takes his son with him to visit hospitals

This is my traumatic birth story and I don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable so pls don’t read if you are sensitive to this stuff but I had to get it out thanks to Yukimura. 

I know no one probably cares or will read this but, man…Yukimura’s life story and current Divine Bride Epilogue really hits home for me personally. I just need to get this out for myself. And my own feelings. 

I knew from early on in my pregnancy that I would have trouble giving birth. I just had this feeling, I can’t explain it. I LOST weight during pregnancy, though my doc said “You’re my star patient! So healthy!” I couldn’t eat. I was thinning out like crazy except for my tummy and felt weak. I ate, MAYBE, a single piece of toast a day and I would probably puke that up. I wish I was exaggerating.  

I know we don’t always know…but I knew. I kept asking my OBGYN questions, “can you do an extra ultrasound” “what about a C-Section? Should I have one?” etc but she would not listen. Always brushed it off. “You won’t have a C-Section it’s very rare.” Because I was thin…I was “healthy.” *rolls eyes* 

When it came time to actually give birth it was terrible. No matter who you are, the pain is terrible. That aside, it took me close to 30 hours, with no sleep, because every few moments I had to keep switching positions because my sons heart rate would drop and the nurses were rushing in to move me into a new position. 

Bless the nurses, by the way. I remember each and every one of them, as they switched shifts. They held my hand, they talked to me and joked with me. When I got a personal card from my favorite one I broke out crying at home. Anyway…

It was a terrible process. When it came “time” to push, it just wasn’t happening. It is mostly a blur but I believe I pushed for 3 hours. 3. Fucking. Hours. ( again, my labor was over 30 hours) I cried. I wanted a fully natural birth but that had slipped from my hands a long time ago. My husband was next to me encouraging me every step of the way. They used the vacuum on my son in a desperate attempt but it only caused more damage. 

Finally, the delivering doctor admitted we were in danger. There was no other option but an emergency C-Section. In a matter of minutes we were whisked away to the operating room. I remember the fear I felt, when they asked my husband to wait outside while they prepped me in the OR. (I have been in the medical field personally and been interested in it since I was very young, wanting to be a doctor and my mother ran a clinic. I did sports medicine for years and i KNOW THE SMELL OF BETADINE.)  I felt so alone and terrified. 

When they finally cut me and began operating I could feel it. I guess they didn’t give me enough drugs but I looked to the anesthesiologist and said “I can feel  their hands digging inside me” (LOL it hurt but whatever I could deal with it) and he upped my dosage. 

They let me see my son for a moment. Less than 5 seconds…..just a glimpse of his blue face….before they took him away from me. I didn’t even get to hold him…Just a flash of his face. My husband and I will never forget the sound of his first cry and that was the greatest sound in the world! 

No one would tell me what was going on. 

“He needs some extra help so we are taking him to the NNICU” 

That was all I got. All WE got. No one would talk to me. No one would tell me what was going on with my baby. 

I got an infection and stayed a week longer in the hospital than was normal, but I don’t care because I got to visit my son in the NNICU. He was in there the whole time, hooked up to many wires and tubes…his little feet were full of poke wounds from getting his blood. I don’t want to go too much into it…

Taking him home was the greatest day of my life. 

And now, he is a healthy and happy boy who LOVES animals of ANY kind, cars, and snuggles. 

I am alive. 

The doctor told me, in the hospital, that he was just TOO large for me. I am small and he was a very large baby. “He got stuck. We got him out to his shoulders and that’s all we could do…there was no other way we could pull him out, he would not fit.” 

He explained to me, that had they not done the emergency C..we both would have died. BOTH of us…And extremely sobering thought. 

My regular OBGYN was not ‘on-call’ during my delivery. Even so. She admitted to me “had we done a 3rd trimester ultrasound I would have seen how much larger he was than what your small frame could handle (:” 



Gosh, this got long. But either way, it still hits home. Every day I thank my lucky stars that I was born in a time that modern medicine could save us both. I don’t blame Yukimura for being cautious. You should be. Birth is NOT an easy and beautiful process and anyone that has birthed a child will agree. It is SCARY. 

Reading things like that just makes me so grateful. I know we all strive for natural…but I am forever in the debt of the people that helped me along the way and kept me and my son alive. 

I could post pictures of my son hooked up in the NNICU but I have posted pics of him before on my popular blog and been paranoid so I wont. And don’t even get me started on PPD because I felt so terrible not being able to properly give birth. 

Anyway, as much as voltage upsets me sometimes with its bullshit on ‘rape’ etc…I am extremely grateful to have a character that can relate to a rough birth. I would NEVER want my son to feel bad for me passing and him living. EVER. I will give my life a million times over for my child. Hands down. And also seeing my husband being so aware of the dangers at the time and worrying about it made me cry. 

Bless this. Bless this event. I know it is more rare than anything but I am thankful that they gave me a backstory I can connect with. I can’t explain how hard this is to cope with as a mom and I know if Yuki was my son I would just want him to know that he is the only thing that mattered to me. 

And again If he was my husband. I don’t care if I die, though it IS scary, of course. I do my part for my family, I know the risks, and I want them to both live a happy life and smile. 

Not Ready

Marinette is pregnant.  It was an accident, a late night at a club where she got drunk and went home with someone, but it’s still there.  She’s pregnant.  At least according to the seventeen pregnancy tests she took.  Alya’s away, and Hawkmoth seems to be on vacation, so she’s not able to talk to anyone until after she’s been to the doctor to confirm it.

She’s pregnant.

So she goes to patrol that night, the first patrol with Chat since she took the tests, and cries on him for a while.  She’s not getting an abortion–she’s pro-choice, but can’t do it herself–and she still has to talk to the father.

But Chat’s there.  He comforts her, says he’ll be there for her whether the father is or not.  He lets her cry on his shoulder for hours, and patrol never actually gets done.  They decide to meet up tomorrow night, even though it’s not a patrol night, so they can talk after Marinette talks to the father.

Which doesn’t go well.  Actually, that’s an understatement.  The father is furious at her for being pregnant, wants her to get an abortion, and wants nothing to do with the baby if she has it.

So Marinette leaves in tears, and skips her classes that afternoon and goes immediately to their patrol spot to just sit and cry for hours, waiting for Chat.

Chat left an hour early for patrol, barely having allowed himself to wait that long, and finds Ladybug already on the roof.  She tells him about how it went with the father and starts crying all over again.

“I’ll be it’s father.”


“A baby needs a father.  Mine was never around, and I know that’s messed me up.  So I can be this baby’s father.  I mean, if you want.”

“I…I’d like that.”

So they sit there for hours until Ladybug’s tears subside, holding onto each other.  When they decide it’s time to leave, Ladybug suggests they reveal their identities because “I am not going to the doctor as Ladybug, and I am not having Chat Noir take me there.”

So they reveal themselves, and are freaking happy that they are Adrien and Marinette, because that makes introducing themselves to their friends much easier.

The next morning, Adrien is sleep deprived and freaking out because he spent all night on the internet looking up everything about babies and pregnancy and “should I propose, Plagg?  Do you think she’ll expect me to?  What do babies eat?  Oh god, what if there’s more than one baby?”

(he’s also spent an insane amount of money on baby clothes and stuffed animals)

So when Nino calls to ask why he’s late for lunch, you really can’t blame him for blurting out:

“I’m not ready to be a father!”


