#sorry i had braces when i was younger and i just never got back into eating it

[chrissshub]

HE LICK ME LIKE A LOLLIPOP!

who knew a piece of candy and date night at home could get you so…

pairings: wife!fem!reader x toji fushiguro

cw: sex mention, teasing, cunn!lingus, pet names, dubcon(?)

wc: 1.79k

words from chris: my first fic in forever! hope you enjoy and while you do, I'm gonna make baked oats :P

Guilty…oh it’s so guilty but you can’t help it.

It’s your favorite movie on the living room television but you really can’t help it.

There, in the corner of your eye is a scene so innocent but a sight so sinful of Toji eating a lollipop. He’s so mindless with it, it’s almost so cute. But what wrings that adorable sense of joy into a dry, thirsty reality is the way his lips lock around the pink bulb, focusing all his attention down to a point.

Or maybe it’s the way your ear tunes into the delightful hums he sings whenever his mouth fills with the sweet confections, all to be washed away by a single ‘gulp’.

Your thighs have never been folded so tightly and your hands have never braced the black decorative pillow until tonight—a movie night at home, per Toji’s suggestion.

How could he sit there, a man such as he be—

“Um…Toji, I thought you didn’t like sugary candy?”

Before paying you a glance, he pried the pink lollipop from his jaw, leaving nothing but the glimmering wisps of spit to drip from his lips.

“I grabbed it from the bank today and forgot it was in my pocket. Used to love them when I was younger. Why…you want some?”

“No, I don’t think sharing lollipops are—”

“Aww, why not? You can just pretend it’s my d—”

“Okay! T-Thank you, Toji. I’ll have a taste then,” you sigh, leaning towards his beckoning side.

His chiseled arm laced around your shoulder, his hand bracing along its curve. The tips of his fingers softly traced along your pried jaw. His own sights bounced between the unfolding scene of your big, fluttering doe eyes calling out to meet his gaze and the sinking of the sweetened orb finally resting along the flat of your tongue.

A wicked grin cracked along Toji’s lips, hiding his pleased whims against the curve of your ear.

“That’s my good girl. You look so pretty using your tongue fr’ me.”

“Toji!” The squealing shout bringing his grin to a full-hearted smile. Toji could simply react, his arms encircling you in an embrace and his cheek smothered against your own.

“Oh I’m sorry Princess, just got a flashback in my head. I’ll behave like I promised.”

Shamefully, you nodded to his words as you gave into his warmth.

“Mm…my turn!” Toji chimed as he pinched the lollipop stick between two fingers.

Your eyes watched as he tugged the candy from your lips and back into his own, the tip of his tongue swirling about the polished sweet.

Seconds turned into minutes and those very minutes turned into the passing scenes of the movie on the screen. Toji earned your attention far quicker than the film, a fact that he could no longer ignore.

“Alright, you’ve been watching me more than the movie—and it’s your favorite…what’s up, Dollface?” Toji finally interjected. Toji’s full attention was placed onto you, that damned lollipop standing within his thick digits.

“I…don’t know…what to say…I just…want some,” you mumbled dumbly as you stared at the glimmering lollipop in the dimmed light.

“If you wanted some more, you could’ve asked. Here—”

You caught Toji’s wrist as he drove the lollipop to your lips, the sticky bulb pecking your lips.

“Oh, I don’t want that right now. I just…since when did you eat candy like that?”

The arch in his brow spoke more for Toji than what his fumbling words could. He returned the lollipop back into the wrapper sitting on the glass coffee table, folding what’s left between the colorful wax paper. With his attention clear, Toji brought his full visage to you with a newly placed smirk. 

“Huh? I’m just…I see what’s goin’ on here.”

“Hm? What’s going on—”

Before you could even finish your words, Toji was already ways ahead of you. With just a blink of an eye, he had your back pressed and arching against the arm of his couch and your chest smothered along the thick hull of his own.

It was one thing to be beneath Toji at his own whim, but bearing the heft of the accompanying stare was nothing short of stupefying. It comes without a call for regard, yet you can’t help but forfeit your attention to him and him alone.

 All his fascinations about you—the wants and desires crowd about the darkening blue hues of his eyes and consume his whole being. He’s even eager enough to close the distance that much more, pitting the very thumps of his heart to fade along your enveloped chest. 

All that stains the thick air is the staggering breaths plugging the lungs of you and Toji alike, growing until his confidence reaches its peak to finally speak. 

“You don’t have a problem with me eating this candy—hell, you don’t even care about any of that. You’ve got that look in your eye that I love.”

“And what look might that be?”

And of course, you didn’t need Toji to tell you—you already knew. It’s that look when stubbornness and determination form the thinnest of silver lines, careful not to cross each other’s boundaries. When your eyes peer up to meet his own, your pupils grow to encapsulate to contain all that tension down to a single point. 

The look of desire. 

And of course Toji knows that look all too well—he fell for it the very night you met and put a ring on your finger under a year later. It’s because the second you pass those eyes his way, he can’t help but give in to you. 

“The look of you wanting something. Y’know what I like to say—Whatever my pretty girl wants, she gets. So…what do you want, Y/N?”

The weathered palm of his hands brace at your waist, the pads rubbing at the supple skin as he makes a path to slot himself between your thighs. 

Toji’s glare flickered, the tips of his fingers drifting along the rim of your white t-shirt.

“Hm? You know I hate mumbling, Sweetheart. But I think I heard you want some attention, right"

“That’s not what I said.”

Toji shot a stifling glare back towards you, “So then what did you say?”

A silence fell over you as you searched for the unnecessary words. Nothing more had to be said at this point, except for the couch’s springs aching out as it bared the shifting weight of your lifted hips for Toji’s subtle tug at your intertwined pair of black shorts and blush pink panties. Your eyes followed his movements, the slow pull of clothing down your legs and to being tossed out into the dark oblivion of the living room. 

Toji’s cheek sank along your thigh as he waited for a response, his hands taking hold of the plush to trap you in his hold.

“Exactly, you don’t need to say or think of anything, Princess. Just let me take care of you, ‘kay?”

With a languid nod, you bit at your bottom lip as your body melted at Toji's touch.

The soft curve of Toji’s pout is the gentlest of sensations to pool at your navel and pull the mellowest of gasps from your lips. Just a kiss, a luscious one that’s carefully met by the timid bud of your clit. 

But he’s only this kind with you for a single minute. And in that single minute, he’s peppering those sweet kisses everywhere as nothing as a courtesy—an introduction, really.

However, the moment sixty seconds pass, his courteous nature sheds away. 

Why, once Toji makes the mistake of absorbing  the poor, pink bulb between his lips…he’s a man lost to lust. He can’t help but to induce a suckling tug along your clit, relishing the swelling throbs to strum within his mouth. Just to spite you, Toji lets the bundle of nerves greet the frigid air for a second as he takes a moment to observe the mess he’s made of you.

The tips of his fingers wander from the crease of your thigh to graze at the sopping slit of your pussy, begging for attention.

“Mm, n-no hands, Toji. Just keep doin' that, please?” You broke out carefully with a hitching breath. 

He shot you a glare, a particular one at that—a leering gaze, one riddle with spite. 

“I gotcha, no hands tonight.”

His words didn’t settle the worry brewing at your core. He’s agreed but knowing Toji, your terms would work out in his favor. 

Yet, your thoughts ran dry the moment Toji pressed his cheek back along your inner thigh. Just by the swirl of his tongue, he’s pulled you back down into ecstasy with a breathy moan. 

His tongue’s been waiting all the same to taste you, making no haste to delve between your folds at last. As eager as Toji is, he’s sure to catch every drop of your essence, allowing your honeyed pussy to meld into his senses.

When he’s ready to start all over, he lets his jaw come to a slow close as he drags the flat of his tongue from your hole back up to the puffy hood. He’s even keeping his eyes glued above, ensuring that you’re watching just how lazily he reels your twitching clit back into his care.

“Fuck…I wanna touch you s’ bad,” Toji whimpers out as he pulls away for a breath. The pads of his thumb drag along the puffy lips of your pussy, his touching lingering just beside the glossy bulb. “But if my lady says no hands…”

“N-No, you can use your hands now, Toji…please,” you whine, flashing a weak yet coaxing smile towards him. 

Yet, your pleas fall on deaf ears as Toji returns to his ministrations. He really had no intention of touching you—just like you instructed. It didn’t help that his eyes remained pinned with yours, those blue hues mocking your growing misery. But you truly couldn’t take it, that knot in your belly reaching desperate heights.

In the corner of his eye, Toji’s catching the rarest of phenomenons: your legs trembling in his care. It’s something he knows you try to control out of some temperance, but tonight must be his lucky night.

“If you keep moving like that, I can’t focus on you, Pretty,” he hums, pulling away from your folds with a lewd ‘pop’. 

“Then I guess you’ll have to touch me, right?” 

“But it’s more fun if I don’t. I mean, this is what you wanted. Got all jealous ‘nd needy over a piece of candy and now you can’t take it…tsk-tsk-tsk, that’s not like you, Baby,” his words marked with a greedy grin. 

All that could chime from your blubbering lips were whimpers, the ones that made Toji smile the most. Your hands came to brace the fabric of the couch’s armrest as Toji drove back between your legs, his grip on your thighs stilling your restlessness. 

And that’s all Toji did, just lick you like a lollipop. 

[no-fate-but-what-we-make]

Behind Closed Doors | Fezco

Description: you’re with Fezco in bed when Rue shows up and bangs on his door. Set in Euphoria season 1, episode 3

Pairing: Fezco x Female!Reader

A/N: The moment I first saw this scene, I knew I wanted to write something with it, but I never got around to it until now. Gif isn't mine - all credit to the creator. Enjoy xo

Warnings: drug mentions, addiction

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The sound of a fist banging on the door to Fezco’s house shook you out of your nap. “Mm, what is it, Fez?” You asked, still sleepy, stretching and turning over to face him.

“I don’t know.” Fez sighed, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. “Maybe they’ll go away if we wait long enough.”

The incessant banging continued and after a few more seconds, your boyfriend let out an annoyed grunt and shifted to get out of bed. You watched, a lazy smile on your face as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on. “Be right back.”

You didn’t necessarily try to hear, but the walls in the house could be thin so it wasn’t hard to eavesdrop on conversations. 

“Who is it?” You heard Fezco ask as he walked into the living room. The door squeaked as he opened it, and you could only imagine who was on the other side. One of his clients, no doubt. “Not today, Rue. Sorry.”

Rue. Your chest constricted at hearing the younger girl’s name. You’d seen her around school before you’d graduated, and had met her a couple times since whenever she showed up asking for drugs. From the rumors, her drug habit was one of the worst out of all of Fezco’s clients, and that was seriously saying something.

“C’mon man, don’t be a dick.” The window was open, a fact you hadn’t realized until now, and you could hear the hurt in her strung-out voice.

“Nah, I’m serious. You can’t come in.”

You and Fezco had just been talking about how he wanted to set firmer boundaries with his clients and you knew this was going to be one of the hardest. He saw Rue like a little sister, and always took special care when it came to her - any other girl would be jealous of the relationship, but you saw it for what it was: guilt mixed with some fucked up version of platonic love. When the news broke that Rue had been carted off to rehab after a very nasty OD where she almost died, Fezco had been inconsolable for almost a week. Ashtray had done a majority of the deals that week and you still weren’t sure what he’d told the buyers.

“Look, man, all I- all I need is just a few OCs-”

“Sorry, I can’t help you.”

“Fez? Fez? I’ve had a really fucked up day, alright? It’s been a really really fucked up day, so I need you to open the door for me, okay? Can you open the door, please?” The desperation in her voice had tears pricking the back of your eyes. You knew that tone of voice well, memory taking you back to your dead, alcoholic mother when she’d beg you to go buy booze with the fake she’d had made for you specifically for that purpose. Addiction was a hell of a drug.

“I ain’t gon’ help you kill yourself, Rue.” His silence was deafening. “I’m sorry but you can’t be comin’ over here no more. Just go home.”

“Don’t! Fez, don’t close the-” you heard the click of the door. “Fuck! Fez-” Rue banged her fist against the storm door, “open the fucking door, please? I’m begging you, just open the door.” In a flash, you were off your feet and heading down to the front door. When you got there, all you could see was his back, his forehead resting on the now-closed door. You wasted no time, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek in-between his shoulder blades as you held him tight. He took a shuddering inhale, bracing himself for Rue’s next words.

“Fez! You’re full of shit, man. You know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers, and now all of a sudden you wanna have a fucking moral high ground?! You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer. You know that? You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells. OPEN THE DOOR! Fuck you! Fuck you Fez okay? Are you doing this because you care about me ? If you gave a shit about me you wouldn’t have sold me the fucking drugs in the first place but you did! You fucking did so open the goddamn door! Open the door!”

