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#I literally don't know what I'm supposed to do if they chewed enough to fuck it up like how do you even fix that
nicole-alt-delete · 1 year
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Part 3 of Black Bandana! Part One | Part Two | Read on Ao3
Steve hesitates, looking confused for a moment before he enters the trailer and shuts the door behind him. He knew Eddie was freaking out a little about this, but he didn't expect him to be so... distant.
He chews on his lip a little, trying to decide where to start, wishing that Eddie would just come and sit on the couch with him instead of leaning against the wall so defensively. It breaks Steve's heart, but he sits down alone anyway.
"There's no mob, Eds," laughing softly, nerves dancing around the edges of it. "I'm not mad or- weirded out, or whatever it is you're worried about. I- I didn't mean to force you into outing yourself, so I'm sorry, but It's fine that you're gay, y'know?"
He wants to say more, and he almost does, but he looks up at the other boy instead, curious about whether or not it's actually helping any.
To his minor relief, he thinks it is.
Eddie is still leaning against the wall, but he's a little more slumped into it, not so tense now. The hands that were so fiercely gripping his sleeves are now crossed more normally, fingers tapping anxiously. The jittery movement was better, because it meant Eddie was thinking, taking him seriously.
Steve watches as those big brown doe eyes of his dart up to meet him in the eyes, scanning him for traces of a lie, internally debating whether or not Steve means it. Whatever he sees must be enough though, because he sighs and pushes himself off the wall, coming closer to lean on the arm of the couch instead.
"Okay, so- hypothetically," Eddie starts, pointedly avoiding eye contact now that he's closer. "If what I said wasn't a total fucking joke- you'd be okay with that? Really?"
Steve smiles softly but looks up at him seriously. He nods, "Of course, Eds."
Eddie Squints.
"Why?"
The question catches Steve off guard. He blinks, and makes that confused little face he makes when something should be obvious.
"What do you mean, 'why?', because you're one of my best friends-" He shakes his head laughing, but his heart skips a beat as he takes a breath, "And, well, you're not the-"
Eddie cuts him off before he can get anywhere close to his confession, a frantic,  "That's not an answer Steve!" and a finger in his face shutting him up quickly so Eddie can  be dramatic for another moment.
"Plenty of best friends don't put up with that shit, I would know- one minute it's 'let's hang out', and the next it's 'I don't want you spending the night anymore'- not to mention everyone knows Robin is your best friend,"
Steve can't help but roll his eyes at the irony that Eddie misses from that statement, but he doesn't stop him, simply watching as he waves his hands around and whines about all the reasons Steve might change his mind about hanging out with him.
Steve just leans back into the couch and lets him talk, until eventually he can't help but crack a smile and laugh at something he says.
Eddie stops and frowns at him, hands paused in mid-air, "What? What about that is funny Harrington?"
Steve laughs softly again and shakes his head, pushing his hair back, "Nothing- just- Eds, we were literally cuddling last week at movie night, I think I missed my chance to be scared of gay shit by now. And- you think you're the only gay in Hawkins? I mean, reasonable, but... not true,"
He shrugs a bit as he says it, like it should be obvious, but Eddie stares at him like he just explained the Upside Down all over again.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Steve hums for a second, "I mean... I mean what I said. You're not the only gay guy in town. Or- like, not-straight guy? Not-straight anyone- You- you know what I mean, right?"
He's a little flustered about it now, but the red on his cheeks is only confusing Eddie more. He slides down off the arm and sinks into the couch cushion, leaning towards Steve  as if proximity will suddenly help him understand.
"Steven Harrington, are you telling me you know other gays?"
Steve laughs again, nodding.
"Yes- yeah, man- that's what I'm saying. I mean, I guess technically it's only one- or two? depending on how it counts..."
Eddie leans in more which extremely does not help Steve process his thoughts any better. He's squinting at him the way he glares at the kids during DnD, when he's trying to use his dungeon master charisma to trick them into screwing up.
"Steve."
He swallows.
"Yeah?"
A small glance down at Eddie's lips.
"What're you saying here?"
Steve squirms for a second, but he just ends up laughing again.
"...That I... wasn't really wrong for wearing your bandana like that earlier?"
Eddie stares at him blankly for a second before his eyes go wide and his face goes bright red. Steve expects him to clarify, or pounce on him, but Eddie ends up laughing and looking mortified, pulling back and slapping a hand to his face.
"NO- nope, no, god, fuck Stevie- don't say that, oh my god,"
Steve frowns. Eddie's still laughing about it, but Steve feels like he missed a joke, and it honestly kind of hurts.
"What? Eds- that's not funny, I just- I'm serious!"
Eddie laughs again but whines apologetically this time, "No- no, I know you are but- god, you really don't mean that-"
"Yes I do! I like Men!"
He looks a bit surprised to hear Steve say it so plainly, but goddamn if he doesn't look pleased about it after everything. It only makes Steve even more lost as to what Eddie's laughing about.
"I'm sure- I mean- I believe you sweetheart- about that at least, you'd have to be an idiot to lie about- but I mean- the bandana Stevie,  it uh. It doesn't...*just* mean that you're... gay,"
Eddie's still giggling, biting his lip now, his usual goofy self back where it belongs. Steve meanwhile, is beyond confused and wondering how his confession has gone so, so wrong so many times in one day.
"It...doesn't? But you said-"
"I know- yeah, well- you wanted an answer and we were in the middle of Family Video for Christ's sake, I couldn't blurt the whole definition, exactly,"
Steve quirks an eyebrow at him and leans in, filling the space left from when Eddie pulled away. He steals another quick glance at the metal head's lips, entirely too aware of how red they are from having been chewed on all day.
When he looks back up into his eyes it's obvious Eddie's embarrassed to say it, and Steve takes note of the way he's dying to hide behind his hair if not for how close their faces are already.
"So, then? What's it mean, Eds?"
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Ayy, finally here with a part 3. Next part will probably get spicy so minors im sorry but you have to leave 🔪
Fun news is that I'm now also posting this on ao3 for all ur bookmarking needs, so please check that out.
Thank you everyone for your support, I'll try to tag as many as I can in the replies but no promises 💜
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aprillikesthings · 2 months
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I have the house to myself because people are at a sportsball party
So what else would I do but keep watching spop amiright
s1 ep8 lez go
YES IT'S PRINCESS PROM AHAHAHAH
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Oh, that explains why (in a muuuuuuch later episode) there's that little ideal future and they're at Scorpia's ball (iirc)
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Catra: I NEED TO BE IN CHARGE Scorpia: party!
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Poor Scorpia
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Catra: giving a passionate-if-faked pep talk to Scorpia (like I get she's manipulating Scorpia here into going to the party, but it's still the kind of thing Scorpia should hear!) Also Catra: still real mad about Adora!!!
I cackled, y'all. CACKLED.
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I mean she's...not wrong...
Okay I know it's just how this kind of show works and isn't important but it implies the Ball is known about for years in advance, but the invites only actually go out like a day or two before?? IRL that would be such a disaster because they don't even know the theme until they get the invite. The sheer amount of logistics/planning attending something like this, including the outfits...
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This was intended to be Lolita fashion and you can't convince me otherwise
Also CATRA. They intentionally made her look so, so gay and hot.
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Same, Catra. Same.
Adora (to the weapons-check person): be careful with it, don't lean it on something with the other swords or it might get confused!!!
Poor Adora. I suppose if I had an object that made me both popular and nearly invincible I'd be upset and worried to be separated from it, too.
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It's Molly and Nate!!!
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🎶Just like the viiiiine🎵
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I love that we know these characters enough that they can just say a couple of lines here and imply a ton more. Anyway Mermista's outfit is great.
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This is literally their entire dynamic. They're clearly together, Sea Hawk is loud about it, Mermista is (mostly) pretending to hate it.
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Sorry this is shot is just great
Glimmer's jealousy (over Bow coming to the ball with Perfuma) is SO ANNOYING and I know that's on purpose but boy do I hate most "jealousy makes them obnoxious" plots
ANYWAY one small note: you can tell their budget for this episode is just not very high, because the characters in the background are so often not moving or only moving like one thing.
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Oh hey, Netossa and Spinerella! (...and Molly again lol)
"Bow isn't the type to just leave his old friends behind, and neither am--" *Scorpia and Catra walk in*
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DIDN'T THINK YOU'D SEE HER HERE, HUH, DIDJA
I can't screenshot this bit but it's so good:
Catra, in her most fake-gentleman voice: I love rules and obey them all the time Adora in the most high-pitched voice possible: YOU DO NOOOOT
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🎶Every move you make And every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you🎵
...I'm showing my age again. But also I'm looking at the lyrics and ngl they nearly all fit. If I knew how to make fanvids, I could make a vid that like ten people would watch.
Instead I'm working on a fic like ten people will read, heyoooo
*cries*
BACK TO THE GAYS PRINCESS PROM
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is there crack-y pwp of this please say yes
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Once again reminded of that fanvid of every time they say each other's names in the first two seasons
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Literally cannot see Adora opening that without the "bah-dm tsh!" sound affect in my head from watching that video so many fucking times
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Bow is so delightfully emotionally intelligent
Entrapta: have you met my new assistant? She brought snacks.
When Entrapta said "assistant" Catra's ears literally did a wiggle. Oh my gooooood
"she stole my food and asked me to spy on people with her,
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lolol
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once again whether the sword is actually sharp-edged or not is entirely dependent on plot
Scorpia is unreasonably hot sometimes
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im gonna chew my fingers off ghgha;lksdhka;
I remember the screenshots/gifs of this scene hitting tumblr--that moment when every hopeful sapphic fan watching the show when it released went OKAY WAIT we're not making shit up this time are we??? ARE WE???