“I’m not ready, Nino!  What if I’m as terrible a father as mine?  What if I kill it?  What if it hates me?  What if–”



“A father?”

“Yes!  I’m not ready!”

“…who did you get pregnant?”

(you also can’t blame him for hanging up and not going to lunch after all because Marinette didn’t want to tell anyone yet and he almost blew it with the first person he talked to)

They tell their friends a few weeks later, saying that Adrien and Marinette got drunk and hooked up one night, and no they’re not together but they’re both going to be in this baby’s life.

Alya and Nino are thrilled and decide that they are going to be godparents and Alya announces it on the Ladyblog (Marinette and Adrien laugh later about how relevant a post that really was).

The pregnancy goes well.  Adrien does not, in fact, propose, though he does discuss it with Marinette, who decides that maybe in the future, but only if they actually have a relationship together.  They get an apartment together, and Marinette has to hide Adrien’s credit cards because he’s a stress shopper and “we really don’t need six cribs.  You need to send some of them back.”

Ladybug disappears around sometime around the third month, Chat Noir fighting akumas on his own and bringing her the butterflies after for purification.  Chat Noir assures the public that Ladybug is safe and sound, and that she’s only disappeared because there will be a new little bug in a few months, and, no, he will not comment on whether or not this bug is also a kitten.

(Alya freaks out because “Marinette, your baby will be the same age as Ladybugs!  They’ll go to school together!”)

Adrien freaks out at every ultrasound, crying and squeezing Marinette’s hand.  He buys her whatever food she’s craving, and sometimes Chat Noir will be found begging at the door of a closing shop because “Ladybug needs pickles and chocolate fudge can you please stay open just another minute?” and because these stores will usually let Chat Noir in but not Adrien.

(Chat Noir also can’t go more than half a block without people giving him baby supplies.  Sometimes he has to refuse because “Ladybug would not be happy if I came home with a seventh crib.”)

(This leads to the rumours that Ladybug and Chat Noir are having sextuplets, which Marinette finds hilarious.)

(Adrien is just relieved that these rumours aren’t true because one baby is stressful enough and it hasn’t even come yet.)

It’s around five months when Chat Noir almost dies in an akuma attack.  Marinette watches on TV and begs Tikki to let her transform to help, but it would be too dangerous for the baby, so all she can do is watch and cry.  Chat stumbles in the window a while later, barely conscious and bleeding all over the floor.  Ladybug cleanses the akuma and it heals Chat, and they both release their transformations as Marinette throws herself at him, crying.

“I almost lost you.  You have to be more careful, Chat.  I can’t lose you.”

Neither of them notice, at first, that she kisses him.  It seems natural.  He almost died.  She was upset.  So of course she’d kiss him.

Of course, they do notice, and both make things awkward for a few hours before they decide that maybe they should try this for real.

The baby comes a few days early, and Adrien was at a shoot on the other side of Paris when he got the call from Nino.  It would take hours to get there, hours he doesn’t have because Marinette is in labour and he isn’t there and he is seriously stressing out.

So he ducks into an alley and transforms and races across the rooftops.

When he reaches the hospital, the nurses and patients in the waiting give him weird looks but he ignores them because he has to find Marinette.

He barges into Marinette’s room with a “Marinette!  I’m here!” and doesn’t know why everyone turns to stare.

Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng glance between their daughter and the man who barged in, squinting and trying to put the pieces together.

The nurse who had been checking on a machine drops her clipboard.

Nino narrows his eyes and closes the book he had been trying to distract himself with, rising in a defensive stance.

Alya takes a picture.

And Marinette?  Marinette bursts into hysterical laughter.

“You’re an idiot.”

“What?  I got here as fast as I could.  The shoot was on the other side of town.  I–”

“Adrien.  You’re in costume.”

He looks down at himself and groans because he knew he forgot something when he jumped off the roof.  He releases the transformation and goes to the bed, deciding to pretend like it never happened and asking Marinette how she’s doing.

“That means you’re Ladybug,” Alya says, not going along with Adrien’s plan to ignore his mistake.  “Right?  Because Chat Noir hasn’t said that Ladybug’s baby is his, but he also hasn’t been subtle about the baby being his.”

“Can we talk about this later?” Marinette groans out as a contraction hits.  “Preferably when I don’t have a baby trying to rip its way out of me.”

“Fine,” Alya agrees.  “As long as I get an exclusive about Chat Noir and Ladybug’s baby.”

Hugo Michel Dupain-Cheng-Agreste came into the world a few hours later, by which point all of Paris knew Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities (becuase Chat Noir running through a hospital screaming for Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not very subtle, and it was common knowledge that Marinette was having a baby with supermodel Adrien Agreste, so Chat Noir’s own identity wasn’t a stretch) and the section of the hospital has to be cornered off to keep out the cameras and the fans.

Gabriel Agreste comes to see them later in the day, to visit his grandson.  He takes his son aside before he leaves, apologizing for being such a horrible father.

“I’ll be better to him, if you’ll let me be in his life.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

But Gabriel doesn’t answer, instead handing a small brown box to his son.

“I am so sorry.  I can’t do this anymore, not when it means hurting my family.  I hope you can forgive me, and that you’ll listen to my explanation one day, but I understand if you won’t.  You don’t have to worry about this anymore.”

And with that, Gabriel was gone, leaving Adrien alone and confused in the hallway of the hospital.  He looked down at the box again, it was so familiar but he couldn’t figure out why.  Slowly, he opened it.  Inside sat a purple butterfly broach.

It’s a few months later before Ladybug and Chat Noir make an appearance again, chasing each other across the rooftops and laughing, stopping in alcoves to kiss.

The papers the next morning feature this:  Ladybug with her arms around Chat’s neck, beaming as he kisses her cheek.  A green sling around Chat’s body, one of his arms holding it to his chest, the other around Ladybug’s waist.  And a baby, tucked in the sling, a little head with cat ears sticking out.

All of Paris turned up a year later to the long awaited wedding between Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.


authenticalyn  asked:

Okay so I saw your headcanon post for Dad Might and Baby Izuku and I just? Really?? Really??? Love it???? Like omyghad that is so cute do you have more? (And maybe with the others too esp Todoroki and Kaminari coz why not)





Midoriya Izuku was injured once again after he dove into the fray to protect his classmate from an incoming attack and that was the third time this week that it had happened. 

It was then that All Might decided that he was going to reprimand Izuku. 

The boy would always take such reckless actions getting injured on almost a daily basis! Don’t get him wrong All Might appreciated the boy’s concern for other people’s safety rather he was really proud of him! After all a hero always puts their life on the line, but after having to visit his son- disciple! he meant disciple on a hospital bed for the third time this week All Might decided that that’s too much putting your life on the line for a one week. 

He wonders if even his recklessness was passed on to the boy along with One for All then heaves a sigh. 

All Might was on his way to the room where Izuku was currently residing in making sure that no one was around before sliding the door open. He found the boy all wrapped up in bandages particularly his left arm. 

‘So this time it was his left arm…’ All Might says to himself with a grimace.


The boy’s voice resounded in the room with his eyes literally twinkling like the stars in the sky while wearing a smile that beamed like a thousand suns. 

Cue All Might’s earlier determination faltering.

‘YOU ARE GOING TO REPRIMAND THE BOY. YOU HAVE TO.’ All Might internally reminded himself.

