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i suddenly heard a bunch of quacking and honking that seemed way too loud and i looked out the back window and the ducks were loose??? i think ursula knows how to open the trailer door but the only other time he did it was to let everyone out in the morning
#duckposting#gooseposting#had to lean the ramp against the door so they can't push it again#found another egg too so i have gotten 3 today#all from white birds#seems like everyone will be starting very soon#i now also have a full dozen duck eggs in the fridge#minus the one i fed back to them and the 2 cayuga eggs i have on the counter#or plus rather
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Mr. Blue Sky | marauders x reader
Pairing: J.P. x R.B. x R.L x Female Hufflepuff Reader Word Count: 3 k Warnings: None Prompt: You had your entire birthday planned, it would be the perfect picnic, but... a storm has ruined it entirely and now, you can't help but feel absolutely desolated. Of course, your boys would never allow you to be sad on your birthday.
Happy Birthday my beloved Lily flower! I truly hope you have the best of days today and even if you didn't have your garden picnic in the end, know that you can still have the most brilliant day ever, after all, there's always a rainbow after the rain.
Wirtten for @starchaser-lily
You had it all ready. You had ordered the dress that you would wear. You had asked the elves in the kitchen for a proper banquet, thankfully, since you often went there, and you had helped them cook some stuff before (cakes for your boys), they were more than happy to help you with your plan. In fact, Bub, a small elf that seemed to always be around, had gotten so excited about the idea of helping you with your plan that she had started jumping all over the kitchen and looking for all the things she would need to prepare it.
You had to remind her that the event wasn’t going to be until the next Tuesday like 3 times before she stopped jumping around; she already had eggs, flour, food coloring, and sugar in her arms, and a bunch of other ingredients floating behind her when she understood what you meant. You had told her that she could work on the cake if that’s what she wanted, and that the design would be all up to her. Which made her fallen face turn into a delighted one in a second, and she walked over to the side to start sketching some things in her notebook.
You had prepared and made the invitations; it was going to be a small gathering, but you still wanted it to be perfect. One of your friends from abroad had sent you an adorable tablecloth with cute yellow details that matched your house colors, and she’d sent a birthday card along with it. Although she warned you not to touch it, let alone open it until it was officially your birthday. The red envelope was deterrent enough, but you were too curious not to try and pry, so you opened it on the side just slightly and found yet another envelope inside.
"I knew you’d try to open it, babe. Now you must be warned, if you actually open the one you’re reading now, it will blow up. I’ve used all my knowledge and even asked that Remus boy of yours to help me. He’s absolutely brilliant in charms. Love you. Ps. For the love of Merlin, leave it closed."
You had laughed at her note and placed the threatening envelope on your night table. It made you smile whenever you read it, and you were pretty excited to see what would be inside of it. But if the bright red sign that said “DO NOT OPEN TILL BIRTHDAY” hadn’t been enough, the threat of an explosion had. Especially since you knew your friend’s exceptional ability in charms, and if she really had teamed up with Remus, then the most likely scenario was that it really, really would blow up if you didn’t do as told.
Either way, the tablecloth she’d gotten you was perfect; it was even charmed so the delicate drawings on it would move and swirl around, making the yellow and gold tones distractingly beautiful. And once Madam Pomfrey saw it, she was more than happy to lend you her picnic baskets.
You had, pretty much, prepared every single detail of your small party, gathering items and making sure the food would be ready, and you were impossibly excited for the 30th.
And then, the day came… You woke up to the sound of a soft splish-splash against the window. But you were still half-asleep to really notice what was going on. And then you heard it again, a soft ticking sound, like something soft, was tapping against it. You frowned and slowly opened your eyes. It was rather dark for it to be already 8 am. You focused on the sound, and when you realized where it came from, your gaze snapped towards the window.
“No, no, no…” you whispered as you saw the small droplets of rain fall one after the other, filling the window with their soft watery trails. The rain was soft, and as you looked out and saw the grey clouds, you could only hope it would go away soon enough.
You huffed and pulled the Daily Prophet from underneath your bed and revised the weather section over and over again. You had been marking the day with red all day of the week, and while it had said it would be cloudy, not a single one of the predictions mentioned anything even remotely close to a small shower.
“Everything all right, luv?” Your roommate asked. “Oh, and Happy Birthday!” she added with a smile.
“Thanks,” you mumbled in response. “It’s just– It’s raining.”
“Lovely day, innit?” Another one of your roommates said as she looked out of the window.
You loved rainy days; you truly did. There was something about staying inside and reading a good book while you watched the raindrops crash against the window that was so romantic; you couldn’t even get enough of it.
But today?
Today you hated rainy days!
You had been planning your picnic for months, getting the right food and the right clothes and managing to get all the boys at the same time at the same place, which was hard enough because everyone was either studying or doing one of their extracurriculars and yet… you had managed.
So much for a perfect picnic, you thought as you looked up at the sky yet again. With another sigh, you got up and put on your uniform, walking down the stairs to the common room in what you tried to make it look like not a mopey attitude. Especially with all your housemates pulling you in for hugs and wishing you a happy birthday.
Even Madam Pomfrey had stopped you on your way out to give you a short hug and tell you to have an incredibly good day. You had smiled and told her that it probably would, even if on the inside, you were absolutely certain everything had been absolutely ruined.
You went to the great hall, but just on the entrance, and when you spotted the boys looking rather eager, you decided you did not need any reminders of what an awful day it was and decided to skip breakfast altogether, opting instead to walk towards the library and look for a book. Perhaps reading as you watched the raindrops fall against the window, like you loved so much doing, would put you in a better mood.
You weren’t too hopeful for it, and frankly, you didn’t really want to do it either, so when you got to the library and found a book that seemed mildly entertaining, you took it in both of your hands and went straight into one of the most hidden reading nooks available. Few people knew of it, and you didn’t expect anyone to be looking for you there either. Not on a Tuesday, not on a class day, not with the NEWTS so close and certainly not with the fact that your year had Potions with Slughorn as the first class. So you hid in the reading nook as you read the book.
And you couldn’t have made a worse pick, not because the book was bad, in fact, you had read the first and second books of the collection, and you thought they were delightful. In fact, you loved Anne; you liked her positivity and you could easily see yourself as her, except that she was awfully positive and the mood you were in at the moment was far too dreadful to even consider her positivity a good trait. The more you read, the more annoying you found her because, how was it possible that she was so happy and you were so completely and utterly miserable?
You felt silly; you had magic and you had friends that loved you and a place in this bloody delightful school, and you were moping like a little kid over a rainy day. You really had to get yourself together or else–
“So this is where you’ve been hiding?” You heard him say with a short smile as he got in through the tapestry.
You closed your eyes and winced when you realized how stupid you’d been, hiding in the place he had shown you; of course, he’d find you. It looked as if you wanted to be found by one of them. Did you? Perhaps deep in your subconscious, you sought the kind of support only they could offer.
“Reggie,” you said softly and turned to him with a forced smile. “Lovely to–”
“Don’t even try,” he responded, cutting your bullshit in an instant. “Remus told me you didn’t go for breakfast or to class.”
“Well–”
“And Jamie has been going around pestering all your roommates; they were pretty upset, they had prepared something for you at breakfast.”
You gulped and pouted at how harsh Reggie was being. Not even a “happy birthday sweetheart.”
“So?”
“So?” you responded confused.
“Why are you here, hiding from the world on your most special day?”
“It’s raining,” you responded simply, looking out at the window again. You had held onto this naive hope that the rain would go away fast and that things would still be able to do your picnic, albeit slightly wet and murky; the possibility was still there. Except that said hope had been crushed when you heard a thunder ripple through the sky, making the entire window tremble with its might. It was no longer just rain; it was pretty much a storm.
“Yeah, I noticed.”
“My birthday is ruined.”
Reggie frowned and leaned in right next to you, peering down from where he was to look at you directly in the eyes, “Because of some silly rain?”
You huffed, “Because it was a picnic, Reggie!” you spat angrily and left the room out of there before he even had the chance to follow.
“Hey, wait!” he said as you left the place and sighed after not being able to find you at all. “I was gonna wish you a happy birthday,” he added in a sad tone as he pulled a small little envelope from his pocket. Forrest green paper and a silver bow, his birthday gift for you.
You had been running so fast with your disillusionment charm, looking back to make sure that Reggie wasn’t following that you didn’t notice the moment you crashed into someone, but he did, holding you by the shoulders as he stared at you. “Dove?” he asked as he tried to see through your charm.
You frowned and shut your eyes with a sigh. You might have been able to run from Reggie, but running away from Remus would be an impossible task. First of all, he was freakishly tall; second, he was literally a werewolf and fit as hell.
“Remus,” you said awkwardly, and he pulled you into a hug. “Happy Birthday,” he whispered into your ear, and you let out something between a sob and a laugh. Reggie caught up with the two of you a few seconds later and joined Remus’ hug.
“Happy birthday, you prat!” He said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Can’t believe you’d let Remus hug you but run away from me, your favorite boyfriend.”
“You’re not her favorite,” you heard another voice say from the side; you hadn’t seen him at all but apparently, Jamie had also been around. “That’s obviously me.”
Remus just rolled his eyes at the petty little fight they were about to start. James loved getting on Reggie’s nerves. The tension they’d build up with that would always end up satisfactorily for the two of them.
“Did you finish that?” Reggie asked, and James grinned.
“Duh,” he responded as he placed a hand on Reggie’s shoulder to be able to see your face; as much as he adored his boyfriend’s long hair, it was still way too long at the moment. In fact, a few inches and he’d basically be Sirius (but actually fuckable).
“Come on,” Remus said as you pulled away from him, finally letting the disillusionment charm go.
“Boys, you are very sweet but, I’d rather be alone for a while. You know I had this whole thing planned and–”
“Shhhh,” James said as he placed his hand on your shoulder. “Just shut up and let us guide you.”
“But I really am not in the mood for anything right now.”
“Except for moping around in a reading nook,” Regulus said with a shrug; he was walking a few steps behind the two of you.
You turned to him with a reproachful stare, and Remus just pulled you closer to him, not quite letting go of you yet in case you would try to run off and hide somewhere. Of course, they had the map, but you had found ways to cheat your way out of it since you were helping them make it impossible. But while that meant the map would be incredible, it also meant that you were among the only people who knew how to sneak away from them.
Sirius thought it was hilarious, but your boyfriends thought it was immensely annoying. “Are we going to the Ravenclaw common room?” you asked with a frown.
“Just let us take you there,” James responded with a self-assured smile. You tried not to pay attention to how handsome he looked, although the walk along with them, even if you weren’t going to admit it, had already made you feel a lot better. Especially with Regulus and James’ constant teasing of the other. So much that Reggie almost pushed James off the stairs but managed to pull him back just in time, and James pulled him in for a kiss.
“Boys, behave,” Remus huffed slightly exasperated; though there was a sly smile playing on his face, especially after he saw a similar one on yours.
By the time you had gone the entire flight of stairs, you and Rem were actually laughing along Jamie for some silly joke, and Regulus was really trying to hold back his laughter and keep a stoic face as James kept looking at him with a know-it-all smile and raised eyebrows as if daring him not to laugh.
“Oh, almost there,” James said as he walked behind you and placed his hands over your eyes.
“James, we’re still on the stairs; I can’t see shit,” you complained.
“We’ll catch you if you fall,” Reggie said casually, and you fought the blush creeping up your cheeks really hard.
You still had Rem’s hands, holding you by the waist as James helped you up the stairs, whispering in your ear whenever there was a new step and when you had to take a couple of steps up. By the time you stopped, you knew exactly where they were taking you but decided not to tell them. You didn’t want to ruin their little surprise.
“Okay,” James whispered. “Open your eyes,” he added as he slowly removed his hands from your face.
You actually gasped when you realized what had happened. Right there, in the middle of the room was your picnic cloth, the baskets Pomfrey had borrowed, and a bottle of sparkling wine along with cups and plates and a huge cake.
There were floating balloons on the ceiling, and even if the rain was storming just outside, the boys had charmed the area so the rain wouldn’t wet anything.
“How– but…”
James smiled as he walked in front of you and bowed down in an extremely exaggerated fancy waiter gesture, “that was actually Reggie’s idea,” he said as he placed his hands on Regulus’ shoulder, who almost scoffed in return. “He said you’d be upset, and we decided to make your picnic party even if it wasn’t by the lake like you had planned.” Then James pulled you towards him and planted a kiss on your lips, letting himself get carried away when you gasped and allowed him to deepen the kiss. When he pulled back, you were breathing heavily, and he had a cocky smile on his face. “Happy birthday, my love,” he added.
You let out a diverted scoff, and the boys guided you towards the picnic. You were reclined against Reggie after you’d said sorry for running away from him, and he was rubbing his hands over your arm as James started serving some of the sparkling wine.
The letter from your friend had been somewhere inside the picnic basket, and Remus was the one who pulled it open. It exploded into a bunch of confetti and then turned into a howler of your friend singing “Happy Birthday” at the top of her lungs and with a rather off-pitch, but you were so happy you could only smile as you continued to listen. Regulus was looking at you in a judging manner.
“She’s a terrible singer,” he whispered in your ear.
“Shut up, she’s lovely!”
“And you’re deaf,” he added. “And I might be too now.”
“Shut up, Regulus!” the howler said as it stopped mid-song; he turned towards it genuinely petrified. Remus’ snigger was barely audible.
So she had asked for his help after all. “Still can’t believe you’re dating a Slytherin,” she added and then continued with her song. Once it was over, the howler moved a little closer to you. “Hope you’re having the best day ever, and that the boys treat you right. If not, I’ll make sure to call Sirius and make a plan with him to make all of their lives absolutely miserable,” there was a small pause, “Love you to the moon and back, my dear flower,” she added, and then the howler turned into more confetti and some gold glitter.
“Should I be jealous?” James teased.
“Of her? Probably,” you joked then leaned onto him again.
The rest of the night was spent smiling, joking, and enjoying the delicious food Bub had worked on all night. The boys had caught her in the halls looking for you, and she had happily given them the food along with a small present for you. Reggie had gotten you a necklace with a star, Remus a stunningly bound copy of your favorite book, and James had gotten you a ring with the sun on it.
And that’s how your birthday was spent, in between tears of laughter, delicious food, and surrounded by the sun, the moon, and the star.
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Animal Well Update: I spent a good amount of time playing it when I get home, and this game has some DEPTH. I stopped playing once my total Animal Well playtime hit 12 hours, and here’s my progress.
-I have 51 Eggs. 13 left until I get the True Ending, from what I understand
-I got the 3 Medals and Accessed all the Circular Recesses
-I think I’ve gotten all of the items, although there are a couple spots that make me think maybe theres a secret item I’m missing because I can’t think of how to get to them. Then again I JUST got the UV thing, so I’m sure there’s a lot to reveal with that.
-I believe I’ve found 4 or 5 of the bunnies. I would list them here, but I’m trying to not spoil for others. (And I think I know how to get another one)
And while I tried to do as much as I could without looking things up, I may as well share what I did have to look up (mostly due to being impatient). I’ll once again be speaking vaguely to prevent spoilers
-I had to look up what the 5 Arrow Codes did, but I found them all myself.
-I looked up the Kangaroo locations since wandering until it showed up was gonna take forever, especially since I was never ready when it showed up
-I looked up the solution to find one egg because I was confused and it was late
-Looked up the location of the last match.
-I know that the secrets go deeper than the bunnies but dont know what exactly they are (I didnt spoil the true ending dw)
My next order of business when I get home from work today is probably going to be backtracking the map with the new items and seeing if I find anything. I have a sneaking suspicion about what kind of ability I’ll get for finding all 64 eggs that’s kinda taunted me since the beginning of this game.
One of the most rewarding experiences of this game so far has been allowing myself to become familiar with the world of Animal Well to the point where I feel like I know the place like the back of my hand. I’ve been charting out fast travel on the map like a subway system. And despite how well I feel like I know this world, there are still 13 hidden Eggs I need to find.
I’m probably gonna watch other people’s streams of this game today. Will probably watch the Any% Speedrun too (in hopes there arent any spoilers)
Needless to say, this game’s been growing on me more and more and more. I can’t imagine how crazy it must’ve been to play this game on launch day. I guess I’ll post another one of these tomorrow morning.
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I had a pretty productive day playing sdv today!! 😄 For context I am currently Winter 16, Year 3
Winter 11 - got my first ancient fruit!! I found an ancient fruit artifact back during Year 1 - I gave it to Gunther & he gave me a single seed but my dumbass assumed that ancient fruit seeds are a one-time harvest & I would have to keep replanting them (I confused them for starfruit...) so bc of that assumption, I never bothered planting my ancient fruit seed. I was scared it'd take me forever to get a second seed (my dumbass fr forgot the seed maker exists) but at the end of fall, I was like "yolo, I'll just plant it & see if anything good comes out of it 🤷" It's been growing ever since then but Winter 11, I got my first harvest ❤️ I put it into the seed maker & it gave me back 2 more seeds so those are growing now. My greenhouse is strawberries only but I plan to replace them with ancient fruit. I've been told the game feels too easy and boring once I start growing ancient seeds so that's something I'm concerned about. But I'm also aiming for 100% perfection so idkkkk. I plan on making a new save after completion to keep myself from getting bored with sdv but I also need the 10mil clock for perfection, & the fruit would help financially. so idk!!! I'm worried but not worried
Winter 11 - First prismatic shard drop in the caverns! I've earned two prismatic shards before. One found in a mystic stone in the quarry, and my second from reaching the top of the volcano dungeon. But I've never gotten any rare drops like this one during a cavern run so this was definitely exciting. I have been avoiding the Skull Caverns for literally foreverrrrr. The ONLY reason why I bothered going into the caverns was because I need dino mayo for the missing bundle, and ig dino eggs are better dropped in the caverns... I'm still very new to skull caverns so I was not expecting to get one this early and it made my night!! I got this one on floor 48 I think, which adds to the excitement bc all the bad drops are at these levels
Winter 13 - I finally did all of Mr. Qi's quests (just like skull caverns, I've been too terrified of doing anything Qi related so I've been avoiding him LIKE THE PLAGUE.) I was finally allowed access to the casino and I dunno why I was ever scared bc he honestly seems cool af (but yes im still scared of him for some reason)
Winter 14 - my first time seeing the 10 heart event with Harvey 🥺 HONESTLY........... I like Harvey. I think he's adorable........ but I cannot bring myself to LOVE him. I can't! I want to join the Harvey hype train so bad but I JUST CANT. He's missing that little something, that oomf, that I need to be able to love him. Plus, he's the town doctor and IDK the patient/doctor situation does not help. But I like his character!! And his cutscene was so cute!! I myself can't see romance with Harvey, but it's fine, I'm loyal to my beloved emo frog boy 💙
Winter 15 - I got another two prismatic shards from omni-geodes! I had about 110 geodes from the skull caverns (I did not realize how easy it is to get them from the skull caverns) so I spent that morning bouncing between my farm and Clint's. I donated one to the missing bundle and the second to Gunther
Definitely a productive day!! My to-do list for tomorrow is super long too
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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part three)
Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)
Ot7 x reader (roommates au, fluff, slow burn, jin has so much room in his heart, everyone's getting used to you)
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Growing up, Jin was confused why people made such a big deal about liking boys or girls. He found it strange why people made big deals about anything, really, and at his ripe age of 29, he still didn't get why it mattered what anyone else did.