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Also at least one person working on this show likes period dramas where tons of emotional plot happens during extremely formal dances where everyone is barely touching
there's nearly a billion gifs of that scene from one of the versions of Pride and Prejudice, but also:
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once again proving my advanced age, this movie came out when I was 17 and side note I'm the same age as Claire Danes, anyhoodle
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Has Adora been dancing Lead this whole time
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HNNNNGNGHGHGHHHHHH IT'S SO GOOD
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EXTREMELY UNDIGNIFIED NOISES Adora literally has one thigh between Catra's gghngng
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i want to EAT IT
I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT FOR THIS POST LOLOL i don't wanna cut any out imma post this and then reblog it
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jamiesfootball · 7 months
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I’m curious (if you’re willing to share) — is your post season 3 fic shippy or platonic? Looking forward to it!
Both of the main ones I'm working on now are platonic! But also you've opened the door for me to talk about it so I'm gonna talk about it!
The post-season 3 fic is platonic and--I cannot overstate this enough--has so much of a plot going on across multiple characters that I finally broke down and made a fucking spreadsheet.
That said a lot of Roy's struggle in this fic centers around his emotional attachments with other people and the roles he plays in their lives (with family, with friends, as a coach). He's stuck in this perfect storm where it seems like all his most important relationships are in flux.
See below the cut for spoilers:
His Family
This is a big one for him and where a surprising amount of therapy work gets done. When the story kicks off, Phoebe is suddenly Around Much Less and a part of that is his sister tentatively feeling out a reconciliation with their parents. This causes a surprising (to Roy) amount of emotional upheaval in his life. As someone who's always been in his sister's corner, he's always seen (even if he's never fully verbalized it to himself) his keeping contact with their parents as a way of releasing his sister from any responsibility or lingering guilt about cutting them off. But now that she's tentatively in contact with them, and introducing them to Phoebe, Roy is realizing that he has a lot of unresolved issues with his parents. Adding to that stress is the fact that while he's played a huge role in his niece's life, he's never actually had to ask to spend time with her before, and he is awful at admitting he might need something, especially when the people around him keep telling him he can 'have a break.'
Keeley
He and Keeley have decided to remain friends. Keeley wants to be single for a while and work on herself, her company, and all the special projects she has falling out of her sleeves (*cough*womensteam*cough*). However, Keeley is the most serious relationship he's ever had, and they started out on a flirty, romantic footing, so he's never just been friends with her. In fact he's never stayed friends with any of his exes. He's navigating unfamiliar territory and he's not sure what's allowed of him. Even basic shit--is he allowed to tell her she looks nice? invite her for coffee? for dinner?--he ends up second guessing.
The Diamond Dogs / The Workplace
He literally JUST became a Diamond Dog and showed them emotional vulnerability by asking what the secret was to becoming a less shitty person and now he's in charge of them. (And he's in therapy, seeing the staff therapist, so everybody knows about that too.) With Ted gone, the inter-team dynamics between the coaches is a whirlpool of Beard and Nate trying to out-smart each other, and suddenly Roy is the one keeping everybody in line and fielding Higgins' questions about player recruitment. This isn't the big drama but it is mundane and tedious and just another fucking thing to deal with.
The Team (Sam, Isaac, Colin)
The step between captain and assistant coach was a fairly easy one for Roy because he was essentially doing the same thing in both jobs (yell at them about their form, psych them up before a match, etc). He's the gaffer now. Most gaffers don't just casually hang out with their players. If he was another team's gaffer, he wouldn't. But these are people who know him, people he used to play side-by-side with, and god help him but he does care about them. So while he's pretty sure he needs to start drawing a boundary between the professional and personal, how the fuck is he supposed to tell them that when Colin is literally getting chewed up by the media as the only openly gay player in the league and he clearly needs the support? How's he supposed to back away when Sam, who's never angry about anything, is fucking seething over Edwin Akufo and asking Roy for help? Is he supposed to step back and drop it all on Isaac, who's trying his best but also seems to be carrying his own weight about something? They're not not his friends, but also he feels responsible for them. So what kind of coach is he going to be, now that he's the guy in charge?
Jamie (ofc)
Where does any of the above leave Jamie? Truly, if the boundaries between him and the other players are in flux, the ones between him and Jamie are fucking spaghetti. Because all of the same issues still apply, but with additional layers (their rivalry, Keeley, Amsterdam, Wembley, personal coaching, the fact that he's met Jamie's parents and would punch his dad in the face if he ever got a chance, the fact that his niece thinks they're best friends). His partiality is skewed every-which-fucking-way, and frankly he's a little annoyed that no one else holds it against him.
And all of that becomes additionally fucked up because:
Roy going to therapy is intrinsically tied to his behavior towards Jamie (Roy has a lot of guilt to work through on how often he's taken his anger out on Jamie)
Jamie and him have unwisely turned therapy into a goddamn competition (they have a chart), which means that any time he makes progress in therapy, he immediately ends up sharing it with Jamie
They don't even have the coach-player thing to fall back on because Jamie starts off the summer injured
This is also the Jamie Going Through It fic (with Tartt Sr in rehab being a huge part of that), and at this point its a given (to Roy at least) that if Jamie needs help, Roy is going to help him.
Jamie might be his friend. Maybe. Possibly. Roy might even admit that one day
So is this a shippy fic? No! No relationship statuses are added, lost, or changed in the winding plot of this fic (unless I figure out how to break up Beard and Jane). Everything picks up right where the finale left it.
But do relationships--the weight of identifying what you might need from other people, and how to navigate changes, and how to define things that aren't easy that are maybe complicated and messy and necessary for your own personal happiness--appear in this fic?
Absolutely yes.
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frogmanfae · 7 months
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Newsies as things I've heard this week
The saga continues
(This one is late don't mind that)
Physics class: *doing an egg drop*
Romeo: Man this egg better be appreciative I'm putting a lot of work into this
Finch: Preach it
Specs: this hallway smells like bacon bits and man musk
Race: I love this year's seniors but like- Shut the fuck up
Albert: What?
Race: Look at their Instagram posts! "Meet the seniors" "I can't believe I'm graduating" "last year in high school" like shut the fuck up "can't believe I'm old enough for senior class play" shut the fuck up "so many memories coming to a close" shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up!
Albert: I think he wants them to shut the fuck up
Jack: Ahh...maybe? It's hard to tell
Race: *chewing*
Albert: Damn you're smacking on those nuts
Race: I'll smack on your nuts if you want me t-
Race: Do you wanna send my streaks?
Davey: Oh my god don't send them to the guy!
Race: Help! I wont
Crutchie: What guy?
Davey: He sent streaks to some guy yesterday and he sent back that he wanted to choke him with his cock!!
Crutchie: With no warning??
Race: No!!!
Davey, a physics teacher: *First period physics* so if the projector remote isn't working that's your observation. Your hypothesis might be that it needs new batteries but there could be another, more simple answer. Your trial might be to... What? *smacks the remote* just hit it, right? Maybe that'll work
Jack, a music teacher: *Ninth period music theory* *trying to turn on the projector* why is this not working? *smacks the remote*
Elmer, a student: Oh my god didn't your husband talk about that literally today-
Race, another student: HE FUCKING DID OH MY GOD
Race: WHY DO MY PANTS HAVE FIVE BUTTONS WHAT IS THIS??
Finch: Protection
Race: What if I was about to get some and I had to be like "hold on gimme a few minutes"
Spot: A few minutes?? Give a few hours! Those buttons are really in there
Finch: how do you know how hard it is to undo Race's buttons?
Spot: ... It was an assumption-
Albert: AN ASSUMPTION YEAH SURE
Sarah, an english teacher: We're going to play a game, I'm going to read the blurb on a couple books and you're going to write an opening line. Then I'm going to put the opening lines up on the board with the actual opening line and you're going to guess which one is real. If you guess the real one, you get a point and if people guess yours you get a point per each guess
Elmer, a student: This is just like Is It Cake
Spot, about Race: He looks like a bug (/affectionate)
Sarah: Jesus Christ I'm going to get dresscoded-
Crutchie: My chocolate chip muffin doesn't have any chocolate chips in it I am going to kill myself-
Denton: and I started to feel sick- mind you this was 2021 so I thought it was COVID. I hadn't been infected with COVID before so I like- I thought my time has come, I have been chosen! It was like the little green guys from toy story
Race: the clawwww
Albert: the coviddd
Davey: that's actually a pretty common symptom or side effect for other stuff it's just inflammation of the lungs even though it sounds bad like- What is this, 1855?? I have never heard of pleurisy before
Denton: I was patient zero in my house for Hand Foot and Mouth disease? The toddler disease! I started it! I gave it to my children under five! The only person who didn't get it in my house was my husband and he was like "pfshh yeah of course I didn't get hand foot and- what am I? Three?" That hurt
Katherine: Bee Tee Doubleyoos (btw) as the kids are saying
Davey: Calculus, that's a disease in of it self
Jack: it's not that bad, I'm fine
Davey: Jack, you-
Jack: A little touch of salmonella, that's all
Davey: Jack-
Davey, teaching epidemiology (study of disease): and your immune system sees the E. coli bacteria and is like "you are supposed to be in the colen, why are you in my mouth? :("
Denton: I don't want you to leave this class with a new psychological disorder or anything but-
Albert, after talking about diharreal diseases: I'm all about food (/gen)
Davey: Stick my arm out the window and *slaps his arm* hit me up (about vaccines, not drugs)
Davey: I don't know anyone who Gatorades there way through severe dehydration
Race: I bet you I could
Race: all the football players have asses!
Hotshot: you think I have an ass?
Race: I dunno, spin
Hotshot: *turns around*
Race: damnnn okay! Alright you got a little bakery back there!