All Might walked closer to the beaming boy while trying to find his earlier conviction. He took a deep breath before he began.


All Might still had something to say but one look at the boy’s crestfallen expression brought him to a screeching halt.

“S-Sorry All Might! I guess I’m really just no good, always causing others to worry for me…” Midoriya said accompanied with an empty laugh.

The boy looked like he was about to cry and All Might felt like he kicked a puppy and he felt absolutely horrible.


Alarm bells were going off inside of All Might’s head. Seeing that expression on the boy had hurt more than that devastating injury that he gained a few years back and he knew he had to find a remedy to the situation that he put himself in.



“YOU WILL CERTAINLY MAKE A FINE HERO!” All Might said with all the confidence of the world.

The boy looked at him in awe before smiling a smile that could light up the whole world in a heartbeat and All Might decided that anyone who even tried to take this ball of sunshine’s smile away would have to answer to HIM…even though he was the culprit this time.

All Might deflated into his true form and placed his hand on top of the boy’s head ruffling his hair.

“Just take care of yourself more my son.”


It took approximately 1 millisecond for both parties to realize what they had just said before blowing up into different shades of red and the room filling up with Midoriya’s wails of embarrassment and apologies.



- Izuku likes to bake so one day he made cupcakes for everyone to show his thanks for being friends with him and each cupcake had their faces carefully crafted as the toppers but for Kaminari there was an extra topper on the side which was pikachu and Izuku bashfully explained that it was because he had reminded him of pikachu and he hoped that he wasn’t offended. Needless to say that Kaminari short-circuited even without having to use his quirk because of the cute. Everyone wondered what they did to deserve such an angel. Izuku made a huge cake for All Might’s birthday that he spent hours working on. All Might ate the whole cake while crying bECAUSE WTH PRECIOUS SON I CANT EVEN HE PRESERVED THE CAKE TOPPER THOUGH. 

- It has come to the attention of the villains that All Might has a particular student that he is particularly taken to and they thought they could use him as a hostage to gain the upper hand against All Might. KEY WORD THOUGHT too bad they didn’t know about the DEKU PROTECTION SQUAD HAHAHA and when All Might found out about that plot let’s just say that the symbol of peace could be really scary at times. 


- Dad Might knows that baby Izuku likes bunnies so when baby Izuku is scared or crying Dad Might deflates to his true form and holds his bangs up together to make it look like bunny ears and Izuku immediately brightens up and hugs Dad Might. (Dad Might internally swears that he’ll DETROIT SMASH whoever makes his son cry)

- Dad Might sees baby Izuku going into his bathroom and follows him in curious only to find that baby Izuku used his gel to try to gel up his bangs and was trying to copy his laugh in the mirror. NEEDLESS TO SAY THAT DAD MIGHT TAKES A LOT OF PHOTOS

- The moment Dad Might comes home from work Izuku zooms to the doorstep excitedly jumping up and down while happily exclaiming “PAPA!” Dad Might picks him up and smothers the small child in a hug.

- Baby Izuku sees that Dad Might always makes this drink in the morning (coffee) so he tries to make it for Dad Might and gives it to him proudly when he does. Dad Might thought it was so cute and downs the whole cup with a smile and praises his son even though the mix was terribly bitter. Izuku exclaims a loud “YAY PAPA LIKED IT” in accomplishment jumping up and down. Dad Might doesn’t mind downing another cup just to see his son happy.


More notes for my Vampire!AU KHR fic. This is the first time I actually have pre-fic notes for any of my fics. It feels weird. It’s a new experience.

Continuing on from here.

  • Tsuna spends most of his time ignoring/avoiding Reborn, but they do live together now so it’s inevitable that they start spending some time together. In a rare turn of events, Reborn’s the one unsettled/annoyed by Tsuna while Tsuna’s the indulgent one silently laughing at Reborn’s efforts to ‘force’ him into running laps (when he can already run any human into the ground if he wants to) or signing up for online college classes (Tsuna compromises by taking a few math and science courses because they’re his worse subjects and he was always going to go back and muddle his way through, though perhaps later on in his very long life) or going out to find a temporary respectable job/socialize because he needs to find Guardians/Family members (which doesn’t work at all because Tsuna has no desire for coven so early on in his life).
  • Reborn tries to follow/track Tsuna whenever his charge disappears during the day but Tsuna is always irritatingly capable of giving him the slip, and Reborn decides that when he sees Iemitsu again, he’s going to shoot that useless sack of crap in the face for giving him such worthless information on his own son.
  • Tsuna of course needs to slip away to feed, and his contact/acquaintance/person-whom-he-takes-occasional-tea-with who runs his own private security firm points him towards ‘criminal herbivores’ to drain before disposing of the bodies for him. It’s a win-win since even Hibari Kyouya and his people can’t be everywhere at once, and the ones that get away are the ones Tsuna gets to hunt down. Sometimes, with the worst criminals that escape from prison, Hibari comes along on Tsuna’s hunts, beats them up himself, and then lets Tsuna at them for the final kill. Then Hibari calls in a cleanup crew before he and Tsuna goes for lunch/dinner (Hibari’s lunch/dinner anyway; Tsuna’s already eaten). It’s a strange relationship but it works for them.
  • After that, they part ways, Hibari back to work, Tsuna whatever he wants, though he usually takes some time to drop by Takesushi to share a friendly word with Tsuyoshi, whose son Tsuna saved way back in high school from certain death by catching him just before he hit the ground after jumping off the roof, but not before he cracked his head against one of the window ledges on the way down, putting him in a coma ever since.
  • Tsuna’s the only one besides Tsuyoshi who still regularly goes to the hospital to visit Yamamoto, though he doesn’t stick around for too long; the blood permeating the entire building tests his control more than he likes, less and less as he grows older but Tsuna doesn’t want to risk it, and he always makes sure he’s full before going.
  • Sometimes, Tsuna thinks Tsuyoshi knows something or at least suspects because the man gives him thoughtful looks on occasion, but he’s never pressed, and Tsuna doesn’t know how to bring up ‘vampires are a thing and I’d be willing to give your son the Bite and see if he survives to become a vampire if you want’ because that’s not exactly something you bring up in everyday conversation, and Yamamoto - who wanted to die before he ever really lived - might not want it.
  • But Tsuyoshi doesn’t ask, and Tsuna stays silent, and Yamamoto remains in a coma year after year.
  • Tsuna also buys a private studio across the city as soon as the whole Vongola issue invaded his life, which is a good thing because he’s pretty sure Reborn wouldn’t let him draw/paint in peace if he brought his work home, so that’s where he goes when he wants to paint and rake in some more cash.
  • Reborn finally manages to catch up with Tsuna during one of his dinners with Hibari, and he knows by then that spying from afar would be better than asserting his presence and flinging around demands.
  • He gives up on following Tsuna around for a while, and instead follows Hibari around, and while Hibari’s instincts are frighteningly good in their own right, Reborn is relieved to find that they’re nowhere near as good as Tsuna’s.
  • Reborn soon decides that Hibari would make a decent Cloud Guardian - strong, aloof, but already with a seemingly respectful and almost friendly bond with Tsuna.
  • So he brings it up with his student-who-infuriatingly-enough-can’t-really-be-called-his-student-at-this-point during one of the few times Tsuna is around long enough for a conversation, asking Tsuna how they met, how long they’ve known each other, etc, and if he could at least consider Hibari for a potential Family member should Tsuna hypothetically become Vongola Decimo.
  • Tsuna just shrugs and says Hibari will do whatever he wants.  That they met in high school, and they’re not quite friends, but that Tsuna’s one of the handful of people that Hibari can stand to be around which is why they sometimes hang out together.
  • What Tsuna doesn’t say is that Tsuna interfered in a fight that would’ve ended with Hibari’s death if Tsuna hadn’t cut in because the (at the time) prefect had gotten in over his head in a turf war between several gangs, and the (then) teenager was strong but he wasn’t that strong yet, and no one’s ever been good enough or brave enough to stick around to make sure Hibari doesn’t go overboard in his ‘biting people to death’ gig.
  • Tsuna saved him but he had to reveal what he was in the process, and while Hibari had been angry that he had had to be saved at all, he was mostly angry at himself for not being strong enough, and in return for Tsuna’s help, Hibari has never breathed a word about Tsuna’s vampirism.
  • Of course, Hibari being Hibari, he did demand spars, and that was pretty much how they ‘became friends’.