He was pretty in touch with his sense of self and tried not to overthink it. Some of the others had more rigid labels, but not Jin. He liked men, mostly, but that didn't mean he found women unattractive, and if it felt right, he wouldn't be opposed to dating one. He just thought that time had past, falling into routine with the other pieces of his soul in a place they had made home. They were perfect, their big loud family, and some would argue that seven is already too much.
But Namjoon's always had a way of surprising him, and while he had not technically brought you here with the intention of making you a permanent part of their lives, Jin knows that you wouldn't be this important to Namjoon if you weren't something special, and he's always trusted Namjoon's judgment.
Jin's being ridiculous of course, he usually is, even he could admit. He often jumps to conclusions without thinking things all the way through, and indulges in fleeting daydreams before resigning himself back to reality. Friends is a more likely result of all this. But the romantic in him is always thinking.
And honestly, walking in on you half covered in flour, a mixing bowl bigger than your head in front of you as you pored over the recipe for 'Perfect Chocolate Chip Waffles!' Jin had pinned to the fridge was enough fodder for Jin's domestic daydreams.
The other brats in this house treated cooking with him as a chore-- teasingly, he knew. If he really expressed how much he wanted to cook with them, they'd join in a heartbeat, but its nice to have someone that just shares the same enthusiasm as you-- maybe with you here, he'd have a cooking buddy.
And honestly, you worried Jin a little. You were a little on the underfed side, wrists too thin and appetite too small. Its been a week since you'd gotten here and the food he left out for you was only ever half eaten. You were tall and lanky, only about an inch shorter than Jimin, but the slim man had more meat on his bones than you.
Maybe, if he could get you to help him more in the kitchen, you'd actually sit at the table for dinner where he could keep and eye on you.
For now though, he'd make sure you didn't cover everything in waffle batter.
"Lower the mixing speed," he said, making his presence known instead of lurking in the doorway. "And you didn't add nearly enough chocolate chips." He tossed in another fourth of the bag, holding the bowl steady while you flipped the switch on.
"Oh, thank you." You chirped.
You had woken up early, too exhausted for job hunting today and decided to try and make something for the people graciously letting you stay in their house.
Eggs? Cinnamon buns? Pancakes? You settled on chocolate chip waffles after seeing the recipe and fancy looking waffle maker on the shelf. You hoped they wouldn't mind and that the waffles would soften any anger.
How many waffles do eight people need? You always ate at least two, but these were grown men, and you had observed from the aftermath of the dinners that they ate a lot.
You had been trying not to but, in the process of baking, you effectively made a mess. Butter smears on the counter, flour all over the floor, and maybe you ate more of the chocolate chips than you should've (but they were tasty!)
When Seokjin came to help you, you were honestly thankful. You were scared of messing something up without knowing it, the pristine kitchen daunting in its foreigness, so with him here you felt less scared to be in the kitchen.
The two of you stood there for a moment watching the mixture spin before he turned to you. "You know, Yoongi forgot to buy the whipped cream last he went to the store," he smiled like he was sharing a secret with you. "You wanna learn how I make my 'Amazing Homemade Whipped Cream'?"
And of course you did.
You got all the ingredients-- heavy cream and powdered sugar, and a dash of vanilla-- and set to mixing. Jin insisted that it tasted better when hand mixed, and made it easier to prevent overwhipping.
You grabbed the whisk, trying to make fast, tight circles to whip the mixture quickly. "Wait, no, not quite so fast," Jin grabbed your hand over the whisk, his chest pressing into your back momentarily. "Be a bit looser, try to get it all mixed, not just the center." Your hands moved as one for a long moment, your heart speeding up a bit. You told yourself to calm down, he was just showing you how to whisk.
"Like this?" You asked, blinking up at him through your lashes-- as the man was much taller than you and very close-- then blinking more when some flour fell off your eyelash.
"Good girl, that's perfect. Hold still and I'll wipe that flour off you, okay?" He grabbed a napkin, wetting it a little, and went to gently wiping the flour off your face. He had grasped your chin, tilting it up ever so slightly and you had averted your eyes to the buttons on his night shirt.
This is fine. He is just wiping flour off your face. He called you a good girl in a totally casual, friendly way, no big deal. You glanced up for a second seeing his warm smile accompanied by a flicker of something darker and hungrier in his eyes, and glanced away again.
He eventually released you, deciding to start cooking the waffles now that all the chips had been mixed in and you were otherwise occupied with whipping.
One by one, you watched the waffle stack pile up high, and eventually finished the bowl of whipped cream.
"Would you do me a favor and start brewing some coffee? Yoongi can't live without it and I'm craving a cup today too." Jin said, flipping another waffle out the machine.
"Sure." You answered, tapping at the fancy Keurig coffeemaker and making the flavors Jin told you he and Yoongi liked. You popped another one in there, only half thinking, one you remembered Namjoon liked, and ended up preparing a whole cup for him-- the cream, sugar, and syrup you would use before when you two would pull all-nighters-- before realizing Jin hadn't asked you to make this one.
"Who's that for?" He asked, as you placed down the third cup shakily.
"Umm... Namjoon, I guess. I kinda made it without thinking."
Jin had a knowing smile on his face. "Old habits, huh?"
You chuckled. "Yeah, I guess. Namjoon's parents had a Keurig too, when I stayed over I'd make him coffee. He doesn't like coffee much but he always said he loved when I made it." A small smile slipped out and you bit your lip to try and hide it.
"That's cute." Jin bumped his hip with yours. "Was Namjoon always such a hopeless romantic?"
You thought hard, tilting your head. "No? Not at first, anyway. He was hard to get close to. I thought he hated me at first, honestly. But after he would be kinder, more spontaneous, he'd take me on bike rides or out for ice cream randomly."
"Hmm. Maybe he learned it from you." A teasing smile this time. You dismissed the thought. "I doubt it, he's--"
Light footsteps coming into the kitchen interrupted your train of thought. Yoongi came in looking like death, skin pale and the bags under his eyes dark. "Coffee." He grumbled.
"You handed him his cup, a dark blue mug Jin said was his favorite. He took a sip, plopping into a stool next to the kitchen island.
"Mm, this is better than usual babe." Yoongi paused to say, only for a moment before taking another gulp.
"Y/n made the coffee actually." Jin said, plopping out another waffle.
Yoongi directed his attention to you. "Can you make it like this every day?"
"I could try?" You shrugged, the oversized shirt you slept in slipping your shoulder. Jin fixed it back for you.
"Please stay forever." Yoongi begged, drowning himself in coffee again.
"Yah, you never ask me to stay forever when I make you a good cup. What's so special about this one?" Jin had his arms on his hips now, staring down Yoongi and tapping his foot.
Yoongi took a second to breathe, already having downed half his cup. "It's not ridiculously sweet."
"I don't make mine ridiculously sweet!"
"You do, you always add extra sugar--"
"Sorry for assuming you wouldn't want to drink a cup of dirt!"
You broke out in giggles, unable to help yourself, thinking the situation was hilarious. Yoongi gestured at you, mug still in his hand. "See, even y/n thinks you're being ridiculous."
"I didn't say that," you gasped, shocked at being suddenly put on the spot.
"Y/n! How could you betray me like this? After I shared my Amazing Homemade Whipped Cream recipe with you?" Jin turned to you, mouth open in faux shock.
"Oh, please, you stole that from Food Network." Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully. "Besides, I don't have to worry about you going anywhere. Lord knows we couldn't you get to leave even if we tried."
"That's right, so you better enjoy the things I make for you! Y/n's not gonna be here forever."
Yoongi turned to address you again. "When you get a place of your own, would you be willing to come over everyday to make me coffee?"
"That depends. Do I have to wake up this early?"
"I'll drink coffee at midnight if it's this good."
"You drink coffee at midnight anyways." Jin scoffed.
"Okay, then its a deal." You nodded.
"I can't believe you, plotting to get rid of me in front of my own eyes!"
You laughed again, interacting so simply with them being very new to you. But maybe this is just how they were. Maybe they weren't so scary, like you thought, because for the past week you've been a bit... tense.
Well, okay, you were way past tense.
You were sure you'd never been so anxious in your life.
You felt so confused when you first got here, what does one even do when sharing a house with their ex and his six boyfriends?
Hide, apparently, because that's all you've been doing.
Well, not all. You had a schedule worked out.
You would wake up super early. This was mostly involuntary. Sleep came slowly to you nowadays and left just as quickly. You would go out and look for potential places of business to apply for. Namjoon's place was right in the middle of the city so these weren't hard to come by. However, looking for places that accepted college dropouts, especially from design school was difficult. You would do this for awhile, sometimes coming back at breakfast, sometimes at noon.
Namjoon would call when you stayed out too long, tell you he saved you breakfast, tell you to come home.
(Home? That place didn't seem to quite fit you. Them, sure, with their endless decorations and awards and pictures on the wall. You had no place there, no sign of your stay there. And it was honestly for the better. As soon as you could get financially stable again, you'd be out of there, and away from Namjoon and his picture perfect life, where you didn't belong anymore.)
Next, once you were home you would walk around the outskirts of the, frankly, huge house. There was a cluster of pretty flowers and bushes, tucked away in the corner of the backyard. Namjoon or someone seemed to have had a garden running at some point, but now it was overgrown weeds and shrubs and wildflowers. You had found gardening equipment in a nearby shed and had taken to fixing it up again.
The wildflowers were just too pretty though, so whatever you plucked you'd sit up in a plain looking vase you found in a cabinet, hoping they wouldn't be upset about you using it without permission, and placed it on the kitchen table. Someone must've noticed, picking it up and putting it back down, because it was be shifted around the table some days, twisted a different direction than you put it down.
You would sit on the bench swing, also seemingly abandoned, half hidden behind bushes. You were perfectly in the shade and could stare up at the clouds for hours, or read a book. There was a pool you were too scared to use, not that you had a bathing suit for it anyways, but you weren't sure how much liberty you had in treating this place like a hotel. You would stare into it though, at your reflection, wondering what other people saw when they looked at you.
You'd also picked up origami, making cute little turtles and bunnies and bears and snails, everything you could find a tutorial for. You did this inside and outside. Late at night, when most of the guys were in bed cuddling and talking and other things, you'd sit free and undisturbed in the living room. Sometimes you would sketch or paint out on the porch, you had so much more time to get back to your hobbies now that you weren't constantly scrounging for a meal.
Of course, sometimes, sleep would get the better of you, and folding paper can only be so entertaining. One blink, then two, then you're gone, laying back on the couch with paper animals around you.
Which is how the guys would often find you, face pressed soft against the cushion, and some would place a blanket over you.
Namjoon would sometimes carry you back to your room, if only to press you closer a little. The cute scrunch of your nose when fighting to stay asleep was so hard to look away from. It reminded him of lost nights, sleepless and sleepy all at once, feeling like you had to spill all your secrets before bed, all your theories on the universe. And the origami you'd been working on was becoming pretty precise. He scooped up a handful of paper animals, fitting them in around the house. You would wake up sometimes and go to make breakfast only to pass your origami added to the mix of trinkets on the fireplace.
The kitchen table, Jin decided, had been missing a centerpiece. The wildflowers you selected looked so perfect, like they belonged there all along. Everyday a new assortment of bright yellows, pinks, purples, and green would be sitting on his tabletop. How had you been struggling before when everything you did seemed worth paying millions for? He would pick up the case, turn it, twist it, look at in the light, in the shade, everything. How you managed to find something pretty in that old vine-ruined garden was beyond him, but he is eagerly waiting for what you bring every morning next.
Jungkook had seen better canvases. Out on the porch, you leave your paintings to dry, your sketches to tan to in the sun. He had better canvases, sitting somewhere in the house probably. The canvas you used was cheap, turning even your most delicate strokes rough and shoddy. And yet, they still had charm to them. Maybe it was the colors. Jungkook could even recognize a painting you did from following along with a Bob Ross video, signed with a cute lil heart next to your initials in the corner. Maybe he'll ask to join next time, if he could catch you out of your room. (If he wasn't too shy.)
After the creative activities of the day, you'd watch movies or TV in your room, trying to sleep but failing. You'd eat dinner in your room, too. You had made a habit out of using your phone less, using too much data was more than you could afford.
The first couple nights you cried a little and then one night you cried a lot, but you've been doing that less since you found a cute yellow puppy plushie sitting outside your door for you. When you felt like crying, you'd hold it and think about who in the house might have placed this welcoming gift. Maybe Namjoon, maybe Jin, but whoever it was, it was a reminder that maybe you weren't totally unwelcome here.
Because honestly, as nice as the first night's dinner was, you felt like you were. They all worked like crazy, some staying only to work at home all day, computer keyboards clacking and phone calls leaking out from closed doors. It made you scared to make more than a peep, and not just that, but you felt as if you being avoided.
You had had a pleasant conversation with him that first night, but Taehyung seems to have changed his opinion on you, slipping out the room when you entered or avoiding eye contact, and Hoseok also seemed to be maintaining a friendly impersonalness on your interactions, polite but never more. And Jungkook was a combination of both, always trying to slip away, but made the effort to at least say hello and goodbye.
It only spurred your need to escape the house, to avoid having to make them pretend in their own home.
You were brought back into reality by loud footsteps this time. "Mmm, is that waffles?" Namjoon stumbled into the kitchen, sleepily, kissing Yoongi on the cheek and then Jin. He turned to you and blinked, suddenly more awake. You were usually gone to... wherever you go so early in the morning by now. It was nice though, to see you talking and laughing in his kitchen with his family. It felt... right.
"Good morning," he ended up saying.
"Good morning." you said back.
"She made you a coffee," Jin cut in, taking out the last waffle and placing the full plate onto the island in the kitchen, pulling out table mats and cutlery.
"You did?" Namjoon blinked at you again, surprised. He didn't usually drink coffee, usually going for tea in the mornings, but he sure wasn't going to turn you down.
You nodded, handing him the cup, and he might've brushed his fingers over yours even though there was enough space not to, but soon that moment was gone and you were watching expectantly for his reaction to the coffee. "I don't think I made it exactly like I used to, but here."
Like you used to. Smooth and creamy and sweet, the way Namjoon is always hoping for whenever he makes coffee for himself, deciding to try it again, but he can never make it quite right, the way you do.
You were here though, and making it for him again. Maybe he'll be drinking it more. He took a long sip, feeling the warmth flood into his skin like a blanket wrapped around him. He smiled involuntarily. "It's perfect. Thank you."
You nodded, looking away now, fiddling with your fingers. "You're welcome."
"You know what?" Jin cut in. "We should eat in the family room today, watch a movie, maybe? We're all home for once."
"Sounds nice." Yoongi placed down his empty mug. Namjoon nodded.
"Great, why don't you and Y/n go get comfy, and me and Yoongi will bring the food and wake everyone else."
"Oh, me too?"
"Of course, darling, you live here so you're a part of whatever we do. Movie nights, game nights, family dinners."
"Oh."
"Come on, let's go sit. The family room has a bunch of cozy blankets and this big screen door, its nice when it gets cold and we just let the morning air flow in."
You nodded. "Everything about this house is so beautiful. You're all very creative if you designed it yourselves. But I guess that only makes sense considering you all have creative careers."
"Yeah, it definitely comes in handy. Not so much with the paperwork stuff though." He joked. "It was really Tae and Jimin who took control of the whole thing. They have a real eye for stuff like this."
"Maybe in another life we'd get along." You smiled wryly.
"I'm sorry. Jimin can be... standoffish, when it comes to strangers. And I'm to blame for not telling everybody about us." He held the door to the movie room open for you to enter, the comfortable couches and chairs and fluffy blankets and pillows on every available surface.
You walked in slowly, coming to a stop in the middle of the room. He thought that would be the end of it, that you would just pick a seat and sit and you both would catch up on each other's lives maybe, but then you said, "It's fine, Namjoon. It's not like there's much to tell."
He paused in his walk into the room, thrown off by the way you said that, almost dispassionately. "What?"
"I just mean, we dated for a bit, it didn't work out, we moved on. I'd hardly say it's worth mentioning." You turned to him, talking as if discussing the weather casually.
"Hardly worth mentioning? Our parents knew each other."
"Because they were neighbors."
"So what, you think our whole relationship was just because we were neighbors?"
"No, of course not, we were best friends. It's just, we confused that closeness for romance."
"That's what you think?"
"Well, what do you think?"
Namjoon didn't get a chance to answer, Jin entering the room with two giant bowls of popcorn and everybody in tow. Jimin and Hoseok still looked half asleep.
"You two haven't sat down yet? Pick a couch, go ahead."
You went and sat on a single hanging chair in the corner, and wrapped the blanket folded on the chair over yourself, curling up like a cat.
Namjoon sighed and sat down on of the larger couches, Jin immediately snuggling into his side and Jimin into the other, falling back asleep. Taehyung and Jungkook started to argue over what movie to put on.
"What's wrong?" Jin murmured quietly into his ear. Namjoon shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. Jin continued, "Did you two argue or something?" Namjoon's silence told him all he needed to know and he faced the television again as Shang-Chi started to play.
Namjoon couldn't be entirely surprised. He hoped you'd think better of him than someone who dated you out of some strange confusion of their feelings but it's probably what he deserved for letting you go so quickly, when you probably needed him most, considering how the years seemed to have treated you.
What he thought of your relationship was that it felt right. Like home. And maybe he was looking at all through rose-tinted glasses, or maybe you'd felt differently the whole time, but he hoped that he was a comfort for you too, back then.
He knew then that he would have his work cut out for him. Since you've been here you've dismissed any sort of offer for companionship, any movie nights or outings to places nearby. If he was going to make you feel comfortable here he'd have to start with fixing what had obviously broken.
Your spirit.
#ot7 x reader#ot7 x yn#bts x y/n#bts x reader#poly! bts x reader#gbist#namjoon realizes he's made mistakes#your self esteem is in the garbage#m/c is trying so hard to act like she doesn't exist she may as well be living in the walls
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A (not so) boring afternoon.