During Rue’s rant, Fez had turned around, his eyes meeting yours in one of the most tortured expressions you’d ever seen on his face. You hugged him again, your arms winding around his neck as you let him bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

“I can’t do it-” He whispered against your skin, and you couldn’t fathom how Rue had heard him, but she responded like she had.

“Open the door, open the door, open the door!” The silence was heartbreaking, but you were currently torn between comforting Fez and fighting Rue for what she’d said to him even though you knew it was no use when an addict was like this. “Open the door. You did this to me! You fucking- you did this to me, Fez. You fucking ruined my life. The least you could do is open the goddamn door! I’m so serious I’m so fucking serious. If you don’t open this door right now I swear to god, I will hate you til the day I fucking die.”

“I’m sorry.”

She let out a heart-wrenching wail and smacked her fists against the storm door. “You fucking did this to me! Open the door! Open the door, Fez! C’mon man…”

Wordlessly, you took Fez’s hand and led him back to the bedroom, the sound of Rue banging on the door for far too long until she tired herself out and left.

The two of you had laid in silence and you waited without expectation until he began to speak. “I just…don’t know how to help her, ya know?” Fez murmured, staring up at the ceiling. 

“She’s an addict, Fez. And you’re a dealer. You can’t control what she does and you have to let her fail on her own. It sucks but there’s only so much you can do.”

“I know.” He sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. “Thank you for being here.” After a while, Fez finally fell asleep in your arms, his breathing finally evening out after an exhausting encounter. You tucked him into bed, curling up into his side as you tried to get some sleep of your own.

[mrswolffs-blog]

bestie can I request toto with a black!femreader? he’s just so daddy😩that video of him surfing?! *debby Ryan hair tuck* got me all in my Toto feels😪

Idiot: Toto Wolff x Black!Reader

TW: Cursing, Slapping (non abusive!)

The morning had just started as the sun had risen, lighting up the bedroom that belongs to the Wolff family, Y/n and Toto. Y/n was never one to be excited about mornings as she would rather sleep through the morning and work through the evening into the night; however she knew that staying in wouldn’t get the chores and multiple emails waiting for replies done so she dragged herself up and into the bathroom for a shower.

Upon her return from getting dressed and walking around the house to collect the things she needed, Y/n noticed that her husband who should’ve been at home with her wasn’t in the house yet he left his phone on the counter in the kitchen. Dropping everything in the living room, she went out to the sides of the house, to the garden in the front and had gotten no sight of her husband, she made her way around to the back thinking that he might’ve been relaxing at the poolside or even on a conference call with the team, but dear Lord was she so wrong.

Y/n walked out to find her significant other down at the sea, surfing his heart away with the widest grin mixed with concentration on his face. She was so mad at him yet did nothing as she watched him endanger himself even worse than before as his eyes caught hers and after a couple of minutes, his surf was over and he was on his way to get cleaned up.

Returning to the house walking with his crutches, Toto wasn’t surprised when he was met in the living room by his infuriated wife who was glaring at him from across the room. “Hey schatz, did you sleep good?” He asked trying to distract her from being upset. “Yes I did in fact sleep good. Thanks for asking, but you know what didn’t feel good? The fact that my husband seems to be out to give me a fucking heart attack by doing some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever witnessed on this planet called Earth. Why the hell would you go surfing while injured?! First you went bike riding, now you’ve got a broken arm and leg-mind you this isn’t the first time! Your forearm and leg are in braces for Christ’s sake! If you fell into the water your ass wouldn’t be able to fucking swim! What is wrong with you?! Why do you keep trying to kill me before my time?! I’m way much younger than you but it seems you want me to leave this world before you, huh?!” Y/n scolded her husband as she spanked him on his good arm with her hands.

“Schatz I’m sorry. I really didn’t think your mind would go that far, I thought of it as a harmless morning surf” Toto explained but it fell on deaf ears to his wife who noticed him wincing everyone he moved an injured body part but chose to keep silent. “You see, this is why women live longer than men cause y’all just jump into anything without weighing the pro and cons. You literally have surgery in a few weeks and it’s like you want to make your injuries worse than better so guess what, maybe I’ll call and have them cancel the surgeries, yeah?” Y/n replied sarcastically as he sat down on the couch to rest while Y/n went to start the laundry.

An hour and a half later, Y/n was sat on one end of the couch with her laptop in hand typing away, while Toto sat at the other end obviously now feeling the painful effect of his stupidity from earlier. “Y/n/n my leg hurts!” He whined as Y/n only looked at him briefly before shaking her head and refocusing on her task. “Y/n I know you heard me, please help me. My arm and my leg are hurting! The pain sticks!” He cries this time as tears poured from his eyes, showing that he very well regretted his past decision.

“I’m sorry Mr.I can do anything no matter my condition, I am unable to assist at this time as I’m on my lunch break” Y/n sassed at him. She allowed him to wallow in regret for a couple more minutes before she got up to get his medications and the necessary items to help with the pain. “Here, take a bite of this. Swallow the pills, then you finish eating it.” Y/n instructed as she iced and elevated her husband’s swelling leg. Toto did as instructed and rested his head after everything was done while he waited for the pain to subside.

After a while the pain had been fully gone and Y/n was now resting next to him as they watched some Tom and Jerry to occupy their time. “Thank you schatz for your help, your patience, your love and your kindness. I know that I am a lot of work but you manage me so well.” Toto expressed as his wife listened calmly on the verge of sleep. “You’re welcome sweetheart. I just hope that you’ve learnt your lesson and that something like this will not happen again?” She inquired from her husband “Of course not darling, I promise to stress you a little less. I love you” he giggled out his answer “I love you too you idiot” Y/n joined his giggle in reply while peacefully falling asleep, knowing that no matter what he promised, she would still be getting regular heart attacks in the future all because of her love for him.

[gemini-sensei]

My Best Friend, Really? | Jaime Reyes x Chubby!Reader

CW: spoilers for the movie, secret relationship, sneaking around, steamy but no smut. Request: What abt the reader being bsfs with Milagro and secretly dating Jaime? Tags: @elisiassideb1tch A/N: I love this but I'm not sure I did it justice, so I hope you all enjoy it <3

The Reyes home was familiar and homey everytime Reader came over, even after it was destroyed and needed a lot of repair. There was never a dull moment in that home, so of course Reader was there to help clean up and start over. No matter what, she'd always be there for her best friend Milagro.

It didn't hurt that Milagro's brother Jaime was smoking hot.

Reader was around so much, she knew about Jaime's secret. She was there to witness the Scarab choose him and it freaked her out. Everything that happened after - with Victoria Kord and Mr. Reyes dying - she saw them through it. She was there for Milagro and the whole Reyes family. She even helped save him.

It was also the even that pushed them together.

After everything, when they had a moment alone, Jaime approached her...

"Reader," he said, voice trailing off as he looked for the right words to say. "I know this has been a lot for you, trust me I know. But I'm glad you were there with my family, I mean, you're practically a part of my family."

"That's sweet," Reader had said, smiling. For a moment, it hurt. She thought he saw her as another younger sister, not something more. Her little crush on his was, well, crushed. But only for a moment. "Thanks for thinking of me that way."

"No, shit," he let out and licked his lips. "That's not what I meant."

"So I'm not like family?"

"You are but you're not."

"Jaime, you're not making any sense..."

"I'm sorry, this is coming out all wrong and- whoa!"

The Scarab, Khaji Da as Reader had come to know it, had used its connection to Jaime to push him into her. It's arms came out to brace against the wall, protecting him as always but effectively pinning Reader to the wall behind her. She stared up at him as he stammered an apology, but she wasn't listening very well. All she heard were the implications Khaji was trying to tell her. So, she took a leap of faith:

"Just kiss me already."

He smiled and did just that.

And while the beginning of their relationship was beautiful and bloomed into something fantastic and wonderful, there was one thing keeping them from sharing it with the rest of the world: Milagro.

She was rather vocal about her brother "staying out of their business" when Reader came over to hang out. When they were young, they'd go to her room and spend time trying new makeup styles to match their clothes, doing each other's nails as they talked about school and movies and whatever was happening in their lives. Jaime was never invited to such things. Whenever Reader took too long getting a drink from the fridge, it was because Jaime stopped her and Milagro would come in to drag her away.

"Go make your own friends," she'd say and stick her tongue out at him.

As they got older, the attraction between Jaime and Reader became too much to deny and they didn't try to stop it. They only hide it from his sister.

But as Reader walked up to the Reyes house, she realized how hard that becoming. When she sat with Milagro in the living room, watching TV, she realized how badly she wanted Jaime on her other side. The two laughed at the TV and made fun of the characters when they made dumb decisions, but deep down Reader wasn't having as much fun. She got too easily distracted when Jaime walked through the room.

Milagro caught her and groaned, rolling her eyes back in a dramatic eye roll. "You're not even paying attentions anymore."

"Sorry," Reader said and turned her attention to her best friend. She smiled even though he eyes wanted to cut back to Jaime. "Maybe we should watch something else? Or go out? We could go to the mall and make fun of all the poorly dressed mannequins."

Milagro hummed, giving her friend a strange look. Jaime walked through again and sparred Reader a look, smiling her way, making Milagro sigh. "Yeah, let's go. Are you driving?"

"You know it," Reader giggled.

That was only the beginning of everything coming undone.

As time passed, Milagro noticed her brother wearing stupid goofy grins whenever he was texting on his phone. He was out a little more than usual, aside from being the great hero Blue Beetle - though he definitely tried to use that as an excuse sometimes. She was keen on taking note of his avoiding questions about a girlfriend from their mother and nana. He was hiding a partner, Milagro just knew it, not that she could prove it though.

She tried to tease him for it but he brushed her off, saying things like "If I had a girlfriend, would you think I'd bring her around?" to which she'd say that if he did, she'd just tell his girlfriend all the embarrassing secrets she has on him. He'd rebuttal with "Another reason not to bring a girl here," with a heavy sigh.

One day, when Milagro was out, Jaime invited Reader over. They had the house to themselves as the rest of his family had gone shopping. They didn't have a lot of time, but it was enough for the two of them. They lay on his bed, entangled in each other as their lips melded together. Reader pushed her fingers into Jaime's soft hair and smiled into the kiss, almost breaking it. He nipped at her lower lip, making her moan.

Things were growing hot and Jaime pinned Reader to the mattress, straddling her hips to keep her down. He pulled away and muttered, "You're so beautiful, mi amor."

She smiled as he sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off. Her hands wandered his slender waist and up to his toned muscles. He was too hot, burning her up just because she was looking at him.

"It should be illegal to be this hot," she told him.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her once more. His hands slid up her waist and squeezed her sides, making her moan and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. One of her hands went back into his hair, curling her fingers into the thick locks and tugging lightly. He moaned loudly, which would make her giggle if it weren't for his tongue exploring ever crevice of her mouth.

She gently bucked her hips up to further tease him, feeling his hard-on poke her belly. He groaned again and she knew she had him right where she wanted him, making noise and nearly whimpering for her, so she continued the motion.

He pulled away when it became too much. "Oh fuck, Reader, you're gonna-"

The door swung open with a lough exclamation of "Aha!" followed by a shocked "Oh my God!"

The couple turned to the bedroom door, where Milagro stood under its archway with wide eyes. They didn't say anything, shocked and embarrassed to have been caught like this.

They knew she was closing in on them, at least on her brother and his mysterious girlfriend. However, they had not yet figured out a way to tell her about them. Now they didn't have to worry about telling her at all, but this was exponentially worse than what they thought it could have been.

"My best friend, really?" Milagro asked, staring her brother down. Then she turned her attention to Reader. "My brother? Are you serious?"

Reader opened her mouth to say something, but closed it as she realized she didn't know what to say. Everything in her heart combatted her brain and she didn't know what was the right and wrong thing to say. She looked at Jaime, who had moved himself off of her to sit beside her. They were still very close, his bed only a single mattress which gave them little space to do much.

"Mili, I-" Jaime started, realizing that he needed to be the one to say something. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

She shook her head. "Oh, don't even try that."

"I'm serious," he said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it back on. "We wanted to tell you, but we just didn't know how."

"Well, let me help you out there," she said, smiling wide and obviously fake. She put on a pleasant voice. "Hey, sis, I just wanted to let you know that I'm fucking your best friend. Is that okay with you? What? It isn't? Well, about that..."

"It's not like that," Reader said, putting her face in her hands to hide the embarrassment she was feeling at that implication. She didn't blame her for thinking that, she'd literally walked in on them about to get it on, if they were even gonna go that far. She took a deep breath and looked up at Milagro. "We really like each other... we have for a while."