Hotshot: yeahhh thanks my man *daps him up*
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awellboiledicicle · 6 months
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Dot had to redo the Harpy fight at the beach three times because SOMEONE kept being lured and dying. And then getting the death farts and killing Astarion.
That's neither here nor there, but i do want to appreciate that Dot's face while Gale is talking about his talents is just. "Sure bud. No idea what a tressym is, or a mephrit, but ok."
This is all first day interaction, btw. They just had their second short rest of the game to recover enough not to all be dying. Gale is giving peak 'fancy client that is very convinced she wants to know everything about the exotic car import business'. Just very strong 'look at me! arent i great!' energy. That said her expectations for Wizards were gandolf and Howl from Howls moving castle. Just somewhere in there. So she doesn't hold it against him, it's just kinda a 'flat look for a second before smiling and saying neat'.
Gale already told her about his condition and she took that well, so he's just sitting there thinking he was somehow rude or overhyped himself. Then he makes dinner at camp and she just literally cries because it's good and asks him for a hug in the middle of him trying to apologize that the limited ingredients meant it wasn't up to his usual standards.
That said she's just happy its not ramen and no one's been filled in on the 'not from here' thing yet. Because it literally comes up as they're all sitting there like.
"So." She sets aside her soup bowl, emptied and scraped clean, on the ground by her feet. She clasps her hands together in front of her mouth and hums. "I have a very, admittedly, wild question."
"Ask away, though if it's about ceremorphosis--"
"No, no it's not about going squid town--" Wyll snorted into his cup and she waved him off. "Erm. Where, and pardon my french, the fuck are we?"
"Somewhere along the Chironthar, according to the druids." At her very prolonged look of confusion Wyll continued. "Closer to Baldur's Gate than where Elturel used to be, at least."
"Allllriiiiight." She chewed her lip a moment. "What country? Continent?"
"The... sword coast." Gale paused packing up his things from supper and eyed her curiously. "How far afield did the ship grab you from?"
The look of confusion morphs into a bit of wide eyed discomfort.
"Hm! No idea where the fuck that is, so that's-- erm. I don't suppose you all know what earth is?"
"Academically, yes, though why would--" Gale paused, blinked, and then looked much more excited than was perhaps warranted. "The ship jumped to Earth?"
"See, i want to get back to what you mean by knowing it academically."
"And I want to know by your implication that your familiarity is practical!"
"I was born there?" At the sight of his jaw dropping open before the look of overwhelming curiosity returned, she squinted. "Are you going to say that's weird. Because if it is, weirder shit happened to get me here."
"Not weird, per se--" He tapped his chin, head tilted to get a better look at her. She fidgeted. "Earth is just... that is to say the plane it exists within is, well, fantastically difficult to get to outside of the odd natural portal or a gate set up by a very powerful wizard. Apologies, its... well, I wouldn't even know how to explain its rarity!"
"I'm a very special little alien, got it." Dot pinched her nose and took a deep breath. "Basically something took me from Earth and put me on the ship, then shit went sideways. I need you guys to tell me what the lay of the land is, essentially. Like, to the point of... explain it like i'm five years old."
"Surely there's enough similarity to things that Faerun won't be that foreign to you."
"Gale, you shoot magic out of your fingers. Magic where i come from is sleight of hand bullshit."
"... fair point."
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7ban-sama · 7 months
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since someone already asked avvy it just feels right to ask you too - whats it like kinning amane?
You're right, it's only fair. But I must out myself, pretty much immediately after reading Avvy's post, I said aloud to her: "Man I hope no one asks me what it's like..."
Not because it's a bad question to ask (so don't sweat it) but, I just don't think it's going to sound as... fl-flattering? Lol... I must accept my fate.
The first thing I should say though, is that it feels really, really good, to be Amane. (Most of the time.) Does that sound silly? Probably, right...? Haha.
I'm not totally unfamiliar to a sense of ~kinnie euphoria~. I've definitely experienced this before. In general, I've always had issues navigating my very-compartmentalized self, and kin stuff helps me more thoroughly understand who Bird even Is, and what it means to be Bird. Which can feel relieving... it helps me define my art as well, and ultimately I get more satisfaction through it all. Though... eh, kin isn't exactly a 'choice' either, it's more like seeing a photo of yourself and recognizing yourself in it. If you're someone like me, who's struggled to even know what you look like, sometimes seeing that photo is relieving. "Oh, thank god... that's me." Er, but once you're past that stage, it's more often a neutral observation ("Yup... that's me.") and at worst, kind of humiliating. Seeing a BAD photo of yourself... a lame one. It goes back and forth; this is the downside of kin...
So... with Amane, I guess a lot of the time, it's like seeing myself, and it's — haunting. "My god, am I really like that?" But also I look really Cool. This is new, lol. I'm not used to feeling so cool. And like uhh, handsome, and interesting. So it makes me act... cockier, ruder, more insufferable. More arrogantly. My ego is unfathomable, at this point.
I feel so justified though. Maybe I'm prone to acting worse because I know I have a little brother that'll always be into it, though... Hmm, I guess I'm spoiled too. Not a small detail. I understand, implicitly, that I am adored... Tsukasa loves everything I do. Or, he'll have to, if I bully him about it. I'm not really worried about that, ever. At most I just get frustrated he didn't clap at the right time, or he didn't clap hard enough. (Be impressed by me!! Dummy...)
Hmm, I really feel as though my body is being piloted by a shitty 13 yo boy. (And it's one that won't stop watching porn and fucking his girlies.) When I was Actually 13, my life sucked and I couldn't really act like that at all; I had to be passive and meek, for a myriad of reasons. In some ways, it's pretty novel, just being so... unencumbered, at times? I've never felt more like Some Guy. It's a feedback loop also, I think, cuz Avvy's probably never seen me be so... *shitty boyfriend♂️*
Of course, not always smooth sailing, I do feel guilty at times. Amane is errr, unstable, as much as anything; he can make us get obsessively depressed and self-hating for a week straight, like literally making us cry over it kfkfkfkf.... This is the cost for all those high-highs, I suppose. He gets so depressed about how poorly he acts and how the girlies shouldn't be shackled to him (like, is sad for them, to be stuck with a jerk... why... why can't I just be normal... *sulks*) Usually he just needs a blowjob to reorient. You know how it is...
I can say that my favorite moments are like hers. :) I find that I get the most peace out of our day to day exchanges. It's really all about those little moments, like showering together, taking walks, sharing food. Somehow it's like... nostalgic, you get all, natsukashii... As if it's something we've done our whole life. That's nice... I like that. Feeling as though Avvy's always been with me, that what we do now is simply evocative of our entire childhood together. And I can't imagine it being any other way. Very cozy... I love watching my dumb baby brother make weird noises at me and chew on my nose n stuff... and I love to be rude and shove him, or grab him by the throat, or say something to make him go "nuuhhh!!!" and flail... That's the good stuff ❤
I think Avvy went into the 'states' she occupies... I think in my day-to-day, I'm sort of floating around ages 8-12. Kinda depends on how fussy or bawdy or awkward... Depressive states are like, I become ghost boy, at the roof staring at the moon. 'Arghh, I'm so terrible for what I've done, uuuruaruhh,,,, I can't visit your beautiful corpse, I'll just stay here'. When I'm physical agonies, I really regress into 4yo boy, cough cough. But the it's nice when I am brought water and food and stuff. Relief of brother care me... bring me things.
I worry, in terms of 'true self', that bandage boy is the most Me, deep down. I can't word that any more clearly. We haven't seen him in full, so of course, it's just that kind of delusional certainty. No way to "know", I just...
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11, 12, 13 for the questions left unanswered mun edition (imtheircleric)
11 : What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to RPing?
Hmm. Honestly it's kind of hard to peeve me off in RP; not a whole lot of passive stuff i.e. writing style/skill or canon character portrayal gets on my nerves unless it's just outright illegible or moves nothing in the story we're writing together as RP partners. And even then I'm more likely to be driven to give advice than be annoyed. I guess when people just plop a ship on me. EspECIALLY when it's with my older characters, which is where it happens most often. I'll be writing one of my miserable grandpas with someone's younger character and I'll be like, "Aww I'm so happy my character has a son/daughter figure in their life :'D" and I kid you not they IMMEDIATELY will go "They should get together 8)" The kicker's when, if I agree, they go straight to the Smut. Don't even ask me, don't take no time to see what kind of dynamic they have in said relationship, just getting straight to the goddamn point. Don't spring intimate relationships on my characters. OH MAN and if someone does then gets mad at whatever kind of relationships my character's in (someone tried to smut my OC and then read his info and cHEWED ME OUT BECAUSE HE WAS POLYAMOROUS???), I'm out. I might also bite your face off, then I'm out.
12 : What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to the fandom you RP in?
NOBODY WRITIN WITH DOUBLES OF THE CANON THEY PLAYYY! It's a silly and pointless peeve I know, but I really really want Dustin to meet another Dustin and then they can COMMENCE
THE
CHAOS.
Ok but for a more serious one I would like to Complain and I am sorry ahead of time but I have a lot of Feelings about my boy.
Note, I enjoy Billy as a character, I really do. BECAUSE he's not a decent person!
And I. Love. Jason. And feel horribly bad for him.
He was written to be doomed from the start and condemned for doing what he thought was right. But Billy is a better person despite TRYING TO RUN OVER KIDS??? even if he didn't intend to actually hit, do you think Max knew that??? what if he’d messed up and HAD hit one or more of the kids? think you that risk crossed his mind? Clearly not long enough for him to think twice about traumatizing his little sister. also it's tOTALLY not racist for him to say "hanging out with THOSE KINDS OF PEOPLE--” or whatever like. didn’t dacre like, BEG the duffers to make billy LESS racist? in my books that intention’s still there and it was still pretty,, blatant to me that he didn’t like Lucas SPECIFICALLY.