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Characters: Uchiha Obito & Uchiha Shisui
Rating G
3630 words.
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Hanging out and having nothing to on a boring hot summer afternoon Obito and his cousin Shisui fall back into old pranking habits.
Cicadas were singing off in the distance, a constant humm of nature all around them as ice cream was dripping slowly over their fingers. Shisui had taken his shoes off and was trailing his toes over the surface of the river, eating away lazily at the ice cream cone. Obito was leaning back next to him, feet crossed, sweat running in droves from his forehead. The Jōnin vest was too warm, even with the short sleeves and Obito regretted that he had put it on in the first place in the morning. Summers were much much too hot.
Obito had this habit of hanging out with Shisui, at first only to get some extra cash as a babysitter, but now that Shisui was older they genuinely just spend time together, even without a cash incentive. Today Obito had been free of missions and found Shisui sitting at the river and decided to join him, after getting both of them ice creams. They had talked about this and that, mostly the hot weather and the thunderstorm from last night, but they had run out of topics quickly so now they were just sitting around.
“Boring”, Shisui hit the nail on the head, dipping his foot in and out of water. Obito wiggled underneath his vest, trying to get it to stop sticking to his sweaty torso. “Yeah”, he replied, “Do you have an idea what to do?”
Shisui shrugged in reply, but then his eyes lit up with excitement: “You know what I’d love to do Obito-nii?” And there need not be any more words. Ever since Obito had looked after Shisui they had always performed pranks together, preferably on Kakashi or Itachi (or both together since they spend time in the same ANBU team). Somehow they were in sync when it came to that and they had gotten quite the reputation among the Uchiha for being general delinquents. Their reputation didn’t matter to them as long as they were having this much fun together and Obito loved teaching Shisui new stuff.
“Kakashi should come home from a mission today”, Obito winked. “He should be tired, and less deceptive.” Shisui gave a thumbs up back: “I’ll go buy the eggs.” This was not their first rodeo.
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Opening the window frames was easy enough, Obito also took care to have the protective seals around the apartment deactivated. Shisui slipped in, not taking his shoes off to stealth through the room to the bathroom. Kakashi didn’t own much, perpetually against hoarding and so there wasn’t much to go around. Obito stayed at the window, trusting that his cousin had been trained enough in their time together to get it done. The one they were attempting now was a classic and Kakashi was stupid enough to fall for it each time.
Shisui wall climbed up the sides and placed a little nest with four eggs they had bought off the market in them. It wasn’t easy to balance, but of all his talents maybe this was his biggest. He moved to the side, still stuck against the wall and admired his work. Obito closed his eyes to feel for Kakashi’s chakra signature. He was definitely closing in on them, walking slow and slouched, head probably stuck in a book. Obito whistled as quietly as he could, a signal Shisui and he had always used to alert each other and Shisui stopped looking at the eggs and on swift feet jumped back to the window.
They hid beneath the leaves of the trees just outside the window. It gave them a good view of the apartment, especially the entry to the bathroom. Obito sent out feelers again and yes Kakashi was right there on the other side, fiddling for his keys in his ANBU uniform. “He is here”, Obito said and Shisui grinned in the way he only did when he was really enjoying himself. The door opened and they could see a very tired Kakashi walk inside. His lids were hanging lower than usual and his arms were dirty and burned. He must have been out in the sun all week long.
First Kakashi didn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing their prank realised. He walked around his apartment, made himself some cold brew tea and took off his vest. “Come on”, Shisui whispered, emphasis on the last word, he was getting impatient. Sitting crouched on a tree was a normal day for a shinobi, but that didn’t mean it made it any less uncomfortable. Finally he pulled his top over his head and made way to the bathroom, probably to put the dirty clothes into the washer. Obito and Shisui exchanged a look.
Kakashi opened the door with quick movement and while the watchers outside could not see the little nest crack, they did see the four eggs fall down. Two pairs of sharingan eyes watched in excitement as they cracked on the silver hair, spilling yolk over his face and shoulders. The cousins laughed and Shisui pushed his elbow into Obito’s side: “Works every time.” Obito grinned back: “Yes, he is just an idiot.” A split second later someone appeared right next to them in the tree.
There was still egg smeared over his face, but he had already cleaned up quite some of it. “Funny”, Kakashi said dryly, the uncovered eye watching them lazily. “It was, yes,”Shisui said and clapped his hands together.
“Wow, your life must be very interesting if you have the time to hang out with teenagers during such a nice summer day,” Kakashi said, voice still dry and seemingly bored, now aimed at Obito. “No wonder nobody wants to date you.”
Obito scooched backwards: “T-That’s not true!”
“It’s a little true,” Shisui said.
“You’re not supposed to take his side”, Obito pulled on Shisui’s ear.
Kakashi watched the interaction go down and then he shrugged his shoulders. “Well I guess I wanted to go shower anyway. I’m glad I never fail to make you laugh with this.” He waved his flat hand and disappeared again. “Insane that he acts like he let himself get pranked on purpose,” Obito rolled his eyes.
Shisui patted his cousin on the hand: “You are both good at making yourself believe stuff that's not true.” Maybe Obito had brought this cheeky attitude on himself. After all, he had always taken Shisui with him on these little prank adventures. Must have rubbed off. He showed his cousin the tongue.
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Half an hour later they sat back against another tree again, sweating even in the shadows of leaves. Pranking Kakashi was always fun, especially if he then went on to pretend like he was unbothered, but it had been a short lived excitement. Just about an hour had passed since they’d left the river and they were already out of things to do.
“I think Itachi is out training,” Shisui mentioned, throwing a dry stone up and down in the air in front of him. “Though it might be even too hot for him. Maybe he is back at his house.” He looked to his older cousin and Obito wiped the sweat off his brow.
“In the house huh?” Obito said, an idea forming in his mind. Shisui nodded. “Well I then might know what we could do, but we would need a plastic bag for that..” Obito started, the smile on his face showing off his excitement at the new plan “... and we need to take a trip to the forest first.”
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They snuck through the backyard of the Uchiha compound moving from shadow to shadow as if they were on a secret mission. There was no reason to hide other than for the fun of it. Shisui led Obito ahead, hand grabbing tight around the little bag he had put together. When they arrived at the house of the clan head Shisui could hear the movement inside.
Itachi wasn’t there. Shisui noticed that immediately. Probably his first instinct had been right and Itachi was out training. Mikoto was inside with Sasuke, but it was nothing they could not work around. He looked up at his cousin who was towering over him, sharingan active in his one eye. “Should we prank Sasuke instead?” he asked and Obito shrugged his shoulders before nodding. “He’s heading for the entrance, whe should hurry”, Obito pointed with a finger.
Obito climbed over the side of the house first and let himself down on the other side without being noticed, never leaving the shadows, Shisui followed suit, grinning from ear to ear. This was why hanging out with Obito was more fun than any other older relative. They always did stupid stuff like this together. The entry door to the house was half opened, which was a stroke of luck otherwise they’d have to get in somehow. Inside of the building they could hear Sasuke’s thin voice talking to his mother, though they could not make out the words. He really was coming back out, they needed to hurry.
Shisui went to his knees on the doormat, picking out the smallest shoes still displayed on the shoe shelf. He handed the bag he had been holding to Obito who grinned devilishly when he took out what was inside. They had dug through the soil in the outside forest to get thick snails that had hid there since the thunderstorm last night. The slithering animals were thick with slime still from being muddled on top of each other. Obito fished one especially big one out of the bag and placed it under the front facing part of the sandal. Shisui took a second one, almost equally as fat in size and pressed it under the shoe on the other side. They still had some snails left, but that was enough. Sasuke’s feet just weren’t as big.
To cap it off they put the shoes back into the shelf and then Obito sealed the bag away in a scroll to keep for other boring days. “Go”, Shisui mouthed, his little face red from excitement and heat and Obito nodded and gave a thumbs up before disappearing out of the house into the shadow of a thick apple tree. “Sasuke, are you here?” Shisui yelled into the house, knocking his shoes against the entryway as if he had just arrived.
It took almost no time for the little boy to arrive. Eyes wide in surprise: “Shisui-nii?” He asked. “Brother is not here.”
Shisui nodded theatrically: “He has sent me to pick you up. He wants to train you personally today.” It was a little mean to use that against the little boy, who wanted nothing else but for his busy elder brother to spend time with him on the training field.
It seemed too good to be true to Sasuke too and he raised an eyebrow in suspicion: “That’s not like one of your pranks again, is it? Those are not funny.” He looked around the corner maybe to look for Obito and the real Obito pressed his body against the base of the tree so flat that he wasn’t seen. He also could barely contain a giggle.
“Would I ever lie about something like that?” Shisui said, his voice actually sounding offended by the accusation. Obito had trained his little cousin well in theatre antics. He couldn’t help but feel proud. The sentence fulfilled the intended purpose and Sasuke’s eyes lit up. He jumped forward onto the door mat and picked his shoes from the shelf. Luckily he grabbed them by the back, just like Shisui had suspected, so he did not notice the snails in the front. Sasuke didn’t even bother to sit down to put his shoes on and before he had noticed something was wrong both his feet were already in his sandals.
Having a sharingan now was such a practical tool, Shisui thought as he memorised the little boy moving his face into a deep, disgusted frown. Sasuke wiggled his toes lightly, eyes fixed on his older opposite. “W-what did you - eww”, he had finally seen the snails wiggle under his feet. Obito stepped out of the shadows giggling and clapping his hands. “That feels so disgusting below my feet,” Sasuke said, letting himself fall to the doormat so he could slip out of the sandals again. “And you promised me it wasn’t a prank!”
Shisui lifted his hands defensively: “I didn’t promise anything. I asked you if I would ever lie about Itachi training you and it turns out I would.” His smile grew so wide. Obito stepped next to his cousins and then leaned over to help Sasuke out of his sullied sandals. The boy’s face was still in a frown.
Obito knew he was already his least favourite relative so he gently put his hand on Sasuke’s hair: “How about we buy you an ice cream to make up for it?” Sasuke was still pouting.
Shisui was already cleaning out the shoes that Obito had taken off the boy, he shrugged his shoulders: “Plus, you could come with us and play a prank on Itachi if you like.” Now Sasuke too was smiling.
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Itachi was on the training field and actually throwing kunai into targets under the scorching sun. It was still unbearably hot, even with the sun slowly moving towards late afternoon. Sasuke had been filled in and stepped out of the shadows of the trees onto the field, excited to be part of this park this time. He didn’t quite understand what the older cousins were going for, but he was ready to fulfil his part of the mission. After all, he was going to become a great shinobi someday.
“Nii-san”, Sasuke said, finishing the last of the ice cream that Obito had bought him. Itachi dropped his weapons and turned around, a smile on his face that he only showed when Sasuke was around. “Oh, did you get some ice cream, Sasuke?” Itachi asked kindly and waited for his little brother to come closer. Sasuke thought about it for a second and recalled what Shisui had told him to say: “Mother bought it for me.” Itachi nodded. Lie delivered.
Now hands free from the ice cream cone Sasuke presented them: “Do you have some paper for me, brother?” Sasuke blinked as innocently as possibly, scratching his now snail free shoe over the dry ground. Itachi fiddled with the weapons pouch at his back and opened it to give it to his little brother: “There should be some in here.” Sasuke took the pouch and looked for the papers, but then he “accidentally” dropped the whole thing, leaving all the weapons scattered on the ground.
Steadily with a kind look on his face Itachi crouched down in front of his brother and before he packed in the contents of the pouch found the little handkerchief he had at the bottom. “Hands please”, he smiled and Sasuke presented them again. From the corner of his eye the boy could see a shadow moving over the field. Sasuke knew he had done his job and done his job well, judging by the unbothered look on Itachi's face. His brother had not noticed the little movement, or maybe not found it threatening enough to react.
“All done,” Itachi said and then proceeded to put the shuriken back where they were. Not two minutes passed and then Shisui’s voice was heard over the field: “Oh Itachi, here you are.”
Obito watched the scene from a tree branch not far away, the kunai he had picked up through swirling in and out with kamui hanging loose on his fingers. Sasuke had been a good bait to set and the only person who could have baited Itachi the way he did. Now Obito saw Shisui striding in, just like they had planned, hand lazily behind his head. Shisui was the master of being casual, not even Obito could do it as he could.
“Shisui”, Itachi said in surprise and there was a little blush on his cheeks when he did. Shisui waved in reply. “Oh Sasuke is here too”, Shisui winked at the boy and he immediately shot back: “Shisui-nii, haven’t seen you in a while! Really! It must have been a week ago!” Which was a bit much, but he was young and had done his job very well so far. Shisui nodded at him to confirm his words. He stopped in front of Itachi and put his head to his shoulder: “Training in this heat?”
“There is no bad time for training I think,” Itachi said way too wisely for a boy his age. Shisui shrugged his shoulders as if he had expected such an answer. “Well, what would you say about a little competition against me, huh? We could see who hits the most targets.” Shisui pointed with his finger to the round wooden plates hanging at the trees around them and then back down to the kunai on the ground.
Itachi shrugged his shoulders: “Why not?” He bent down forward and picked the kunai up. Right above him in the tree Obito grinned with excitement. Itachi didn’t notice a difference when he picked up the weapons, even as he spun them through his fingers and put them away. Shisui withstood the urge to look up to his cousin above them and bask in the triumph that their fake weapons were real enough to fool a prodigy like Itachi.
“I throw first,” Shisui said and opened his own weapon pouch. “And then you do. Whoever hits the most kunai in the bullseye wins.” Simple as that. Itachi went with a hand through his hair and nodded. Shisui put a kunai each around his fingers, and spun them around each other for a while before taking aim. He could have easily asked Obito-nii to help him hit the target through kamui, but Shisui wanted to do it himself. He narrowed his eyes to the things around him and then threw. The wood cracked upon impact. Even without cheating he had hit 8 kunai without trying too hard. Shisui was satisfied.
Shisui stepped behind Itachi, unable to keep the grin off his face now. He was too excited for what would happen next. Itachi couldn’t see his quiet excitement and spun the kunai around his fingers similarly to what Shisui had done. He aimed too, shoulders tightened up and stiff to keep his back straight. Then he threw and from where Obito was sitting he could see how all ten of them went in a straight line towards the bullseye. Well Itachi was outstandingly talented. Unfortunately, Itachi didn’t factor in his cousins.
All the weapons bounced off the target as if they had been repelled by it, flying in all directions and scattering on the ground. Sasuke squeaked to hold himself back from laughing, Shisui grinned, but Itachi just stood wide eyed in confusion. He stepped forward and picked one of the weapons up, holding it between thumb and index finger like some sort of cursed object. His hair swayed in his neck as he weighed his head to the side: “Oh, these are not real. How-?”
Obito jumped down right next to his younger cousin at the same time as Shisui started laughing out loud for real. “Well done Sasuke,” Obito said and offered the boy a high five, which he returned enthusiastically. “Nii-san, you fool”, Sasuke laughed and jumped a little from leg to leg.
“You- You replaced those?” Itachi said, “As a joke?” He was frustratingly unbothered.
Shisui frowned: “Does that not annoy you? You looked like an idiot for a second there!” He grinned again.
“Not particularly,” Itachi said honestly. “Last time you dropped a bucket of water on Senpai and me, that was also not particularly bothering. Other than having to dry your own clothes.” Pranking Itachi just wasn’t fun, Obito made a mental note to just double prank Kakashi next time. “I’m glad you included Sasuke though, he seemed to be having fun,” Itachi said, smiling his kind smile again. Obito looked at the boy, who was still jumping around a little.
“‘Tachi, come on, you have to admit you looked like an owl when you saw the kunai bouncing off like a ball,” Shisui punched his friend in the shoulder just lightly. “Be honest, you thought you were going crazy.” Itachi just shrugged. He was apparently unwilling to give them the satisfaction of winning.
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The sun was setting as Obito and Shisui were back again together on the riverbed where their afternoon had started. They had gotten some dango from a shop and ate them blissfully. Shisui dipped his feet in water again, humming in content. Obito watched his little cousin next to him, the brown locks moving in the hot air. The happy smile on his face made Obito feel happy instead. “I like hanging out with Obito-nii,” Shisui said unprompted and Obito looked down at him. “We always have so much fun.” Obito felt flustered at the compliment. He too enjoyed their time together, especially when it led to bothering Kakashi in some way. “Me too” Obito replied and looked over the river to the red sun setting.
Maybe pranking had started as a fun activity to do with a young cousin during babysitting hours, but it had now become a thing Obito really enjoyed doing, a downtime between missions. Shisui was fun and talented and loved pranking as much as Obito did and together they were the bother of everyone’s day. Obito liked that and as far as he could tell, Shisui liked that too.
“So,” Obito said finally, putting a hand on Shisui’s head, “who is going to be our next victim?” Shisui looked up, met his eye, and smiled his biggest sunshine smile.
#fanfiction things#uchiha obito#uchiha shisui#shisui uchiha#obito uchiha#naruto#naruto shippuuden#im sorry sasuke you little guy you did not deserve the snails
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Not So Bad
Modern Sukuna x Reader
Working late had been the bane of your existence, only getting worse when a certain man started showing up to your store’s parking lot to light his joints.
Word Count: 2.7K
Warnings: 18+ implied sex, mentions of weed.
(A/N: should I make a part 2? It seems pretty popular
Couldn’t come up with a name for the store so I used Anavrin from ‘YOU’)
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“11:00 pm? Again?” you rubbed the back of your head trying to hide your frustration, the store manager nodded his head, sighing you agreed to stay late at work again since the closer frankly did not want to stay. So now here you are grumbling as you finish sweeping the floor and checking it off your log. You worked at a high end grocery store named Anavrin, a store that swore to sell organic produce and products to the best of quality. You took up a job here in your senior year of high school, planning on working for a few months to save up for college. And yet… 4 years later you’re still here grumbling at the extra hours you had taken. After your second year of working you had a promotion to supervisor… woo hoo!!... but it turned out it was more responsibility than expected. But it paid a little more and you could not argue with that.
‘I should be a little more optimistic, I’m graduating uni this year’ you’d tell yourself anytime you wanted to pull your hair out because of your measly job. You finished turning off the lights and locking the door, sighing as you felt the cold fall air hit your tired face, taking a deep breath of fresh air… wait a second “Who the fuck is smoking weed!” you yelled in a girly voice, as if this day was not long enough. Since you were in charge of a proper closing you marched off towards a tall man leaning against the back of the store, laughing and conversing on his phone. It was a little nostalgic, you remembered your highschool days, sneaking around and smoking pot in strange places. But he was not as young as a teenager, in fact his build made him look older than you.