The sweet words Jaime had told Reader came to mind, how he'd always thought of her as beautiful. How when he thought he was going to lose everything, she was a part of that everything. She was a big part of his life and that wasn't going to change no matter what. They were close and it was an undeniable fact how that closeness had morphed into love.

"Please, don't be mad at her," Jaime said, looking back at Reader with soft, beautiful eyes. He stared at her for a moment before turning back to his sister and telling her, "I told her that you wouldn't like this. It's my fault it all happened like this. We just didn't want to upset you."

Milagro scoffed. "I'm not upset that you are together. I'm shocked Reader would wanna be with you. I mean, she was here for the kiddie pool incident. I'm more upset that you think I'd be upset about it. Yeah, you're my brother-" she looked at Reader next, "and you're my best friend, you didn't have to hide this from me."

"We're so sorry," Reader said, the guilt finally eating her up. However, with the secret exposed, it was starting to shift and disappear. Her heavy heart wasn't so heavy anymore. "We overthought it, I guess."

"Yeah, you did," Milagro sighed. She shook her head with a little eye roll. "So, how long?"

"Huh?" Jaime let out.

"How long have you two been sneaking around?"

"Four months."

"I knew it," she said and pointed a finger in her brother's face. "At least now you can't deny you have a girlfriend."

"Are you serious right now? That's what you're most concerned with?"

Reader giggled as she watched the siblings banter with one another. It brought some familiarity back to the situation and she was thankful for it. There was nothing better than having her best friend and her boyfriend getting along, well as much as they usually did at the very least.

"Just don't make out with me around, I don't need to see that," Milagro said. She stuck her tongue out in disgust to make her point. Then she moved her hands in circles to gesture to the room. "And whatever you two were about to do in here, don't do it when I'm home. O r actually, don't do it here at all. I don't wanna know you guys do it here."

It was Jaime's turn to roll his eyes. "Well, since you brought it up, you should know that we-"

"Ah! No, leave me out of it," she said and turned to leave. "Keep it to yourselves!"

Jaime smirked and turned to Reader, who was a little flustered after that. He eased it with a small kiss and sighed. "I guess we can always go to your place..."

"That might be for the best," she giggled. However, the mood was ruined, and all she had to say for now was, "She took that well."

They laughed together he hugged her, pulling her close to kiss the side of her face. She fell into a fit of giggles as he pulled her to lay with him on the bed, holding her close. It was all she needed at that moment and it was perfect. Though she expected a lot of teasing in the coming days, which was okay by her. She could take it so long as her boyfriend was by her side and receiving the same amount, likely more, of treatment.

[sunflowerkiwis]

Drama Queen

You tend to Harry’s wounds after a small fight

word count: 628, she’s short and sweet

tw: mentions of fighting, needles (sewing), a couple swear words

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“Ow.”

“Calm down, you big baby.”

Harry flinched again and hissed at the stinging alcohol against his knuckle. “‘M not a baby,” he muttered under his breath.

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes, but with the thickness in your voice, it sounded more like ‘shore’. You were… disappointed, to say the least. “You wouldn’t be flinching and hissing if you weren’t such an idiot.”

Harry stilled.

Your words came out harsher than you intended them to. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but then again, all words came from somewhere and you both knew that.

Looking up, you could see his hurting eyes, reflecting yours. “I’m sorry,” you placed a hand on his cheek. Your hand was cold due to the alcohol in the cool bathroom air. “I’m just… I don’t know—I’m confused, H. You’re not violent, you think things through. I guess I’m disappointed,” you looked down at his cut knuckles and nudged at his hand, “Where’d this come from?”

This—the rash decisions, the impulsive pull of his arm, the harsh contact of his fist with probably another man’s face. It wasn’t like him.

“‘Dunno.” Harry looked down at his feet, hanging from the counter, like a scolded puppy. His voice lowered, “He was talking about you.” He, some guy you’d barely met from Harry’s management.

You tilted your head. Talking about you?

“He—fuck,” he winced as you padded his knuckles with alcohol again, “he was talking shit about you and saying stuff… bad stuff.”

“What’s ‘bad stuff’, Lovie?” You didn’t have to look up to see the hesitancy in his face.

“Don’t wanna hurt your feelings…”

You smirked. “Well it ain’t gonna hurt me more than him,” you let out a light chuckle.

The corner of Harry’s mouth turned up, not at the joke, but at the sound of your laugh. Although, it went away as soon as he realized there wasn’t a way to avoid this—not with your persistence and determination.

“He… he said you don’t deserve me and you’re—” his gaze moved from your face to his lap. From the corner of your eye, you could tell he was hurt too. “—that you’re ‘just some dirty chick who’s looking for money’.”

You threw away the alcohol pad and reached for a medical kit your mom had given you under the sink. Harry took a deep breath, bracing himself, remembering he still had a bad cut in his cheekbone that needed tending to. Your mom was a nurse and she’d given you this in case of emergencies, when you were younger she’d taught you lots of medical things like how to properly clean wounds and how to throw some stitches one, too. It was time to put those skills to use. You were always thankful for her and everything she taught and did for you. You always knew you’d need it someday, you just never thought you’d use these skills to help Harry recover from a literal fistfight.

“Jackass,” you said under your breath, standing up.

“Yeah,” Harry observed as you got everything ready. “I don’t know how it happened, it went by really fast. Just felt my fist hurting when it hit his face and then he hit me back. It’s all kind of a blur but then I kicked him out and came upstairs to you.”

You’d heard some loud, muffled words from downstairs, but you couldn’t tell if it was them shouting or a show they were watching, as you were watching one of your own in the bedroom and keeping to yourself.

He flinched when you brought the needle close to his face and your raised your eyebrows in a scowl at him. “H, I haven’t done anything—and you’re numbed.”

He gave you a sheepish look. “I thought it’d hurt.”

“Drama Queen.”

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Dec. 9th: Sitting on Santa's Lap

Day 9: Staycation/Day at the Fair

Day nine of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!

Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)   Word Counts: 1.4k+ Words Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

“You’re joking,” You said, wide-eyed and shocked. “You have never sat on Santa’s lap, ever?”

“Why are you surprised, Y/n,” Dustin said, laughing at your surprise. “Can you really picture Eddie, the most metal person ever, sitting on Santa’s lap?”

“I’d pay to see it happen,” Steve snorted, nudging Robin.

“You can pay me, Stevie,” Macy, your younger sister said, jumping from Eddie’s lap. “Eddie, I can go with you to see Santa if you’re scared. He’s a really nice guy, he smells like gingerbread!”

“You should make Steve pay all the time, love bug. Especially when he’s being mean,” Eddie mumbled, glaring at Steve before sticking his tongue out at him. “I’ll go with you to see Santa, though.”

“You’re too sweet to her,” You whispered, watching your sister’s face light up before she turned to run from Dustin as he tried to tickle her. 

“Nah, it’s just how she should be treated,” Eddie responded before putting a kiss on your head. “We better get dressed to go to the Christmas fair, guys!”

“Yay!” Macy shouted, running around the room to find her shoes and coat. “I wanna sit in the car with Dusty and Will!”

Once everyone decided which car they would be riding in, everyone quickly got into their ride and took off towards the fair. 

“What are you most excited to do, Macy Mace?” Will asked Macy, as she squealed in the back with excitement.

“I want to see Santa, duh,” Macy giggled, before continuing her list of must-sees. “Then we have to try the hot cocoa, ice skating, eat homemade popcorn, decorate the sugar cookies, race the elves-“

You quickly interrupted the five-year-old, “Mace, remember we have to take it slow, there are lots of other people with us and we have to take turns letting other people pick too.”

She released a giant sigh. “Okay.”

Before long, everyone had pulled into the parking spaces at the Christmas fair, and with your hand wrapped tightly around your sister’s and your other wrapped around Eddie’s, you guys braced yourself for the mayhem that was bound to ensue with a manic five-year-old. 

“Let’s get some hot cocoa first, Mace,” Dustin said, reaching out for her hand.

“Yay,” She cheered for the second time today, as she let go of your hand to find Dustin’s.

“Are you really going to sit on Santa’s lap?” You questioned up at the metal head. 

“Oh yeah, he is,” Robin said, giggling. “I’m going to make sure of it.”

“If you guys want to make fun of me for finally taking a piece of my childhood back with a five-year-old who is full of Christmas spirit, that’s fine,” Eddie said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m going to enjoy it and not regret a thing. I intend to make this a day that Macy remembers.”

“It will certainly be one that I never forget,” Steve retorts, grabbing Eddie’s shoulders as Macy and Dustin return with their hot cocoas.

“How’s that hot chocolate, sweet pea,” You question, noticing the amount of chocolate around Macy’s mouth. 

“So yummy,” she mumbled back, busy drinking the warm drink.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Dustin said, sheepishly. “We made a bit of a mess."

“Don’t worry about it, Dusty,” You said back, ruffling his hair. “I expected her to get messy today, it’s the way that I can prove she’s had a great day.”

“Santaaaaa!” Macy screamed out, quickly giving you her hot chocolate as she ran. 

“Eds,” You quickly grumbled. “Please follow with her, I can’t run with the hot chocolate.”

Eddie quickly jogged over to where Macy was standing, wide-eyed and mesmerized by the giant man sitting on a chair surrounded by elves. “You ready to get in line? We have to wait our turn,” Eddie said, touching Macy’s head to get her attention.

“Let’s go, let’s go!”

Twenty minutes later, Eddie and Macy were next up in line. The excitement was radiating off of Macy in contagious waves. For the first time Eddie could remember, he was nervous in a little kid's way. 

“Mr. Santa!” Macy cheered, approaching the man in a red suit. 

“Well, hello dear,” Santa said. “What is your name?”

“My name is Macy, and this is my sister’s boyfriend, Eddie. He has never met you before so I wanted to introduce you guys!”

“Nice to meet you Eddie,” Santa said, smiling at Macy’s excitement. “Macy, what would you like for Christmas.”

“Eddie has to sit on your lap too,” Macy said, ignoring his question. “It’s tradition.”

“Mace, I think I’m too old and too big,” Eddie said, softly smiling at the little girl. 

“No,” Macy argued. “Santa, he has to!”

“You can sit on my knee too, Eddie,” Santa said, trying to de-escalate the situation. 

Eddie released a sigh before lowering himself onto Santa’s thigh, careful not to put too much weight on the gentleman. “I already sent you my Christmas list,” Macy rambled. “The highlights are a new easy bake oven and a bike. Eddie, what did you want to ask Santa for?”

“Uhm,” Eddie started. After having never been asked this question, he could not think of any materialistic things that would make him happier than the people surrounding him right now. But to please Macy he said, “I would love a new guitar strap or an amp.”

“Well you two, from my list I can see that you have both been very good this year. I will see what my elves and I can do for you,” Santa said, patting each of their backs. 

“Thank you, Santa,” Macy cheered, climbing off the man’s lap and grabbing Eddie’s hand.

“Yeah, thank you Santa,” Eddie echoed. Santa shot him a wink in response. The rest of the crew, who were watching from beyond the line, called out as Macy ran up to them.

“Stevie, you have to pay me money now! I love the Christmas fair!” She cheered pointing a finger at Steve before she turned and started babbling away to Jonathan and Argyle about how they needed to decorate sugar cookies, now.

“How was Santa’s lap?” Mike joked out, causing you to lightly smack the back of his head. “Ow, what was that for?”

“Being a little jerk,” Nancy responded before you. “Come on guys, the show is over, let’s go get the homemade popcorn.”

Eddie, hanging behind the group a big, gently pulled your hand to get you to slow your pace. “How was that, Eds?”

“Felt weird,” He responded quietly. Realizing how he must be feeling, you didn’t push, instead, you stopped walking and pulled him into you.

“You deserve some cookies and hot cocoa, mister,” You mumbled wrapping your arms around his waist, tightly.

“Please,” Eddie sighed, his body melting into yours. Hand-in-hand, you walked with Eddie towards the others to check on Macy before getting Eddie hot chocolate. “Thank you,” Eddie said, smiling down at you as you handed him the warm drink. 

“Anything for you my love,” You responded. “Now let’s go get find the sugar-crazed Macy and see if she’s ready to go home!”

After hours of playing at the Christmas fair, and Macy being so tired that Eddie had to carry her, everyone decided it was time to head home. Jonathan drove El, Argyle, Will, and Lucas home and Steve took Nancy, Robin, Mike, and Lucas. Dustin and Max rode back with you, Eddie, and Macy. After dropping everyone off at their houses, Eddie pulled your car into the driveway.

“I think my mom is inside, Eds,” You whispered to the boy as he was getting your sister out of her car seat. “If you want to put her in her bed and meet me in the living room, we can watch a movie?”