“I would want to guard Namimori for as long as I can,” Hibari once brings up shortly after he graduates from high school.

“Not everyone survives the Bite,” Tsuna warns because they knew each other well enough by that point for Tsuna to read what Hibari isn’t saying. “It’s always fifty-fifty. And you’ll have to give up human stuff, like human food, and aging. Born vampires stop aging sometime in their late twenties to early forties. Turned vampires stop aging when they’re turned. And you’d have to have even better self-control. And there aren’t many humans who will ever be able to hurt you again, but there are human vampire hunters out there, as well as other vampires who might attack you, and other supernatural creatures too. Supernatural creatures who fight against supernatural creatures, just like how there are humans who fight against humans. Just because you get an upgrade if the Bite takes doesn’t mean you’ll be the strongest thing around.”

Hibari’s eyes gleam, and because Hibari Kyouya has always known exactly what he wants from his life, he deigns to ask, “I want it. Would you turn me?”

And Tsuna thinks he would because Hibari is better these days about where to draw the line and stop. Tsuna being a vampire means that he doesn’t care that much about killing, especially since he has to kill whenever he needs to feed, but he always picks the rapists and serial killers instead of just petty thieves or minor yakuza, and unfortunately (or fortunately) on their planet, there’s never a shortage of those types of criminals.

“Technically, that would make you part of my coven,” Tsuna says carefully. “But I don’t have one yet, and I’m not looking to make one now or even in the next several years. Maybe a decade or two from now though, who knows? And anyone I turned would have to stick to either animal blood or criminals only.”

“Obviously,” Hibari scoffs at that because he knows Tsuna as well as Tsuna knows him, not to mention Hibari has always followed his own iron-clad rules about keeping order, right up until he lost himself to bloodlust (very strong for a human too, Tsuna has to admit, which might actually mean that Hibari is already learning enough control for when he becomes a vampire because some people are just suited for that life; Hibari just might take to vampirism like a fish to water).

“But,” Tsuna adds. “If you become a vampire, and once I make sure you settle into that sort of life okay, if you wanted, you could go off on your own too. I wouldn’t keep you in my coven if you didn’t want to stay.”

He gets a narrow-eyed sideways look for that but all Hibari does is nod, down the last of his tea, say decidedly, “I’ll take the Bite when I turn thirty,” and then get up to return to his patrols.

And just like that, a promise is made that day, though Hibari never did tell Tsuna whether or not he’d remain in Tsuna’s coven when the time came. Not yet anyway.

  • And… that’s all I have so far.
Inner Darkness

Title: Inner Darkness

Genre: Angst/Dark themes/uncomfortable situations 

Rating: T+

Pairings: One sided-Hidashi (nothing sexual, just some hugging and such)

Summery: It grew with his age, a darkness he harbored in his chest since the day Hiro was born.  He just never realized how much it had grown until it was too late. 

Warning(s): Angst. Dark themes. Yandere!Tadashi, mentions of gore

Keep reading

Thinking About You, As If I Lost You

Relationship: Ian/Mickey

Summary: Mickey gets a call to go visit Ian in the hospital, alone.

Rating: Teen

Notes: Oooof, sorry about this one. Not gonna lie, it’s not a fun one.

Usually when Ian’s doctor called a family meeting Fiona drove the whole group of them. Mickey, Liam, Debbie, and Carl piled into the station wagon and tried not to work each other into a lather before they got there. Nine times out of ten it didn’t work out, with Mickey and Fiona usually at each other’s throats by the time they parked. One time it even ended with Mickey getting out a mile before the hospital and walking there. In contrast, the rides home were almost exclusively silent. Liam slept and the rest of them were alone with their thoughts.

But this time the doctor called Mickey and asked him to come in by himself the following day. Mickey finally understood what people meant when they talked about riding a roller coaster of emotions.

For the rest of the afternoon and all night when he couldn’t sleep, Mickey went back and forth between feeling high that maybe Ian only wanted to see him or so low thinking that it had to be bad news.

The next morning on maybe an hour’s sleep, Mickey got the bad news from Svetlana that he’d have to take Yevgeny with him. He was too exhausted to fight with her, simply packing the baby into his car seat and carrying the unwieldy thing to the bus stop. As soon as they were seated, both Mickey and Yevgeny passed out immediately. 

An hour later, Mickey woke abruptly to the sound of Yevgeny crying. The other passengers glared at him until he was able to quiet his son with a bottle of formula. One middle-aged guy continued to stare at Mickey with obvious disdain, but Mickey refused to engage. As badly as he wanted to punch the guy’s face bloody, he didn’t dare do anything that would jeopardize his visit with Ian.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Mickey was irritated that he had to take the time to change Yevgeny’s diaper before their meeting. The kid squirmed and cried, which was relatively rare and did nothing to calm Mickey’s nerves. He couldn’t bring himself to make any soothing noises, not trusting that he wouldn’t just scream or start to cry himself. His nerves were shattered. But thankfully once he was changed and redressed, Yevgeny returned to his normal, quiet self. Mickey thanked whatever fucking god had decided he would have the most abnormally calm child on the planet instead of the hellion he probably deserved.

Even though he was exactly on time, a few minutes early in fact, Mickey had to sit in the waiting room for a while. He’d been so scattered that morning he’d forgotten to charge his phone, so he had nothing to distract him except for Yevgeny. Just as he reached the point where he was going so out of his mind he was ready to take Yevgeny out of his seat just to have something to do, the doctor poked her head out and called his name.

They walked down a narrow hallway and into the now-familiar office. The doctor motioned for Mickey to have a seat. Mickey was surprised Ian wasn’t already there.

“How are you doing, Mickey?” the doctor, whose nameplate read Kadorian, a name Mickey could never remember, asked. She barely looked up from her papers, so Mickey couldn’t tell if he was supposed to answer or she was just being polite. When he said nothing she finally made eye contact. “Sorry, a little busy today. Are you okay, Mickey?”

“Fine,” he said. He wasn’t fine, he was fucking exhausted and more stressed out than he could remember being. And her constantly saying his name whenever she spoke to him always irritated him. Like she was trying to prove that she knew who she was talking to. Like it mattered at all to Mickey. He wanted her to know Ian's name, that was all he cared about. “Is Ian okay?”