“Hey! I’m going to ask you to leave, this is a smoke free property” You tried saying sternly gesturing to the sign right above them that read “no smoking” in bold letters. But your short stature compared to the man made you look like a kid waving your arms around attempting a snake dance.
“What on earth is this?” a man with pink hair and face tattoos said “I’m so scared, I should be so ashamed for not reading the sign” he cackled as he pressed the joint to his lips and inhaled again. “My apologies”
He did not look sorry at all.
“Look, I’ve had a long day. I’d like to go home so please go to a proper location or I’ll-” but you’re cut off with the joint stuffed to your pretty lips.
“You’ll what cutie?” he smirked as you stared at him dumbfounded, the joint stuck to your lip as you tried to figure out a reaction. But the man was already on his way towards his motorbike. Of course he had a motorbike. “First one’s always free darling, next time I’ll charge ya” he winked as he put his helmet on and sped off.
“Mother fucker” you swore and banged your head against the brick wall. ‘Never am I staying late again’ you groaned. You walked to your car, but not without tucking the joint safely in your pocket for when you got back home.
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And that was your first of many nightly encounters with the pink haired man. You were not surprised to see him anymore in the parking lot, either smoking, laughing with friends or just sitting on his bike staring at his phone. You learned his name was Sukuna… you had asked for it during the nth time you threatened to call the cops. You also learned he sold weed to the store manager, so he pretty much had a free pass on smoking here.
“Working late again (name)? My, they must pay you a lot for you to stay here.” he smirked, watching you with grinning eyes. Your annoyance shot up at the mention of your little over minimum wage pay. They definitely were not paying you enough for the store, but giving you a delinquent like this guy… you had written your resignation letter a few times after his nightly visits. You ignored him as you walked to your car, heavy footsteps followed “I brought ya a little something” He grinned handing you a baggy with a cookie “It’s on the house, made ‘em myself”. Eyes narrowed as you tilted your head up to glare at him, but realized you were a lot closer than you expected. You could hear him breathe, feel the heat off his body and smell the spicy cologne he was wearing as you breathed a little too loudly trying to inhale the scent. “Not today darling, that package is for another date” he winked.
Oh my God.
What have you done? Sure he was hot and you didn’t mind the view, but his mouth made up for that. He was like an evil version of a talking cat. Opening his mouth to smite you, prideful like one and given the opportunity would sit on your face if you were lying down. Wait what?
“I’m not interested in you like that!” you squeeked.
He tilts his head to the side, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand “Then how are you interested in me?”
“I’m not interested unless you’re a customer, or an employee here or something!” Frustrated, you grabbed the zip loc with the cookie in it “And I’ll be confiscating this!”
“Sure thing, I made it just for you. It's a special recipe”
“I’ll let the cops know!” you yelled getting in your car, throwing the cookie on the passengers side as you sped home for the night.
“So if I was an employee…or something...” he wondered gazing at the stars, his thoughts frenzying around as his mind came up with the most brilliant idea. Cackling loudly “you’ve really outdone yourself this time me.” Laughing as he got on his bike, speeding towards his apartment.
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“A new employee?” You mused, It was pretty hectic at work recently, one of your employee’s had quit and they finally found a replacement “I wonder what they’re like”. You asked yourself as you prepared a training checklist to go over, making sure to not make it too hard on the new guy- you heard it was his first job after all. “Hello! And welcome to the Anavrin family!” you say smiling with closed eyes, as you open them your mouth went agape. ‘What the….’ had the demon cat from the parking lot shrunk and gotten more youthful?
“Hi, I’m Yuji Itadori. You must be my brother Sukuna’s friend. He said to write your name down as someone who referred me to the job”
Chuckling nervously with the clipboard in hand you checked off the box for introductions “I’m (name) the grocery supervisor, and you would be working under me mostly.” Friends with Sukuna? Cutting your wrists open and watching them bleed sounded like the better option.
As the shift progressed Yuji showed you he was the complete opposite of his older brother. Always finishing his tasks, being kind and sweet. Everyone else loved him too, just on the first day. He was stocking milk and eggs the way you had shown him, one of the last tasks of the night. The crowd of customers thinned out as it got late and the store was closer to its closing time. You watched to make sure he was doing them correctly and if he needed any help. ‘This wasn’t so bad’ you thought, closing your eyes and leaning back.
“So how’s my little brother been (name)?”
Your eyes shot open at that voice God no please. “He’s been amazing, but you can’t just put my name as a referral without asking me-” There stood a tall Sukuna in a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled back, probably coming after finishing his day job. Majority of his tattoos were covered except the lines on his wrists that were exposed, making you gulp inaudibly. Suddenly feeling underdressed in your uniform’s polo shirt and measly work pants and sweater as you stared up at his glory.
“Sorry darling, I can’t do what?” he smirked. Mentally praising himself as his plan got into action. He couldn’t lie, (name) was interesting. Always yelling at him, cursing him and swearing that she would murder him if it was the purge. His usual charm not working gave him more of a challenge. Not to mention the way she was kind to younger brother made his heart swell a little.
The annoyance returned once you saw his shit eating grin “You can’t write my name down without asking me!”
As he opened his mouth to speak, the intercom went off, notifying everyone that the store was now closed and any remaining customers should bring their purchases to the front to pay for them.
“Yuji you can go home now, I’ll put this away and start heading out myself” you say massaging your temples with your fingers.
“See you soon (name).” Sukuna winked as he walked towards the exit, waving behind at you as he went outside to wait for his brother.
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Unfortunately soon had never come… at least not for the last 3 weeks. Making you miss the tall man in more ways than one. Maybe he wasn't so bad now that you thought about it. The usual nightly teasing might make you seethe but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t laugh about it later in your car. Somehow his laid backness and mocking smile made your night light up a little. And the weed that you would “confiscate” really did help you unwind after a long shift.
“Maybe it was because he saw me in my uniform” you grumbled. That had to be it. You weren’t a sore look on the eyes. Right? But compared to him… you hissed as you felt your lower half heat up and tremble at the thought of the man. “Well it's only 11:00 pm… and my first class is at 9:30 am… and then I have work at the 4:00.” Debating your options…. ‘This is why I’m probably so grumpy all the time, I think too much’
“And probably need to get laid” you said aloud. Living alone did have its perks, no one could call you crazy for talking to yourself. Your friends always nagged you about your dry spell too, but one night stands weren’t really fun to you anymore. They were too shallow and you always found yourself feeling more frustrated by them than relaxed.
Quickly rummaging through your drawer, you found your lovely device and turned it on. The buzz filled the room as you fell on the bed and groaned. Your mind was wild as you thought dirty little things about the man. Your eyes rolled back and you felt little whines erupt from your throat as you imagined him on top of you with his signature smirk, choking you and teasing you, calling you terrible names and whispering dirty things in your ear.
But as quickly as you heated up, the device buzzed and suddenly stopped. Too hazy to think straight you tried turning it on and off again, soon realizing it was the battery that was dead. “For fucks sake” you threw the vibrator and it hit the wall and fell with a loud thud. Good. Pulling your covers up, scowling as you shut your eyes to sleep.
The next day only went further downhill. Your lecture was long and uneventful, you forgot there was a guest speaker instead of the usual prof, most of the class skipped anyways so you sat alone and pretended to be interested. And as you went home from campus, your car broke down on the way leaving you stranded in the heat as you waited for the tow truck. You really just wanted to buy some batteries and get some time to yourself before work. But life had another thing planned once you got home, you only left with half an hour before you had to leave for work. Which barely gave you enough time to shower, change into an excuse of an outfit, grab your uniform and run out the door. You heard a few whistles as you ran to the bus stop, most likely because of the skimpy outfit which was pretty much just a long t-shirt made into a dress with stockings. But this was not the time to be picking fights.
Work was more mundane as ever. Emptying, stocking, organizing and talking was all that seemed to happen. You frowned for the nth time in the day when you saw Yuji was not scheduled to work today and you remembered him mentioning that he was going somewhere with friends for the next two days. The boy could always turn a bad day around. He was a blessing to the department and the store as a whole. The long day finally came to an end and the weekend awaited. Stuffing your uniform in your bag as you walked out you saw a familiar motorbike and a man leaning against it getting ready to light a joint.
You didn’t think, all you could hear were your footsteps smacking against the pavement as you ran to the man. Blood rushed to your head as you slowed down, stopping barely an inch away from him. He was wearing jeans and a dress shirt and most important, that smirk.
“I didn’t realize you missed me this much darling, otherwise-” but he was cut short as your hands gripped his head and pulled him down to your lips for a not so innocent kiss. You had to admit, you liked the guy. But as he responded by deepening the kiss and sliding his wet tongue into your mouth to taste you, you realized you wanted more of him. And you found yourself in his apartment, stripped down with his face buried between your legs as you came down from your second orgasm. Him licking you clean and not missing a single bit.
“When” you panted “when is Yuuji-” but he shushed you by gagging his fingers deep in your throat.
“Not until Sunday at least” he smiled with a sinister look, your wetness coating his lips “we have the whole weekend darling” He had waited almost two months for this so he was definitely going to take his time and relish the next few days. How could he not? You were beautiful with a fiery personality, and that showed by the ways you disobeyed him on his bed to get a reaction. It seemed the roles were reversed, but this time there would be consequences. For you at least.
He was relentless but you were no pussy and would not back down either. Both of you with fire and heat taking over your bodies as you brought spark and life into the night, wanting to explore every bit of each other, not stopping until you noticed the sun starting to rise causing exhaustion to take over.
He had let you stay to sleep in, provided you with a clean shirt to wear and even made breakfast for you. Presented you with a “gourmet plate of eggo waffles with the finest Aunt Jemimah maple syrup” he said which earned him a giggle from your pretty lips.
“I can make pretty good waffles from scratch” you told him proudly, puffing out your chest in pride. But these were special to you, the whole moment was special.
“I intend on trying them,” he spoke after a moment. He thought it was out of character for him to ask for a relationship but he wanted to be with you more than just a few times. And wanted more of you in different ways. He wouldn’t get his brother involved if it was a casual fuck relationship that he wanted. Which reminded him he owed the brat 50 bucks.
“Maybe you should come over sometime” you smiled sweetly, blushing a bit.
“I’d like to see you more, take out and get to know you” he said, interrupting your invitation.
“I’d like that too.” you said smiling.
#sukuna x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#reader inser#ryomen sukuna#yuuji itadori#jujutsu kaisen x reader#sukuna fic#sukuna imagine
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i crash, u crash.
SUMMARY: Being with Dabi wasn’t easy and it probably never will be, but he just wants to make sure you’ll stick around. Or in which Dabi tries his best to show you he cares about you.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: based off i crash, u crash by lil peep! lol honestly idk about this one. but welcome back gift for me, from me, to you <3
PAIRING: Boyfriend!Dabi & Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT: 5,476
WARNINGS: Explicit Content, Dabi is toxic, Angst*, NSFW [18+] including spitting, slight daddy kink, squirting, slight overstimulation.
© todourouki
Sex with Dabi was always the same.
Routinely speaking, whenever he was back from a mission was the time you were expected to be on all fours waiting for his attention. It was always rough too, nothing short of angry and aggressive even if it was a form of “love-making.” He could call it what he wanted to though, he knew the universal term for his type of sex was simply fucking.
The positions and their timings were always on schedule. No more than 3 minutes in missionary— all the time in the world doing everything else. You never really got to touch him, and he’s never let you see his face when he came.
The relationship of hot and fiery sex mixed with an unrequited form of codependency grew to an actual romantic one somehow between the days and nights spent together, yet nothing of the dynamic ever changed. The only thing you could recall is that he groggily asked of you to “finally be his girlfriend since you already acted like it.”
Dabi was a complicated person. You never knew if he planned on waking up and deciding he wanted to be single, and honestly the day he decided to do such a thing wouldn’t be a surprise to you. He was an avid participator in the league of breaking hearts and even if you had more than enough knowledge on this, you allowed his sneaky smirk to seduce you into the sheets of his bed and hours of his days.
You eventually found yourself moving in, figuring out that he refused to sleep without the air conditioner on, never wore socks around the house, used way too much salt on his eggs, and never managed to close the curtains after he got out the shower. Above all that though, he never changed the way he fucked you.
Dabi loves you, of course you never had to question it or get reassurance. He showed you in minuscule ways such as stealing bringing you your favorite snacks after a long day without you, doing things such as buying double of what he gets from store runs because you’re in his mind all day, and telling you he’ll be safe for you once he walks out the door. He never says I love you, but he doesn’t need to.
It’s hard to get someone like him to change the way they are, so when you’re sitting on your shared bed flipping through a magazine and see a couples quiz linger across the page, you can’t help but try to feed yourself crumbs of his affection you know you’ll spend a lifetime searching for.
“How long did it take for you to realize you like me?” You broke the silence, squinting at the duo-skin toned man slouched across the wooden headboard.
You heard him chuckle, blinking longly at you with amusement glimmering within his cerulean irises. It wasn’t rare for Dabi to mock you for asking such a thing, but it was a rare moment for you to glare at him deadpanned and genuinely waiting for an answer. It fucking confused him.
“As long as it took you to make me cum the first time.”
You rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment enough to make him furrow his eyebrows. It wasn’t like you to not retaliate back, you were always quick to snap back at him. Hearing nothing but his own breathing as you skipped through pages made him furrow his eyebrows. He wanted to ask if you were okay— he really did, but then you’d think he cared.
And Dabi would be a terrible person if he let you know he cared.
The silence was nearly overbearing, nearly deafening in his ears as he tried his hardest to focus on anything but your serious expression haunting him in the back of his mind. Things like this rarely bothered him. It goes to say that Dabi was rarely ever bothered.
Sure, you never asked for much reassurance and never even did as much as ask if he meant it when he asked you out mid-nap, but he really did. Sure, you lived off the whim of thinking it was, but at least the raven haired man knew it was. Right?
The sound of the magazine slamming shut and getting thrown somewhere onto the bed broke Dabi of his thoughts. “I’m gonna’ pee.” You announced, mostly to no one in particular because your soft eyes refused to meet his own. Another rare occurrence.
You lied to Dabi for the first time in your life. Did you really have to pee? Of course not. Did you have to cry in the bathroom for a quick 2 seconds to release the pent up frustration of utter confusion? Of course you did. It was annoying— living with someone and only getting treated as if you were anything in the slightest to him when his dick was inside of you. He only ever fucks you rough and never lets you see his face, and he expects you to believe he wants to be with you?
After cleaning your solemn face from dry tears, your body grudgingly made its way out the bathroom and to the bed. Your presence within the studio was clear, panties strewn across the open drawers mixed with Dabi’s briefs, shoes tucked neatly compared to Dabi’s boots tossed lazily near the door, and perfume bottles layering up against the old brown dresser. You took a quick glance at a picture of you hanging on the wall, a familiar raven-headed man’s arms wrapped around your head as he towered over your frame with his head resting across your head.
It was never worth the confusion.
“Why were you crying?” His dark voice rang out, making you slightly flinch as you dented the soft mattress with your frame.
A quick shake of the head will do, you thought to yourself as you followed your own orders. You knew Dabi wouldn’t push to find out what was wrong, he never does. And he doesn’t, lips shut as he takes a drag from some cigarette he’s smoking and giving you a longing look of aggravation. It’s even less of a surprise for him to do such a thing.
“If you have something to tell me, then I suggest you do it.” If you hadn’t known Dabi for as long as you do, you’d probably assume he was being condescending and outright rude. Because you do know him though, you know that’s exactly how he’s trying to come off to you.
You dreaded it. The eventual confrontation that was inevitable from the moment you accepted to be his girlfriend— it all led to this moment in space and time. You felt exactly how you predicted you’d feel, sick and intimidated. Not necessarily by Dabi because you know he’d never hurt you, but intimidated by the fact that it’s as easy as 1-2-3 for him to up and leave depending on your answer.
“What are we, Dabi?” And there it goes, 1-2-3.
It was like hearing a pin drop. Nobody moved, nobody spoke, nobody did anything for the first three seconds following the ultimatum. He knew he had two options: answer genuinely and reveal information he’d die before releasing, or leave you high and dry yet again for his own benefit when it comes to the mere idea of using words he doesn’t use in bed.
Staring into your eyes never scared him, he cremating people for a living, but knowing that lying behind them were tears falling for your reflection rather than on his shoulder caused a pang to hit his chest. It was unfamiliar and unusual, but looking at your body begin to leave its space in the bed in frustration with his quietness made him snap. You were serious for the first time.
“I’m not going to repeat myself.” Your words were harsh, harsher than usual and you yourself couldn’t even tell where this newfound energy came from.
You were okay. You were okay with whatever this complicated situationship was, and you probably would have still been okay with it if you hadn’t gotten too deep in over your head and let his words get to you. Him saying he realized he liked you coincidentally while you fucked should be above you, yet here you are.
“Jesus doll, relax.” He taunted, hands reaching out to grab your arm in a fit of confusion and annoyance, “just come back to bed Y/N.”
You felt it - the minute he touched your arm and released the tiniest bit of heat coming off his palm - just how tense he was becoming. He knew once you put your mind to something, it was difficult to get you to move away from it. He knew that there was no escaping this conversation.
It was inevitable really, the fact that one day (which was, unfortunately for him, today) you would question the legitimacy of his emotions for you. You were carefree just like him, that’s why he fell for you. But you were also blunt. If you felt a way, you were going to say it and that’s that.
Easily, the scarred hand gripping onto your arm slid over to your clenched jaw. You didn’t mean to give him a hard time for not looking his way—with the way his fingers squeezed deep into your skin and tilted your head towards him, you knew you did. It almost repulsed you with how obedient your body was to his touch, glancing at him with no shame other than the dried tears threatening to spill over.
“I’m gonna tell you the one time and I’ll never repeat myself,” he threatened, voice treading amongst angry waters as his blue eyes bored into yours, “I’m serious.”
You stood your ground, eyes taking away from your scowling expression as they swirled in curiosity. It didn’t take much to make you lower your frame onto the edge of the bed, a sigh escaping your lips as you pulled the t-shirt past your exposed panties.
“I don’t say much when it comes to you, or even to when it’s about you—but you’re all I am.” Your eyebrows furrowed, clear confusion written in your face.
“What does tha—” “I’m talking.” Dabi’s aggravated expression never left, not even with the joint hoisted between his lips in nothing but frustration.
“I got nothing to give you, nothing but collected calls from jail and maybe some jewelry I stole cause I got bored. I don’t have any money, anything to my name, and nothing but a spot on the police and hero department’s most wanted list.” His words made you frown, the clear self-depreciation outweighing the cocky and arrogant attitude you once knew to belong to the man infront of you.