“Sounds perfect,” He whispered back. You closed the car doors behind him before racing around to get the front door too. Your mom greeted the three of you before ushering Eddie upstairs to tuck Macy in after him. You walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and got some blankets out before sitting on the couch.

“I think a piece of my childhood was given back to me today,” Eddie said to you as he walked back into the living room where you were sitting. “I can’t thank you or your sister enough for allowing me that space to feel that.”

“Oh, baby, come here,” You choked out, making grabby hands towards Eddie. As he found his space beside you, you pulled his body into yours, dragging your nails along his scalp. “I feel so lucky that you feel safe enough with us to let yourself have these moments.”

“Can we go back to the fair next year too? Make it a tradition?” He asked, looking up at you with a child-like twinkle in his eyes.

“Our own traditions,” You whispered, mostly to yourself. “I would like that.”

[bestfriend491]

"Why would you do that?"

Headcannons / Drabbles

How she makes you reckless.

Ramonda

Though the two of you are very prim and proper now, if you asked anyone about your behaviour when you were younger, there would never be a good answer.

You were childhood friends before you were lovers so recklessness was bound to appear in any case, but it was far worse once you actually got together. 

When your puppy love stage was at its peak, you became quite reckless. 

Both you and Ramonda lost track of where your minds were supposed to be when you were around each other.

It was twice as worse when you weren’t together. Your minds were always on each other and not on the tasks at hand.

You became more reckless on missions that involved her safety being compromised. 

She became more reckless in her public persona when she was worried about your safety. 

Everyone around you two thought that it was just a phase that you were going to grow out of quickly.

They were wrong. 

It lasted longer than anyone could have thought it would. 

“They did what?!” your mother’s voice rang through the palace walls, as she sat in her throne and  listened to what Captain Zola of the Dora Milaje told her about what you'd done.

Captain Zola repeated herself, describing the day's events to her. 

She sighed, having run out of ways to fix the situation that she had gotten in when she allowed you and Ramonda to start formally dating. 

“Bring them in.” she said, her head in her hands. 

Not even a few minutes later, Zola walked back in with you and Ramonda slowly approaching your mothers throne. 

You were still in your black panther suit, while Ramonda wore her now completely wrecked Dora Milaje uniform. 

“Y/n. Ramonda.” 

You looked down with a smirk at your mothers beckoning call. Ramonda did the same, though she looked far more frightened. “My Queen.” she said.

“Mother” you followed, crossing your arms in respect. 

“Oh, don’t remember your manners now, Y/n. Captain Zola already told me what you spent the weekend doing. ” 

You took a slight glance up at the Dora Milaje’s captain. She looked quite content knowing that she had found the two of you after your 2 day disappearance. 

You sneered at her, looking down again. 

"Look up at me when I talk to you!" Your mother demanded it. 

Both your and Ramonda's heads shot up, looking at the queen. 

Your mother took a look at the two of you, taking a breath to calm herself down. 

“Are any of you hurt?” she said with her eyes closed. 

Ramonda hesitated, but you were quick to stop her from lying. “Ramonda’s arm was struck in the fight.” 

That got Captain Zola’s attention, as she noticed that Ramonda’s arms were being hidden behind her back. 

She approached Ramonda, taking both of her arms from behind to see the clear pain that Ramonda had on her face when the left one was touched. 

“It’s probably broken.” she rolled her eyes at the girl. 

“Zola. Take Ramonda to the infirmary while I talk to my daughter.” 

She nodded, taking Ramonda’s good hand, and practically dragging her out of the room. 

After seeing her off, you turned back to your mother, deciding to walk closer to her. 

As you stood at the foot of the throne, you looked at her with guilt in your eyes. 

“So let me get this right. You decided that at your ripe age of 18 years old, you were going to get married without informing anyone, and then also interfere with a mission that took 2 years of planning, just to showcase your skills?” 

Suddenly, your throat closed up. Probably from embarrassment. 

It definitely wasn’t a good look for your first few months as the Black Panther.

 “Mama. I’m sorry.” 

Standing up, the queen approached you. You braced yourself for a lecture. 

Instead, you felt strong arms engulf you in a hug. 

“I’ve been worried for 2 days straight, Y/n. Why would you do that?”

You stayed silent, not sure which part of the story she wanted you to explain. 

Stepping into the mission would be easy for her to understand. 

You were just trying to prove that you were a worthy hero to your nation. You had made a quick and thoughtless decision to involve yourself where you were not needed. And Ramonda had only stepped in when she saw you needed assistance. It was your regular routine with each other. Surely she’d have to understand that. 

Explaining why you’d tried to elope, however, was a different task altogether. 

That had just been a spur of the moment decision that you had both made in the height of an intense moment filled with love. 

A moment where waiting for official royal marital traditions to take place was not an option. It was hard for you to feel like anyone could comprehend the kind of moment that it was. 

“The two of you need to pace yourselves. If your love is true then nothing will dwindle its intensity and no one will separate you. Waiting a few years won’t hurt you.” 

It felt like words that you’d heard before, and to your mother it felt like words that she had been repeating since your relationship had started. 

But for once you were more willing to listen. 

“Okay.”

[giggly-squiggily]

Almost caught me off guard with that last call! But I asked what your least popular fandoms were for a reason, and I saw Black Clover in bold, so brace yourself for an unpopular request!

Lee!Finral! He is precious and deserves all the love ❤️❤️❤️ I know he’s pretty scared/insecure about a lot of things, so maybe some kind of cheer up fic with him? Ler can be whoever you want!

If you’re up for it of course. If not there’s no pressure!

Thanks in advance and have an awesome daaaaay! 🥳

AHHHH! My absolute BABY! God I love Finral- any and all chances to write for him make my heart so happy! I've gotcha covered! You have an amazing day yourself and keep being fabulous!

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps):

@duckymcdoorknob (Ayo it's your husband :3), @rachi-roo @injusthere07

The castle was strangely quiet when Finral came back.

Not that he was complaining- today had been a fairly bad one. From his mission filled with unexpected twists and turns to an unfortunate encounter with a snobby mage that sent him flying into the canal, he was feeling less than stellar in that moment.

As he began pulling his damp shirt away from him, he heard it. A faint giggle. Pausing, he turned back to find nothing.

Then he heard another, this one farther out but still within his radius. “Hello?” Finral called, goosebumps spreading across his skin for an entirely new reason. The base was old, and while Captain Yami never confirmed any ghost sightings, he didn’t disprove them either. “Who’s there?”

“Ooooo~” Something crooned from behind, making him straighten with a yelp. Footsteps followed, seeming to run towards him.

“Stay back!” Finral  backed away, hands coming up to protect himself. “I’m warning you- I- I have a book!” His grimoire raised, glowing beside him. “I’ll- I’ll use magic on you! Stay aw-”

Hands grabbed his shoulders. Finral screamed.

“Pfft- Geahahhahahahaha! Fin- pffffft! Finral, that was amazing!” Asta cackled, falling back on his butt as he laughed and laughed, rolling around on the floor. On Finral’s other side, Luck was holding his belly, kicking his feet as he giggled like a child.

“Oohohoh my GOD! Finral- you should be in a horror movie!” Magna cried, tears of mirth streaming down his face as he hung onto the wall, barely getting the words out between wheezy howls. “That was AMAZING!”

Finral looked at all of them, a hand pressed against his beating heart as he took in his surroundings. No ghosts- just these idiots. He felt relieved.

For five seconds. Then he was pissed.

“You absolute BUFFOONS!” He raged, too mad to feel embarrassed about his scream. The insult had the opposite effect- making the three laugh harder. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting like ghosts?”

“Oohohohow! Ow my behehehehlly!” Asta cried, giggling so hard tears leaked. Luck had rolled onto his side, coughing around his giggles. “I huhuhuhurt!”

“Ahahhahasta, brhehehathe!” Magna snickered, eyes twinkling as he met Finral’s glare. “We’re sorry, Fin! It was too funny to pass up!” He walked over, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “You looked so scared-huh? What’s that smell? You fell into the canal or something?” He leaned down, sniffing his shirt. “Yep.”

“G-Get off me! You’re all terrible.” Finral backed away, crossing his arms and glaring at the floor. “What did I expect? This day was destined to suck.”

“Finral…” The laughter died down as the three took in their friend’s mood, sharing looks of concern. “Hey, we’re sorry- really. We didn’t think you’d be this mad.” Luck got up, gently wrapping his arms around the other. “I don’t think you smell that bad!”

“We’re sorry, Finral. Forgive us?” Asta hugged his other side, giving him his best puppy eyed expression. Luck quickly followed suit, matching perfectly and doubling the effect.

“Ugh, you guys- oh not you too!” Finral couldn’t fight down a laugh when Magna joined in, sticking out his lower lip. “Fine, you’re forgiven.” He shook his head, ruffling the younger boy’s hair as he sighed. “This time. Do that a second time and I’m never talking to any of you ever again!”

“Oh no! Finral, don’t say that!” Luck cried, squeezing him some and unintentionally tickling. “We love you too much!”

“Don’t stop speaking to us!” Asta agreed, squeezing as well.

“I woohon’t if you don’t scahare me again!” Finral tried to argue, but his voice was broken up by giggles and laughs. Magna, who had been watching from the sidelines, grinned.

“Boys- he’s ticklish.” He called. Finral gaped. “Get em.”

“No! No, don’t you da-ahahahhahahahre!” Finral yelped, shooting upward as twenty fingers attacked his torso all at once. Luck massaged along his middle ribs while Asta put all his efforts into his belly and waist. “Nohohohoho, dohohooohohn’t! Stahahhahap it!”

“Promise you’re gonna keep speaking to us!” Luck cried, scribbling up and down his ribs with reckless abandon. “Promise!”

“Yeah, yeah! Promise!” Asta cheered, leaning in and nuzzling Finral’s hip with his nose as he squeezed, earning a short squeal. “Tell us you love us!”

“Ahehahahahaha! Gehahaha-whahhaahha! Finral tried to step back- losing his footing and tumbling over. Luck and Asta were undeterred, falling with him as they resumed their antics. “Mahahhahahgma hehehehhehehelp!”

“Yeah! Magna, help us tickle him!” Luck agreed, sitting on Finral’s hips as he pressed into his highest ribs.

“It’s fun! He makes funny noises!” Asta agreed, flopping across the older mage’s  legs as he squeezed and pinched his knees. “Come on!”

“Mahahhagma, Mahhahahhagma, plehahahahahse!!” Finral tried to reason with the fire mage as he came around, kneeling above him with a devious grin. “Hhahahahve mehehehehercy!”

“Hm…nope!” He grabbed his hands, pulling them up and above his head. “Get his pits, Luck! He’ll scream!”

“Wait! Wahahait wait wahahaAHHAHAHHAHAHHIT!” And scream Finral did. Not too unlike his terrified scream, the spacial mage flailed about beneath his teammates as Luck pressed into his armpits, wiggling and scribbling. “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHHHERE! EHEHAHHA!”

“Oooo, he’s so ticklish here! Coochie coochie coo!” Luck sang, giggling like a child at the reaction. Magna and Asta’s snickers were quick to join in, lost in the sound of Finral’s laughing fit. They could do this forever!

“AH!” Luck yelped when strings shot out, knitting into his clothes and pulling him up like a puppet. “Oh no! I’ve been puppeteered!” He laughed as he was pulled up and into the air, hanging about.

“Give him a second to breathe, Luck.” Vanessa laughed as she walked up. “What are you boy’s doing to him?”

“Just messing around. We were gonna stop eventually.” Magna grinned, helping said man sit up. Luck was pretending to fly, striking superhero poses above them. “Weren’t we, Lucky Strike?” He reached up, wiggling fingers into Luck’s belly and earning a squeal.

“Let me down, I’m gonna get him!” Luck cried, fighting back the best he could. Vanessa laughed, bringing them closer to her as their game continued, raising and lowering Luck as she went.

“Are you feeling better, Mr. Finral?” Asta asked, regaining the older mage’s attention. “You seemed really upset earlier.”

“You know…I do, actually.” Finral nodded, reaching out and patting Asta’s head. “Thanks for cheering me up. I needed it.”

“Does that mean we get to tickle you more often?” Asta grinned, earning a light shove.

“Only if I get to tickle you back. Speaking of…” He raised wiggling fingers, jerking his chin to the dynamic duo. “Shall we get revenge?”

Asta didn’t hesitate for a second.

Thanks for reading!

[ofstoriesandstardust]

prologue - lost time (bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: this is my new baby. i hope y’all like it thus far. i’m looking forward to where we’re going with it. there’s a little more me in this story than i care to admit and i’ve put one hell of a lot of research into doing this, so please, let me know what you think. 

summary: Mav’s hanging out with Rooster while on leave and he can’t help but ask the nagging question at the back of his head.

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | flight risk masterlist | story description | chapter 1 - how did we get here?