Everyone saying they were frightened for Erica’s safety because he forced the door open? I getchya. I’d rather a door than a fuck-you-miles-per-hour vehicle. I can kick someone holding my door open. You don’t think she would have kneecapped Jason in the nads if he tried? Also he was in the middle of a psychotic breakdown and You Do Not Act Right during those. Y’all have no idea how upset I was that Jason didn't even get a respectful death. People are all like "duffers said 5 people died well that was a lie lol" INCORRECT. 5 PEOPLE DID DIE. They just didn't give a shit about them. They're both racist because THAT'S HOW THEY WERE RAISED and they were both traumatized teenagers but the one that's less forgivable is the one that was TRYING TO PROTECT HIS FRIENDS? TWO OF WHICH WERE BLACK? Also anyone else notice the cops broke the fucking law and didn't take down his statement which you're SUPPOSED TO DO NO MATTER HOW OUTLANDISH THE STATEMENT IS?? (Also anyone else notice how GODDAMN RIGHT JASON WAS EVEN THOUGH HE HAD ZERO! CLUE!! WHAT WAS HAPPENING!!!)
(Also he brought a gun because he was p sure he was going up against Satanists in the middle of summoning said goddamn-literally Satan. I’d fucking gear up like that if I thought someone could mutilate me just by looking at me. Did we all forget that he also saw that happen? Not just the blorbie morbson? He saw his best friend fucking die but hey you know)
Just. He wasn’t written to be a person. He was written to be an inconvenience that was swept under the rug-- ALSO I WANTED TO SEE A MOB. WHERE WAS MY HELLFIRE CLUB OUTRUNNING THE YUPPIES. If I don’t get more Satanic panic next season I’m mutineering.
So in conclusion: hypocritical interpretation and demonisation and/or woobifying. Keep it away from me. Keep my boy's name outta your mouth if you're gonna slander it then turn around and be all googoo eyed at the other, arguably shittier boy. Conclusion of conclusion: I love Jason and I will braid Billy's mullet. Also Jason was right to call Eddie out for harassing ppl in the cafeteria :P ok done being a bastard
13 : Who is your least favorite character in the fandom you RP in? List three admirable traits about them.
UHM. I love all of them, your honour. WAIT-- Except that lady Hopper slept with in season 1. CAN'T YOU TELL A BITCH BE DEPRESSED? give him a hug or smth don't nag him for the D and get huffy that he don't wanna give you the D 'cos a KID JUST WENT MISSING AND HIS FRIEND SUPPOSEDLY KILLED HIMSELF like jesus murphy No admirable traits no sympathy get outta jimbo's house
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what are your thoughts on the non strict parenting trend on tiktok? some of those videos i think man that's not non strict parenting, that's apathetic/neglectful parenting
Idk, cause I honestly think a good parent is almost my mom's polar opposite. My mom yelled at me actually every single day, the rules constantly changed, the rules weren't even close to consistent among siblings (and not even just in an age appropriate way), and I was always supposed to be able to divine what she was gonna be okay with that day.
But even though she could yell at me every single day of my life, I didn't consistently brush my teeth until I was 11. And if I bring it up now, she talks like it was my fault. "You wouldn't do it when I told you to" well, I was a kid. And if you'd ever made me brush my teeth, I'd remember. I remember getting yelled at for eating a little debbie donut stick past noon on a Saturday as my first meal of the day, but you didn't make me brush my teeth? Somebody dumped a bottle of cheap body wash you'd used as bathroom decor fsr for like a year, and you sat us all in the hall and screamed at us threatening fucking group punishment if someone didn't come forward.
And then there were other things she says I just wouldn't let her do. Like brush my hair or treat me for lice. But, y'know, she did my hair care 10 kinds of wrong which made my hair damn near mat up every single day. And I'm literally allergic to lice shampoo which she's known since I was in preschool, and again, my hair was extremely poorly cared for and would knot up before she was done brushing it so lice combs would rip my damn hair out.
And maybe the hair thing isn't her fault and I'm being dramatic, but she, to this day, brings up how matted my hair used to get when all it takes for my hair to not do that is brushing pre-shower and not washing it every day. Like, this woman was letting my hair knot up all day, getting the knots wet, and then letting the knots dry. I don't even think you can blame that on no one knowing how to do wavy hair back then.
I didn't mean to rant about my mom, but honestly, just the idea of someone not screaming at their kids every single day over like nothing is enough for me to be wowed. I can see how it can go from gentle to neglectful, but the thing is, you can just as easily be strict and neglectful.
Like, idk, I think I can deal with creating some structure in my life as a grown woman. I think I'm up to the task. Some of the shit she neglected had some lasting impact on me, but I can handle the building of habits. What's weirdly difficult is the feeling that the thing you're doing right will all of a sudden be wrong and you're gonna get chewed out for it. That's a hard worry to break.
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goddamn, I gotta say, this melatonin is working fast. I wish they sold this stuff otc in England but apparently shit like this is prescription only.
Speaking of, I got prescribed nicotine gum recently. So far my motivation to not smoke/stave off my cravings has more to do with me not wanting to chew this nasty ass gum.
Like, don't get me wrong, the chewing texture of it is nice, but it doesn't really taste like anything. Until it does, then the taste sucks.
I didn't smoke today though. And I only smoked one yesterday. Day before that, I smoked two. Before that, and I'm talking in the most recent of weeks, I could go up to 5 or 6 a day, which is kind of a lot.
Generally speaking, I suppose for the past year, my average cigs a day probably rounded out to 2-4 cigarettes a day, depending on the week. And it's not like I would've smoked every day.
I know to some people it prolly sounds like I'm tryna justify how much I smoke, but I do think I'm making some kind of progress.
I wish I had kept track of more data regarding my smoking habits over time though, make like a longitudinal study out of it. Cus when I look back, I am certain that I smoked a LOT more back when I started (December 2018/January 2019, don't do shisha kids) I feel like after a certain point, it did average out.
As I typed this though, and as I think about what my smoking habits were like prior to September 2021, there has been a significant improvement. I guess my progress has just fluctuated here and there over the years.
I don't remember smoking much during the summer of 2020 ironically enough. Even though I know I must have, I actually remember myself being in somewhat decent health during that time despite my worries about covid. Different time though.
But yeah. As much as I appreciate getting it for free (thank you Universal Credit/NHS) nicorette kind of sucks tbh.
Like, I'm literally using the fact that I have the gum rn as an incentive not to give into nicotine cravings in general.
Honestly, how nicotine is legal is fucking beyond me. People were enjoying tobacco for millennia but then someone came along and was all like, "Hey, this is nice. I bet we can mass produce this and sell it." and then later on down the line, that dude's grandson (probably) was all like, "Yo, have you heard of nicotine? We're gonna be rich! Oh, and if you can't find anywhere else to put all that tar and battery acid, you might as well put that in there too."
Like, I remember as a kid in primary school, they told us all about the dangers of smoking and the absolutely heinous shit they put in cigarettes. Like, the tar and battery acid wasn't a joke, that's stuff I actually remember being on the list of fucked up stuff they put in cigarettes.
In retrospect, I wonder "hm, was that true, back then at least? would rat piss really have made it into marlboroughs secret sauce?" and now, I wouldn't be surprised.
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trans-xianxian · 3 years
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the cable for my wifi Finally got here but it still just. isn't working like there's something fucked up w the wall jack :)))))
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strawberry-nugget · 3 years
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𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 | E. Kirishima/ Reader/ K. Bakugo
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𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1
𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: after weeks of Bakugo distancing himself from you and Kirishima you finally get the chance to talk out what happened the other day, one thing leads to another and...
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, thr*esome, oral (f! and m! receiving), double penetration, fingering, p*ssy slapping, dacryphilia, all characters portrayed are over the age of 20
𝘼/𝙉: I'm so sorry this took me so long. I know this is 6.5k with little to no plot but I hope you enjoy this, hehe, thanks for all of the notes and amazing comments on the last one. I'll be reblogging in a few minutes with the tags in those who asked. Also. This is top Kirishima. Top top top top Kirishima.
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It's been two weeks now that you and Bakugo exist in different timelines.
He's never home, lost in patrol after patrol, leaving a hot mess behind him in his room, belts, gear, his back up costume messily sprawled across his room -you guess he doesn't have enough time to clean everything up. Still, the rest of the apartment always looks inhabitable, save for the little mess you make in the kitchen when you cook; he never cleans what's supposed to be your task.
You feel yourself growing sadder every day. It's something Kirishima notices and informs you he feels as well, rooted deep in how Bakugo is treating the two of you ever since that night. And the worst part is you can't do anything about it. He doesn't return his phone calls nor does he ever pick up, and by now you've accepted that he purposely avoids being in the house with you. It hurts even more knowing that he and Kirishima see each other at work every day; at least he knows Katsuki is doing okay, though as he reports, he rarely ever talks more than patrol and business.
You only wonder why he acts the way he does, thinking you don't deserve to get ghosted over for what happened. He's your roommate and one of your best friends, whatever made him feel like he has the right to ghost you with such each is not going to go by so easily and you're not willing to wait it out anymore either.
Thus, this Thursday night you call in sick for work and emerge yourself in the bathtub after checking the clock. 7.25pm. It's still an hour until Katsuki is off his shift, which means you have plenty of time to do some self care. Shave your legs, scrub your whole body with your coconut scrub- anything to calm down that put of anxiety that's starting to boil in the pit of your stomach.
You fear for the worst. That Katsuki doesn't want to be your friend anymore, and losing him doesn't sit right with you. Not over just catching him masturbating once.