“I can’t look you in the eye, show you my face when you milk my cock clean— can’t do shit like that,” Dabi’s smirk was quick to appear, your eyes rolling as you met his serious gaze yet again, “probably won’t be able to take you out the country either unless we run far, far away from here.”
“But nothing I say or do will ever express the way I feel about you.” And now it’s Dabi’s turn for the 1-2-3 process, because that statement in itself made your brain stop working.
Your brain couldn’t comprehend the fact that Dabi’s free hand was circling your bare thigh, moving closer and closer to where he most felt at home. His words never faltered though, only slightly pausing to smoothly slip his hands onto the soaked folds of pink lace.
His words were thrown against empty ears. You couldn’t focus on the words flowing within the room due to the ever-growing heartbeat pulsing between your thighs. Dabi’s hand sank into your leg, heat splitting between your skin enough to hiss and throw your head back.
“From this perfect pussy,” he applied pressure to the space between your legs, the wet patch inducing a smile from his once blank expesssion. The sudden contact caused a gasp to slip from your panting lips. Almost instinctively, Dabi pressed his thumb against your tongue, “to this smart ass mouth, it’s all I need to wake up in the morning.”
Your mind was now blank. All you could think about was the feelings of Dabi's heated fingertips dancing against the confining cotton of your panties. He always had the ability of doing this to you— dumbifying you with nothing but the pads of his fingertips and making you beg for his tongue.
Watching you pant under him nearly made the expressionless man shudder in pleasure. Dabi wasnt a liar, anything and everything he's ever said being some mangled up verbal example of his brain. He was far from the type to express his feelings, show anything other than smugness and oversuimulation, and dedicate his entire life to another person.
He was far from the type, yet managed to become a perfect example of a significant other who's life slowly but surely becomes solely to live for another person. The other person in this situation, was you.
You felt him begin to leave swollen burn bubbles on the outer layer of your skin, legs shaking in a way that brought the two of you out of your racing minds.
His motions stopped, yet hands showed no intention on moving from its current place. He was staring at you intensely - as intensely as he could - to assert his egotistical dominance but you knew the truth.
And as Dabi lowered your frame into the soft, plush white sheets, he realized he knew the truth as well. Your eyes were dazed, irises looking at all of him at the same time as your body swallowed in his touch and he knew. Dabi knows deep down no matter how much taller, bigger, or dominant he ever tried to be, he would worship the ground you walked on with the blink of an eye.
Your hands found his cold cheeks, tongue still stuck to your bottom lip with Dabi's harsh finger circling the pink muscle. Not a word was said, or per say, not a single word needed to be said. The energy surrounding the one-roomed apartment was enough for the two of them.
Before you, Dabi was known to be something of a martyr. He fooled women, toying with their souls the same way he toyed with their bodies and cried trauma when they threatened to leave. He kept a string on every one he ever fucked, being cautious enough to keep them at the heel of his feet for a fun time when he felt he had enough of you.
Then, he got addicted. He drowned in your drive, finding for the first time in his life some sort of comfort. Your natural warmth, your smile, your understanding— you were someone Dabi would find himself laughing at for thinking they actually existed.
"You're gonna get tired of me one day," he bitterly smiled, eyeing you deep into your skull with nothing but sadness laced in an angry distraction, "you're gonna find some hero and leave me here all on my own."
He wanted to think he wouldn't care. If the time where you decided to go back to the better things in life, leave a lowlife villain who wants to destruct the government, and live a rich healthy lifestyle, he knew you didn't do anything less but deserve it. You were too good for him, better than anyone he's ever known in his life for as long as he'd live.
With a soft whimper, your hands turned his head from his lowered expression over to your soft eyes. He hated how quick you got him to look at you, and he especially hated how quick you made his breath stop.
"Hey," you whispered, soft smile still glowing even though you realized he had intentionally lowered his voice as well as his lips from your sight. The vulnerable expression the raven-haired man was trying his hardest to not get you to see brought a rough pang to your chest.
"You crash, I crash. Always."
Your words hit him, and boy did they hit Dabi hard. The time it took for the word always to softly slip off your tongue was just enough time for Dabi to realize the depth of your words.
They were the same ones that fell between your lips when he thought he was dying, when you thought you were dying, and now. Dabi was complex - that was evident - but he was also the simplest man you knew. All he ever really needed was some reassurance.
It was long before his fingers found their way into your scalp, slipping over the crevices of your neck and gripping onto the back of your head as if his life depended on it. All you could do was gasp.
"Can I touch you?" The words were like a record scratch, repeating through the scarred man's brain all too much to keep anyone sane.
He couldn't tell if it was the slur of your words, or if it was your soft hands running across his thick shoulders as the words whispered into his ears— whatever it was made him take up the obligation of doing anything and everything you said.
It wasn't soon before you found yourself slamming your lips against his, the sensation causing you both to moan. You couldn't tell the difference between his hands and yours, tangled limbs falling deep into the plush comforter covering your shared bed. His weight above you did nothing but encourage you to wrap your bare limbs against his now shirtless one on, hands running through the raven locks above your head.
The minute you felt the heated pads of his fingertips lower themselves down your abdomen, your head shook underneath his and caused him to part his lips from its home on yours.
"Hmph," you groaned, pouting as your hands traveled down to his jeans and began to fiddle with the zipper, "I want to feel you in me now."
Dabi was used to being in control. He was used to ordering your body around, telling you what to do and how to do it. In the bedroom, Dabi made the orders. So when he parted his lips from yours and stood over your body with his scarred hands shoving his pants down his thighs, you couldn't do anything less than moan. Knowing he was taking what you said into consideration brought chills to your skin.
"You sure you're ready for this, sweetheart?" He smirked, legs coming out of the restricting jeans he wore and leaving his tall and lean frame in nothing but gray briefs.
Dabi had a lot to brag about, in the most respectful way possible.
Your hands clawed at his waistband, giggling as you pulled his body all the way back to its original position of resting above you and let the underwear go with a loud smack. Being eye to eye with someone like Dabi was scary, no point in denying that. Her there was something about it that just drove the two of you insane— and he couldn't tell if I was anything short of love.
He silenced himself, attaching his lips to yours and preoccupying a hand into pulling his briefs down just enough. And by just enough, it meant just enough to brush your clothed clit as his painfully hard cock stretched up to his stomach. You couldn’t do anything but flinch, hands reaching out to grip his thick girth and slap it across your clothed pussy.
“Let me do it.” You smiled, eyes boring into Dabi’s own blue ones. Your free hand slipped your panties to the side, his mushroom tip dancing against the rim of your wet hole and causing the two of you to release a soft groan into one another’s face.
If there was one thing Dabi would never get tired of, it would be the feeling of your velvet walls sucking his dick closer into you. Nothing short of sensation hit him the minute your hands shoved the head in, and his almost fell inlove with the view of you watching his large length disappear into your own heaven.
It was hard for you to not cum from his entrance. Even as he bottomed out, your teeth sealing a scream from leaving your throat by pressing into his shoulder, did you realize just how big Dabi was. No matter how skinny, lean, and weightless he seemed, the girth and length on Dabi’s third leg when he was stuffing himself into you never failed to surprise you. Even through the self-inflicted pain of going into this without foreplay, you knew there was nothing that would ever fill you up as amazing as Dabi does.
“Fuuuck,” you dragged out into his earlobe, tongue licking a strip of his patched skin from your bite-mark to the lobe of his pierced ears, “you’re so big.”
He couldn’t help but whimper (another thing on Dabi’s list or shit he doesn’t do but now does because of you), the feeling of your tongue circling his ear as your pussy gripped onto his fleeting cock nearly felt like too much. It didn’t help that you were moaning and whispering in his ear with nothing but pure sex laced in your words.
“You know,” he breathed out, beginning to create a routine with his hips bottoming harshly into your cervix and slowly dragging out in a timely fashion, “this is the best pussy I’ve ever had.”
He thinks it’s a compliment, but really it stirs awake the competitive bone in your body. You ignore it though like you always do, choosing to appreciate the fact that he considers you the best at atleast something.
His hand gripped onto your neck, bringing neon stars and dots of blackness to conceal your view of cerulean eyes. Nothing but the lewd sounds of Dabi pushing his dick into your wet hole filled the room, sprinkles of your whimpers and his groans mixing amongst the darkness of the apartment.
Dabi was trouble. He never felt in control of his feelings, never knew what he would want in life, and never bothered to consider living for someone other than himself. It’s moments like these with you though, that makes him realize the God he wakes up thinking about rests between the gap in the middle of your heavenly thighs. He’d killed people before, but the power you held over him was enough to make him consider killing everyone on earth if you’d ask.
You felt him begin to grow impatient, hips pounding into your frame and causing your body to jolt up and down harshly. Words couldn’t describe how amazing Dabi felt inside of you right now. His tip crushed your cervix within every thrust, and it was Dabi’s fingers that lifted your gaping face from the trance of watching him fuck into you to his own face.
“I-I cant.” You began to slip out, tears growing against your eyes as Dabi’s hot fingers began to flick your swollen clit. You swear it’s only been like ten minutes, or maybe Dabi’s huge dick pushing against your cervix was beginning to fuck you stupid. “You’re gonna’ make me cum— make me cum too fast daddy.” You cried out, fingers dragging against the stapled back as you felt Dabi purposely drag one of the piercings located on his tip across your pulsating velvet walls. It was almost too good to be true, and you couldn’t help yourself from kicking his waist over you and forcing his body underneath you. He didn’t even have the courtesy to wipe the smirk off his sweating face.
“Get to work, doll.”
You knew why he spoke to you with such condensation. You also knew exactly why his hands pressed into your ass cheeks as you found your home on top of his bare lap. His scarred torso leaned against the black bed frame, and you decided right then and there that Dabi deserved to get his brains fucked out. So you did exactly what he told you to do— you got to work.
You were wet enough to take him some more, knees straining as you finally pushed his length deep into your stomach. The silent scream that left your lips didn’t go unnoticed though, your fingers that now gripped his cheeks pressing between his lips to keep his teasing menstruations to himself. Dabi’s eyes couldn’t come off your body, and honestly he wished they never had to.
Keeping a grip on your stomach and your ass cheek, an enflamed slap brought a powerful burn across your ass cheek and caused you to jolt against his penis.
“Jesus Dabi, a-are you trying to kill me?” You weakly pleaded, and it didn’t take long for your fucked our expression to start slurring your words.
The sound of you dropping your frame onto his body filled the room, your hips rolling against your clothed clit and bringing sensation you weren’t sure if you could handle. You were trying to focus, but the feeling of Dabi heating a hand up across your ass and slowly beginning to meet your thrusts caused your brain to jumble into a mess of nothing but him.
“Fuck, baby you look so good when you start to get stupid.” He smirked, lips running against the cleavage of your bouncing breasts and lazily sucking on the moving nipple in front of him.
You wanted to fight back, and you wanted to defend yourself against him thinking you we’re starting to get stupid. You really wanted to— the only issue being that you couldn’t. You couldn’t the minute Dabi found a way to meet your thrusts and roughly tilt your neck back up towards the ceiling.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Was all you could cry out as you began to grow impatient in your lower abdomen. It just felt too good. And as if to add injury to insult, your walls began to clamp up from the feeling you knew was coming soon. Dabi paid the price.
You’d never seen his eyes get this wide, eyebrows furrowed as his mouth gaped open in shock. His eyes found its way down, the sight of your pussy gripping and swallowing his dick back in and out being something he wishes he could see all day and that’s when Dabi realizes that he is inlove with everything about you.
“It’s like your perfect pussy was made for me, baby.” He whimpered out, smirking between hooded eyes as he struggled to regain some of his consciousness. You were way too good at bouncing on his dick, and he couldn’t help but begin to meet your thrusts with more precision as he felt himself near orgasm.
“A-all for you! Always all- always all for you daddy!” You cried out, voice struggling to come out as you threw your hands against Dabi’s chest and began to bounce as if your life depends on it.
You hate doing all the work, honestly you really do dislike it. But this has been the longest Dabi has allowed you to ride him and the feeling of you literally milking his cock at your own disposal was an offer too good to ruin.
“I know it’s all for me, princess.” He whimpered out, a hand gripping the back of your neck and pulling it low enough to slam your chapped lips against his own. “Wanna know something, baby?”
The words vibrating against your own moans got lost in the sound, your headboard forcibly slamming against the wall only louder as every other thrust from you gradually grew rougher with your urge to cum. Your brain couldn’t do anything less than feverishly nod, hands slipping back onto your body and allowing Dabi to drill into you from underneath. Gasps slipped out of your parted lips with a hand gripping his black hair and the other begging to rub your own clit.
“You crash, I crash forever, right baby?” He moaned out, the words entering your ears and making you cry out with tears finally spilling down your eyes from nothing but intense pleasure.
“Fuck yes daddy, forever!” You cried out, body beginning to hunch over as you felt the pressure in your stomach compared to the way Dabi slammed into you become too much.
“Good, doll,” he moaned, pushing you so far into him, the heartbeat in your pussy was sure to be vibrating onto the veins of his dick, “so do me a favor.”
Everything happened much too fast, your dizzy state only increasing as Dabi grabbed your body harshly and tossed you back underneath him. There you were again, tossed carelessly under him with your legs trembling and pussy stuffed with all of Dabi in his glory. His lips found our ear again, licking your lobe and sucking on it right after.
“Cream all over my cock so I can stuff you up with my kids, deal?” He smirked into you, jolting into you as soon as the last word resonated on all ears.
Soon enough, he found it in himself to thrust into you like never before. You could barely breath, gasping for air as you felt your vagina began to vibrate due to stage of pleasure you were in. And just like that, your body began to run from the overstimulation of Dabi’s hot finger rubbing roughly against your clit as he drills your frame into the crevices of your mattress.
“Da-daddy I’m gonna’....” The words just couldn’t come out— he was begging to fuck you dumb.
You couldn’t feel nothing but Dabi’s dick pound into you, and if this was all you felt before you fell into a sex-coma than fuck it. It will forever and always be worth it.
It was like you were starting to see white. The feeling of one of his hands now roughly gripping your drooling expression closer to his face made you scream in pleasure, Dabi’s smirk leaving only to release a trail of saliva from his throat into the back of yours. You swallowed it with no hesitation, some of the residue slipping through your lips in a mix with your own spit as you began to drool at the feeling of his tip hitting that one spot over and over again.
And that’s when you felt it. You felt the build up, the pressure of holding back becoming too much as you belted into a mess of tears and tried to push his body off your own.
“No baby,” he roughly said, milking his cock into you even harder and rubbing pressured circles into your clit until a strong snapped within you and you saw nothing but white.
You weren’t sure if it was a sub-space you had entered, or some fucked up version of heaven people who just for their brains fucked out go, but either option felt like fair-game the minute your pussy began to squirt a mess of cum and other liquids from the space Dabi still found himself intruding. If anything boosted his confidence, it was this right here.
“Fuck yes baby, squirt for daddy,” he smirked, rubbing you harder and harder as your felt your body stiffen at the overstimulation, “fuck, you’re so hot.”
As soon as you, Dabi found himself cumming harder than he ever had, lips only being able to cry out a mantra of your name. He knew sex with you was amazing— but this was a new high he doesn’t think he’d ever went to let go of. He didn’t even have the energy to lift himself out of you, small drips of cum able to slip out of your swollen pussy making you flinch in both overstimulation and pain. The cockwarming brought chills to your arm, body sprawled underneath Dabi’s panting frame in nothing but a fucked our expression.
You felt him lift his head up, eyes glancing over your puffy closed ones and being able to do nothing more than steal a kiss from your tongue-licked lips. He knows the difference between “fucked-out” you and “genuinely-knocked-out” you, and you knew he knew the difference too. But he acted as if he didn’t.
And before Dabi could pass out on top of your sweaty and sticky frame, words he mumbled into your shoulder nearly burned into your skin. At least, just enough to make your pussy and lips twitch in nothing but contentness.
I crash, you crash. Forever and always.
Sex with Dabi was always the same— sure. It was rough, messy, and painfully over-stimulating, but it was Dabi, and it was more than enough for you.
Your mind was now blank. All you could think about was the feelings of Dabi’s heated fingertips dancing against the confining cotton of your panties. He always had the ability of doing this to you— dumbifying you with nothing but the pads of his fingertips and making you beg for his tongue.
Watching you pant under him nearly made the expressionless man shudder in pleasure. Dabi wasnt a liar, anything and everything he’s ever said being some mangled up verbal example of his brain. He was far from the type to express his feelings, show anything other than smugness and oversuimulation, and dedicate his entire life to another person.
He was far from the type, yet managed to become a perfect example of a significant other who’s life slowly but surely becomes solely to live for another person. The other person in this situation, was you.
You felt him begin to leave swollen bubbles on the outer layer of your skin, legs shaking in a way that brought the two of you out of your racing minds.
His motions stopped, yet hands showed no intention on moving from its current place. He was staring at you intensely - as intensely as he could - to assert his egotistical dominance but you knew the truth.
And as Dabi lowered your frame into the soft, plush white sheets, he realized he knew the truth as well. Your eyes were dazed, irises looking at all of him at the same time as your body swallowed in his touch and he knew. Dabi knows deep down no matter how much taller, bigger, or dominant he ever tried to be, he would worship the ground you walked on with the blink of an eye.
Your hands found his cold cheeks, tongue still stuck to your bottom lip with Dabi’s harsh finger circling the pink muscle. Not a word was said, or per say, not a single word needed to be said. The energy surrounding the one-roomed apartment was enough for the two of them.
Before you, Dabi was known to be something of a martyr. He fooled women, toying with their souls the same way he toyed with their bodies and cried trauma when they threatened to leave. He kept a string on every one he ever fucked, being cautious enough to keep them at the heel of his feet for a fun time when he felt he had enough of you.
Then, he got addicted. He drowned in your drive, finding for the first time in his life some sort of comfort. Your natural warmth, your smile, your understanding— you were someone Dabi would find himself laughing at for thinking they actually existed.
“You’re gonna get tired of me one day,” he bitterly smiled, eyeing you deep into your skull with nothing but sadness laced in an angry distraction, “you’re gonna find some hero and leave me here all on my own.”
He wanted to think he wouldn’t care. If the time where you decided to go back to the better things in life, leave a lowlife villain who wants to destruct the government, and live a rich healthy lifestyle, he knew you didn’t do anything less but deserve it. You were too good for him, better than anyone he’s ever known in his life for as long as he’d live.
With a soft whimper, your hands turned his head from his lowered expression over to your soft eyes. He hated how quick you got him to look at you, and he especially hated how quick you made his breath stop.