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warnings: swearing

word count: 1,375

Mav sighed, clapping Rooster on the shoulder as he moved around the man. They’d been granted a month’s leave after returning home from the suicide mission, and Rooster had come out to the hangar for a few days. The two had mended their relationship, and things would take some time, but he had his kid back and that’s all he could ask for. Still, he couldn’t help but think about this thing he’d seen on Bradley’s papers and he just- he wanted to ask but Rooster wore no ring. What if they were separated or she’d passed or-

"You okay Mav?” Rooster asks, a ghost of a laugh on his face. 

“What- oh, oh yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.” 

“Well that’s a dangerous thing for you.” Maverick chuckled, shaking his head. Rooster moved back to the plane they’d been working on, but he stayed frozen to his spot, knowing that it was now or never. Don’t think, just do. 

“Hey kid?” He finally brought himself to ask, bracing for Rooster’s reaction. 

“Yeah?” Rooster called back. He was stock-still, trying to choke out the words. He didn’t know why bringing this up was so hard, but the thought that Bradley had gone and gotten married in all those years he’d been apart from him- it tore him apart. 

“You’re married?” He finally gets out, words barely more than a whisper. 

“Hm?” Rooster looks over at him, clearly lost in thought. 

“You got married?” His heart clenches, thinking about the fact that his kid got married and he wasn’t there to see it. 

“Oh, that? I guess... yeah, I guess I am.” 

“You guess?” 

-

Rooster takes in the heartbroken look on his Maverick’s face and makes a split-second decision—one he’s not certain he should be making—to lie. He shouldn’t be lying to Maverick, not about this, not when their newly mended relationship is still so fragile but he just... can’t bring himself to tell his godfather the truth. To look him in the eye and say, yeah we got married for the military benefits years ago and I don’t really speak to her. 

“I mean, yeah, I am. Sorry, you just caught me off guard.” Maverick looks a bit relieved and he shakes his head. 

“No worries kid. Will- will you tell me about her?” He nods, fumbling for his phone as the two take a seat. Please, for the love of God, have recent pictures on Instagram. Maybe he’s got a few from college. Facebook? 

“Yeah, her name’s (Y/N). We met at UVA. She was a year younger than me and we- it all sort of happened so quickly when we were kids. We got married a little less than a year after I enlisted after graduating.” He’s got Instagram pulled up now, shows Mav a few of the photos from your life now. Out with friends, dinners downtown, a picnic in the park. A cursory glance tells him there’s no man in the picture- at least one that’s social media worthy. 

“She’s pretty.” Maverick comments and Rooster finds himself looking back at the phone, really taking in your bright smile for the first time. 

“Yeah.” He whispers, cheeks blushing a light pink and he can feel his godfather smiling at him. 

“God, so how- how’d the two of you meet?” Maverick’s voice sounds thick with tears and Rooster glances up at his godfather. 

“Uh, mutual friends. We sort of just hit it off, started out as friends and then just kind of fell in love with each other overnight.” It’s not a lie. Well, partially. 

“What’s she like?” Rooster recalls the night the two of you had gotten married, the way you’d drunkenly argued over the Star Wars franchise with one of his buddies. 

“God, she’s so funny and just so intelligent. Very opinionated too.” He recalls, thinking about the memories he had with you in college. 

“You don’t wear a ring.” Maverick comments. It’s not an accusation, just an observation. Rooster shrugs, trying to play it off. 

“It’s hard with flying and you know, it’s just- never been something either of us have really cared about much.” Maverick nods. “She’s always been afraid she’ll lost the ring or break it, it just- wasn’t important to us.” Rooster does remember her saying that at one point while in college, maybe the night the two of you had gotten married. He can’t really remember. “And we were broke when we got married so, you know, there’s that too. ”

“She live around here?” Rooster shakes his head. 

“No, she’s in Massachusetts now. Boston, actually. She works out there, went to grad school out there. Got a job offer from her grad program and it just- she wanted to go after it and I wasn’t gonna stand in her way. I’m gone on deployment so often too, that yeah, it can be kind of hard but she’s worth it.” The lies are flowing out of him with startling ease. Maverick smiles at him.

“Your parents would be proud, kid.” He whispers and Rooster looks over at Maverick. “I’m sure they’d love her. I’d love to meet her.” Rooster visibly hesitates and he kicks himself for doing so, because now Maverick is shaking his head and looking a little disappointed. “Sorry, you don’t have to- I just thought- well, I know this is still new and all-”

He finds himself shaking his head. “No, no Mav, that’s not- it’s just with her job and all, I...” Mav’s giving him a look Rooster can’t possibly say no too. 

“Well, you don’t have to, I’d just- just want meet the girl who’s made my kid so happy all these years.” It’s the way Maverick so casually calls him his kid, and with such ease, that he finds his heart clenching. 

“Yeah, okay. I’ll- I’ll see what I can do.” Maverick’s smile brightens and he finds himself being pulled into a hug. He’s cursing himself, begging every higher power that this would work out. “I’ll go call her right now, see if I can’t figure something out.” Maverick nods, wiping at his eyes. Bradley walks out of the hangar, far enough away that Maverick can’t hear him. He prays that you’ll answer as the dial tone begins. He calls you every once in a while, because even if the two of you aren’t in love, he still cares for you as his friend, and he’s kept tabs on you through the years. He hasn’t seen you since your undergrad graduation, which was years ago, but social media and FaceTime calls kept him well informed. Still, this was a big ask-

“Hello?”

“Hey, hey (Y/N), it’s me.”

“Bradley, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Your voice is bright and he feels the warmth that settles over him when he talks to you. 

“Hey, I need a favor.” 

“...Okay.”

“So, uh, to make a long story short, my estranged godfather is back in my life and he uh, wants to meet you.”

“...Why?”

“Well, because technically, the Navy thinks we’re married.” 

“Oh, right. They do send me mail.” 

“Yeah, and I- I didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth so, uh-”

“You want me to meet him?” 

“Yeah. Look, I don’t know if you’d be able to swing a trip out to San Diego for a few weeks, but I’m currently stationed out here and- you’d be doing me a massive solid. I’d owe you my firstborn or something.” Your laughter rings out clear, and he find himself smiling despite the circumstances. 

“You know, this is actually kind of funny. My boss was just hounding me to take a vacation this morning. I’ve worked here 6 years and never gone on vacation. Go to the Bahamas for three months, she suggested. You have enough PTO to do it, she said.” You teased. 

“So...”

“Yeah, I think I can make it work Bradshaw. Text me good dates to fly in and we can work out the rest later. I might already be looking at one-way tickets to San Diego.”

“You don’t have to come out here for an undetermined amount of time. It can be like a week or something.” 

“With you? Nah, your schemes are never simple.” 

[laurageto]

Destinys Knot Chp5 Gojo

Chp1/Chp2/Chp3/Chp4

trigger warning: this story contains hardcore sex, death and childbirth.

"Just don't freak out, okay?"

The ravenette haired female turned to Satoru with an instant look of panic.

"What the hell! How can I not freak out when you say something like that?"

Satoru winked, fluttering his long icy lashes at the girl. Suguru sighed and rolled his eyes, "Can you hold back from winding someone up for just five minutes Satoru?"

Gojo pouted in response and shrugged. "What? I mean technically I'm not winding her up. She's probably never seen what she's about to see"

The two men wandered into the school grounds, they were accompanied by two dark haired women, one clearly much younger than the other.

It was early evening and the campus was eerily quiet, most students had made their way back to dorms or headed out to town for some evening entertainment. The silence made the crunching of the gravel beneath their feet sound deafening.

Satoru brought his thumb and forefinger to his mouth and a loud whistle erupted.

Both Gojo and Geto stopped in their tracks to look up at the rose and amber tinted sky which prompted the two women to look up with them.

The younger girl gasped and stumbled back a few steps in shock.

Caraxes let out a death rattling grumble as his giant wings sliced through the evening clouds, Catos followed shortly after. Finally Cyrax nose dived from above, soaring past both of the male dragons. Wind whipped the group as her giant wings unfolded to brace you both for landing. Cyrax's talons gripped the earth as her big body finally stabilised.

"Easy girl" Suguru uttered calmingly, he strode towards Cyrax with his palm outstretched. The teenager ran forward and grabbed his wrist. "Are you insane! Can you not see that thing!" She squealed at the top of her lungs.

Satoru placed a gentle palm on her shoulder. "Relax Riko. We're old friends"

Riko's grip loosened on Suguru who nodded reassuringly at her before holding his hand out to the dragon.

Cyrax snarled slightly, dipping her snout down to Geto before taking in his scent. The giants body instantly relaxed and she let out a gentle purr.

"What the hell Satoru! I told you not to call them down unless it was an emergency!"

You popped your head up from ontop of Cyrax's back before starting to clamber down. "This is an emergency" he whined, "Riko and Misato have never seen a dragon before"

You slid down the side of your dragons nape and marched over to the group. You greeted Suguru first with a quick peck, Satoru stuck his tongue out in disgust. "You" you pointed your finger at him whilst walking. You got up to close to him, your body pressed up against his chest. He was much taller than you so you had to look up to face him. For some reason your heartrate hitched and your breathing became irratic for a moment.

"Yes sweetheart? He growled.

Within seconds of the words leaving his lips your fist landed square across his jaw. "Heh. Limitless didn't see that one coming then?" You scoffed.

"Yooooooouch! Oww ow!"

Gojo stepped back, gingerly rubbing his face like a sad little puppy.

"I'm so sorry" you bowed to the two women. "My name is Tatsuya, Y/n. But please just go by my first name. Oh and if he ever annoys you, just hit him. He's my future husband so I'll allow it" you grinned at the pair who giggled and nodded. "Wait so your allowed to make the husband joke bu..." Satoru started before Geto nudged him playfully in a bid for him to drop it.

Gojo took the hint.

㊕

"So Riko, tomorrow's your last night before the assimilation. Is there anything you'd like to do?" You smiled kindly at the young girl as you walked towards the dorms. The three of you walked in front whilst Gojo and Geto loafed behind goofing about as usual. You'd offered Riko to stay at your accomodation for the night, you couldn't imagine how it would feel to be her right now and you wanted to try to make the last few nights as special as possible for her.

She pondered the thought for a moment before answering. "I'd really like to experience the night life. I've always been studying, never gone out. Never even kissed a boy..." her voice trailed off as she thought about all the firsts she'd be missing.

You cut her off excitedly, "Well we're taking you out tomorrow! All the best clubs Kyoto has to offer, and I'll be sure to find you the cutest boy I can"

"We're?" Satoru and Suguru repeated simultaneously. "Yep! Don't think you're getting out of this one boys"

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

you're not alone--shadowbringers

Ran’jit had caught him with the serrated edge of his scythe.  The blow had sent double shockwaves through Thancred—physically and aetherically, breaking his strained concentration.  As he struggled to regain his senses—Ranjit struck again, unleashing a flurry of blows that sent Thancred flying back and crashing into a wooden wall.  Dirt and debris rose into the air around him.  For several moments the gunbreaker was motionless, his focus on breathing through the pain.

This…is not good.  He was running low on his most powerful ammo, and his trick of cutting himself out of the aetherical flow was already starting to take a toll on his body.  And Ran’jit’s transformation was making things much harder—even more so than normal.

Can’t be…  With a pained wheeze, Thancred pushed himself up and forward.  Digging the tip of his gunblade into the dirt, he squinted at his opponent.  Ran’jit was walking towards him, and Thancred held—or rather, attempted to hold up a hand.

“Give me a moment to get back on my feet, will you?”

“Still think this is funny?!”  Ran’jit snarled.

“Might be a little bit funny.”  Thancred countered, blinking—there were two Ran’jits.  He was certain that he was only fighting one.  Unless he counted the snake-dragon thing.  Which he kept forgetting to ask Reinhardt and Mathye about.  Shakily Thancred started to rise—but his knees gave way, and he went back down. 

Must…get…back up.  He needed to stand.  Needed to fight.  Needed to protect Minfilia…Riven…Sebastian.  Ran’jit stopped with him.  Thancred gritted his teeth, looking up just as Ran’jit braced himself, and then launched forward—

Only to be suddenly blown back as a deafening gunshot went off.  Thancred’s eyes widened as he watched Ran’jit reel backward. A black blur followed, and for several moments it was a dance--Ran'jit evading swipes and strikes, before landing a blow against Thancred's defender.

"Sebastian?!" Thancred got out. The younger man was sent skidding back, but was able to keep his footing. He immediately moved, placing his body between the pair. "I thought--I told you to stay with Riven and Minfilia!!"

"Shut up!"  Sebastian snarled.  Thancred blinked, he'd never seen the other Sharlayan that angry before.  "Shut up and get on your feet!  I'll kick your ass for thinking you could fight this bastard alone later!"