There's a ton of things you want to say, or ask him. The lingering thought of him liking Kirishima or you digs deep enough into your brain and plants itself there, getting comfortable right next to the thought of him being jealous of your relationship. Could this be it? Could he just be lonely? He never talks about meeting anyone or having sex -that must be it, he's lonely, that's all.
Your bath doesn't last for long because you're nervous and the water runs cold before you have the chance to enjoy yourself. Maybe it's time to start turning the heating on in the apartment and you curse yourself because you have to talk this out with Bakugo as well -fuck its hard to not live on your own when you have to make shared decisions with someone. To your stomach's turbulence dismay you can't get out of talking to Katsuki.
"No, I literally won't tell you where she is Bakugo"
Your heart skips a beat at the sound of the door unlocking and closing again, followed by your boyfriend's familiar voice. You don't make a single movement to exit the bathroom yet- you're frozen, opting to rest on top of the toilet cap until you hear Bakugo's reply, your gut falling into a muddy pit of panic.
"I swear to fucking god if you two are trapping me to talk about it"
Typically of him, he shouts, barking and chewing a few sounds of what he's saying. Kirishima knows he's all bark and no bite though, you're eager to figure out how he'll oppose him.
"She wants to talk to you, you can't just ghost her like that when you live with her" There's a long pause next "and you should have told me that you're in fucking love with her"
"What?" Katsuki exclaims
What?
"You think I'm an idiot? Or that I can't comprehend basic human behavior? I know how people who feel the way you do act"
"What are you even saying Kirishima? That I'm jealous?"
You blink feverously, trying to take in what you're listening to unfold in the other room. You know a part of you has been wishing that this scenario wasn't true.
"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You should have told me you liked her in the beginning. I would have never made a move"
They bicker back and forth for a few minutes; Katsuki accusing and Eijiro defending, then switching back and forth before going silent. It's then that you think you should emerge from the bathroom. It feels wrong to not be part of this conversation when you're the reason for their bickering, but at this point the guilt in your stomach is rotting and polluting your insides.
With a sigh, you turn the doorknob and inhale deeply. You tell yourself you can do this. You have to do this, yet your eyes are filled with hot and salty tears as you approach the living room.
Both of them eye you simultaneously, pursed lips and hands crossed over their chests; the only relieving thing about this is that they're sitting next to each other on the couch, their calves slightly touching. You know they'll make up again, they always will, but you're scared you won't be able to be part of that make up. Not with the information that's been poured onto you.
"Hi" You whisper and despite being sure both of them heard you, they make no effort to open their mouths and talk back "I uhm" You clear your throat "I heard what you were ah saying"
"Course ya did" Katsuki growls "course ya fucking did"
"Baku- I-"
"Save it! I'm gonna-" He snaps and makes a move to get off the couch, though Eijiro has other plans; he slams him back down with just a push of his hand
The same hand that's extended to you, overlapping Katsuki's chest, wordlessly asking you to join them on the couch. Your heart warms up slightly. Kirishima always does his best to make you feel included, it's no surprise he's smiling at you when you take a seat next to the blond.
"You're not going anywhere Bakugo. And babe, you can speak now"
Though you smile nervously with your lips, your first word falls silent, in awe of a lung filling sigh. Then by the time you gather some thoughts together your chest is shivering and the tears that you managed to drown before are now threatening to spill from your eyes again.
Kirishima is watching you religiously, pouting as you throw your head to the opposite direction of his to let out a small sob. He tightens the grip of his hand around yours and barely notices Bakugo batting his eyes to that direction.
"Hey, no, don't cry"
"I just don't want to lose Bakugo because of this" you sob and Kirishima shoots a killer gaze at the blond, biting the inside of his lip.
"You're not losing anyone idiot" Bakugo says, clearing his throat, giving Kirishima a strained look as well
"Babe, don't worry, Bakugo and I will be fine, you and Bakugo will be fine"
You sob again, wiping a stream of tears that's falling from your eyes and Kirishima wastes no time on cupping your cheek after bullying Bakugo to do the same. A nice change, you think, two hands reaching out for your face, you could almost get used to this.
"Yeah, you're not losing me" Bakugo tries to soothe, though by Kirishima's demand he adds to his words "I- uhh, I might want you but this has nothing to do with us not being friends"
"Yeah?" You sniffle, looking up
"Yeah"
It's too soft how you're cuddled into their arms instantly, pulled on top of them to sit on both of their laps, held tightly in both of their embraces. You coo into their arms for a while, content when Kirishima kisses your cheek and sobbing faintly when Bakugo rubs your back in circles.
"Do you want a beer baby?" Kirishima asks, softly patting your back and kissing your nape as he leaves you clinging onto Bakugo. You nod into the crook of Bakugo's neck in reply and Kirishima smiles from the other side of the couch.
The sound of the fridge opening is timelines away from what's entering your mind. Is it wrong that you like that cuddle too much? And is it even more wrong that you want more? Bakugo feels nice when you're curling up onto his lap and Kirishima adds warmth and love into everything he's touching, you almost feel your thighs clench at the idea of where your mind's traveling to.
"What if we had a threesome?"
It's so faint when it comes out of your mouth that you're convinced there shouldn't be any loud reaction to it, though you hear the can of beer that's presumably in Kirishima's hand hit the floor, you feel Katsuki's hand freeze on your back. Both of them wonder if they've heard correctly, but never asking you to repeat it.
"A uhm.. Threesome?" Kirishima asks "you'd like that?"
"Yes"
You try to hide your face deeper into Bakugo's neck, but he doesn't seem to approve of it- he pushes you back softly, with a thick hand on your stomach and another still on your back. You feel your face burning as you're forced to face him
"You'd really want a threesome?" You nod and Bakugo gulps "Right now?"
"Mhm" You gulp too, your nose almost nuzzling against his "if- if you want to"
The way you're swamped with attention is overwhelming. From the way Kirishima jumps to the edge of the couch towards you, to the way Bakugo lifts you up and stands on his feet, urging you to do the same as your feet land one by one on the carpet underneath you.
"Fuck okay uh, are you fine with it Bakugo?" The redhead asks, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I am."
Kirishima gulps when he sees Bakugo latch onto you, placing his hand on your shoulder and coughing up slightly "Should we set some rules?"
"Yes" Bakugo coughs as well, though you can feel him getting hard to where your thoughts are meeting his "wanna suggest anything?"
"Great uh, maybe no kissing between the two of you, since she's my girlfriend? And Katsuki you're wearing a condom too. Are these fine?"
Both of you gulp and nod. It's natural for Kirishima to ask this. Sharing you out of the blue can't completely sit right with him; it almost flicks a switch on inside your gut, making you gulp again when you feel him hugging you from behind.
"Safeword?" Bakugo asks
"Red" You reply cooing when your back finally hits your boyfriend's chest.
You don't even have enough time to count down seconds before you're pounded and squished between the two of them. It's a miracle that you somehow manage to convince them to move it to the bedroom.
Even if making a small stop at the hall wasn't in your original plan
Kirishima's hands are everlastingly on your waist pulling your back into his chest. He's nibbling on the nape of your neck, his fingers light as feathers as they're peeling your T-shirt off of you. He almost grunts at your exposed back, leaning down just to place a kiss on each of your shoulders before latching onto your ear
"It's fine baby, it's fine if you're embarrassed okay?" He blows into you then takes a bite of your ear lobe to which you shiver as you snap your head to his face. “what? Are you that excited?"
You gulp, nodding with your eyes shutting, an expression on your face that looks almost painful -Bakugo can't help but palm himself, searching Kirishima's carmine eyes with his, waiting for a sign that he should make a move or retreat. Anything that doesn't involve him getting a front row seat to how your chest bounces as Kirishima runs his hands on your torso from behind.
"Fuck, I-" He says, swallowijg his tongue in the process, just when Kirishima's hands change paths, now wiggling underneath your sweatpants.
"Enjoying the show Bakugo?" Kirishima's smiles and fuck- when did he adopt such an attitude? "Come 'ere"
Bakugo does as he's commanded, guided by Kirishima, as he trails your torso with his hands intertwined with his, squeezing your upper hips, trailing your belly button, eyeing you with doe eyes before launching a kiss to your navel. You writhe and wiggle in Kirishima's embrace- the feeling of another man too new, too strange to take in in less than a few moments, but Eijiro's got you, kissing your nape, your cheek, softly playing with your breasts above your bralette. Whispering his praises with his hands across your body.
"Good girl" You're sure he whispers in your ear "I got you" But all you can feel is Katsuki's breath as he's placing open mouthed kisses across your tummy, over the valley of your chest, your cheek.
Kirishima is overly alert by this, jumping in between the little scene, capturing your lips with his, using a hand to push Bakugo into the kiss as well, pulling him in as lips as smeared against lips, your saliva trailing out of your mouth. You instinctively rub your thighs together to relieve some of the burning sensation between your legs
Soon enough, Bakugo is taking off your pants, rhen his shirt, Kirishima's taking his off too, managing not to let you go all while pushing the three of you into the bedroom. There's nothing but a trail of clothing in the hallway that could suggest what's happening inside the room once the door closes shut; three pairs of sweats, three different t-shirts and maybe the white ghost of hot and heavy breathing.
On the bed, it's way more comfortable. Your arching back is finally resting against the pillowy mattress, Kirishima's smile from upside down soothing and forgiving, you almost melt away while he cups your face and bumps his nose to yours, giggling slightly, before glaring at Bakugo. He guides your head into his lap, still holding your cheeks, still rubbing circles onto your soft face, pouting hard before facing your friend.
"You good babe?" He asks you and you nod again, humming a small reply to him "you too Katsuki?"
"Yeah, fuck yeah, I am" He gulps, pumping himself twice.
