Virgil tackling said sticky Eevee, purrs rolling out like a thunderstorm "its you!"

His brother laughed, quickly switching back to his chaotic playful nature and snapped up at the smaller, rolling them around.

"Hey! What about me?" The two tumbled apart, Virgil nearly bouncing up and, without noticing the completely confused gazes coming from Thomas, Logan, Roman, and Patton, bolted strait into the strangely marked Eevee, cuddling deep into the parental and brotherly figure, breathing in the long lost familiar scent. The trashy Eevee crashed into the pair, thankfully not knocking them over, joining the three Eevees into a long lost family hug.

It was something Virgil missed, the two scents were like a comfortable blanket, rapping around himself leaving all his worries outside. He didn't want to confront Thomas or the other, he didn't want to know if they would stay or not, Virgil just wanted to be here with them, and unbelievable, he was. He finally found half of his family he lost, he wouldn't lose them again.

Unfortunately though, time still existed, a attention grabbing cough came from Thomas crashing reality back down on the trio, the crackling of fire, the wind blowing through the trees

and the low growls coming from two of the other Eevees.

Virgil leaned back and stared curiously at his teammates, instinctively sliding a paw in front of his brothers, surprising the two. From their past prospective, Virgil always stayed back, uncomfortable with any form of pokemon battles. Yet here the youngest was, defending the two against pokemon he seemed to trust. Trust? Did he not?

The two Eevees shared a glace, one thing running in both their minds

was it possible to get their brother back?

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