♡ the proudest moment for me is telling others that you are my son ♡
♡ papamin!au my beloved
♡ genre: pure fluff
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Kento didn't really plan to take a nap.
He was sitting in front of the TV, Yuuji curled up against his side as they watched Gravity Falls - well, Yuuji watched it. It was their afternoon tradition. They came back home, did the homework, watched some TV before they got hungry and then they cooked dinner together.
Today wasn’t much different, but after a tiring day at work Kento was absolutely exhausted. Too many pointless meetings and dumb arguments with his coworkers resulted in a throbbing headache and red, tired eyes. Relaxing against the soft pillows, Kento thought it wouldn’t hurt to close his eyes for a moment and rest. He wouldn’t fall asleep, right? Naps weren’t really his thing.
Then, as soon as the first episode of the show started, he just straight up passed out.
To him, it felt like a few seconds. A longer blink, if you will. That’s why he was so confused when he shifted and suddenly he couldn’t feel Yuuji’s tiny body pressed against his side. His eyes shot open and he sat straight up as the panic settled in.
‘Yuuji?’, he called out, looking around the room. It was already dark and he could barely make out anything. As he turned around on the couch, Kento noticed soft light pouring out through the kitchen door, accompanied by a few soft grunts of annoyance. He quickly made his way over, stopping in his tracks as soon as he saw the scene before him.
Yuuji was standing on top of the kitchen chair, Kento’s big apron hanging around his tiny body, the straps tangled around his legs. His face was concentrated, the tip of his tongue sticking out, as he tried hard to slice the cucumber that stubbornly rolled away from him with every attempt.
At least he’s using the child-friendly knife, Kento thought with relief. He quietly stepped inside of the kitchen, trying not to startle the boy.
‘What are you doing, Yuuji?’, he asked.
‘Oh, Nanamin!’, Yuuji exclaimed happily, almost falling off the chair as he tried to turn around with the apron tangled between his legs. Luckily, Kento had quick reflexes. This wasn’t the first time this happened, either. ‘I’m making us dinner!’
‘Hm?’, Kento hummed, looking away from the boy he held in his arms and back at the counter. Indeed, there were two plates prepared - there was a ham sandwich, a cheese stick and a few cherry tomatoes on both of them, but coincidentally the one on the right had also a few candies hidden behind the food.
‘I wanted some cucumber too, but it kept rolling away!’, Yuuji added, crossing his arms with frustration. Kento couldn’t help but smile, a warm, cozy feeling spreading across his chest.
‘You did great’, he praised the boy, setting him back up on the chair. He grabbed the rowdy cucumber and set it back on the cutting board, his other hand wrapping around Yuuji's wrist to guide his movements and cut up the vegetable. They boy cheered as they finally defeated the green stick of doom and placed a few slices on each of the plates.
‘Let’s go eat in the living room!’, Yuuji exclaimed, climbing down the chair and slipping out of the apron. He grabbed his plate and quickly run out of the kitchen, trying to cover up the sweets with his tiny hand. Kento chuckled as he picked up his own dinner, turning off the light and following the boy with a smile still etched on his face.
Sure. This one time Kento could pretend he didn’t see any candies on Yuuji’s plate.
It is not flesh and blood, but the heart which makes us fathers and sons — Johann Freidrich von Schiller
tbh these all sound sooooo good but I have to go with oh captain my captain
I’m actually so excited about oh my captain my captain my captain, I kind of hit a wall with it when I started working on how about that other team, but-
“It’s been a long time since this has been done, I don’t think it’s ever been done in the NHL actually, but sometimes, in the minor leagues, when teams can’t decide on a captain, there are alternate routes teams can take,” Shane said slowly.
“Alternate routes?”
“They don’t choose a captain, basically,” he explained. “Instead, a team can operate with three alternate captains, or…” he trailed off.
“Or?” Ilya prompted.