“Hey,” you whispered, soft smile still glowing even though you realized he had intentionally lowered his voice as well as his lips from your sight. The vulnerable expression the raven-haired man was trying his hardest to not get you to see brought a rough pang to your chest.
“You crash, I crash. Always.”
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Stuck pt 3(Alpha!StuckyxOmega!Fem!Reader)
Stuck pt 3(Alpha!StuckyxOmega!Fem!Reader)
Stuck (Alpha!Stuckyx Omega!fem!reader)
Part 3- Insult to injury
TW!!: Bloody gifs. injuries. blood. Worried Alphas. Feral states. Gore.
It’s been a month and a half since your heat. You took turns between your lovers during each day of your heat. Letting them knot you until you were near sore. During those seven days, they took care of you, being impeccable Alphas. They made sure you stayed hydrated and got whatever food you wanted. for the first few days of your returned heat, you didn’t really want anything to eat. The heat was too intense at that time.
You scratched off another day on your wall calendar. Looking at the rest of the week for anything you, your mates, or the Avengers had planned. You had to prepare for your next heat cycle to hit, even though you were skeptical of it, since it seemed slow to start. You weren’t surprised, three years of heavy heat suppressants and you think you’re gonna be tip top shape? You sighed, chewing on the pen cap aimlessly, letting your thoughts ruminate.
You’d gotten nowhere closer to finding the Omega-Slayer, Blackthorn. And this aggravated Tony, seeing the A-class criminal was able to elude him on more than one occasion.
it was true, Alphas held their Omegas tighter in these nail-biting weeks since Blackthorn has made a name for himself. Your Alphas were no exception. They’d followed you everywhere, as usual. You tried not to think of your mother as much as possible.
For the first time you felt, free, and you really didn’t know what to do with that. You still felt a pull towards your handicapped father, a certain gravity. You felt you owed him a visit.
There was really nothing pertinent on the itinerary today. and thought you should go. but your Alpha’s were busy sparring in the gym of the Avengers tower. They were notorious early morning birds and you were the opposite, more of a night owl. but a silent one at that. you found less pleasure in partying, and more in finishing a book you couldn’t put down. realizing you’d read ‘til it was far past midnight.
More often than not, you would read in Bucky’s lap, as he would do the same, reading over your shoulder. he was much faster at reading than you. He loved helping you understand a word you’d never seen before or one you didn’t quite understand the context of.
You closed your eyes for a long moment, raking your hands through your hair, and wrapping it lazily in a bun. Your heat must be coming, because you felt, purely exhausted, even with plenty of rest.
You shuffled into the kitchen, where Wanda was teaching Vision how to cook a special Sokovian dish similar to Eggs Benedict.
“Good morning Y/N.” Vision stated semi-happily. You gave him a weak smile, he was still trying to master emotions falling a little flat from elation at seeing you awake and out of your room. a heavy wave of nausea washed over you.
“Mornin’ Vis. Hi Wanda. Anything new on Blackthorn, Coke-Can?” you asked Tony from afar, sipping coffee and reading something from a transparent A.I. screen in front of him. If anyone was your dad away from home it was him. You masked your nausea by hiding your face in the pantry, looking for something to munch on.
Settling on some Cheddar Pringles you tried to stuff away this sickening feeling, the aroma of Wanda’s dish overwhelming.
“Nothing so far Kiddo. He’s a bitch. the coward won’t even show his face.” Tony sniffed the air intensely, something drawing his attention.
“You have sugar in that Wanda?” he asked. Wanda’s eyebrows stitched together in bewilderment, scoffing, “No, are you alright Tony?” she asked.
“Hmmm. I seem to smell something sweet too.” Vision backed up Tony’s claim. The three of them eyed you, looking for confirmation.
“I dunno what y’all are talkin’ about. Anyway. I gotta go see my Dad today.” the nausea was still present but you kept your distance from Wanda.
“ Make sure, Capsicle and Tin-Man go with you. No more alone time with Annie. alright?” Tony said as you walked nearly out of sight.
“Got it!” you replied hoping he wouldn’t follow you down to the gym. he didn’t. in the elevator, you were able to gather yourself a bit more. the wave of nausea fading slowly. in it’s place fatigue. Ugh. Today was gonna be a long day.
The Gym was normal. on any given day you’d find it full of Alphas early in the morning, who’d been there already for hours. You took more of the Pringles into your mouth sitting down on the bench next to Bruce who was applauding his Alpha, Natasha.
She was sparring with Steve and had gotten the upper hand on him.
You chuckled, “Oh no she didn’t. Take her down, Babe!” you encouraged your Cap who smirked in your direction, giving him a newfound fire under his belly.
Bruce lost his smile quickly,��“That’s not fair. C’mon, Y/N.” Bruce whined.
Steve maneuvered just so, that he had enough leverage to bring Nat down to the ground. He wasn’t about to fail in the eyes of his beautiful Omega.
You smiled triumphantly and nudged Bruce playfully, “Don’t get me wrong, I like Nat. But no one beats my Alphas. It doesn’t matter if they’re centuries years old or not, they’re still the best.”
Steve offered his hand to help Nat up, a cordial peace offering in sparring. Steve sauntered over to you, happy to see his Omega. He kissed you unapologetically and sat next to you, stealing a stack of chips. Steve pulled you into his lap and kissed his claim as you continued to munch on the snack, watching Sam and Bucky duke it out.
Steve licked the shell of your ear, semi-seductively.
“What’s wrong Baby-Girl? You smell... off.” Nothing could get past your Alpha’s noses. You leaned into Steve’s sweaty chest.
“Mmmm. I’m tired is all. And I have to check on Dad today. I don’t wanna go alone though.” You said truthfully swallowing. Suddenly you didn’t feel like eating and capped the container putting it to the side. Natasha taking it.
Steve chuffed low in your ear, feeling it reverberate through his chest. “Of course Baby-Girl. We’ll go with you. We won’t let her hurt you anymore.” You kissed his neck, tasting the salt in his sweat, licking it off your lips. You didn’t feel like talking for some reason.
Sam whooshed past the bench, Bucky throwing him back. Sam got up from the cold concrete, ready for more, but honestly looking taxed. Bucky was a Super-Soldier after all.
Bucky lost interest in the fight at that moment, seeing his husband and wife, both of his perfect mates waiting on him.
“C’mon! You’re not gonna? Keep goin’?” Sam said exasperated and a bit miffed his body was exhausted, that much you could tell.
“Relax Sam. Take the L for now. Look at you, it’s sparring not murder.” you said as Bucky came over to the two of you. Steve grasped his jaw and Bucky landed a sloppy, sweaty kiss with Steve. Steve whined a little, not loud enough for the others to hear but you could. Steve was more reserved about PDA with Bucky even when everyone in the Tower knew about it and about the three of us.
They came from a different time and culture entirely, so much so that hiding their true identities was the norm at all costs. Alpha and Alpha relationships in general were taboo in their time. You can forget about being the same gender and adding a female Omega into the mix. if our Polyamorous affairs were seen in the 40s? it was akin to exile. and to top it all off, we’d be shipped to harsh mental institutions and... re-sexualized.
You were so glad you were born in the 21st century. Bucky ended the passionate kiss and crouched down to your level. You stared at him innocently, and he smiled back at you. there was a bit of mischief in his smile that made you mewl.
Bucky kissed you, softly dominating your lips, his tongue creeping past your mouth. Bucky inhaled through his nose, smelling your scent in the same way Steve did. Bucky abruptly broke the kiss, caressing your cheek, his steel blue eyes boring into your own.
“You’re upset.” he stated. You licked your lips shyly, tasting remnants of Steve and Bucky, blending perfectly on your tongue.
“have to go see Dad. I wanna make sure he’s ok but.. I don’t want to see Mom at all. Steve said you’d take me, the both of you.”
“No worries, Doll. let’s take showers and we’ll go. if she shows up, we can leave, after I give her a piece of my mind.” Bucky winked, hinting that he’s waited to at the very least give my mom a knuckle sandwich, and a metal one at that.
I got up and started walking toward the showers Steve and Bucky walking with me, taking my hands in theirs.
“Tony says no shower sex but your big sis Nat approves!” Natasha called out to you, her humor laced in a bit of seriousness. She cared for you just as she said, like a big sister, one you never had.
You waved, still paying attention to your alphas.
8 Blocks from the Avengers Tower: Y/N’s childhood home:
If you said you weren’t nervous, you were lying.
you took a deep breath and with your Alphas literally backing you, trudged up the stairs to your parent’s apartment.
You opened the door and everything smelled fine. No scent of your mom. good riddance.
“Daddy? I’m home. I uh. Brought Steve and Bucky.” you set your keys down on the kitchen counter with a light jangle. He didn’t answer. Great, he’s so furious that you brought your Alphas with you, he won’t even talk.
you placed your hands nervously on your claims before knocking on his door at the end of the dark hallway. you looked back to Steve and Bucky, smiling back at you, gently egging you onward.
you’ve got this Y/N.
You opened the door to see your dad sleeping in his special handicapped bed. but you don’t remember him having red sheets. you walked in further to the room, and the distinct scent of iron hit your nose. you were in denial. Mom must have bought him new sheets over the weekend, right?
You moved the sheet down to confirm your worst fears. there was a large gash mark on his jugular. You couldn’t talk, you began to hyperventilate. He was colorless and cold. You would have dropped to your knees and wailed but something else caught your attention.
his attacker was still in the room with you. and you couldn’t see them, they were invisible. they moved in front of you as if you were looking through glass or staring into a heatwave.
it growled at you, and bared its long sharp claws. the attacker came into view, she was small like you. she would have been pretty if she wasn’t rabid towards you. She used her claws to slice at you. you tried to use your powers and pause her but it didn’t work. You felt an intense burning pain in your forearm and saw her slash at you a second time, feeling white hot pain open up your chest.
you must have screamed when you were attacked because Bucky and Steve came running into the room.
To say that Bucky snapped was an understatement. you smelled his scent turn deadly and sour. he was feral within seconds. He growled fiercely, the sound scaring you, and held the woman up by her throat. he was so overcome you thought he might have reverted back to becoming the Winter Soldier in that moment.
He threw her through your parents bedroom wall and into the living room.
your vision was starting to blur, and looked around for your other Alpha. he was fighting another intruder, a big one.
“D-Don’t hurt my...Alphas” you squeaked out darting your gaze between them. they were fighting but you couldn’t help them. All you could do was lay there, in a pool of maroon.
The big attacker yelled “Blackthorn will rise again!!” before ripping open his vest, revealing a bunch of sticks strapped to his waist. Bomb. Painfully you raised your arms, your palms shaking heavily, blood streaming from your gashed wrist. you were able to pause him successfully.
Steve came over to you and pried your body from the sea of red.
“F-fourty seconds,” you managed to say, your words slurring together. He couldn’t speak and you felt a cold wetness drip down onto your cheek. he was crying. I must look like hell, I feel like it.
Bucky almost beat the girl to a pulp, you weren’t sure what made him come back to reality but he was able to run out of the building with you and Steve.
The last thing you consciously remember was the explosion that blew out of the apartment building. a loud screaming inferno of heat and smoke. You remembered the car alarms that were triggered by the explosion and the screams of passersby on the sidewalk.
Avengers Tower: Medical Ward:
You bled the whole way there. Bucky made the astute decision to take Steve’s belt and use it as a makeshift tourniquet. Stopping blood-flow from your arm. the two Alphas didn’t talk. Bucky came down from his feral state very slowly, like molasses. he wanted to destroy everything in the room. have someone fight him just so he could rip their throat out.
Both Steve and Bucky growled low as a warning from the other Alphas of the Tower who’d seen their family member in such terrible shape.
They took their Omega to the medical floor of the Tower, only letting Bruce and a few of his Beta nurses in to work on you.
Wanda clapped her hand to her mouth, shocked to see you in such a state.
Tony was reeling but no one was more worried about you than your Alphas.
Natasha, Sam, and Vision looked on from beyond the glass, giving their friend space. If either of them moved a hair out of line, closer, Steve and Bucky would attack.
“FRIDAY run patient vitals update!” Bruce spoke with urgency to the A.I.
“Yes, Sir. Patient heart rate: 35 beats per minute and declining. Estimated blood loss: uncalculatable . Chance of recovery: 50% . There is something else Dr. Banner. I’m afraid it is important.” FRIDAY spoke.
Steve and Bucky could only exchange panicked looks from across their Omega. What else could there be?
“Come out with it already! Shirley, get me 400 CC’s of Type-O, stat!” Bruce wasn’t about to let you die on his watch.
“Fetal heartbeat detected. Number of developing fetus’, 2. Gestation status: 53 days, 14 hours, and 162 minutes. Congratulations Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers, you are fathers.” The A.I. ending in an inappropriate happy tone.
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Omg you should write about Y/n spoiling Harry for his first father’s day!! And he’d definitely get all emotional for his girls 😭
i’m sorry this took so looooong but i rlly love it and i hope you do too <3
here is the first gift I imagine, the charging station
and here is the star map (but with some minor changes that i tried to explain in the writing, i’m not that good at explanations so it’s probably slightly confusing sorry about that :) )
father's day
warnings: none
word count: 1.7k
"Good morning," you said in a quiet sing-song voice, opening Stevie's door slowly. She smiled brightly, standing with her hands grasped on the bars of crib.
"Hi mama," She said, bouncing in place.
"Hi baby," You smiled, moving over to the window to open her blinds. Early morning light streamed into the room, shining on the baby's face and reflecting off her green eyes. "Did you have a good sleep?" You asked, picking her up from the crib. She cuddled into your side, smiling as you bounced her softly on your hip.
You treasured mornings like this, where you could just hold your baby. You really didn't get to do it much. Harry typically woke up earlier than you, taking care of Stevie so you could sleep a little longer. You felt bad at first, but he always reassured you that he liked having these quiet moments with her. He said it was the perfect way to start his day, and it put him in a good mood since he had to go to work and wouldn't get to see either of you for the rest of the day.
Not today, though. Today was Father's Day, and you were determined to make it a good one for him. He really was an amazing dad, and you wanted to make sure he knew. So this morning when you heard Stevie fussing, you pushed him back down in the bed and got up yourself. He objected at first, but you wouldn't hear another word. You had rushed out of the room before he could get up, leaving him to flop back down and (hopefully) get some more sleep. You figured it wouldn't be too hard for him. Stevie had a rough night, and neither of you had gotten much rest the night before. You didn't care, though. Harry was always the one to be selfless and let you relax, so today you wanted to do the same for him.
"Should we go get some breakfast?" You asked Stevie as you finished changing her diaper. "Hm?" You tickled her feet a bit, smiling when she giggled loudly. "Shh, daddy's still sleeping!"
She lifted her arms up to you, clearly wanting to be held again. Of course you obliged, picking her up and closing the container of wipes on the changing table. You settled everything back into the drawers before you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen.
"What should we make today?" You hummed thoughtfully, opening the fridge. Stevie was still balanced on your hip, but she reached for the yogurt cartons. "Yogurt it is," You smiled, leaning forward so she could reach easier. "Maybe an orange, too."
She didn't respond, completely engrossed by the container in her small hands.
"I think I'll do pancakes. Daddy might like those," you decided, grabbing an orange for her, and one for yourself. You set Stevie in her highchair, opening the yogurt and handing her a spoon so she could begin making a huge mess and (maybe) actually eating some yogurt. You moved to the cutting board, slicing the orange into small pieces she could eat safely. Once she was settled, you grabbed the milk and eggs from the fridge.
You started your morning playlist, the rich sound of Hozier's voice drifting through the kitchen as you found the recipe you needed. Then you began mixing the batter, humming softly as you worked.
It really was the perfect morning. It was still early, so the light coming through the large windows was soft and red tinted. The kitchen smelled like oranges and pancakes, the sweet scents complementing each other. You had the windows open so the soft breeze came in, bringing the smell of early summer with it. Your playlist was soft, adding nicely to the domestic feel of the morning. Stevie would babble every once in a while, wanting to be involved in what you were doing. You would explain every step to her, telling her what each ingredient was for. This was something you and Harry did often. Of course, there were times when you baby talked her, but you also liked to have normal conversation with her. You knew it would help her develop and begin to talk faster. Also, it was funny when she babbled and Harry acted like he understood everything she said.
Once the pancakes were finished, you began the process of cleaning everything up. You wanted Harry to have a relaxing morning, and you knew he would try to do something to help since he had gotten to sleep in. You weren't about to let him do a bunch of house chores. Not today.
You put all the ingredients away before wiping off the counter top. Then you moved to set the table. You put the stack of pancakes in the middle, along with the bottle of syrup and a bowl of berries. You set out plates, silverware, cups, and the pitcher of orange juice. Once you were satisfied, you brought the washcloth over to Stevie.
Your earlier thoughts had been correct. She had at least half the carton of yogurt smeared on her face, hands, and shirt.
After only a small amount of fighting and fussing from her, you had cleaned her off and lifted her out of the highchair.
"Let's go get daddy," you said, smiling when her face lit up at the mention of one of her favorite people.
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"Morning, Harry," you said softly, pushing open the door with Stevie still balanced on your hip. You hadn't been loud enough, apparently, because he didn't move. He would never admit it to you, but he had been exhausted lately. He wouldn't tell you that getting up in the night and early every morning was taking a toll on him, because he knew you would feel bad. Which is why you really wanted to let him sleep this morning.
It was much later then he usually slept, though, and you didn't want the food to get cold. So you put Stevie on the bed next to him, settling down on the other side of him and letting her do her thing. She immediately crawled on top of him, giggling and bouncing.
"Good morning," he smiled sleepily, reaching up to grab her and stop her jumping. Stevie squealed, laughing when he pulled her against him and cuddled her. She wasn't in the mood to be still, though, and she quickly squirmed away from him. "What, I can't have a hug?" He pouted, but smiled again when you leaned into him.
"You can have a hug from me," you said, "But it might not be as good as hers."
"Nonsense," he grinned, pulling you against him. He grabbed Stevie again, pulling her into the hug even though she squirmed. "Stevie, this is family time. Calm down for a minute."
She laughed again when he danced his fingers along her tummy.
"Well, she's not gonna calm down if you tickle her," you laughed. "That much should be obvious to you."
"Right," he smiled. "Anyways, why did you make me go back to sleep this morning? I'm not complaining, but I feel bad you had to get up early."
"Harry, you get up early with her every single day. You deserve a day off. And it's Father's Day. And you are a father. So you should get to relax today."
"Well, thank you," he leaned up to kiss you. "That's very sweet of you."
"Of course," you smiled. "But now you have to get up. I made pancakes."