She smiled. “Ian’s doing well. We can’t get too excited yet, but he seems to be responding well to his new medication. And he’s participating more in group therapy, which we’re all very happy about.”

Mickey pulled his upper lip into his mouth with his teeth. If everything was good, why was he here?

Dr. Kadorian picked up on Mickey’s mood. With so little sleep, his guard was completely down and his every thought was probably written all over his face.

“I’m sorry, Mickey, you’re wondering why you’re here.” He nodded and his stomach started to churn. Yevgeny gurgled at his feet and he gave his son a brief, distracted glance. Yevgeny smiled and clapped when Mickey looked his way. Mickey tried to smile back but it probably looked more like a grimace.

“Mickey, Ian has something he wants to discuss with you. And he wanted me to be with him while he did it.”

“What does he want to talk about?” Mickey could hear the panic in his voice. 

“It’s for him to share with you, I just wanted to talk to you about the best way to handle things with Ian before he came in here.” She looked down at her notes. “You’ve been very supportive, Mickey, but sometimes you react…harshly.”

Mickey looked down. He’d flown off the handle a few times in family therapy, usually at Fiona, but occasionally at Ian. He admitted that his instinct was to fight back instead of just listen. But he couldn’t help it, he found it impossible to listen to anyone, even Ian, bring up things that were dead and buried just to make him feel like shit.

Obviously today needed to be different. Somehow Mickey felt like he would do better without Fiona or anyone else in the room. 

“Okay,” he said finally. 

“If you could just hear Ian out. Try to let him speak his mind fully before you respond. And remember that it’s important to be understanding, that Ian’s feelings are valid, just as much as yours.”

Mickey could read between the lines. Today, whatever Ian said, Mickey needed to be on his side. He couldn’t fight. Mickey nodded, and the pain in his stomach was bordering on excruciating. It was right beneath his rib cage, pulsing.

“Thank you, Mickey. I know you can do this for Ian.” Dr. Kadorian stood up, brushing her pants free of invisible lint. “I’m going to get him now.” She put a hand on Mickey’s shoulder as she left the room.

Swallowing hard, Mickey instinctively reached down and unbuckled Yevgeny from his seat. He pulled the little boy up into his lap, standing him up on his thigh. Yevgeny was so warm, and he smiled so easily. He thought it would never get to this point, but Mickey felt a little calmer with the baby in his arms.

A few minutes later the door was opening again and Ian walked in in front of Dr. Kadorian. He took the seat next to Mickey, but didn’t meet his eyes right away. But when he saw Yevgeny he broke out in a huge smile.

“Hey, tough guy,” he said, leaning forward and grazing two knuckles against Yevgeny’s round belly. The baby gurgled and arched his back, reaching for Ian. Ian’s eyes flicked up to Mickey’s, questioning.

Mickey held Yevgeny out to him. “Here,” he said, his voice coming out rough. He didn’t actually want to give his son up, but he could tell Ian wanted him just as badly.

Dr. Kadorian was settled behind her desk again. “Thank you for coming in today, Mickey. It was really important to Ian to have you here.”

Ian nodded at Dr. Kadorian, but didn’t look at Mickey. They’d never exactly acted like Romeo and Juliet when they were reunited for visits, but Mickey had certainly never felt this awkward. Ian seemed uncomfortable, like he wanted Mickey gone, even though he was the one who’d asked him to come.

“Ian, why don’t you tell Mickey what you wanted to talk to him about?”

Ian swallowed and looked at Yevgeny, who gave him a toothless, drooling smile. After taking a deep breath, Ian finally turned to give Mickey his full attention.

“Mick, I need a break,” he said. His voice was even, so calm that Mickey didn’t really process the words for a beat.

“A break,” he repeated.

Ian bit his lip. “Yeah,” he started, then took a moment to put Yevgeny on the floor, where the baby sat happily. “I think maybe you shouldn’t come here for a while.”

“Ian,” Dr. Kadorian said. Ian looked over at his doctor, while Mickey couldn’t tear his eyes from his boyfriend’s face.

Ian seemed to understand something that went over Mickey’s head. “Sorry. I mean, I don’t want you to come here anymore. I need you to wait until I get in touch with you.”

Mickey felt like someone had set the lining of his stomach on fire. It turned out he didn’t even need Dr. Kadorian’s ‘be supportive’ pep talk. There was no fight in him at all, not a single thought came into his head except to hear Ian’s words repeated over and over again.

“Mickey?” Dr. Kadorian was looking at him gravely. Mickey thought for a second that he might throw up, but he swallowed and tried to breathe through his nose. “Do you have anything you want to say?”

Suddenly he had a million things he wanted to say. Don't leave me. I won’t survive without you. But he knew he couldn’t say any of that. This was what Ian wanted. Maybe it was what he needed to get well. 

“Whatever you need,” he said after a minute, his throat feeling like it was going to close up on him. The look of relief on Ian’s face was like a punch to the chest. That was the thing that broke him. Mickey felt his mouth start to fill with saliva and knew he had about thirty seconds to get the fuck out of that office before he puked. “Just a sec,” he muttered, pushing out of his seat and practically sprinting to the thankfully nearby restroom.

He barely made it to his knees before his pathetic breakfast was repeating on him. He felt tears streaming down his face as he coughed and choked. After what felt like forever, but was probably only a minute, it was all over. Mickey sat back against the wall, grateful that it was one of those private, handicap-accessible bathrooms that he could sit and stretch out his legs. He pulled a few squares of toilet paper off the roll to wipe his face. He sat quietly, closing his eyes and just tried to breathe normally.  

That was it. It was over. Ian didn’t want him around anymore. Why would he? Mickey knew he was worthless. A teenage dad with an illegal whore for a wife, a murderous psychopath of a father waiting patiently to be released from prison so he could kill his disgrace of a son. Mickey had no valuable skills, nothing to offer someone like Ian other than enthusiastic blow jobs and a cute kid.

Ian deserved more, he had a future. Even after all this, Mickey knew Ian was the type who could clean himself up and create a real life for himself. All Mickey would do is weigh him down. Mickey always expected that Ian would figure that out, but he didn’t think it would be so soon.

Before he went too far down that emotional black hole, Mickey picked himself up off the floor. He flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and rinsed his face and mouth. The boy in the mirror was pale, even paler than usual. His eyes were bloodshot and ringed with dark circles. He looked years older than his actual age. What did Ian ever see in him?

When Mickey went back into the room, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been gone. Ian and Dr. Kadorian were talking quietly to one another and Yevgeny was back in Ian’s lap. They both looked up at Mickey with concern, Ian’s tinged with guilt. Mickey took his seat, mumbling an apology.

“Are you okay, Mickey?” Dr. Kadorian asked. Ian’s eyes kept looking over at him, but only for a few seconds at a time. Like Mickey was the sun and Ian knew if he looked to long he’d go blind.

“Fine,” Mickey said, lying for the second time that day. He almost made an excuse about having eaten something bad, but thought better of it. What did it matter? They both knew he was full of shit.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Dr. Kadorian cleared her throat. “Well, Mickey, if you don’t have anything you want to say to Ian, it’s just about time for him to get to lunch.” She looked down at her watch.

Mickey looked at Ian. Ian looked so much better than he had just a few weeks earlier. He’d put on some weight, and his hair was brighter. But it was the life in his eyes that made him look more like the Ian Mickey remembered. He was so beautiful, it hurt to look at him.