“Or they have rotating captains.”
this spawned from a thought I had about what’s going to happen with the centaurs captainship in unrivaled since you have Ilya, their current captain, Shane, who was a captain of his own team that he lead to three Stanley cups, and Bood, who I hc was captain before Ilya got to Ottawa and the old guard still carry a torch about him. the vote splits evenly between them, and they have to figure out what to do, and Shane proposes this, which is technically legal, but rarely done
idk, I’ve still got at least 5 chapters to go of how about that other team before I even think about posting it, but we’ll see what happens lmao
In which Pidge tells Shiro that she hasn't seen Lance. It's only a half lie. Technically, you can’t see someone when they’re pounding your brains out from behind.
i wrote a chapter 2 for this. because i felt like it. enjoy.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov & Svetlana Vetrova
Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, Svetlana Vetrova, Wyatt Hayes, Original Children of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: Married Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Needs A Hug, Protective Ilya Rozanov, Good Friend Svetlana Vetrova, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health Issues, Health Issues, mentions of dementia, Medical Conditions, Post-Canon, Anxious Shane Hollander
Series: Part 2 of heated rivalry fics
Summary:
Shane wanted kids, this Ilya knew. He also knew that Shane would rather go the route of surrogacy over adoption, and he wanted both of them involved in the process.
But Ilya was worried. Between his father's dementia and the depression he knew his mother had passed onto him, he was scared that he would cause his children pain, and he never wanted to be the cause of anyone's suffering. If only he knew they would be just fine.
you get to hear my thoughts about hockey captaincy because Reasons, but I've been thinking about team structures and how teams pick captains when leadership roles differ and can impact teams in different ways. this line of thinking led me down a slight rabbit hole, and now I know that in some leagues, it's possible to have either three A's or even rotating captains instead of having one singular captain all the time, which I'll be honest, I think is brilliant. especially if you have different personalities, I could see the advantage of alternating captains based on the need of the game and the energy the team needs, and how refs will respond to a particular player
idk, just some thoughts. I don't think it's allowed in the NHL, but if I write a heated rivalry fic about it, I won't give a fuck about NHL rules
this is actually the combination of all my favorite prompts from the lists I posted in college. I realized I hadn't posted a list in a while and while I am working on one, it's not complete yet, and I wanted to post the best of my old lists. y'all know the drill, send me a number with a character/ship/whatever and i'll write a fic based on it. have fun!
“I’m cataloging that under conversations I’m not sure actually happened.”
“Ma’am.... how do you interview a squirrel?”
“Oh my god please don’t stab me!” “Why the fuck would I- oh, my knitting needles. Sorry.”
“How do we feel about a murder-themed wedding?” “I’m gonna regret asking this. Why?”
“Hey, do you remember that time I almost got stabbed?” “It’s 2 in the morning.” “And? I’m writing an essay. Do you remember or not?”
“Okay, I’m hearing what you’re saying, but everything you’re saying is hot garbage so I’m going to need you to shut the hell up.”
“Would you fuck an alien?” “I wouldn’t fuck a person to be completely honest with you.”
“Ma’am… is that a guinea pig?”
“As long as it doesn’t catch on fire, you can have it, and if it does catch on fire, that’s none of my business.”
“Hey can I borrow this?” “Yeah, what for?” “You’ll see.” “Are you doing something illegal?” “… No?”
“Did you just say ‘raw banana’?”
“Permission to hug?” “Granted.” “Oh fuck my ribs.”
“Hey, want to cause some chaos?” “Do you need to ask? Obviously.”
“What the fuck did you do?” “You weren’t supposed to be back yet.”
“I need you to look at my tits.”
“Can you please think like an average person and not like the anarchist you are for a minute?”
“My game is, as the kids say, on point.” “The kids do not say that.” “On fleek?” “Also no.”
“Hey, what's the crime like here?” “Sir, this is an ice cream shop.”
“I’m going to need you to be completely honest with me. Do you have a thing for late president John F. Kennedy?”
“Do you know what you’re doing?” “Like in general? No.”
“Are you committing satanic rituals in there? Like if I gave you a doll, would you stick pins in it?”