"Sebastian-!"

"Do you want to keep being like him?! The reason for her tears?!"  Sebastian glared at his teacher.  "Don't you want to remain by Minfilia's side for as long as you can?!  That means letting us help you!  And if you thought we were just going to let you play the self-sacrificing martyr, think again!" 

They're everything to me. All I have and all I need. And I would gladly do anything for them!

Thancred closed his eyes on the memory of Minfila's words.  The cracks he imagined that lived in his soul--he fancied he could feel a balm on them, something pouring into the wounds to fill them up.

I'm sorry for all the things I've left unspoken.

This was supposed to have been his atonement. Living through it would have been a privilege.

I'll not have you waste that newfound resolve on me.

He couldn't make up for all the things left unspoken...if he was dead.  Gritting his teeth, Thancred rose, every muscle and nerve screaming in agongy. With a shaky breath he reached into a pocket, pulling out one of the few healing potions Ranjit hadn't destroyed. 

"If you can think you can kick my ass after this, apprentice, you're dead wrong."  Sebastian smirked at that, then looked toward Ranjit.

"Riven and Minfilia didn't have too far to go when I left them." He said. Thancred pulled the cork of the potion free with his teeth and spat it out to the side. Putting the rim to his lips, he chugged the liquid in one pull, then threw the bottle to the side. His breathing quickly became easier, the pain receding as the potion sank into his wounds. His footsteps now steady, he came up alongside Sebastian.

"And here I was planning on playing the hero." He quipped. Sebastian smirked.

"I'll watch Y'shtola tear you a new one for that when we're finished."

[telomeke-bbs]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you-meme!

Got tagged by @tiistirtipii at this post here and @inventedfangirling at this post here. Thanks for tagging me! 🥰 (And sorry I've taken so long to respond. 🤦‍♂️)

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

You can call me Tel. I love writing, languages, linguistics, and learning about different cuisines and cultures. I live right in the middle of Southeast Asia.

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I started watching Bad Buddy almost from the start, after a friend told me Ohm had a new series out. I went into it pretty blind, not knowing anything at all about its history or genesis. I'd liked Ohm's work in He's Coming to Me and was open to more from him, not thinking the series would be anything more than your run-of-the-mill BL. And was I ever wrong! I think BBS sort of grew slowly on me for the first few episodes, but it really took hold after Nanon's single tear at the end of Ep.4. And I lost it after The Kiss at the end of Ep.5, of course. The no-holds barred obsession really set in after I realized this wasn't any ordinary BL; it works on so many levels and the intelligence with which it was crafted is formidable.

Favourite ship/s

PatPran does it for me.

Favourite character/s

Love them all, but introvert Pran with his protective walls, defensive rituals and surreptitious signposting of his emotional state with doodles and symbols really struck a chord. Pre-Ep.10 Pran was like an extreme version of younger me, I sometimes think.

Favourite episode/s

Episode 11 – I love everything about the beach, and the two of them alone by the sea was like my idea of paradise. But I nodded sagely along when BBS gently pointed out that their beachside idyll was just a temporary respite and that paradise doesn't exist on Earth.

Favourite scene/s

Oof. So many. My all-time favorite is the opening scene of Episode 5 (see this link here for why) because it was layered so deep with meaning and messaging, beneath the happy surface theatrics. I sometimes think of BBS as one giant and intricate puzzle, and if you find and fit together the right puzzle pieces it reveals so much more to you. The amazing thing is that it kept doing this over and over again. Like how many themes and allegories can this one series have? But if you want to disregard all of that and just enjoy it as a well-crafted BL with stellar acting, you can too. And that is also part of its magic.

Some other scenes that still give me the chills:

Deeply-pining Pran looking on at an oblivious Pat sleeping peacefully in Ep.4 [4/4]; I've been there and I know exactly how his heart must have been rent in two at that moment.

The Kiss in Ep.5 of course.

Pat finding out in Ep.10 that Ming wasn't the unimpeachable hero that he thought he was.

Pran missing Dissaya in Ep.11 (this is because I still miss my late mom with all my heart; the grief is going to be a forever guest there I fear – you just learn to pack it away in a box and put it away in a quiet room in your heart, but it breaks free every now and then, just to stare at me silently with its unknowable face).

When Our Song plays in Ep.11 (especially when Uncle Tong does his voiceover and the soaring guitar solo kicks in, and then we see Pat and Pran back in front of their houses, bracing themselves to face their families again).

Ah that award-winning scene on the balconies in Ep.12, when Pat and Pran indulge in a joyful, all-smiles tin-can conversation for old times' sake, play-acting at being strangers, and then dastardly Director Aof toys with our hearts once again and has the music crescendo as he morphs them back into their kiddie selves dressed in the same clothes to show us that the bond between the two scamps had always been there, forged since childhood, and that they were never really enemies throughout it all. And amidst the nostalgia we're suddenly engulfed in a wave of bittersweet emotions imagining all the what-ifs and if-onlys and what-might-have-beens had those poor little tykes not been forced into that meaningless rivalry by their warring parents. But as the camera pans away we hear their young voices piping in the night, still innocent and so full of hope, reminding us that when those two little boys grew up they still managed to find a way to triumph over all the pitiless hurt imposed on them. And how privileged we were to have been able to share in the story of their journey.

One thing you would change about the show if you could

I've thought so much about this show, it's not just one thing. And don't get me wrong; I'm not tearing it down or hurling brickbats at this series I love so much. It just irks the Perfectionist Pran side of me that something so beautiful, deep, intelligent and heartfelt also has its little flaws here and there.

I think they could have done a better job helping us understand how and why PatPran's competitive dynamic launched them so suddenly into the madcap bet in Ep.7. The cinematography was inconsistent in a lot of parts. The English subtitling (especially of Ep.5) could have clarified some things, but instead made them more confusing. And Pat getting shot may have been necessary on an intellectual level, to nod at some trope, theme or other literary preoccupation perhaps. But the narrative didn't really need that moment of conflict and I felt BBS tipped over into unnecessary melodrama at that point.

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

I adore the analysis, meta and backgrounding of BBS that you can find on Tumblr. So many intelligent, creative people looking at this show, but those that spring to mind:

@airenyah @bengiyo @chickenstrangers @dribs-and-drabbles @dudeyuri @grapejuicegay @inventedfangirling @kenmakaashi @lovelyghostv @lurkingshan @lurkingteapot @miscellar @neuroticbookworm @pandasmagorica @ranchthoughts @recentadultburnout @waitmyturtles

Fan art also by @hereforlou and @kit-teung. 😍

I've probably forgotten so many others, please forgive me if I have; if I've liked and reblogged your work it means that you've touched me with your intelligence and output and I'm automatically a fan.

What are your favourite fanworks you've made?

I mostly post observations and findings from research about the show, so they're not works of fiction or visual art, just essays really. They're all special to me in different ways, but I lean most to the one that talks about the etymology of Pat and Pran's chue lens, what they mean semantically and what they mean for the series (write-up linked here):

My post about the Ep.1 scene in front of Khun Noppharnach's Pharmacy (linked here) was another one where the pieces of the BBS logic puzzle fell into place in a way that satisfied my gameplaying side:

I'm also chuffed about my location posts (linked here; have identified almost all of them, such is the power of the Internet), finding out that the jeep in khanom jeep dumplings also means to court (linked here), and tracking down Baseball Mom (linked here).

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A song that makes you think of BBS (not in the show)

My obsessive mind can't let go of this song (I've written about it several times now) but Never (ไม่เคย) by 25Hours devastatingly captures the quiet grief over losing that special someone in your life (and tells us what Pat must have been going through post-separation from Pran in high school). Pat mentions it at Ep.5 [3I4] 0.35 but it isn't played in the show. I've got it on repeat now, and am well on my way to memorizing the lyrics.

Onward tagging:

@airenyah @bengiyo @chickenstrangers @dribs-and-drabbles @dudeyuri @grapejuicegay @hereforlou @inventedfangirling @kenmakaashi @kit-teung @lovelyghostv @lurkingshan @lurkingteapot @miscellar @neuroticbookworm @pandasmagorica @ranchthoughts @recentadultburnout @waitmyturtles

No pressure to play if you don't want to, or have already done it. But do tag and let the rest of the BBS fandom know if you have responses for us to read! 😍

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[keo-k]

sometimes i think i wasnt an injury-prone child and then i realise im gaslighting myself

tw: fair descriptions of injury?? if you dont like blood uhh dont read <3 this is just me reminiscing on being a child who thinks they cannot feel. pain. sorry if its incoherent im very sick and life feels like a fever dream and i did not sleep last night! this is so diary-entry-core TLDR i had a lot of random injuries and a few medical mysteries.

i keep looking at the middle of my chest like "man where the fuck did i get this scar from" and then i remember this one childhood day where i was filled with hubris and slid down a chain in a playground and my skin tore from under my shirt and i started bleeding terribly ill also occasionally look at the permanent callouses on my hands and remember running down a hill at full speed, followed by rolling down a hill at full speed, crashing into rocky concrete, looking down at my hands and being utterly terrified because they're entirely covered in blood???? its all red??????? also spinning on the biggest rock in the rock garden in front of my house after a friend's birthday party blowing bubbles when i lose my footing and land chin-first into the sharpest rock there, getting blood all over my favourite party dress and having to go to the ER for 6 hours and getting, not stitches, but glue. yeowie. i scratched most of the scar off somehow, just tearing the skin off my face because i didnt like the texture. its still kind of there if you look at the right angle. being in gymnastics class, doing beat swings on the high bars, thinking "whey my hands hurt im gonna drop and get some chalk (for some reason. its not like i was slipping i was just yeowch)", dropping down, looking at my hands and LO AND BEHOLD three inches of the skin beneath my ring finger on both hands is sticking up stupid vertical ! i couldnt use my hands too good for the next two weeks, also the skin sticking up WAS NOT DEAD so i couldnt trim it without feeling excruciating pain. like cutting your ear off :( not really a "when i was younger" thing, still valid now, but i have hyper mobility so im stupid flexible. especially in my ankles! like i cant do sports without wearing ankle braces on both legs. even that cannot save me sometimes, i still die. anyway my mum thought i was a piece of shit and was faking my ankle injuries bc the limping would last like. a whole month wowie! then we realised i just have bad joint. also i can hit the splits anywhere without stretching, i can walk on the literal sides of my ankles (not like. the sides of my feet no no no. go even further beyond.), i can fold my fingers backwards into silly lookin curls without any pain and keep them there no issue, and i have gotten many MANY greenstick fractures even after my bones developed a lot because my bones soft and refuse to break like a normal persons. like my basketball coach will bend my leg back to test how far it goes and i wont feel any pain and he'll say like. "oh thats waaaay too far back to be safe." and ill laugh because it can go WAY further back! and i hate it !

BONUS: ME BEING A MEDICAL MYSTERY WOOOOO up to age 8 i would have these ... seizures? all throughout the night. i would shake super aggressively and it wouldnt wake me up. my mum filmed it one night when she finally caught it on video (she would stay up HOURS ON END trying to catch it. wild). the shaking would start like a twitching at my fingers and would travel to my hand, to my arm, to the rest of my body and youd think i got fucking electrocuted. anyway she showed it to doctors and they brought me in immediately to scan my brain for fuck knows what and they didnt. find anything? like my brain activity was completely normal. they didnt let me out of hopital for a week cus theyre like "THIS ISNT NORMAL SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THIS KID" but. womp womp. we never found out. i dont shake anymore but i do shmove a lot. like, a lot a lot. and im always tired and im capable of falling asleep standing up. and have minor chronic fatigue. also i had a bullseye-type thingy on my thigh that really, REALLY looked like a tick bite! i was in immense amounts of pain and couldnt properly walk. there was a dot in the middle, and this surrounding ring of red would expand and shrink overtime. very reasonable to think of it as a tick bite. anyway my parents carried me out to the car in the middle of the night so we could go to sick kids. they measured how much the ring would expand by (i dont remeber number. it was beeg.) and then they sent me to the ER out of the concern that i would get lyme disease. they tested me or something idk i was unconcious and. IT WASNT A TICK BITE! you may be asking "so what was it, mr gorgeous fish?" um. well heres why this is in the 'medical mystery' section. they never found out. it went away a day later and we were just like "ah. okay." so. whoops. when i was a toddler they put me in an mri thing where they uh. strapped me down because toddlers usually freak out and damage the mri thingy? anyway. was in there for two hours. and i did not freak out. at all. i was asleep for one of the hours, but the second one i just laid there very awake and very still and the doctors thought i had brain. damage. i didnt! yay ! i also have many chronic illness now. weeeee i probably missed a lot of my stories here but anyway. heres me being silly

[angstyaches]

1/2 I'd like to send a link to a fic prompt (If you're open to them 😊). It gives me Sharlie vibes, and even though there's sickness involved I think it's a good one for them to angst over each other - the not-sick one worrying about the sick one and trying to let them rest, but also stressing over why they weren't told and having to find them like this, and the sick one feeling guilty for being a bother but also being grateful. Good couple shit 😁

Aagghh, I'm sorry, I deviated a bit from the exact wording of the prompt and it became more of a starting point, but I hope you enjoy it!! Thank you for waiting 🖤

Prompt

Word Count: 3,000ish

CW: nightmare (skip to the first "___" ellipses to avoid it), fever, emeto, anxious caretaker, out-of-it sickie.