“Okay,” Mickey said, standing up and holding his arms out for Yevgeny. As soon as he was out of Ian’s arms, Yevgeny started to cry. The sound made Mickey want to scream. He reached down and grabbed the carrier with his free hand.

He wanted so desperately for Ian to kiss him, especially if it was the last one he’d get. But he wouldn’t ask for it. He couldn’t even look anywhere but the floor, too scared to see what Ian was thinking.

Dr. Kadorian opened the door to her office and Ian stepped out first. Mickey followed, bouncing Yevgeny a bit to get him to stop crying. Out in the hall, Yev reached for Ian again. Mickey wanted to do the same thing, but knew he couldn’t. He did find it somewhere in himself to look at Ian again. Ian put a hand out to let Yevgeny wrap a tiny hand around one finger. He looked at Mickey.

“You’re really okay, Mick?” he asked. His eyes were begging Mickey to say yes, even though he knew that wasn’t the truth. All Mickey could do was nod, not trusting his voice. Ian smiled gratefully and put his mouth to Yevgeny’s hand. Mickey burned with jealousy, but said nothing. Ian nodded and let go of Yev. Dr. Kadorian put a hand on his shoulder and Ian turned to walk toward the dining room. When he was halfway down the hall, he turned back and gave a little wave.

Yevgeny whimpered and, for what felt like the millionth time that day, Mickey envied his son the ability to express himself. He wanted, just for a minute, to be able to throw himself on the ground and scream and cry until he was sick. Until Ian could see that he shouldn’t leave, that Mickey wasn’t okay.

The bus ride home was a blur. Yev was fussier than he’d been on the way up, not placated by his yogurt snacks or his pacifier. Svetlana was home when they got there and immediately took him from Mickey. 

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, popping a bottle of formula into Yevgeny’s mouth. She almost looked genuinely interested. But as badly as he wanted someone to feel sorry for him, he knew it would be a huge mistake to give Svetlana the satisfaction.

“Nothing, just tired,” he said. He went into his room and shut the door behind him, driving the heels of his hands into his eyes. He plugged his phone in to the charger by the nightstand and it buzzed instantly to life.

There were several texts from Debbie and one from Fiona. He ignored Fiona’s and scrolled through Debbie’s. As he was reading the second, which was really more of an essay than a text, the phone started ringing in his hand. Debbie. He regretted mentioning her that he was going to the hospital, but couldn’t bring himself to ignore the call.

“What?” he said.

“Jesus, you sound like shit,” Debbie said.

What, Debbie?” he repeated, sitting on the edge of the bed. He toed off his shoes and lay back on the pillow. He didn’t want to talk to Debbie, he just wanted to fall asleep and never get up.

“What was the meeting about?” she said. “I am,” she said, clearly to someone else. Probably Fiona.

Mickey wasn’t sure where to start, or even what to tell her. Should he let Ian tell her? The doctor?

“Ian’s doing better,” he said after a second.

“Oh yeah?” Debbie said, sounding instantly buoyed by the news. “That why they wanted you to go all the way there? Couldn’t they have told you over the phone?”

Mickey bit his lip. Of course Debbie wouldn’t be satisfied with that. Fuck it, he’d tell her the truth. Not like he’d ever talk to any of the Gallaghers again after this anyway. Why would they, when Ian wanted nothing to do with him?

“He, uh, he ended things.” Mickey swallowed against the lump forming in his throat. Saying it out loud was harder than he’d thought. Tears, of sadness, of total exhaustion, were burning in his eyes.

“He broke up with you?” Debbie whispered. But she clearly wasn’t quiet enough. Mickey heard Fiona and, fuck, Lip say “he did what?” in the background.

“Yeah,” Mickey said. He was determined not to let Debbie hear him cry. He knew he was going to, but he was going to do it by himself, godamnit. “He needs to just get better, Debbie. It’s fine.”

The sound of Debbie weeping was all too familiar at this point. Jesus, how was Mickey expected to put up with all the shit that was getting shoveled onto him today? He should be the one falling apart, instead of holding it together for everyone else.

“Debbie, don’t,” he begged. He wiped a tear that had managed to escape, praying she couldn’t tell. He didn’t need her to start sobbing.

“Mickey, I’m so sorry,” she said, sounding as composed as she could. “I know how much you–”

“Don’t. Please,” he said. 

“Okay,” she said, sounding shaky. “But, Mickey… Just. Just call me, if you want. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said, knowing he never would. “I gotta go, Debbie.” He knew he only had a few seconds before he totally melted down. And he really needed to not be on the phone with Ian’s sister when it happened. 

“Bye, Mickey,” Debbie said. Mickey heard Fiona telling her to wait, but he hung up before she could do anything stupid.

He dropped the phone to the floor and let out the breath he felt like he’d been holding for twenty-four hours. It had actually happened. The worst thing he could imagine, well, almost the worst. The worst would be for Ian to do something to himself. The second worst was what he had just done to Mickey, letting him go. Mickey gasped and the rush of tears almost hurt they were so sudden and so intense.

He was doing the kind of crying he associated with little kids. Where he was barely making a sound, face beet red, and tears just absolutely streaming down his face. His breath came in short, painful bursts. He was thankful that he’d already thrown up the contents of his stomach because he would have absolutely cried himself sick if he hadn’t. 

Mickey wasn’t sure how long he went on, but the loud knock at his door stopped him dead. He sat up and used the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe his face. “Go away,” he said, embarrassed by how wrecked he sounded.

The door opened. Fiona came in quickly and shut the door behind her.

“No,” Mickey said, standing up and pointing at the door. “Get out.”

Fiona ignored him and kept going, not stopping until she’d thrown her arms around him, crushing him in a fierce hug. Mickey struggled against her, considered biting her even, but was no match for her, not today. After a few seconds, he realized he’d been beat. He was bone tired, hungry, nauseous, and sadder than he could even fathom.

Probably from years of experience, Fiona recognized when Mickey gave up trying to push her off. She loosened her steel grip and brought one hand up to the back of Mickey’s head. He wished a hole would open up in the floor and just swallow him up when he let out an involuntary sob. Fiona shushed him like he was one of her kids and, to Mickey’s horror, rocked him back and forth.

But they stayed that way for a while, longer than Mickey ever imagined he would allow. Fiona holding him, Mickey clutching her and crying freely into her shirt. 

When he was finally done, Fiona pulled back but didn’t let him go. Mickey could barely look her in the eye. She took him by the chin and gently forced him to look at her.

“Mickey,” she said. He stared at her, terrified of what she would say. He didn’t know anything anymore, least of all himself. “You’re still our family. Okay? I need you to know that.”

Mickey stared at her in disbelief. He started to shake his head, to open his mouth to argue with her. She covered his mouth with her hand.

“You’re family. What you did for Ian. The way you love him,” she trailed off. “Thank you. Just… Thank you.”

She dropped her hand and looked down at her shirt, which was essentially ruined. She shrugged like it was nothing, like it happened to her all the time.

She touched his face one more time and headed for the door. After she’d opened it, she looked back at him, her hand still on the knob.

“For the record? I don’t think this is it for you two.” She smiled and nodded, mostly to herself, and shut the door behind her.