“Hey are you busy?” “Yes.” “Ha! Get fucked.”
“If I gave you a prompt on American cheese and asked you to write a research paper on it, what would you do?”
“I don’t like the way you just implied you couldn’t legally drive in the state of Illinois.”
“I really appreciate you not just straight up calling me a lesbian.”
“I was gone for not even five minutes, where did the hedgehog come from?”
“I’m so sorry, I’m going to be late.” “Everything okay?” “Yeah, no, I’m fine, I just may have broken my foot and I need to go to urgent care.” “That is… the opposite of fine.”
“Don’t question why I know how to pop the screen out of a window.” “Our fucking door won’t open, as long as we can get outside, I don’t care.”
“What is the purpose of nipple rings?” “Decoration.” “Like a Christmas tree!”
“You’re throwing candy at him and he doesn’t even have his tits out.” “That’s how he gets a peanut butter cup.”
“I’m a massive fucking atheist, but it brings me so much joy to picture Nancy Reagan in hell.”
“You’re just boobing all over the place.” “Boobing.”
“Come here, I need you to bless the vodka bottle.” “I don’t believe in Jesus.” “You don’t need to, just come bless the bottle.”
“I broke up with my boyfriend and my therapist fucking cheered.” “I don’t disagree with her.”
“During pride month? This is homophobia.” “That was loud.” “Good, I hope the homophobe heard.”
“When I get wine drunk, I get horny.” “We could have a threesome.” “There’s four people here.” “Oh. Foursome then.”
“Sit, we need to talk to you about something.” “Remember when you got high a couple weeks ago and had a gender crisis?”
“Are you going to stab me?” “What? Oh, butter knife, sorry.”
“You know when men have that little swoop of hair? The queef?” “Oh my god I’m crying, you mean a quiff.”
“Is this about the fax machine? Because if it is, my vote is we put a bullet in it.”
“You went to Catholic school? I would have thought you’d gone to public school and then taken a hard left into satanism.”
“Dude, they took your door.” “Your door privileges have been revoked.” “What the fuck?”
“Do you have a reason or are you being a nasty cynic?”
“My mom has apparently kissed more women than I have.”
“So he’s better than you.” “I’m okay with that.”
“I’m going to ask you a question and you’re going to feel attacked.” “Fine.” “Why does it have to be that way?”
“You’re not annoying, don't worry.” “Well I certainly wasn’t worried before.”
“I got called an anarchist again.” “By the same person as last time?” “Nope.”
“Aww, that’s so gay.” “Honey, we are gay.”
“Are we taking the ramp?” “I’m in a wheelchair, do you want me to take the stairs?”
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It was no secret that Halloween was Eddie’s favorite time of year.
Yeah, sure, it makes it easier to be a freak this time of year because everyone’s a freak on Halloween, but that wasn’t why he loved it.
Eddie has always been, first and foremost, a theater kid. Which meant that his costumes and decorations were always over the top and incredible.
Plus Gareth had gotten them involved in a Haunted House a few years back because he owed someone a favor, and Eddie had gone back every year since.
Being a scare actor was a lot of fun. Picking a new fear to embody every year gave him the opportunity to explore new characters and play around with personality traits he wouldn’t ordinarily show off.
Case in point, this year he was donning a scarecrow mask. It was pretty realistic too, and if he stayed still enough, guests wouldn't notice him until it was too late.
He tested it on Jeff before they opened just to be sure, and Jeff would swear up and down that he didn’t scream like a toddler, but Eddie knew the truth.
His costume wasn’t unlike that of a scarecrow’s typical garb. Eddie had borrowed an old plaid shirt of Wayne’s and found pants loose enough to give the illusion there was stuffing in them. He’d found a straw hat and vest at a garage sale over the summer, and his work boots would work just fine.
The only complication was the weapon. An ax would be easy enough, but he wanted something that would really drive home the theme of freaky farm ornament he was going for.
He ended up finding a wooden scythe at a craft store in Indy that he was able to modify for this exact purpose.