___

Charlie bobbed in and out of nightmares like a chunk of driftwood thrown in the ocean in a storm. He let the waves take him; being awake felt dreadful anyway. It wasn’t the most restful of sleep, but if he got enough of it, maybe his body would right itself. 

Fractured shards of blue sky were flanked by darkness and rock. He was barefoot, teetering at the edge of an inky pool. His nerves were alight as though he were being watched, and dread rose up his throat as he lowered his gaze from the horizon, towards the surface of the water. He braced himself for Charlie Two’s image – skeletal, brittle, angular – to greet him instead of his own human reflection. This was, after all, the place where they had first met, where their souls had been bonded. 

What awaited him was much worse. 

The face of a child rippled and distorted in the black water, his skin blossoming with bruises, his blue eyes wide and terrified, his mouth hanging open in a silent, perpetual scream. 

In true nightmare fashion, Charlie tried to scream and found that he couldn’t. His mouth was already gaping, too, as though his younger self’s form were mimicking him. He tried to fling himself backwards, but instead, he sank head-first into the water, glimpsing the whites of his own eyes as he tumbled. 

When he fell, he spun, and he found he was in a living room that hadn’t been familiar to him in years. This was the last house he and Jon had both lived in, before Jon went away to boarding school. Charlie glided like silk through the room, as though he were one of the shadows cast through the room by the moonlight. A figure sat, hunched on the floor by the sofa, head buried between their knees. Charlie recognised the flop of dirty-blonde hair. This wasn’t a memory; he had never seen teenaged Jonathan cry, not even when Grandad had passed away. 

Jon, he tried to cry out, reaching for his brother’s shoulder. But Charlie was still a shadow that passed right over him. Jon’s lonely, anguished wailing only grew louder and louder.  

Jon, I’m here, I’m right here, I’m – 

Jonathan flung back his head and roared, his face contorting as sunlight suddenly pierced the front window. His features quickly became indiscernible, but those broad shoulders, those... those dark shadows that rose upwards until the tips of those awful wings touched the opposite walls of the room. 

Charlie once again tried to get purchase. He clawed at the ground, desperate to drag himself away before those wings could beat, before those talons could be wielded, before... before the shattered glass and the blood –  

He was incorporeal and yet he flailed, he shrieked, and he punched. 

___ 

“Charlie. Charlie, stop it, calm down!” 

Charlie’s lungs wrenched and he gulped thickly at the air. His hands pushed at the mattress just as they had been pushing at the creature’s chest before he’d awoken. The sheets were soaked, and for one horrible second, Charlie deduced that it must have been his blood, that the vampire must have clawed him open and left him to bleed out. 

It was only when he felt a thick, lukewarm droplet run down the back of his neck that he realised that it was sweat. He’d sweat right through the sheets. 

“Hey. It’s okay.” 

The fact that Shayne was sitting on the bed, right next to him, made Charlie jump, but being startled by his boyfriend was the least of his problems right now. His stomach was roiling, forcing a rumbling, wet belch up into his throat. 

Charlie badly wanted to reach for Shayne’s hand with his own, but one arm was trapped beneath his own body and the other was currently needed in front of his mouth. 

Oh, god.

Oh, fuck.

This was hell. This was the hell that he'd been avoiding by staying asleep.

“I’m – mmph, I’m gonna...” He broke off into a strangled retch. 

“It’s okay, Charlie.” 

A belch rolled up from his cramping gut, and a trickle of bile landed in his hand. Panic flared in the back of his skull. He felt Shayne rest a hand on his sweat-slick shoulder, and he whimpered in appreciation, and in expression of how awful he felt, and in apology for the mess he was about to make all over the bed. 

“Charlie. Bowl.” 

Charlie blinked, lowering his hand to find the designated sick bowl sitting just under his chin. No, not sitting. Shayne was holding it there, ready. 

Oh...

The glow of appreciation might have burned a little warmer in his chest if his chest hadn’t currently been burning with stomach acid and the remains of yesterday’s dinner.  

Charlie tried to take the bowl into his own grasp, but he was positioned at a terrible angle, practically propping himself up on his right shoulder. He tried to twist around and sit up, and only made it because Shayne leaned over and held him by the waist to support him. As it was, the movement took it out of him. He was out of breath and seeing spots, and now trembling with miserable anticipation. 

His fingers were slippery on the sides of the bowl, but steady enough to hold it in place while his belly forced a torrent of sick out of him. His insides were so wrought with sickness that all he had to do was leave his mouth hanging open – shit, no, don’t think about the nightmare rockpool – and more chunky, pale slop came gushing out of him. 

Shayne’s hands kept gentle hold of Charlie’s torso – one at his lower back, the other on his tummy – as though he might topple off the side of the bed otherwise. 

Honestly, Charlie felt dizzy enough that he might have. Plus, the illusion that he was being physically held in place by somebody who loved him was possibly keeping him from breaking down altogether. 

Rope after rope of stomach contents came clawing out of him, hot and slick and foul. Bubbles of gas were churned up in between gags, forcing up long, thick belches that made his body shudder even more than the cramps.  

“Hmm,” Shayne groaned, smoothing his hand over Charlie’s bare back after a particularly watery belch left him whimpering.  

Charlie had been out of breath before he’d puked; at this point, he felt ready to black out. His throat felt like it’d been punched by the time his stomach settled down. It still hurt, and gurgled uneasily under Shayne’s hand, but at least it was no longer trying to smash itself against Charlie’s windpipe. 

Shayne waited for about a minute, still moving the hand on Charlie’s back in a slow, soothing circle before taking the hand from Charlie’s belly and reaching for something on the nightstand. Charlie smacked his lips and spat weakly into the bowl, hoping Shayne was reaching for a glass of water.  

It was a tissue, though, which Shayne used to dab at Charlie’s hand.  

Charlie grunted softly and turned his hand over to be cleaned on the opposite side. He’d completely forgotten that he’d puked into it. That part felt as though it might have happened within his dreams. 

“Whoops,” Charlie murmured. 

“Don’t worry about it, love.” 

Charlie lifted his head up, briefly catching Shayne’s eye before his boyfriend returned to carefully cleaning the edges of the bowl. 

“How’d you know I was sick?” 

Shayne raised a dark eyebrow. “Impressed?” 

Charlie nodded. He loved this boy so much it hurt. More than having a sick tummy. 

“Don’t be. You were burning up,” Shayne said. “And I know you like to sleep, but you don’t usually sleep until the afternoon.” 

“It’s the afternoon?” Charlie exclaimed hoarsely. “Shit! Rin –” 

“I called her. She can do next weekend.” Shayne’s hand came to rest on the outside of the sick basin. “Is your stomach okay for now?” 

Charlie nodded again, feeling a flush rise to his face. Shayne handed him some more tissue, and Charlie sheepishly used it to wipe his mouth and dropped it into the basin before it was swept away and placed out of sight.  

“Oh, but wait,” Charlie groaned. “Next weekend you’re training with Elliott –” 

Shayne frowned and waved a hand to dismiss Charlie’s half-formed protest. “I’ll figure something out. You just focus on getting better, okay?” 

“I'm sorry," Charlie sighed. "Maybe we can go to you.” 

Shayne grunted at that. He leaned back a bit, so he was propped against the headrest of the bed. “A demon, a demon eater, and a redhead walk into a vampire’s Georgian townhouse. Sounds like the start of a bad joke that Felix would tell.” 

Charlie snuggled closer, hugging himself in an attempt to soothe his bubbling stomach. He shut his eyes and nuzzled his cheek into the flat expanse of Shayne’s belly. Shayne was wearing a pullover hoodie, so there was no zip to press into Charlie’s face; just fabric and softness and warmth. 

A concerned hum came from Shayne’s body. “You’re sure that’s comfy?” 

“Mmhmm,” Charlie giggled, even as shivers started to roll through him. His body ached and it felt like he’d puked up some of his organs along with the contents of his stomach, so he wasn’t quite sure where the energy to giggle was coming from. 

Shayne spent the next minute trying to adjust the corner of the duvet without disturbing Charlie too much, covering Charlie’s shoulders and making sure no draughts were getting to his back. Then he splayed his hand against Charlie’s upper back, keeping him scooped close.  

Charlie had already drifted off by the time he was tucked in. 

This time, his sleep was blissfully dreamless, occupied only by the faint rush of his boyfriend’s and his own bodily sounds. 

___ 

Shayne wasn’t sure if Charlie would actually slump away from him if he stopped holding his shoulder in place with his arm, but he wasn’t willing to take the risk. Idiot, he thought, examining the back of his boyfriend’s head as it lay across him. Why couldn’t he have been happy sleeping in a position that he couldn’t roll out of? 

Deep down, he really didn’t care, though. He’d never gotten over the sting of embarrassment whenever Charlie rested his head on – or even close to – his stomach, particularly since any amount of anxiety or stress could turn it into a churning, gurgling mess to be inflicted upon Charlie’s eardrums. 

While he lay there, he listened to Charlie’s breathing and felt tentatively thankful for the fact that he wasn’t groaning and twitching like he had been before. Shayne’s chest hurt a little at the fact that Charlie had been attempting to just sleep through whatever this was, instead of telling Shayne that anything was wrong. Should he have realised sooner? Should he have woken Charlie earlier, gotten him a cool cloth to soothe his fever before it had a chance to wreak havoc on him? Gotten him hydrated, gotten –? 

“Shit,” Shayne hissed gently to himself. He glanced towards the bedside locker. There were tissues, there was paracetamol (which hadn’t seemed wise to offer Charlie while he was still so nauseous), there was a thermometer (which he hadn’t needed to use to know that Charlie was burning up) – there was even a dry cloth that he’d brought with the intention of running under some cold water, but had never gotten around to. Charlie had started heaving so quickly that it’d slipped his mind. He hadn’t even thought to bring him any water to drink. 

Fuck. He was shit at this.  

Shayne tensed his back and stomach muscles to ease himself up. He cupped the back of Charlie’s head, supporting it as best he could while slipping out from underneath it. He dragged a pillow down from the headrest and propped it under Charlie’s cheek. 

Charlie inhaled sharply. His eyes seemed to try opening, but only made it halfway before they fluttered shut again. He made a soft whimpering noise that sounded vaguely like a question. Guilt tugged at the pit of Shayne’s stomach; if he had planned everything better, he wouldn’t have had to disturb Charlie’s nap at all. 

“Sorry, love.” Shayne curled forward, kissing Charlie on the head. “I’m just...” 

He shut himself up. Charlie was asleep anyway, and explaining himself would just disturb him even more. Shayne swallowed nervously. Please, no more bad dreams. 

He couldn’t remember ever being in such a state of hyperfocus whilst walking downstairs to fill a glass with water from the kitchen tap. He even grabbed one of the silicon straws Charlie had bought for his iced coffees in the summer, in case Charlie didn’t want to sit up to drink, but the whole thing felt instinctual and automated. It just made sense. It felt like no time at all had passed by the time he returned to the bedroom, but clearly it had, because Charlie was sitting up now. 

He was sort of reclining on his side, his torso and left arm making him into a right-angle triangle with the mattress. His free hand rubbed at his face. 

“Charlie?” 

“The... pull the tuna into the boat,” Charlie mumbled. 

“The what now?” 

“Turn the car around, the...”  

Shayne raised an eyebrow and waited a couple of seconds. He was kind of interested to know where this was going, but Charlie didn’t finish that sentence. Instead, he groaned and lay down again, pushing his face into the pillow that Shayne had left for him near the centre of the bed.  

Shayne carefully sat down. He frowned as he stroked Charlie’s hair. There was still heat radiating from his head. It broke his heart to think about disturbing him yet again, but with the sweating and the vomiting, Charlie was bound to be dehydrated. 

“I’m so sorry, light of my life. Can you sit up and drink something real quick?” 

Another groan. Charlie rolled his head back slightly. Bleary blue eyes squinted at Shayne for a couple of seconds. “What’d you call me?” 

Shayne’s heart thumped. 