Erwin Johannes Eugen Rommel

At the outbreak of World War II, Rommel was given command of the troops that guarded Hitler’s headquarters, a disappointment for a man used to fighting on the front lines with the infantry. But in early 1940, he was given his chance to put to use his gifts, when he was given command of the 7th Panzer Division. Although a novice as far as mechanized forces were concerned, he soon mastered the advantages and proved his leadership abilities again in the German offensive against the French channel coast in May.

In early 1941, Rommel was given control of the troops sent to North Africa to aid Germany’s ailing ally, Italy, in maintaining its position in Libya. It is here, in the deserts of North Africa, that Rommel earned his vaunted reputation, as well as his nickname (he became known for his “fox-like” sneak attacks). Winning significant victories against the British, whom he begrudgingly admired, Rommel nevertheless became weary of this theater of operations; he wanted to go back to Europe. It wasn’t until a second battle to take el-Alamein in Egypt went against him that the “invincible” general was finally called home back to Europe.

Hitler put Rommel back in northern France, to guard against an Allied invasion. Rommel’s suggestions for the precautions necessary to repel an enemy invasion were not heeded, and he began to lose confidence in Hitler and Germany’s ability to win the war. When Rommel was approached by friends to agree to head the German government in the event of Hitler’s overthrow, he agreed-although there was no explicit talk of assassination, which he found abhorrent.

D-Day was launched, and Rommel’s prediction of disaster for Germany’s position played itself out. Still, Hitler would not consider negotiations with the Allies. Rommel ended up in the hospital after his car was attacked by British bombers and he was forced off the road. Meanwhile, details of the failed assassination plot had come to Hitler’s attention, including Rommel’s contact with the conspirators. As Rommel was convalescing in his home at Herrlingen, two generals visited and offered him his choice-trial or suicide. Rommel told his wife and son what had transpired, and that he had chosen to take the cyanide capsules the generals had provided.

“At about twelve o’clock a dark-green car with a Berlin number stopped in front of our garden gate. The only men in the house apart from my father, were Captain Aldinger [Rommel’s aide] , a badly wounded war-veteran corporal and myself. Two generals — Burgdorf, a powerful florid man, and Maisel, small and slender — alighted from the car and entered the house. They were respectful and courteous and asked my father’s permission to speak to him alone. Aldinger and I left the room. “So they are not going to arrest him,” I thought with relief, as I went upstairs to find myself a book. A few minutes later I heard my father come upstairs and go into my mother’s room. Anxious to know what was afoot, I got up and followed him. He was standing in the middle of the room, his face pale. “Come outside with me,” he said in a tight voice. We went into my room. “I have just had to tell your mother,” he began slowly, “that I shall be dead in a quarter of an hour.” He was calm as he continued: “To die by the hand of one’s own people is hard. But the house is surrounded and Hitler is charging me with high treason. ‘In view of my services in Africa’,” he quoted sarcastically, “I am to have the chance of dying by poison. The two generals have brought it with them. It’s fatal in three seconds. If I accept, none of the usual steps will be taken against my family, that is against you. They will also leave my staff alone.” “Do you believe it?” I interrupted. “Yes,” he replied. “I believe it. It is very much in their interest to see that the affair does not come out into the open. By the way, I have been charged to put you under a promise of the strictest silence. If a single word of this comes out, they will no longer feel themselves bound by the agreement.” I tried again. “Can’t we defend ourselves…” He cut me off short. “There’s no point,” he said. “It’s better for one to die than for all of us to be killed in a shooting affray. Anyway, we’ve practically no ammunition.”

- Manfred Rommel, on his father’s decision to choose death by cyanide, rather than one involving the threatened persecution of his family and staff, after he was implicated in a plot to assassinate Adolf Hitler, as quoted in “The Forced Suicide of Field Marshall Rommel, 1944”

anonymous asked:

Chrissy Chrissy I need help-y I can't find any really good PLATONIC Reigen and Mob fics every time I try to find some all I get is some nasty pedo romance stuff and I just want some fluffy Trash Dad stuff. Your mini fic where Reigen looked up how to help Mob with Algebra? Perfect. I need more stuff up that alley. Do you have any recs?

Ahhhh I wish I could be more help. I think I’ve read maybe 2-3 Mob Psycho fanfics in total because I just can’t handle going through the AO3 archive. I think I write so many of my own fanfics because shipping culture reigns supreme everywhere else and I’m too tired to wade through.

The best I can do is just link you to my other Trash Dad stuff with a similar spirit to the one you’re talking about.

Scribbled-Out Shopping Lists: Reigen goes grocery shopping and Mob comes along. Then they make dinner. That’s literally the entire plot like this takes the cake for the fluffiest, plotless-est thing I’ve done probably ever.

The Butterfly Test: Angsty because it focuses on the aftermath of Mob’s fight with Teru, but the moral is that Reigen is a good protective dad.

Smoke: Reigen gives up smoking because it’s no good to expose a child to that. And…maybe because Mob makes him feel like he doesn’t need it anymore.

The Business of Telling Lies: (also a bit angsty). Only family is allowed to visit the hospital room. So who are you to prevent this man, who Very Definitely Is Shigeo’s Kageyama’s Dad, from seeing his son?


Word Count: 2.4k

a/n: a happy one for your soul. sorry if some of the medical things are incorrect i didn’t look anything up

Mobile Masterlist // Masterlist

The familiar double doors opened as you stepped inside with a crying toddler in tow. A small blonde sitting at the front desk, who you know as Bry, was typing swiftly on her computer until she looked up and smiled from seeing you holding her favorite toddler in the world. “Well look who decided to come visit his favorite receptionist!” The toddler sitting uncomfortably on your hip laughed as he made grabby hands towards Bry. “Jayden you have to stay with me but we can see her after seeing sissy okay?” The small boy in your arms fussed at your response but you only smile and sign the sheet clipped to a clipboard. Bry just smiled and gave Jayden his “attendance sucker” as she calls it. He smiles and takes it graciously with a short thank you as you both starting walking down the all too familiar blue hallway.

The number 34 was printed on a plastic block stuck next to the door frame. Balloons and small baskets of gifts were practically up and down the entrance to the room from all the gifts that’s have been given your way from friends/family and even some caring fans. Ever since the news came out everyone has always been so supportive towards your family. The amount of support you had made things easier to cope with.

Ashton was sitting on one of the hard plastic chair in the corner when you walked into the room. His features were low as he looked at one of his babies sitting in a hospital bed with machines hooked up to her small body. Once he noticed that you were present in the room he stood up and walked briskly towards you and brought you into a hug. Jayden was fussing about how ‘daddy’ was squeezing all the oxygen out of him, but you knew that he would get over it. The hug was a small gesture, but as time went on the small gestures were the biggest.

Keep reading

(It makes sense if you read this first. I think.)
I hope this is what you wanted notadamsel37. ‘ A ‘/
(If not, please feel free to throw rocks.)

Eren lies quietly in his bed. He notices that it is becoming dark outside as he can distantly hear his adopted son crying in the background.

Eren isn’t too bothered with the news. He smoothes out the wrinkles of his bed sheet; pretending that his body is older than it is and acts as if he can’t hear the whimpers of his “grown-ass adult” son while the doctor drops the verdict.

92 years old is a pretty good fucking time to call it quits to be honest.

Keep reading

Coming Home (From The Sea) [for whenfearlosespower]

George was, indeed, allowed to come home the next day–but only under strict conditions.