"You're not getting in without prep by the way"
You writhe in Kirishima's lap, gooey eyes and mouth open wide as he leans to pry your legs open, trailing his middle finger across your clothes slit. Your chest jumps when you hear him chuckle. You know he's struck the gold vein he's searching for, your panties swimming in a puddle, completely damp from getting your neck attacked only a few minutes ago.
Katsuki marvels a finger across your slit as well, avoiding your clit purposely or flicking it occasionally, moaning every time his finger touches the chilly dampness of your underwear.
Kirishima pries your legs open wider, hooking his middle finger under your panties and pulling them over and slightly to the side, flashing the blond with a glimpse of you -you swear you see him gulp. Hard.
"Want a taste?" Kirishima asks, chuckling, as if Bakugo isn't frothing at the mouth at the mention of the action, as if he isn't diving in between your thighs like a starved man.
He almost rips your panties by pulling them to the side. Your hands link through his platinum hair and you almost whine at how soft it feels, or, about the moaning sounds he makes as he's digging his fingers in the plush skin of your thigh, swinging your leg wider. You slide a little further along, laid completely flat on the bed -head still on Kirishima's lap.
Sweetly, Kirishima captures your inner lips with his fingers and circles them around before making you hump on him, his knuckles bumping with Bakugo's nose when he chuckles again. You almost tear up by the over stimulating pressure Kirishima's fingers provide for you, but you decide to hold it in; not sure hitched breath leaves your mouth until Bakugo takes an experimental lick across your slit.
With a thumb presses to your clit he retreats for a second, just to watch as he sinks his middle finger inside of you and -"oh my fucking god Katsuki"- he's back at it again, licking at you religiously. Softly, like Kirishima always does, patiently. Just like you love it.
It has your back arching, chest bouncing for Kirishima's eyes to enjoy. He decides he won't have you hanging, bouncing and thrashing. With two huge palms he cups your breasts, flicking your nipples, massaging you for just enough time to make your heart burn, then he wiggles a finger to the hood of your clit, applying throbbing pressure.
The knot in your stomach is tight, your vision blurry, you're sure what you think is silent moaning is probably full-on screaming, mewling or pleas of pleasure that you can't comprehend.
Kirishima is smiling at you from above, still wiggling his finger on you left and right in Bakugo's business and you can't help it- you yelp, pushing Bakugo's face deeper into you. It feels good- too good, like your legs are nothing but jello, your stomach and thighs feeling like they've transformed into liquid smooth. You mewl in Kirishima's arms, coiling, desperately eyeing him in hopes that he and Katsuki won't stop what they're doing.
"M so close" You slur when Kirishima takes a hand of yours away from Bakugo's hair, softly turning it upside down, until your palm is met with the wetness of his foreskin, the pulsing slit of his that leaks precum into your hand.
He whines -"ohh"- when you wrap your fingers around him, instantly pumping your hand up and down, your grip firm and steady as you twist your wrist with every bob of your hand.
"Suck me off baby" Kirishima softly commands, rubbing an experimental circle with his tip on your lips, smearing some of his precum around your mouth. You gulp at how carelessly he pumps his base, until he pries your lips open.
You take him eagerly into your mouth, feeling your stomach churn and your thighs freezing in place by Bakugos movements; so long as you're steadily sucking Kirishima's cock into your mouth, he scissors his fingers inside of you.
"You like that?" He moans into you, eyeing Kirishima "you twitched- fuck you're twitching"
"Show me how wet she is"
Kirishima commands and Bakugo complies by taking his fingers away from your heat and shining them into Kirishima's face. You whimper but how good it feels when he moans against you, blinking as you watch your boyfriend take your friend's fingers in his mouth, sucking in eagerly, before popping the digits out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva fall faintly onto the valley of your breasts
"Your pussy's s'wet baby, you're dripping all over over Katsuki's hands" Kirishima thrusts in your mouth "you taste so good" then turns his attention to Bakugo "tell 'er, how fucking good she tastes"
Bulky fingers rub on your clit once more and Bakugos hand secures your tummy in place while pinning you down; you feel it then, the inevitable end of what has been building up in your stomach for such a long while and you can't help but scream at the feeling of coming undone. Shaking, struggling to take a breath without popping Kirishima out of your mouth.
"Fucking perfect"
Your vision is white, your head is buzzing and your legs are frozen. You can feel Kirishima fucking into your mouth once, twice and ever so slightly, depending in how relaxed your jaw is as he's moaning. You don't choke when he hits your throat, you simply moan onto him, too blinded by the afterglow of your orgasm to even react to what's about to unfold.
"Fuck- take 'em off- Fuuck" Kirishima says, you notice. Bakugo probably does as he's told; you hear shuffling and grunting, the soft pop of his dick to his stomach. You want to see-
Bakugo, hazed and drenched in you, cups your womanhood with his hand, landing his thumb on your clit and you yelp again, thrassing onto the bed, finally popping Kirishima out of your mouth. He tugs and drags his fingers away- he's opening you up, of course, that's it- and you can't help but roam your eyes all over him. Searching for his cock, wanting to see it dive inevitably into you.
It's unfair that Kirishima has a better view than you do, but at least, you hope he enjoys the view. You buck your hips forward when you feel Katsukis thighs grace against your own. His skin is unbelievably cold, making the hair on your legs and tummy raise; a tear rolls down your cheek then the moment the tip of his cock touches your clit.
"We've got- ah- condoms in the first drawer. On your left" Kirishima says cheerfully, bucking his hips away from your face, kneeling just to place a kiss on your forehead- your nose- your lips, finally bumping the tip of his nose to yours when he sucks your inner lip into his mouth
"You liked that baby?" Kirishima breathes "You liked Bakugo eating you out?"
"Mhm" You nod, not wanting to break away from the kiss, unlike Kirishima
You can hear Katsuki cursing, slamming the drawer shut as he fidgets with the condom. Everything seems slow, from the way his thick fingers can't grasp the tiny edges of the wrapper, to him finding out what's the right side to put it on -he grunts, inevitably- stealing giggles from both you and Kirishima
"Ah man, you're struggling, come 'ere let me help"
Bakugo grunts once again, although this time it's not out of frustration. Kirishima playfully pulls him close, places a kiss on his navel and extends his hand underneath Bakugo's, politely asking for the condom -you know his lips are pressed into a goofy smiley line right now just by the way his body moves.
Kirishima lets your cheek rest on his thigh when he moves to grab Katsuki's cock, to roll the condom on him while twisting his fist on him no more than twice -unfair- before playfully slapping the blond's ass, urging him to climb onto the bed again.
It's then that your hips are jerked and raised towards the blond, huge palms on your hips, pulling you towards him. Nervous touches, unspoken apologies for potentially harsh movements, his eyes are flickering into yours and his lips are all pouty, scrunched, his cheeks plump with embarrassment. He doesn't know if you notice, nor does he think he ever will, but it's killing him -that he's only allowed to line himself up with you under this circumstance.
Whether you notice the hurt in his eyes or not, you don't comment on it, nor do you spare him any worried look. He doesn't even know if he wants you to take pity on this state of his.
No.
No, he doesn't.
He only hopes Kirishima won't get mad when he cups your face tenderly, nor when he traps your face with his other hand caging you away from the redhead thigh -it's for better leverage he'll say if he's asked to- but you melt into his touch.
And his chest burns.
It's worse when he finally pushes into you. His heart won't stop beating hard and fast and he's scared he's going to have a fall. No-no- he shouldn't think about it, if he does think about it, he'll definitely have a fall.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh," You murmur, feeling the voice come from the depths of your chest.
That's the only confirmation he needs to ignite his ego and light it on fire. You feel good, you're sucking him in deeper and your cheek is still melting into his palm. It's more than enough; he ignores Kirishima's gaze and whatever it may carry behind it. It's for his own sanity he reminds himself.
"You're doing so good babe,'' Kirishima asks you, cupping your other cheek. He's smiling- no need to worry about him not having a positive reaction to Bakugo caressing you
(The rules that had been presented to him were simple- wear a condom and no kissing)
"You're taking it so well, isn't she Katsuki?"
"Fuck yeah" He grunts, thrusting harder
"So, so well baby, we'll make sure you get to come first okay?" You ogle your eyes at Kirishima, teary and soft by his words, clapping your lips together and pouting, begging him silently for a kiss. Only to feel the void when his soft lips don't come in contact with yours
"Oh no, no kiss for baby. You're so naughty, wanting me to kiss you when you're getting fucked by our friend"
"What?" You whine, popping on to your left elbow "Eiji- i want my kiss"
"None can do" He smiles and Bakugo snaps his hips into you "unless you earn it"
Your stomach is tied in a knot again, gummy walls tightening around Bakugo, back arching. It's almost painful to watch you sprawled like this underneath him, reacting in peak with the rhythm of his hips, begging him to go faster, harder. At one point, he's losing himself in the speed he's fucking you with, feeling like he's about to combust from inside out is not helping either
-He thinks, he'll be spent for days after this-
It's guttural, the way you feel as Bakugo thrusts inside of you, the way you mewl and twitch and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You feel full, so much that you mutter it, slurred and incomprehensibly at Kirishima. It's more than enough for him to rub your chin with his thumb and buck his hips on your face again. You take him eagerly, smiling with your lips when he lands on your tongue. You swirl it around, pump him deeper into your mouth, suck on his tip until he moans in sync with you.
"Bakugoo" He hisses, biting his lip as he's eyeing you "don't chase your own satisfaction! Go slower and rub her clit too" He takes Bakugos hand away from your face, tracing it down your body before landing on your heat, pinching your clit softly making you moan "ah so responsive"
For a while he doesn't move his hand away, focused on guiding Bakugo's fingers on you, teaching him how to make you feel good while he's fucking and you're on fire, gut churning and chest tight, ovestimulated by how good it all feels. You can't even take a proper breath as Kirishima humps deeper into your mouth. He groans too loud when his tip hits your cheek.