"Did you?" he perked up immediately at that.
"I did," you laughed. "Come on, everything's ready and it'll get cold."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming," he said, throwing the blankets off and picking up Stevie. "Let's go eat some pancakes!" He looked at her, grinning when she smiled up at him.
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"Thank you so much, love, breakfast was delicious," He said, placing the plates in the dishwasher. He had insisted on helping you clean up the table, even when you protested.
"Thank you," you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Sit back down, I have something for you."
"C'mere, Stevie," he said, lifting her out of her highchair and onto his lap. "What did you and mommy get for me?"
She babbled in response, and you smiled to yourself as you went into the hall closet to find the box of his gifts. You could hear him responding to her, acting like he understood all her babbling.
"Ok, here we are," you said, setting the two items on the table in front of him. "Open this one first." You pushed the box closer to him, the wrapped picture frame farther back.
He did as you said, pulling the paper off the box. Inside was a wooden charging station with a space for his phone, watch, and airpods.
"Thought that might be good, since you're always losing everything. This way you can keep them all in one place," you explained.
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Well not always," he said, but smiled nonetheless. "Maybe sometimes. Thank you," he pulled you closer by your waist.
"And that next one is more personal," you said, pulling the flat item closer.
He tore the paper off again, his eyes softening when he looked at the images. There were three circles, each with a star map inside them. The outer two were larger and set slightly above the middle, one printed with your name and one with Harry's. The middle one had Stevie's name. Birthdays were printed under each name, all in gold scripty font. "You, me, and Stevie," He said fondly, running his finger over the lettering at the top which read "The Styles Family".
You nodded. "I saw it on Etsy and I had to get it. It's just such a cute idea, and it'll look really nice on the wall above the bookshelf."
"It will," he agreed. "I love this. Thank you," he smiled, pulling at your shirt until you leaned down so he could kiss you.
"You're welcome," you smiled. "I hope this makes for a good first Father's Day."
"It's perfect, love. Better than I could have ever asked for."
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Just Some Guy
AYO im back with day 3! i got nothing else to say :)
Maribat Masterlist AO3 @maribat-bdbwm
Day 1 2
Word count: 1.5k words
Summary:
Marinette went to school hoping for a normal day.
Instead, she meets her father for the second time. Or perhaps, for the first time.
BD!Bruce Wayne Day 3- Identities
without further ado:
Marinette woke up in the morning with a bad feeling. Nothing was really wrong. She woke up before her alarm and she hadn’t tripped getting out of bed. She finished her homework the night before and hadn’t gotten into any fights all week. And yet, a weight sat in her stomach.
Her mother once said— when she was maybe three years old and landed on her feet when she fell out of a tree she wasn’t supposed to have been climbing— that as she grew up her affinity for the miraculous magic would cause these unfamiliar ‘sensations’ throughout her life. It was more precise than intuition but not nearly as sophisticated as precognition. Her teachers had said she was blessed by the ancestors as most guardians develop this skill only after years of training, not as a young toddler like herself. She knew to trust this feeling. Usually, she knew that this feeling meant something was going to hurt her; except, since living in Paris for a year, this feeling tended to mean that something was going to embarrass her at worst or mildly inconvenience her at best. She hoped it was the latter.
Nothing happened during her normal routine of getting ready and her papa had even made an extra nice breakfast for the family. The weather was perfect and everything seemed to be going right. So why did she have this feeling?
The walk to school was equally mundane and Marinette started to feel jittery. She hadn’t tripped on her way so that wasn’t what was going to go wrong either. Her class was a quiet sea of private conversations. Chloé wasn’t even doing anything beyond tapping on her phone. Though, she wasn’t usually as enthusiastic as she was now. Was that what was going to go wrong?
“Marinette!” her teacher had called. Madame Bustier was an eccentric woman, Marinette had learned. She was only their teacher for a few months but she was someone Marinette grew fond of rather quickly. “I’m glad you’re here early, can you do me a small favor?”
“Of course, Madame.” This was nothing out of place either, the feeling still weighed on her.
“I left some copies of some handouts in the staff room upstairs. Do you think you could fetch them for me?” Standing behind her desk, her posture straight and smile so bright, Marinette found no reason to say no. She agreed without hesitation.
The journey to and from the staff room was, again, uneventful and Marinette was just hoping that whatever Bad Thing that was supposed to happen to her would just occur. The fretting alone is enough to send her to an early grave. Checking on the time back in the class, it was only 8:20. She had the entire day left. Great.
The hours ticked by and it was then the lunch hour. Marinette’s nerves had calmed down in the meantime and she was fidgety for a different reason. Today was Friday and that meant her papa was in charge of her training. The thought alone was enough to lift her spirits. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store today.
If only she could actually make it back to the bakery. Before anyone could actually leave the class, Chloé commanded the attention of everyone, including Madame Bustier, because she had a ‘special announcement.’
The bad feeling had immediately returned and Marinette felt a chill. This was it. This was what her senses had been preparing her for all day. She looked at Chloé and the curl of her lips, pale lip gloss shining as bright as ever, made a pit open in Marinette’s stomach. She had her undivided attention, hanging off of whatever words she was about to say next.
“A very important guest is in Paris and daddy has agreed that we all get to meet him. Bruce Wayne is coming here today! He’s staying at our hotel—of course— and he agreed to come to the school after lunch to speak to us about business and other boring stuff. All because of me. No need to thank me.” her little speech was decorated with self-congratulatory hair flips and pats on her own shoulder. None of it mattered to Marinette, however. Her brain was too busy rebooting. All her trepidation and egg-shell walking… for this? For this person? He was clearly important if not for Chloé saying as such then for the background chatter of her classmates but it all meant nothing to Marinette. Because…
Because…
Who the heck was Bruce Wayne?
Why would some old businessman want to speak to a bunch of twelve year olds? Well, he was staying at the mayor’s hotel, he probably didn’t have much of a say in the matter. Whatever the mayor’s precious daughter wants she gets. Too bad this man got dragged along for the whole ordeal. But that doesn’t explain why this was what set off her nerves. What could possibly happen in meeting this guy? Marinette could only wait until after the lunch hour to figure out.
Her excitement for her papa’s training was overshadowed by her dread. She could barely focus, distracted by her own hyper-aware senses. The trek back to school was slow, Marinette tried to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible, but she was facing her classroom door too quickly for her tastes. The chatter of her classmates beyond the door, Madame Bustier trying to control the noise, and a deep chuckle that cut through the cacophony, did nothing but make Marinette wish to be able to turn back and run home.
Could she call in sick?
Run away only to return on Monday?
No, a voice rang, her father’s voice, in her head. The only way out is through. Those were his words and Marinette wasn’t going to chicken out on meeting some stranger just because her gut feeling was warning her about something. Whatever it was, she’ll face head-on. She’s the daughter of freaking Batman after all.
She took a deep breath, mind made up, and opened the door with more bravado than she actually had.
Too bad she overestimated how much force she actually needed and accidentally slammed the door open. What was once a rowdy classroom was now a silent audience, peering as Marinette made a rather grand entrance. The tall figure standing next to Madame Bustier had the most unnerving gaze. She was transfixed. Mesmerized. She stared at the visitor, tall and broad, with swept back hair and a pair of baby blue eyes. She knew that face. She knew those eyes!
There were only two times she saw eyes that blue; in her own reflection and in the face of her father. Who was Batman. But… also this Bruce Wayne guy? What?
That’s not right. She would have known if her father was in the city and she most definitely would have known if her father was some guy named Bruce Wayne. Right?
At least her bad feeling was gone.
But why was he here? And why was he still staring at her?
“Going to become part of the decoration, Dupain-Cheng?” Chloé’s snark cut into the silence and called her attention away from her maskless father. That was when she noticed that she was still standing in the doorway. With everyone still staring at her.
She scurried to the back of the classroom to her seat in record speed, not meeting anyone’s eye, ignoring any snickering directed at her.
“Well, class now that everyone is here,” Marinette cheeks felt warm at her teacher’s comment, “Allow me to introduce you all to Mr. Bruce Wayne, owner and CEO of Wayne Enterprises.”
Oh, her father was someone rich then.
“Thank you, Madame. I will admit I was surprised that the mayor personally asked me to be here on such short notice but,” that was her father’s voice but it was the gruff tones she had heard when they met. This was airy, and approachable. “But seeing all of you here today, definitely made it worth it.”
It was so weird.
Marinette didn’t pay attention to anything he said during his visit, and after he left, with an indecipherable, lingering look in her direction, she felt like she could breathe again for the first time in forever. Watching the stone cold Batman prance around, engaging with children, was bizarre. She felt like she was watching another person, and she almost thought he was but she knew that face. She’s seen it before, the night they first met, and those eyes, so much like her own, so she knows that this man is her father. No matter how… cheery he acted. But it was over and Marinette’s day could finally go back to normal.
Putting the whole ordeal behind her, her anxieties quelled and the bad feeling having passed, Marinette was left with one question however.
If Batman is Bruce Wayne, then who the heck are his children?
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HC: Crush Interactions. [Ghostbur]
(Is it weird to still see you everywhere I go now that you’re dead?)
(Full transparency, this is what I had originally written for the Ghostbur request I got ^^; I wrote it late at night and didn’t realize til morning that it wasn’t even what the og requester had asked for.... and that it was kinda sad. SO! I’m posting it separately, but as a Crush Interaction set. Thank you to noctis-yeye for both the request, and the excuse to start a new series!)
Characters: Ghostbur, with some mentions of Wilbur.
Warnings: Toxic relationship with Wilbur (mentions of it) and leftover fear from when he was alive. Idk what else to put, but just as a general heads up, this is not a very happy piece.
Song Recommendation: Old Friend- Mitski
I promise the other character interactions won’t (probably) be as solemn as this one, and hopefully the actual request will soften the blow <3 Have a swell morning!
From day one, Ghostbur was attached to you. When he first appeared on your doorstep early one morning, all vacant smiles and blue tinged skin, you had thought he was a mere hallucination, a phantom, further punishment from your grieving mind that just wouldn’t let you be from Wilbur’s influence. You flinched when he would reach out, stepped away when he got closer, and all but avoided looking him in the face. The resemblance was uncanny, but this specter was no Wilbur.
Despite that, and despite your inner insistence that you would not let yourself be hurt like that again, especially not from his remnant, Ghostbur pried apart your distrust and set himself utop your hurt, doing his very best to soothe the ache and pain that had settled there. It got to a point where nearly every day he would follow you around as you went about your business, quietly hovering over your shoulder and watching you work.
He’s very polite, quick to stay out of your way but waiting with obvious intent for the moment you ask him to do something for you. Usually that just amounts to holding your bag as you collect resources, or holding the lead on an animal you're moving, but it’s charming the way he perks up when you so much as look at him. You don’t know if he notices, but the way his cheeks and ears burn a dark blue after you thank him makes your heart race. You hope he won’t notice. It’d hurt too much to get attached again.
Another thing Ghostbur tends to do is leave you on your own for a minute or two to find something to give you. It’s strange, and the gifts are typically a little… off, but even you can admit it’s an endearing action. Carefully plucked flowers, pretty stones, soft colored wool, eggs, anything he thinks you might like is tucked into his pockets and brought quickly back to you. The gift he brings the most is clumps of dark blue dye, gently handed to you with a distant, saddened look, and a low, “Please, have some blue, lovely. You seem so sad today.” Something in your heart breaks with how his eyes are so much like Wilbur’s. It hurts even more that it feels like he can see right through you like Wilbur could.
It’s not all sad faces and frowns though. Ghostbur also tends to show you cool places he’s found or brings you with him to talk with other friends. It feels nice to see them after what happened, to talk to them and laugh once more without having the weight of war hanging over your heads.
Tommy and Tubbo are incredibly psyched to see you again, lamenting about how much they had missed you while you were grieving, how much has changed, and how you seem more happy now. Stable is what Tommy says first, but after Tubbo nudges him hard in the ribs, he backtracks to happy with a strangled breath. Ghostbur had been next to you in the moment, quiet and smiling vacantly like normal. It’s around that time you felt his hand graze the small of your back. Tentative, and then more solidly when you didn’t move away. His arm slipped around you while the kids exuberantly spoke about how Tubbo’s presidency was going, and it never really left until you had gotten home.
He starts holding your hand after that. Neither of you mention it, but every morning when you leave the house and start your walk down the path, his fingers slowly thread with yours til your hands are clasped loosely. He has a tendency to run his thumb over your knuckles when he’s thinking (a difficult task, head empty), and it reminds you of Wilbur and how he would play with your hands when he was bored.
Many times back when you lived in Pogtopia, Wilbur would clutch your hands to his chest with wild eyes and speak in fervid whispers, trying to hurt you and rile you up with his words so you’d begin to hate like he did. But Ghostbur isn’t like that. His hands, ethereally chilled and no longer blemished by war, never gripped yours tight enough to bruise, nor did they ever trap you in a heated (and unasked for) debate of right and wrong.
Ghostbur isn’t like Wilbur at all really. Every moment you see his wide, pupil-less eyes, or catch sight of his thick curls, the harsh tone you’re expecting never comes. He seems doleful in a way, distant, but still morose as if he was the one to hurt you. It’s the strangest part about him, how he claims that he doesn’t remember much besides the fact that the two of you were particularly close (dark blue staining his face as he spoke, grinning at you softly), but there’s moments where he seems so… Wilbur like. Especially on your harder days, where his death resonates and tears at your insides, Ghostbur becomes much more somber as he comforts you. Whenever you flinch or startle, he becomes tearfully apologetic, hurting for something he can’t remember.
It’s for mutual comfort the first time you pull him into a hug, seeing as he started to cry after watching you fearfully flinch away from him late one night. The moment stabs at you with how Ghostbur really isn’t Wilbur, the realization sinking in as you rub his shaking back to calm him. Something settles in your chest afterwards, and you can finally breath again.
(Ghostbur stirs his hot chocolate sullenly, watching with tired eyes as you stoke the flame burning in your fire place. The tear tracks under his eyes only slightly burn now, but he barely notices it past the pain in his chest. He doesn’t understand why he had become so overwhelmed when seeing you jerk away from him, but it burned worse than the tears that had followed. His mind, usually fuzzy and clouded felt sober for once.
He had done something horrible, something that left marks on your psyche and made you scared of him. Heart pounding, he curled in even more around his drink, ducking his head as he prepared for another wave of blistering tears to come. He’s stopped though by your hand, just barely grazing the top of his head.
As he looks up, he’s comforted just by having you look at him. You don’t seem upset anymore. Unconsciously, he leans into your hand, shivering when your fingers slip through his curls and brush through his hair. Maybe things aren’t too far gone yet. Maybe there’s still time to make things right.)
Don’t forget to take care of yourself today! See you later :]
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MHA Males Proposal Headcanons
A/N: Denki, Izuku and Bakugou are all aged up and pro heroes
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Izuku Midoriya, Denki Kaminari, Aizawa, and Kurogiri Bakugou (Art Credit to quirked on instagram)
Bakugou and you have been dating for about 2 and a half years now and Valentine’s day was just around the corner. Normally Bakugou and you would stay inside for Valentine’s day, him cooking you a nice homemade romantic dinner before cuddling up in your bed together and hitting the hay. But this Valentine’s day, Bakugou decided to do a complete 180 on you. This year he took the whole day off instead of taking his usual morning/half day shift. He made you a nice breakfast in bed with bacon, eggs and waffles. He slept in with you and cuddled you until you properly woke up. The two of you then went downtown and, despite how much he hates it, goes to mall and goes shopping with you. Whatever you want he got you. Bakugou does his best to avoid paparazzi and fans, his complete attention being on you and only you. After your fancy shopping spree, Bakugou takes you out to get your favorite lunch. He does his best to control his temper that day, especially towards the paparazzi. After the long day out, Bakugou takes you to the spot you two first meet. He had actually been the one to save you from a villain attack at Ueno Park. The sun had just begun to set as he gently takes your hand and the two of you lock eyes. “Listen Y/N, I know I don’t have the best temper and I don’t always treat you perfectly and how you deserved to be treated because of that but I love you Y/N. You are my everything. You are the best spouse anyone could ask for.” He says as he moves to get on one knee while pulling out a dark blue velvet box and opening it to reveal a giant diamond ring. “Will you marry me?” Izuku (I couldn’t find any credit for the art image, sorry)
You and Izuku have been dating for a little over a year now and now everyone in the press was wondering when Izuku was gonna actually pop the question. It stressed him out a bit thinking about if it was too soon, when he should do it, where he should do it? Izuku had Saturdays off from his hero job and most days he would spend inside with all his attention on you. He didn’t feel like going out most days because he didn’t want to be bothered by paparazzi and fans, despite how much he adored his fans. Today was different though. It was a hot summer's day and the apartment was so hot it felt like an oven. Izuku decided that maybe the two of you should go out. As he was changing and getting ready, he remembered his engagement sitting inside his bedroom drawer, which he was just glad you hadn’t found while cleaning. He quickly grabbed the ring and headed out the door with you. Izuku took you to a big amusement and the two of you spent the day getting junk food, going on rides and just enjoying each other’s company. Luckily, many fans recognized he wished to be alone and respected his wishes though some little kids did run up to him as soon as they saw his face. Towards the end of the day when you were about to go home, Izuku suggested one last ride, a boat log ride, a simple one like it’s a small world at disneyland. Towards the end of the ride though, Izuku turned to you, knowing the cameras were coming up. “Y/N I love you so much, will you marry me?” He asked keeping it simple as he pulled out the ring box and opened it just in time for the picture. Izuku bought the photos right afterwards to have in the future before looking at the ring on your hand more closely. “The ring looks good on you.” He said quietly once you two got in bed for the night. He gave you a gentle kiss on the head. “Goodnight my future spouse.” He said and smiled at you before both of you went to bed Denki (Credit to KayDeeFox on Twitter)
While Denki is not a top 10 pro hero, that doesn’t mean the media wasn’t interested in his love life, especially considering Denki loved to give his S/O a ton of public affection(Hope you don’t mind PDA with this one). Denki is also super popular and you bet he posts everything on social media and I mean everything. He has gotten in trouble a few times with his agency for leaking private info about upcoming missions and such. So needless to say, Denki is very public about his attraction to you and how much he loves you. It’s sweet if you don’t mind that he can be clingy and whiny when you don’t give him a ton of attention. It’s right around your 1 year anniversary and Denki is head over heels in love with you. So much so that his close friends, mainly Mina and Kirishima, encouraged him to propose to you then. He got your favorite non fast food food and Mina helped him get the dining room set up all fancy while Kirishima and Sero went out and got romantic flowers on Denki’s behalf. The three friends had to be super quick, not knowing when you would get home from work, but none of the decoration/planning looked messy. Denki was a nervous wreck though. He took the roses from Kirishima and Sero and sighed as he waited for you to get home. Luckily it didn’t take you too long to get home. Denki quickly slapped on a happy smile for you and gave you a big hug before handing you the flowers. “You look super hot today, Y/N.” Denki said with a wink as he guided you over to the fancy table. After the two of you talk about your day and problems and had your dinner, Denki took the box out of his pocket, without you seeing it. Denki walked over to you. “I know we’ve only been dating for a year Y/N, but I love you a lot. Will you marry me?” After you accept of course, Mina, Kirishima, Sero, Denki and you all go out to get some celebratory dessert. Aizawa (Credit to lani on Twitter)
Aizawa and you have been dating for a while now, and I mean a while. You and Aizawa started dating 6 years ago. Aizawa has always loved you and he always will but this man has serious commitment issues. This man has had the ring for 3 months but nothing. He hasn’t said a damn word about marriage. He tries to do it on multiple occasions, even Christmas but nothing. Then one random weekend day, Aizawa gets up, makes you nice pancakes and just pops the question. “Would you marry me if I asked you?” You almost choke on your pancakes at the question. Of course you say yes though. Aizawa takes out a little red box and hands it to you. He isn’t trying to not be romantic but again this man has commitment issues and if you reject him now it won’t be a waste of time. The diamond ring is expensive and beautiful. He paid a lot for the ring but didn’t say anything about the cost to you. Once he notices you crying, he rushes over to your side concerned. “Did you not like the ring? Was it not as romantic as you wanted? Do you want to start over?” He asked, rambling about it was ok before you pulled him into a hug and told him you loved it. This man has never had such emotional whiplash before over one simple sentence, from you no less. Aizawa gave you a small smile and held you before helping you put on the ring. “I love you.” Kurogiri
You and Kurogiri have been dating for 3 and a half years, taking things nice and slow, neither of you in a rush to get married or have children or anything like that. This is both your second christmas you have both spent together. The two of you enjoying each others company without worrying about the LOV, because let's face it you two are the only functioning adults in that place. You both love each other a lot and spend a ton of time with one another. You two just had an amazing christmas dinner with ham and mashed potatoes and wine. Now it was time for gift opening. Kurogiri relaxed with you on the white leather couch as you two spent time opening gifts from the different LOV members and then it was time for his and your gifts to one another. Kurogiri opened your present first and then there was his. A tiny box wrapped it penguins that are ice skating wrapping paper. After you take the wrapping paper off, Kurogiri waits there anxiously. He hasn’t felt that way with you in a while. Once you open up the box, Kurogiri gives you a nervous smile. “Will you marry me?” He asks simply as he took the box and got on one knee. A bit unconventional, which was unusual for the old fashioned traditional lover that Kurogiri was, but it got the point across and you accepted, leaving Kurogiri a blushing and smiling mess
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Heyyyyyyyyy! I saw your requests were open, and I was wondering if you would take a request like this. Really like your wander character, and was wondering if you could write about some of their adventures that don't have anything to do with the DSMP? Okay to not answer this if ya don't wanna, that's chill
hello! of course, i get so giddy when i get requests for the wanderer character. i hope you enjoy!