His costume was complete.
The barn they held it in was set up over the next couple of weeks, and they were able to run it through with some of the understudies before they opened it to the public. Eddie was about two-thirds of the way through, and was having the best time figuring out how to lay just so people would think he was a real scarecrow, and not a person waiting to scare them.
It worked best if he was draped backwards over a few bales of hay. His arms hung loosely, but one hand was sure to be poised over the scythe so he could grab it and roll upwards to chase after whoever came through.
He tested it on Jeff again, who this time admitted to screaming like a child.
Everything was perfect.
Once the crowds started to flock to the haunted house, it was the same as it was every year.
Eddie was always able to pick out the different kinds of people that went to haunted houses.
There were the seasoned veterans, the people who came year after year, searching for the thrill of being scared. Sometimes Eddie even recognized people from the years prior.
Right up alongside them in Eddie’s favorite customers list were the kids. Usually between the ages of 8-12 where they pretended to not be scared, even if they were. He’d always tone down his act for them, but it was still cute to see them and their costumes.
Then there were the couples. The boyfriends who showed up with their girlfriends under the guise of protecting them, using it as an excuse to cop a feel. It was fun to get all up in the guys faces when his character allowed for it, plus it usually got a laugh out of the girls too.
There were usually a few odd stragglers too, random people who stopped by that Eddie couldn’t always get a read on, but that wasn’t his job. He just had to scare them.
One part of his job that wasn’t technically required, although he would argue otherwise, was playing a game he liked to call ‘Fight, Flight, or Freeze’. Basically, he’d predict which approach people would take to being spooked.
Flight and freeze were the most common, but occasionally he’d get a fighter, and he really didn’t want another bloody nose.
Sometimes he got groups that kept him guessing though. Those were his favorites.
Case in point, a trio. Eddie couldn’t figure out what their specific dynamic was, if it was a couple and a sibling, a group of friends, or if there was something else going on there, but regardless it was a guy and two girls.
This could go one of three ways:
The guy pretends to be macho for the ladies and either pisses himself or decks Eddie,
The short girl punches him because she looks scary and more apt to punch him than the guy, or
They all just run.
Eddie’s money was on 3, but he wasn’t ruling out 2 just yet.
What he didn’t expect was for it to be none of those possibilities.
The door out of his room pushed people into a fork in the road.
Go right, continue on with the house.
Go left? Dead end.
It was actually an emergency exit, but they’d managed to prevent people from mistaking it for the main path thanks to some cleverly placed decorations.
So when Eddie dragged himself up from his position and gave this group a spook, he figured he’d guessed correctly as they ran, and he chased them to that fork.
Which is exactly when things went sideways.
Upon encountering the fork, the group did the unexpected: they split up.
The guy went left while the girls went right.
Eddie also went left for two primary reasons. First, to direct the guy back to the correct door, and second, that short girl really was scary. He liked his chances with the guy.
A moment later he came up behind the guy who was discovering very quickly that he wasn’t going to be able to escape that way. He kept his back to the door as Eddie approached.
He heard him swear under his breath and watched as his eyes darted around the room. Planning an escape route.
Eddie held up the scythe, ready to swing at the guy, but as he went to do so, found that he was unable to.
The guy caught his wrist and spun them so it was Eddie pinned against the door. He used the hand not holding him to push up his mask. Then, he leaned in.
His lips were soft. He tasted like apple cider.
And then as soon as it happened, he was gone. Sprinting back out the way he came, yelling for his friends like it was a game of Marco Polo.
Eddie was still frozen where the guy had pinned him. That wasn’t how people typically reacted to being cornered.
He heard a door open, and someone grabbed the back of his collar before pulling him through the emergency exit.
Gareth.
“Dude, what the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know,” Eddie cried, yanking his mask off the rest of the way. “He just kissed me!”
“Dear god. That’s your sign from the universe to go take your break. Go smoke somewhere the crowds won’t see you and have your little freak out in peace.”