“Absolutely nothing,” he said, moving the glass of water into Charlie’s line of sight. He turned the straw towards Charlie’s face. “You want some of this, or no?” 

Charlie nodded promptly and closed his eyes. He murmured wordlessly to himself as he pushed himself up into the triangular position again. He stayed a little lower this time. 

“Little sips,” Shayne told him, bringing the straw to Charlie’s mouth.  

Charlie closed his lips around it and took a few steady pulls before flicking the straw away with his tongue. He exhaled slowly through pursed lips, as though it was taking some physical effort not to let the water slip right back up and out his mouth. 

Shayne grimaced and laid a hand on Charlie’s shoulder to let him know he was rooting for him. “Still pretty sick to your stomach?” 

A nod, slow and careful like the steadying breaths. 

No chance of getting any paracetamol into him, then. At least, none that were likely to go down and stay down.  

“Probably enough water for now, then,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone, as he twisted away to place the glass on the bedside table. It was getting crowded up there now. When he turned back, Charlie’s were barely open, but he was still sitting part of the way up. He met Shayne’s gaze and managed a weak little smile. 

“Thank you so much, lovely,” he whispered.  

Shayne quickly shook his head, hating that Charlie was thanking him for doing the bare minimum – and at the last fucking minute, too. He also hated that the sleepy, adoring look in Charlie’s eyes was making his stomach flutter. 

“Lie back down and get comfy again,” he instructed as softly as he could. “I’m going to try to get your fever down.” 

“’Kay...” 

He took the cloth from the bedside table and brought it into the adjoining bathroom. In the mirror, he was still able to see Charlie on the bed, and he began to get concerned when the boy made no move to put his head back on the pillow or settle back down in any way. 

Shayne hurriedly wet and wrung out the cloth and returned to the side of the bed. 

"Charlie?” He crouched down to Charlie’s eye level and got ready to reach for the basin again. “Are you okay, love?”  

“Mmph...” came the distressed response. 

“Talk to me. What’s up?” 

Charlie blinked heavily, his glassy eyes roaming over the opposite side of the bed. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted to say, but was struggling to put it into words.  

He finally parted his lips to say, “Is the tummy pillow coming back?” 

Heat flooded Shayne’s head. “Oh. Um...” 

Charlie rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand. The arm that was propping him up was starting to tremble visibly with the effort. If this was the quickest way to get the idiot to lie back down again – 

“Okay. Yeah, it is,” Shayne nodded. “Just let me put this on your head, okay? You're roasting.” 

Charlie placidly allowed Shayne to smooth the cloth across his forehead; he even lifted his eye-rubbing hand to hold the cloth in place while he was still sitting up at an angle. The faintest of smiles crossed his face, tugging gently at his tired eyes, as he watched Shayne take the pillow away and replace it with himself.  

He put his head down, cheek-first, and left the cloth sitting across the right side of his forehead. Shayne wondered, for a few seconds, if he would lose any of the benefit of the cloth if it was off-centre, but quickly realised that thought was probably even more ridiculous than Charlie's rambling about tuna and cars.

A contented hum rumbled through Charlie’s throat, making Shayne jump slightly as he felt it in his stomach muscles. He wrapped his arm around Charlie’s shoulder again, and brushed the fingers of his other hand through Charlie’s hair as a quick apology for getting startled. 

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered. “Go... turn the car around, and pull the tuna into the boat.” 

Charlie grunted. “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

Shayne bit his lip to keep from snorting with laughter and jolting Charlie’s head from his belly. “Nothing. I love you.” 

Charlie let out three more consecutive little hums. 

[thewritingginger]

This is really late but I wanted to get my remaining ones finished soon Sorry for the fluffy-gross thing you’re about to read.

Fandom: Castlevania Pairing: Alucard / Adrian Tepes x GN! Reader Word count: 1.1k+ words Warnings: Fluff, Cheesy, Poorly edited

Enjoy ~

“Right this way, Sir.” The hostess said, leading Alucard through the restaurant. Looking around the room he blindly tries to spot you, even though Sypha gave no description of you before he got shoved into a cab heading to your blind date.

He is walking towards the back of the restaurant, where the tables and their patrons are becoming sparse, till she stops beside a booth against the far wall. Looking up he locks eyes with you and his heart stops.

Alucard is dumbfounded by your appearance, sure Sypha mentioned that you were cute but she never mentioned the way your eyes would sparkle when you flash him a shy smile.

“Adrian?” Your voice breaks him from his trance.

“Uh, Yes, sorry.” You chuckles nervously. “Y/n, right?”

“Yup.” You try to stifle the giggle forming in your chest at his anxious stuttering.

Sitting across from you, crossed arms resting casually on the table.

“May I start you two off with some drinks?” The waitress intervenes, allowing the blonde man to collect himself.

“Yes, I will have a glass of red wine.”

“Make that two, if you will.” He adds. With a smile and a nod the two of you are finally left alone.

To say the least, it was a bit awkward at first.

The two of you go through basic introductions and small talk.

“So how do you know Sypha?” You ask, bringing your wine glass to your lips.

“We work at the same university, however we actually first met each other in passing in school.”

“Oh, what do you teach?”

“It’s nothing too interesting. I mainly teach science and medicine but I have dabbled in literature in the past.”

Your sudden soft laugh throws him off a bit.

“Did I say something funny?”

“Yes, well no. It’s just, you say you teach science and medicine as if it’s nothing to brag about. But perhaps that’s just because science was one of my worst subjects in school. What made you choose it anyway?”

“I guess it isn’t for everybody but my mother was in medicine and she was truly amazing. I guess you can say I wanted to be like her when I was younger.”

“That’s really sweet. I’m sure she’s really proud of you.”

“I like to think she would be, she actually passed away long before I even began to make steps towards my career.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He smiles warmly, slightly worried he may have ruined this by bringing up something sad but is relieved when you continue on —most likely feeling his nerves.

He listened intently about what you; your hobbies, your career path, even right down to your favorite color. Anything that you offered for him, he gladly tucked it away in his pocket.

He doesn’t even know how much time has passed, if your plates of partially picked food and the dark sky outside was any indication it’s probably been a while but talking to you made time fly and stop all at once. Listening to your melodic voice and watching the way your face crinkles when you laugh or the cute little nervous tics you do when he compliments you —he never wants to stop complimenting you.

However, all things must come to an end eventually. After the check had been paid, Alucard helped you out of your seat and into your coat before escorting you out the front.

“Thank you for paying and sticking through this with me.” You say with a nervous chuckle. “You never know what to expect from a blind date. The last few that I’d been on hadn’t gone the best.”

“Really? And how did I do?” Alucard asks, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. How can he not when looking at you? Wrapping your arms around your middle bracing a cold gust of wind you smile back.

“I guess you didn’t do too bad.” The two of you share another laugh like you just told some inside joke between the two of you.

You both are still loitering beside the front door of the restaurant as if neither of you want this night to end, Alucard knows he doesn’t and he hopes you feel the same.

“It’s getting late and I’m keeping you in the cold. Did you drive or take a taxi here?” He asks.

“I drove, my car is just down the street.”

“Let me walk you.” You nod in acceptance.

Walking down the long street Alucard keeps seeing you shutter against the wind.

“I don’t want to be too forward but here-.” Alucard stops and you do as well and when you turn to question him you see him stripping himself of his jacket.

“Oh you don’t have to, you’ll be cold.” You say but Alucard just shakes you off.

“Don’t worry about me. I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.” You didn’t argue with him, instead you shyly stepped into the open jacket he was offering. Alucard is pleased to see your shoulders relax, presumably much warmer than before.

“Thank you.” You say as the two of you resume walking.

“It’s no problem.” And it wasn’t for Alucard.

He can’t explain why, he knows you’ve only met a few short hours ago but Alucard really likes you and has this feeling he will be seeing you more —maybe that’s just wishful thinking on his part.

Reaching your car, the rest of the walk done in comfortable silence, you turn to him after unlocking your car.

“Thanks again, Adrian, I had a really nice time tonight.” You say, slipping out of his jacket. “And thanks for the jacket, no one has ever done that for me before.”

“That’s a shame, someone like you deserves to stay warm.” Gosh he felt stupid, he’s said a lot of embarrassing things tonight but that might be his worst. But instead of giving him an awkward pity laugh you handed him a genuine smile that made his stomach do summersaults.

Then before he could maybe say something to regain his chill you lean towards him, your hand on his shoulder, and on your toes place a quick sweet kiss on his cheek. The spot where your lips met his skin feels warm, sending sparks down his spine and to his toes.

“You’re very sweet, Adrian. You know if you don’t mind I would love to see you again.” His heart is beating so hard he’s convinced that you might hear it.

“I would like that.” You answered, almost too quickly but you just giggled at his probably goofy smile.

“Perfect. Oh, here, I should probably give you my number -unless you want to only communicate through Sypha.”

“Goodness, no.” Handing over his phone, Alucard watches as you type in your contact and gives it back with a smile.

“Text me, yeah?” Is all you said and he nodded, watching you curled into your car. Alucard walks to the side of the street to hail a taxi, unable to calm the butterflies fluttering excitedly in his belly.

He will definitely be texting you.

I hope you enjoyed this It was quickly done but I think it’s kinda cute :3

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[earth2rin]

ESTO MOMENTO

bakugo katsuki x hispanic!femreader.

this is VERY self indulgent sorry :,)

yes this is another cowboy bakugo, deal with it.

fluff, chaos, a lil ooc baku if you squint

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bakugo meeting your huge family at a carne asada your dad decided to throw one random saturday night. but then again the random carne asadas are always the best.

you have 5 siblings, 2 sisters and 3 brothers. it goes older sister, older brother, you, little brother, little sister and baby brother. you guys are pretty close in age, 22, 19, 18, 11, 7 and the latest bundle of joy is 10 months. your baby brother was definitely a surprise, your mother saying “es la bendición de dios” but you and your older siblings knew better and just rolled your eyes.

your parents had met bakugo about 6 months into your relationship and they were quite fond of him to say the least. you were visiting your parents when your dad told you about the carne asada and said “le dijiste a katsuki que viniera?” and when you said no he made you call him to tell him.

katsuki was freaking out. he didn’t know what to wear, what to bring or how to act. after all he was FINALLY meeting your entire family after 2 years. you told him to calm down, that your parents already loved him and how you were sure the rest of your family would love him also.

with that being said, here he was, watching you give your younger siblings a hug after they ran out as soon as they saw katsukis truck pull up. he gets out and sees you comforting your little sister, jackie, with tears streaming down her face.

“i thought we were never going to see you again.” she sobs into your neck and you just chuckle. you grab her cheeks and make her face you and smile, “i would never leave you mi reyna, sabes que te quiero muchísimos verdad?” and she just nods.

your little brother, augustine, runs and gives katsuki a hug. katsuki chuckles and ruffles his hair. “hey there little man, finally got the braces huh?” auggie smiles, showing the metal in his mouth, and nods his head violently which makes katsuki laugh.

as you’re walking up to the door, your older sister, paula, walks out with your baby brother in her arms. you squeal and quickly take him from her arms.

“hi papi! sissy missed you so much hermosuro!” you say in your baby voice, kissing him all over the face. your baby brother, josiah (aka j or baby j), was dressed like a little vaquero; a dress up shirt, fancy jeans, boots, a belt and a hat. he just giggles as you smother him with kisses.

“look who finally decided to show up” pau says with her hands on her hips. you roll your eyes and adjust j on to your other hip. “dad said the party started at 6, it’s only 7:30 im sure we didn’t miss much.” pau says whatever and leads you both to the back.

katsuki is following you like a lost puppy until he feels someone take off his hat and he quickly turns around and sees your older brother oscar.

“donde vas?” he says as he puts his hat on and katsuki smiles, giving him a hug. “it’s been so long since i’ve seen you man.” he laughs.

oscar nods and chuckles, “ever since you and my sister moved in together it feels like i see you less and less” katsuki agrees and they both just conversate about random things. that is until you’re practically dragging him to the backyard because your parents were asking for him.

he greets your dad with a firm handshake and your mom with a hug, and they ask how it is living with their princess. as you’re turned away from him he makes hand motions to say that you’re crazy and they both laugh.

“bueno pues it was nice seeing you mijo” your mom says and he says bye to them.

and now it was time for him to meet your whole family. he greets your tíos, tías and primos and it seems that they like him for the most part. they asked how he had met you, how long you two have been dating, if he wanted kids with you, what he did for a living and other very personal questions. they were all pleased to here that he was a rancher for a living.

after he’s done greeting them you insist that he comes and dances with you which he could already tell you had a few drinks but he agrees none the less. he was so glad you had taught him how to dance norteñas as dime lo que piensas plays loudly through the speakers. you sing along loudly with a beer in your hand and he just smiles and laughs at how you slur your words.