No unduly exerting himself. Preferably, no exerting himself period, not for a while. He would require a caretaker until his strength came back. His gunshot wound and surgical incision needed to be kept clean, and monitored for abnormal bleeding or signs of infection; his breathing needed to be monitored as well. If any change occurred, he would need to be brought to a doctor immediately. He would, for the foreseeable future, require a hefty prescription for pain management–the surgery performed to save his life was a difficult one to recover from. (Privately, George didn’t figure that was going to be a problem, even if he hadn’t been given a prescription. He knew about the opium Harry kept hidden away, after all.) At home, he would be more comfortable, and happier, and hopefully that would help speed up what was certain to a long recovery.

Adelaide brought his coat and hat, and a pair of warm slippers she found in his wardrobe. Harry brought his relentless cheer and charisma–needed to deal with George’s parents, who had already been informed that he wanted to go home rather than to theirs (and his mother in particularly was fretting over it). But George had been adamant about it, even as weak as he was, and Mr. Gudgett eventually convinced his wife to let the matter go in order to spare their son the stress. They promised to visit him frequently. Adelaide foresaw a great deal of home-cooked food in their future.

Despite the pain he was still in, and had just had aggravated by the transfer from hospital bed to wheelchair, George was in surprisingly good spirits for the journey back to the Metropole. He was, he said, looking forward to a nice bath, and a comfortable bed, and his coffee, and improved-quality soft foods. He promised to be as easy-going a patient as he could. Adelaide promised that they would take very good care of him. (She was sitting next to him in the carriage, arm wrapped around his shoulders, bearing most of his weight and absolutely smiling through it. He was coming home. They had a long road ahead of them, but he was coming home.)

They wheeled him into their suite, instead of his, and Adelaide took George straight to the bathroom. “Don’t go easy on me,” he said, wearily cheerful. “Hot as you can stand it, yeah? Throw in some of that nice stuff, too.”

“Of course,” she replied with a tiny smile, as she twisted the taps to get the water started running. Then she gestured to him, sitting in the wheelchair, wrapped in his coat and hospital gown. “Harry, would you mind…?”

Title: Boruto’s Crying
Pairing: NaruHina
Words: 2885
Summary: Boruto’s weak body causes frequent hospital visits and his parents’ growing anxiety of him falling gravely sick.
Prompt by madhattressdelux and narootos

A/N: I liked this prompt so much that I immediately started writing it after reading. I don’t really think that this fic lives up to the prompts greatness but it was a late night attempt. I usually write fluff, so this was very interesting to write. I still hope that you enjoy reading~ 


He shot up instantly. A painful grab had shaken him up from his sleep. He still felt drowsy but the incisive voice of Hinata brought clarity of his surroundings.
Naruto’s senses gradually regained their functionality, making his eyes able to recognize the outline of his wife and his ears to catch Boruto’s crying nearby.

Keep reading


LEORIO: LOOK, I really hate Ging. I really, really do hate him because he refused to visit Gon when he was in the hospital. Having friends visit him isn’t an excuse for you to NOT go see your son when he’s in very critical condition. HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean you can just take that bastard away from Gon. As much as I hate to say it, Gon really wants to see Ging and bond with him. Sure, I could act and look like his dad, but Ging is the real guy Gon wants to see. So if you can’t understand that, LEAVE!

[140319] Suzy fan saw Yunho in the hospital. He hospitalized…. wearing a patients clothes n crutche, her dad is in the hospital so Nurse told her that Uknow yunho hospitalized in this hospital couple days ago.

Yunho came to take a stable and treatment. He will be discharged soon so dont’ worry. SonHojun visited yunho.

F: My_Yunnie + DCYunho

Yunho has been in d orthopedics ward since Mon. His family n friends has visited him. A nurse said he’ll leave the hospital soon (via DC윤호갤 + HeeYun_hojub)

Jonnor Drabbles: Jude Confronts Connor’s Dad (Based off 2x21 Promo)

Another one of my own drabble ideas. Yay :D

Jude Confronts Connor’s Dad (Based off 2x21 Promo):

Now Jude understood. He understood why Connor’s dad said he couldn’t see Connor anymore. Connor told his dad he’s gay and told his dad he liked Jude. He probably thought Jude was ‘corrupting’ his son. Jude wasn’t going to take that. He wasn’t going to just end his friendship and potential relationship with Connor like this. After school, he took a bus to the hospital. He would worry about the trouble he would get in with his moms later. He walked into the hospital and asked the front desk nurse where Connor’s room was. He walked through the halls to get to the room number. When he was almost there, he ran into Connor’s dad in the hallway. Mr. Stevens stood in front of Jude stopping him from walking.

“I told your mom I didn’t want you visiting Connor,” Mr. Stevens said. His voice was low, but Jude could hear the blame and venom behind it.

“My moms don’t know I’m here,” Jude said, “I want to see Connor.”

“He doesn’t want to see you. He told me this was all your idea. That the breaking in and drinking was your fault.”

“I know that’s not true. He never said that.”

“Believe what you want, kid. You should go. You’re not seeing Connor.”

“I want to see my friend. And I’m not leaving until I do.”

“I could have you thrown out of here.”

“I know Connor told you he’s gay. I know he told you that he likes me. That’s why you won’t let me see him.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So, he’s gay, so what? It hasn’t changed him. He’s still your son. He still likes baseball. He still likes skateboards. He still likes video games. He hasn’t changed.”

“He was fine before he met you! He was happy with girls and liking them and he had a girlfriend! Then you come along and convince him to become a fag.”

“I didn’t do anything. He probably would have still been gay if I hadn’t gone to school at Anchor Beach. You’re homophobic. My moms told me that there’s nothing wrong with being gay. The only thing wrong are the people who think there’s something wrong with it. I’m not the problem, Mr. Stevens, you are. And if you keep me away from Connor, he’s going to grow up hating you and you’re going to lose him. I know. Spent years hating my dad because he was too messed up and Callie and I had to go into the system.”

“What do you know?”

“More than you. You love Connor right? Then let him like who he wants.”

Mr. Stevens stared at Jude for a moment. For a second, Jude was sure Mr. Stevens was going to hit him. His face was red and he looked angry. But he moved out of the way without saying anything. Jude was surprised. He walked past Mr. Stevens into Connor’s room. Connor looked at the door thinking it was his dad. He was surprised to see Jude standing there. A smile spread across his face.

“Hey,” he said.


“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“My dad let you come in?”

“It took some convincing.”

Connor motioned for Jude to come over. Jude walked over to the bed. Connor scooted over so Jude could lay in the bed with him. Jude laid down, one leg swinging off the side of the bed.

“I broke up with Daria,” Connor said.

“I know. I heard her yelling at Taylor about you.”

“I didn’t think there was a reason to keep going out with her. You know, since now my dad knows.”

“Do you think he’ll take you out of Anchor Beach?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really wanted to think about what he’ll do. I’ve been thinking more about talking to you.”

“You can talk to me now.”

Connor chuckled. “I’m kind of sleepy. It’s all the pain medicine.”

“We could just watch TV until you fall asleep.”

Connor nodded. They both looked up at the TV watching cartoons. Connor scooted closer to Jude. He rested his head on his shoulder. He moved his hand so it rested on top of Jude’s. A small smile played on Jude’s mouth.