You know this is too much for him, you know he can't hold back any longer, but you grab onto his shaft and twirl your grin on his base, bobbing it into your cheek and popping it out before swallowing it again.
And while Bakugo's thrusts are becoming desperate, Kirishima bursts into your mouth, holding your hair softly, pulling you closer to you- closer, closer, until your nose hits his navel, biting on his cheeks and squinting his eyes so he won't shut them, drunk on the view of you overflowing with his come. He only grubs your chin, swiping his thumb on the white trail that's spilling from the corner of your lips, trying his best to smirk at you without taking a breath.
"Swallow it sweetheart -ah- that's right, you're so -fuck- perfect for me"
Your lower stomach is protesting, bursting slowly as Bakugo is thrusting faster into you. His speed, him hitting that spot in your gut repeatedly, creating the perfect feeling of numbness, it's all too much and not enough all at once, you want to cry out- you gush and you writhe as your legs hook around Bakugo's waist.
Your boyfriend retreats from his previous position, smiling as ever, petting Bakugo's blonde hair, massaging your breast, kissing your nipple, then attacking your upper chest, trapping supple skin in between his tongue and teeth, dragging Bakugo along with him. It's what ultimately leads Bakugo over the edge, his tip feeling numb, blood rushing all over his body, he thrusts a few more times before he pulls out, spilling his own satisfaction into the condom, feeling his heart race faster than ever before.
"Your doing sooo good" Kirishima says once more, pecking your lips repeatedly. "Wanna ride me? Or are you tired? "
"Fuck no, lay down"
"That's my girl" He smiles "Katsuki, come here"
Kirishima rubs your wetness up and down, grunting when he finds your clit, grazing it with the back of his hand, whispering about how wet you are, to which you respond by hugging your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You only pull back when he lets you coo into him by petting your hair softly.
You're instantly met with Bakugo's eyes blazing into yours from above- it's not intimidating, rather, it's lustful, but you still need some time to pull yourself back, despite the eagerness in his eyes. You must have missed the point where he discarded his condom, or just how thick he actually is, because he's standing hard and proud before you, nervously searching for Kirishima's approval.
Your boyfriend's approval comes with gripping on him and easing him close to you. You take him in both of your hands, relying on Kirishima to keep your torso lifted, focusing on twisting your hand around him in the same way you did for Eijiro. Too bad you almost lose grip when He snaps his hips into you.
You can feel Katsuki's dick twitch into your hands as you pull him down lower, getting your tongue out of your mouth to place kitten lips all over his length. Eijiro mimics you, licking the tip when you're not licking the base, letting you take control when he ceases his movements for a bit, to lift both of you a little higher, so you don't have to bend your neck as much. He strokes some sweaty strands of hair away from your face, he kisses your cheek and Bakugo is already thrusting into your mouth feverously.
"Fuck"
"You're so wet baby, you feel like you could take us both" You yelp, wide eyes as you freeze on the spot "want to take us both?"
"I do" You yelp with tears in your eyes "I do I do, I do I do"
"Oh, look at you being so desperate, want to get -ah- wrecked, don't you?"
"I do Eiji- you cry out
"Then ask Katsuki to take you too, ask him to shove his cock into you while I'm fucking you too, like the greedy little thing you are"
At this point, you think poor Bakugo isn't going to make it to the end of this.
"Katsu" You plead, watery eyes staring into desperate carmine ones "Katsu fuck me while Eiji fucking me too-"
"Say please" Kirishima interrupts, pinching your nipple "or I'm not going to let him"
"Please, pleaseplease, please"
"Fuck yeah" Katsuki replies "ill fucking wreck you" The sounds he's making are supposed to be words, though they're far from being clear and understandable, his veins are pulsing into your mouth. He's too excited for this, so excited that you know he'll never make it to the drawer to reach for a new condom. So Kirishima is doing it for him, hooking the little rubber between his fingers as he's opening the drawer.
"Come on baby, pull back" He taps on your shoulder and places a kiss on your collar bone, thrusting deeper into you this time. The reaction is immediate, you're throwing your head back in seconds and Bakugo whines at the sudden departure of your warm mouth.
Kirishima allows you to kiss his thighs, his tip, his navel, to squeeze the small of his back and his ass before letting you wear the condom onto him.
You lose track of Bakugo until you feel wet kisses being planted on your thighs and ass, the back of your knees. You feel his hand being placed on your thigh, the warmth of his palm as he's soothingly rubbing it up and down your skin, to prepare you, raising his thumb to graze at your crotch occasionally. You whine every time he thumbs your clit, or flicks it when it meets with Kirishima's navel.
"You good? I'll start with my fingers" You choke on the sound of his words and nod frantically. If only you could actually watch him when he delves his middle finger in you along with Eijiro's cock. Still you whine loudly, when another finger joins the first one, slowly scissoring inside of you "fuck you're gonna take it so well aren't you? Kirishima's right. You love this"
"Answer him," Kirishima whispers, teeth biting down in your lobe. He grabs your face, trapping your cheeks between his fingers, turning you in Katsuki's direction, pushing your cheeks together. You swallow when you see the blind focused on watching you stretch.
"I love it
But Eijiro isn't satisfied with how you're trying to make your words get past from your lips
"Say it like you mean it doll, or I won't let your friend put it in"
You eye him dangerously, putting your lips even further before muttering a soft 'fine' -your redhead doesn't make a comment on your little attitude, probably because he's gotten what he's wanted from you- and Katsuki hisses, fisting his cock faster.
"I love it so much Katsuh"
"And Eiji- you mean. It's not only him that's here" Kirishima smirks and this time he pulls out of you, flipping your body so that your back is facing him. One hand comes to your wetness, spreading your lips apart, stretching you wide open "Try again" He lets go just for a moment, to slap your clit loosely. Once. Twice. Never ceasing when you whine. Your hips buck up towards Katsuki.
"Look at how nice I am, I even gave you a full view. Am I not?"
"You are Eiji. You're the best, the best. And I love this so much, I'm going to combust"
"Oh you will?" Katsuki interrupts, grunting when Kirishima pulls his dick closer to you, rubbing the head on your clit until Katsuki gets the hint. You let out a guttural groan at the feeling, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes from being too overstimulated for so long
"Yes baby, I will, just please"
"M going in-" Katsuki announces, earning a nod from Kirishima "If he won't let you come, then we don't listen to him 'kay?"
Kirishima chuckles at the one and bites the top of your ears dragging his tongue to the base of it- a warning- to not try and agree with what Katsuki's offering. And being obedient definitely pays off when you feel your boyfriend's head poke against your entrance.
It feels splitting and painful all at once; the tears in your eyes are pouring, and none of the caresses you're receiving is helping. You need time to adjust and both men provide that for you. Minutes pass spent with soft kisses. Kirishima sucking your neck and Bakugo kissing your breasts, the three of you making out- anything until you feel like you can get used to them.
And when you do, they go slow, each at their own pace, simultaneously hitting spots that you don't know could or should ever be hit at the same time.
"You good?" Both men ask and you have to gulp that frog that sits at the top of your mouth if you want to talk, but you can't. Your throat is too tight, your eyes are too watery
"Babe"
"Better than I thought I'd be actually"
You get lost in the haze of their hips, their thrusts and you can already feel Katsuki collapsing onto you, chasing his own pit of pleasure when it hits you. Your gut coming undone for the last time has your heart leaping and skipping beats; you hook your arm around Katsuki's neck, jumping up and down from how fast both men are thrusting into you and you bring your face to his, cooling your mouths together.
When he feels you clamp down on him -and Kirishima- he pulls out, rolls the condom off and strokes himself slightly. You whine at the sudden departure of him inside of you but you quickly clamp down on just your boyfriend, before feeling him shifting from underneath you, finally pushing down the small of your back. You take Katsuki into your mouth while Kirishima slaps your ass, thrusting fast and hard into you.
There's no sweet talk right now, authority and intimidation hiding away as satisfaction is being chased. Sloppily and not carefully at all. It's evident in how you're sucking Katsuki off. There's no consistency in your rhythm, you're squirming as Kirishima is slowing down before picking up his pace again, running his hands through your hair affectionately. When he comes, he coats your insides in white ropes of pleasure, riding off his orgasm softly, until he feels himself stop twitching.
By the time he pulls out you've made Katsuki come as well, hearing his high pitched grunts as he lets it all out in your mouth. Although this time you're not overwhelmed with the amount; it's his second round nonetheless.
Katsuki's hands don't cease to take this chance, even if they're awkward and shaking he's grabbing your cheeks squishing them just like Kirishima did a while ago and kisses you, poking his tongue in your mouth, moaning at his own taste, pulling your lips under his teeth.
You know your lips will be bruised by this. And you don't care. Because when he pulls back, Kirishima is kissing you as well, pulling you into his arms, caging you into his chest.
You even smile as tiny, peppery kisses are pressed onto your skin.
"You did so well" Kirishima smiles "you too Katsu, you both were amazing"
Katsuki smiles, popping onto the bed as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself onto you and Kirishima. He nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck and for the first time in a while he feels warm, content, calm and collected. Or so you think by the kiss that's planted onto your back by him.
It's tender and soft, mimicking Kirishima's but feeling nothing like your boyfriend's kisses at the same time. You collapse further into Kirishima's chest and he kisses the top of your hair and your cheek, mellowy.
"Wanna take a bath?" He suggests under his breath and both you and Katsuki nod, sinking further in the sheets with heavy eyes. Maybe when your feet won't feel like they'll betray you, you'll get up and have a warm bath, sandwiched between Katsuki and Eijiro, smothered in kisses, lathered in lavender soap, maybe you'll make a cup of chamomile for the three of of you and cuddle between them before you go to sleep.