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Wander pt 5 - The Trail Left Behind
genre: series, DSMP AU, oc
warnings: none
pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4
masterlist <3
They hardly remember their name anymore. They don't see the point in it. Eventually, they'll grow tired of it, whether is in three days or five hundred years. And they don't keep track of their birthday anymore. They hardly remember it either way, but at least they never have to feel guilty about free items after a long trip. Technically they're not lying about it being their birthday, cause it could be, or it could not.
Things had changed over the years. You'd think they'd pick up on it, but the fact that they always had their face in a tattered journal was enough distraction. They saw the rise of new species and the loss of others. In fact, they remembered the day they found themselves face to face with a group of Drowned while exploring an amethyst geode.
They remember vividly stepping into the water utterly perplexed by the large egg-shaped item sitting cozily at the bottom of the pond. They mined their way in with just enough time to get a breath of fresh air.
They looked around the dark place and lit a torch. The entire geode glowed with the simple light as they observed the way the purples reflected and shined. As they stepped forward they heard a click behind them. Then three more. Then the gurgling groans of the drowned.
Shit, they thought. Here they were, a room no bigger than 20 blocks, faced to face with a group of mobs. They weren't sure what to do at first but observing their surroundings, quickly decided to use the formations to their advantage.
They jumped, creating a beautiful melody and shaking the amethyst shards within the geode. The drowned stopped, seemingly confused by what was happening. This gave them the chance to perform a defensive move, a simple swing with their ax in order to push them away.
They jumped again, and a shard fell to the ground. The drowned looked stunned and confused as they began to move towards them, swinging more frequently. Then they took out their pickaxe, hitting the wall a few times until shards began falling down, pricking and injuring the drowned as they held their shield above their head hoping to not take any of the damage.
It had worked, and they had gotten a few shards and some new copper ingots.
Another time, they had been trading in the Nether, hoping to find some more potions and ender pearls. Things took a turn for a worse when they accidentally stepped too close to a chest, forgetting the golden armor they lacked, and opened it to reveal some Netherite ignots. There was a squeal then lots of running as they weaved their way around the bastion trying to avoid the angry piglins and terrifying brutes. They had made it out that day, thankfully, due to a large body of lava and alone ender pearl, they had luckily placed into their inventory.
They weren't always sure where they were going. Quite frankly, they didn't care. After a few centuries, it doesn't really matter where the paths they took carried them. They had probably walked the path years before and just couldn't recall because of how often the world changed. They remembered the first time they'd gotten too close to a mountain goat and almost lost an eye, or the first time they'd seen a monument in the ocean.
Regardless, they weren't sure they'd trade the life they'd lived, the people they'd met, and the stories they had, just for a kiss of eternal sleep.
But that could change today or tomorrow. They never knew.
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my grievances with BNHA
(Spoilers below) I’m long-winded today cos I had some Thoughts to get off my chest in regards of how I feel about the storytelling of BNHA.
TL;DR: I don’t think Horikoshi understands the value of ma. Maybe he believes that his target audience would grow impatient, and I have to remind myself that BNHA is a shonen and is made for young people and my storytelling tastes probably aren’t what he’s marketing towards- but I still think there is a lot that could be improved about BNHA if Horikoshi spent a little bit more time in the slow moments, and valuing the emotions and relationships of the characters instead of rushing to the next plot point. He also made way too many characters, which is typical of shonen, but the more characters he has to cover, the harder it is for him to provide content for all the people who have picked a favorite character out of the sprawling cast. Everyone is forced to find satisfaction in table scraps, but if he stuck to a strong core cast, there would be plenty to go around. Long version:
"Ma” is an extremely important storytelling concept. Ma is the Japanese word for 'negative space.' In visual art, negative space is the empty places on the canvas where there's nothing important to look at. After all, if every single square inch of your canvas was filled with something exciting to look at, like character faces or action scenes, your illustration would be very hard to take in at a glance, there'd be no distinction of character silhouettes and nothing would be readable. The same concept applies to storytelling. You need ma to achieve a greater emotional impact when the heavy, loud moments occur. Let's take a look at how Hayao Miyazaki of Studio Ghibli writes ma. In My Neighbor Totoro, 80% of the film is slow-paced slice of life moments where two sisters explore their new house, and discover supernatural creatures living peacefully beside them. Then, at the end of the movie, something distressing and horrible happens to the two sisters' mother, who has been hospitalized since the beginning of the film. The film's final 20 minutes or so are about them discovering this distressing event, and the emotional climax of the film feels extremely powerful because we were given time to live with these sisters, observe their peaceful daily life, and grow attached to them. Suddenly, something important to them became jeopardized, and we care.
Miyazaki often uses ma with food. Characters cook for each other, or eat together. The detail of the food in the animation is often exquisite. Miyazaki and the Ghibli animators want us to notice the way light refracts through the glossy surface of an egg on toast, or the lines of fat on bacon sizzling in a pan. He wants us to exist in these quiet moments of daily life.
I can't tell you the last time My Hero Academia actually had an extended scene of ma. Maybe it was the bench scene, where Eraserhead and All Might share a moment. It was a powerful scene in the manga, and it was powerful because it wasn’t about the plot at all. It was about the intimacy between two characters who have grown close over shared adversity, and All Might struggling to find purpose in his hard life. After this scene, however, the story has been one distressing event after another without any breaks to breathe. And, since it has so many characters, it has failed to prioritize the emotions of significant characters. How did Eri feel when Aizawa was maimed? Who is watching her? How did Inko feel when she saw her son mangled, even after All Might promised to protect and raise him? How much raising has All Might actually done in Midoriya’s life? It seems every time the two of them have a conversation, it’s about One for All, not about Midoriya’s growth into manhood or his emotional development as a suffering teen who’s picked the world’s worst profession. Will we get assurance on the safety and wellbeing of favorite heroes like Fatgum and the Big 3? Will Mic and Aizawa properly grieve Midnight? What about the rest of the UA staff? How does Nezu feel when UA was turned into a safe haven for civilians? How have the parents of all these students processed all this grief? How has Class 1-A handled their painful struggle? The story has been, instead: >heavy, distressing, lengthy action sequences where everyone is hurt >immediately following that, a prison breakout >immediately following that, scattered moments of characters in a hospital with dramatic flashbacks of their lives and burdens, yet none of them fleshed out to their fullest potential because there’s too many injured characters >immediately following that, heavy and intense emotions all focused on the plot of One for All, yet All Might is a mute ghost and has no actual bonding with Midoriya since they don’t even speak to each other >immediately following that, more heavy and intense emotions as Horikoshi rushes to show that Izuku is gone and has slapped together letters about his departure >immediately following that, more villains attacking heroes and civilians because of the prison break. There has been no ma. We haven't had a single quiet moment that isn’t focused on bulldozing into the next plot point or action sequence. What about a scene like Eraserhead sharing a meal with Eri, or talking to her calmly about life? How about the neglected characters like Fatgum and the Big 3 recovering in their own way? How about the moms of all these hurt children actually coming in and getting involved in their lives? How about the students of class 1-A trying to do something fun to diffuse the tension and show how they have grown close as friends or a found family? Sometimes Horikoshi tries to show ma in tiny snapshots rather than entire scenes; for example, there's a snapshot in one of the earlier chapters of Aizawa putting Eri's hair in a hair tie. This is a single panel. It's not enough to have a single panel. What we needed was an entire scene or chapter dedicated to Aizawa and Eri and Friends. Show her with her found family, show her going out in town or playing with a cat or talking to Mirio or Aizawa for an extended period of time. Show us scenes about nothing particularly important.
When your story is plot, plot, plot, you're deciding that human moments and human interactions aren't important. And at the end of the day, no one watches a show for the plot. They come to be validated as a person, and relate to the characters. I came to MHA because I relate to All Might, his disability, and his desire to be strong and fight through his suffering so he can selflessly help other people. That character resonated with me. I saw myself on the screen. Unfortunately MHA stopped being what I came to see a long time ago. I’m here because I like drawing my favorite characters, and the fandom has introduced me to a lot of wonderful friends, I’m not ready to give it up. But I wish it had more of what I was hoping to get out of it. I understand that making a manga is extremely difficult. And I understand tons of people enjoy it and have no issues with it whatsoever- all power to you! I just haven’t gotten what I was personally hoping to get, and this is why. :( ANNNND SEASON 5 JUST STARTED AND IT’S AN ENTIRE SEASON OF CHARACTERS I DOOOOON’T CARE ABOUT AT ALLLLL! HEY WE REALLY NEEDED AN ENTIRE SEASON DEDICATED TO CLASS 1-B CHARACTERS THAT ARE COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IRRELEVANT AFTERWARDS, THEREFORE WASTING SCREEN TIME ON FORGETTABLE UNIMPORTANT SIDE CHARACTERS INSTEAD OF THE CORE CAST THAT WE DESPERATELY NEED CONTENT ABOUT ALSO THANKS FOR FORGETTING ABOUT DADMIGHT HORIKOSHI
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Domestic life; Ben Hardy x reader
*Author’s note*
Here is a cute little drabble request I got from my Wattpad account, I had hoped to have also posted this yesterday but oh well (I mean the fic doesn’t really revolve around Valentine’s day but it’s still fluffy enough to be counted as such). So enjoy this sweet little drabble.
Warnings: Fluffy till your teeth rot. Lockdowns due to COVID (BUT THAT’S IT. Just the word and mention of just lockdowns in general).
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I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, even though I didn’t want to. My arms raised over my head as I let out a tired groan and stretched myself out and let out a soft yawn. I then looked over to my left and saw the man of life sleeping right beside me. His golden locks looked like a halo under the rare chance we had a sunny day in London.
His tattoos exposed from his nightshirt, my favorite of course being his lion nose and mouth tattoo. Those soft cute snores that came off his lips (even though he tries to deny it), and his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath he took. I raised my hand up and couldn’t help but lightly stroke the shape of his tattoo, very faintly tracing the curve of the nose, sliding my finger down the straight line before swaying across the bottom curve of the mouth.
“You know we could get you a matching set.” Ben’s sleepy baritone voice spoke up. I looked up at him and said.
“If we did it’d have to be washable. You know how I am around needles.” He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in closer. “Did you sleep good?”
“I slept great. You?”
“Like a rockfish.” He placed a kiss to my forehead and we just looked into each other’s eyes. “So what shall it be today?”
“Well you know WandaVision premieres today so wanna check it out?”
“I still can’t believe you made me binge the entire MCU movies during our lockdown.”
“And you loved it admit it. Hell Benny boy you were in the Marvel Universe. Granted it was solely owned by Sony before Disney bought the rights but it’s still the Marvel fandom.”
“So after that, then what shall we do?”
“Well we really can’t go anywhere so……wanna just have a lazy day in? No work out day, order take out for our three meals and maybe—fool around?” I teased with a wink.
“You are a cheeky mix.” He then captured my lips with his.
“Yes but—you did asked me to marry you. Which I’m surprised by the way.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as he began to kiss down my neck.
“Don’t act stupid Ben. I know about that affair with Joe and your little side hustle with Gwil. I swear it’s like I married 3 men instead of 1.”
“You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to marry me.” He said as he hovered over me.
“Yes I know.” He chuckled as he pecked my lips. Then again, and again and again. I giggled and playfully pushed him off of me and said. “Alright you human golden retriever.”
“You know that if I were going to be a dog, I’d be a beagle like Frankie.”
“Nah you’re a golden retriever. Silly, goofy, and loving all the way.” I bopped his nose before getting up and headed downstairs to let Frankie out into the backyard to go pee.
As soon as she saw me, she got out from her bed and I greeted her with a ruffle and scratch on her head.
“Hey there baby girl, ready for breakfast?” her head cocked to the side as her tail began wagging softly. “Come on let’s have breakfast.” She got out of her bed and trailed me to the kitchen. I reached in and grabbed her dog food and dumbed a good amount into her dog bowl and she immediately started scarfing it down.
I began preparing breakfast and as I cracked the last egg, I felt Ben’s arms wrap around me and felt a kiss at my temple.
“You make the best omelets ever.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.” I teased him.
“Who says I’m trying to flatter you? I’m stating pure fact.” I smiled at him.
“Well how about you give me a hand here instead of just standing there looking pretty.” He chuckled softly and saluted to me.
“Just tell me what to do Captain.” I then told him what to give me next and I proceeded to finish making the omelets.
Once they were done, Ben and I went over to the living room and I started up Disney+ to play the first 2 episodes of WandaVision.
“Okay so remind me again, is this before or after Endgame?” asked Ben.
“I wanna say this is after Endgame. Again I’ve been a little confused as to the timeline or what exactly is the time period here. All I know is that it’s like a sitcom now. And I can see that they’ve definitely gotten the exact cinematography down. You see how it’s a full screen and them using a single camera.”
“God I love it when you talk cinematography like that.”
“Sorry if I come across as annoying while we watch this.”
“No, no, no, no, no it’s fine. Really. It means you’ve got a good eye for camera angels. Remember when Dexter allowed you to film us when we were doing the We will rock you scene?”
“It was only for 10 minutes while he went to talk with the costuming department and to get him his 10th cup of coffee.”
“Still, he was amazed at the fact you helped with blocking and what you had already filmed. So much so we had it in the film.” I softly smiled and we continued to watch the episode, then watched the second one.
As the day went on, Ben and I kept watching various films as well as taking Frankie out for her walks. The sun was just starting to set and Ben said.
“Alright one last movie of the day, I feel like if I keep eating more popcorn I won’t be able to fit into these sweats anymore.”
“I wouldn’t mind that. Whether you have a 6 pack or a bit of a pooh bear tummy, I’d love you either way.” He blushed at my compliment and scrunched himself into a ball as I poked his tummy.
“Alright so what shall our last movie be tonight?”
“Well, how about we do Gwil’s movie Top End Wedding?” Ben pondered before saying.
“Okay. Any reason why?”
“Well I—he and I may have talked about that shortly after it came out and I might have told him I’d already seen it when actually I didn’t.” I wearily said.
“Oh I see so you-you lied to my best mate about a movie he was in and wanted your opinion on.”
“Oh coming from you Mr. Oh yes I’ve drummed since I was 12!” I sassed back at him. He shushed me and covered my mouth with his hand. I pushed his hand away from my mouth and said. “So can we watch it? I’ve been busy and you know it.”
“Yeah I know love, you know I was just teasing.” He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and switched over to Hulu now and we found Gwil’s movie. I’ll admit it took me by surprise (I mean based off the trailers I’ve seen it pretty much told the whole story) but the humor and message it sent out really spoke volumes that no other romcom has ever done before.
Plus the aerial shots were just amazing. The way the cameras would pan over the river or the ridges, you can’t fake that breathtaking view with CGI. After the movie was over, I let out a soft yawn.
“You tired?” questioned Ben. I nodded, barely able to keep my eyes open any longer. “Alright, come on then you. Let’s get you into bed.” I moaned softly and held my arms out.
“Carry me.” I heard him chuckle but I felt him lift me up in his arms bridal style and he carried me all the way to our bedroom.
He set me down on the bed and cuddled up close to me before putting the duvet over us. I automatically placed my head over his chest and placed my arm over his stomach while his arms came around me.
“I had fun today.” I said as I nuzzled into his chest.
“Me too. It’s nice to just kick back and relax for the day. Thank you babe.”
“Anything for my handsome boy.” He kissed the top of my head and soon the two of us cuddled closer (even though I don’t know how much closer we could be at this point) to one another till finally we fell fast asleep.
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