He loved that man so much. “Thank you.”
Gareth waved him off. “I don’t want to hear about him later either, by the way!”
Eddie laughed as he slipped out to the back of the barn. They didn’t route guests out this way, so he figured he was good to chill out for a few minutes.
Except just as he lit a cigarette, he heard voices.
“I don’t know, Robin, I was just trying to get out of there to find you.”
“At no point did it need to involve your faces being smushed together.”
Oh no.
“I don’t know,” a new voice chimed in. “I’ve seen him in a relationship and in a fight. Sometimes when you push someone against a wall, your signals get mixed up.”
“So he accidentally socks his partner or kisses his opponent. Sure, I’ll buy that,” the voice he’d determined was Robin said.
“Stop it, both of you,” the guy said. “Go get in line for donuts or something, I’m going to go try to find a staff member to pass along an apology for me. What was their costume again?”
“God, you made out with them and you don’t remember their costume?”
“Scarecrow, I think,” the other girl answered. “Try out back, someone might be taking their break.”
Shit, shit, shit.
“Thanks Nance, I owe you one. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
There was the sound of footsteps, and Eddie briefly thought of bolting, but where was the sense in that? Instead, he took another drag and hoped the guy wouldn’t see him.
Of course, he was never that lucky.
“Hey, do you work here?”
Eddie exhaled. “Depends on who’s asking.”
“Listen, this is going to sound insane, but do you know the person dressed as a scarecrow? Maybe has one of those curved sword things?”
“A scythe,” he corrected without thinking.
“Yeah that.”
“Any chance he looked like this?” Eddie held up his mask so the guy could see. It was dark, but the lights from the front of the barn should have been enough to illuminate it.
“Oh shit,” the guy said.
“Yep.”
“I am so sorry.”
“No hard feelings. It’s not exactly the worst way someone's reacted to me scaring them. Honestly, it’s up there with one of the best.” Eddie wanted to scream. Why did he say that?
“Really?”
“Yeah, well when most guys would punch me in the face, I’m not going to complain about something that’s not that.”
“That certainly would hurt. One of the best, though?”
He shrugged. “It was a good kiss, and certainly memorable in terms of reactions. You’re going to give a guy a complex.”
“I see.”
“Like I said, I’m not complaining.” The guy didn’t move, seemingly stuck on a thought, so Eddie spoke up again. “Want a smoke?”
“I just came back here to apologize, and anyways, I’m trying to quit.”
“That’s not a no.”
“Maybe just a drag.”
Eddie handed him the one he’d just lit, and tried not to overthink it. Their mouths had touched, and yet he was focused on the indirect trade of spit over a cigarette filter.
“Thanks. I’m Steve, by the way.”
“Eddie,” he responded, taking his cigarette back.
“Nice to officially meet you. Usually I try to learn people’s names before I kiss them.”
“Well, you know it now.”
“I also prefer to get the numbers of the people I’d be interested in kissing again.”
Gareth was never going to let him live this down if he didn’t kill Eddie first.
“Do you have your phone on you, or a scrap of paper maybe?”
“Sure.” Steve produced his phone from a pocket, and opened his contacts so Eddie could enter his number.
“Just so you know, I don’t make a habit of giving customers my number.”
“Good.”
“Also, I get off at 11, and there’s a late night diner down the road I always stop at for coffee.”
“Great. I’ll see you at 11:15 then?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you then. I have to get back though.”
“Of course, I should probably go find my friends anyway. One last thing before I go, though.”
“What’s that?”
Steve stooped down and kissed him, softer this time, and Eddie wasn’t so shocked that he couldn’t enjoy it.
As he pulled away, he could feel the giddy smile on his face. “See you around, Steve.”
“Bye Eds.” He waved goodbye, and Eddie stood, letting himself bask in the moment for a bit longer until the door behind him opened, an echo of his first kiss with Steve.
Gareth gave him another unimpressed glare. “Dude.”
Eddie waved him off. “You’re going to hear about him.”