Until then…
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heresathreebee · 3 years
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The One Where She Got A Dog
Yelena Belova X Reader
Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2
Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic
AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.
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Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio.  She laughed when you said you were too. 
Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer. 
"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica. 
"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked. 
You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?" 
"There." She points at the screen. 
"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?" 
Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest). 
She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question. 
"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean." 
You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas." 
You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here. 
"No timer?," she asked. 
"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart." 
Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?" 
"Something like that." 
The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better. 
But she can't know. 
"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze. 
Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…
There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her. 
But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you. 
"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…" 
Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but… 
"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that." 
Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair." 
You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo" 
"What was that?" 
You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…" 
Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too." 
The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before. 
"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?" 
"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier–  looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too." 
Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?" 
You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them." 
As you finished your sentence you reached for the door,  but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over. 
The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart. 
"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her–  that is how eerily quiet it is. 
Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then." 
Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?" 
"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here–  just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too." 
Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!" 
Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch." 
Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them." 
They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.  
"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective." 
Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light. 
Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip. 
"So cute…" 
You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence. 
"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice." 
You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry." 
You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually." 
The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair. 
"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup. 
"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…" 
You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house. 
"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.  
Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down. 
You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?" 
Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was." 
The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes. 
You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?" 
"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…" 
"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything." 
~
Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep. 
You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home. 
The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before. 
"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place. 
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euovennia · 3 years
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keep me in your heart - leah clearwater
a/n: hi! long time no see. i'm currently working on coming back from the dead so you'll see me make a post here and there, but i'm hoping to get to a spot where i can post more regularly. besides that, thank you for getting me to 200 followers while i was gone. i really appreciate it. thank you so much and i hope you all enjoy this piece!
summary: in you and leah come to an agreement
original request can be found: here
pairing: fem!reader x leah clearwater
word count: 1,103
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"I'm fine," Leah remarked with a sharp edge to her voice as she slammed the car door shut.
"Clearly you're not when you're slamming doors and won't even look at me," You sourly remarked as you worked to remain hot on her trail.
"Why do you even care about how I feel? Doesn't feel like something a person whose ditching their girlfriend would do."
You rolled your eyes as you grabbed her wrist, "For the last time Leah, I'm not ditching you. I just want to go to college and get my-"
Her wrist snapped away from your grasp as she turned around to face you with an annoyed look painted on her face, "You going to college isn't the issue here. The issue is that you're moving all the way to fucking London and you didn't think to tell me until two weeks from your departure!"
"Because I was fucking scared, Leah! I didn't want you to freak out on me and have it be one of those cheesy things where you try to make me choose between you or school."
Leah let out a scoff as she shook her head in annoyance, "Well you don't have to worry about me making you choose. Seems like you did that all on your own."
"I just don't get what the big deal here is! I told you that I wanted to apply to a college in London months ago and you were perfectly on board with it. What changed?"
"I didn't think you'd actually go through with it! You always talk about all these different things you wanna do, but you don't go through with like half of them so when you told me I just thought it was another one of those things."
You let out a frustrated sigh as you shook you head in disbelief, "No."
Leah furrowed her brows together, "No?"
"No. You don't get to sit here and be mad at the world and try to make the villain just because you made the mistake of assuming things. Ask literally anyone and they can tell you how excited I've been for this to happen ever since I got the idea in my head. You don't get to stand there and make me feel like shit for going after what I want in life."
After a few moments in an uncomfortable silence Leah spoke up, "Are you done?"
You nodded.
Leah let out a deep breath and looked into your eyes, "Look I'm sorry, okay? This entire time we've been dating I've always told you that I wanted nothing more than for you to be happy, to go out and live your life to the fullest. I know me getting angry and upset isn't what you wanted me to do. Hell, it's not even what I wanted to do but...What about me? What about us?"
Your eyes softened at her words and you took a few steps toward her as you grabbed onto her calloused hands, "We can still be together, Leah. We can call, we can text, maybe even write letters...And who's to say that we won't be able to visit each other?"
She gave your hands a gentle squeeze as she chewed on her lip in thought. Gulping, you let go of one of her hands and moved it to rest on the side of her face as you tilted her head to look up at you,
"Tell me what you're thinking," You whispered.
"That's not enough."
Feeling your heart begin to sink, you pulled away as you sucked in a sharp breath.
"Not enough? What's that supposed to mean?"
Her lip quivered slightly before she willed herself to speak, "It's not enough. I...Where are we even going to find the time to do all of that? Things here are tense enough as it is with the Cullens and you...You're gonna be busy with studying, partying, and knowing you you'll probably end up doing internships and clubs. That's not even taking the time difference into account-"
Her ramble came to a sudden halt as you stepped forward once again and grabbed onto her hands and looked into her eyes, "You're spiraling, love."
She looked down at your intertwined hands before speaking softly, "You know it's true though."
You opened your mouth to form a rebuttal, but closed it once again as your words became stuck in your throat. Maybe you didn't have an argument after all.
With a gulp, Leah brought her hands up to cup your cheeks as she looked into your eyes, "I meant what I said you know. There's nothing more I want in this life than for you to live out yours...Even if it means not having me around."
As tears began to gather in your eyes, you shook your head as your hands came up to grab onto her toned arms.
"Please don't do what you're about to do Leah...I...I'll stay here. I can go to a school that's closer or even go online. I just...Don't leave me."
She sucked in a shaky breath as she blinked the tears that were blurring her vision away, "The day I imprinted on you was the day I promised myself that I would do whatever you needed me to do in order to keep you happy...I don't intend on breaking that promise, even if it means we can't be together. I'm sorry."
With trembling lips and a broken heart, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to hers as you clung onto each other. Pulling away, the two of you rested your foreheads against one another as the sound of each others' sniffles filled in the silence.
"I don't wanna leave you."
"You have to. That's the only way you're gonna be happy."
"I'm happy now though, I have you. That's all I need."
At your words, Leah took her right hand and placed it on your chest over your heart before speaking, "It doesn't matter what your head is telling you. What's your heart saying?"
You choked out a sob before speaking, "That I need to leave."
"Then you have to leave. If not for yourself, then do it for me. Make me proud, baby."
You silently nodded as salty tears flowed down your cheeks, "I'm gonna miss you."
Leah grabbed one of your hands and rested it atop of the one that sat over your heart, "No matter what happens, just keep me in your heart."
You looked up her and rested your free hand over her heart, "As long as you keep me in yours."
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mrdarcysdadbod · 2 years
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Anyway rewatching LBD as an adult let me articulate some of the reasons I actually don't like it that much and think it does a disservice to the character of Lizzie specifically, and it has a lot to do with the medium and the framing device of "vlog made as a grad school thesis project and posted on the internet" and YES I know I'm overthinking this but I used Emma Approved in MY undergrad thesis project so I'm allowed to overthink it.
Anyway the issue is that, fundamentally, Austen in general and Pride and Prejudice in particular are very occupied with public vs private spheres. Pride and Prejudice does a LOT of ruminating on the differences in people's public and private behavior, what kind of behavior is appropriate or acceptable in public, the exclusivity of increasingly private spheres, confidence and intimacy, I could go on! And I think that adapting P+P as a vlog, publicly posted, is an interesting choice, and one that could have been carried off well if it was done in a METICULOUSLY thoughtful way, but it just... Wasn't.
Which brings me to the character of Lizzie. Lizzie in the book is HIGHLY concerned with propriety and appropriate public behavior. It's why her family is so embarrassing for her, and part of why she dislikes Darcy so much- he's not observing appropriate niceties for a social occasion. He's having a private conversation- "not handsome enough to tempt me"- in a public place. She's actually really private as a person, and she keeps a lot of secrets and doesn't really share with people aside from Charlotte and Jane (and sometimes not even them!)
Which makes some of the decisions made, in universe, by Diaries' Lizzie... Bizarre, at best. From a meta perspective, yeah, we have to get the whole story, but from an in-universe perspective, some of these conversations are absolutely not things that should be filmed, much less posted publicly for strangers to watch. And the weird part is that they call attention to this, with the repeated plot thread of keeping the videos secret from one person or another, and Lizzie being like "haha wouldn't want them to see this!" Then why the hell would you film it, edit it in, and post it?? Publicly? On the internet???
And like, that's without getting into the fact that this is supposed to be a thesis project for grad school! I literally cannot imagine a professor watching these deeply private conversations, often filmed without the participants' consent or knowledge (the running... Joke? of Bing thinking they're making video letters for Charlotte) and thinking this is acceptable OR appropriate, much less giving her academic credit. And, like, MAYBE if they were livestreamed, but they're not! They're edited. Lizzie edits them herself for most of the series, and that's- like, fuck, I mean, just thinking about some of the things she leaves in, on purpose? Lydia finding out about the sex tape? Like I know it was supposed to be to "prove" Lydia didn't do it on purpose but it would be just as easy to cut the part where she assumed Lydia DID consent and just be like "oh she must not have known" and not expose a humiliating and traumatizing moment to her alleged thousands (?) of viewers, who do not know them and are only watching this for entertainment. Like, sure Lizzie "learns her lesson" or whatever, but I feel like someone getting a GRADUATE DEGREE in mass media communications or whatever should be a little more sensitive to privacy. (Which, as a viewer who's thinking about this, makes ME hyper aware of the implied voyeurism of the whole affair and just makes me wanna turn it off and apologize lmao)
Anyway all this to say I think it's still interesting and it does some things that are really cool (I think Charlotte and her storyline w Mr. Collins really are the best element they changed and updated) but I just think it was biting off more than it wanted to properly chew in terms of the meta-narrative. It could've been a really interesting meditation on privacy in the internet age, but it wasn't interested in doing that, so it ends up just being... Fine, on its own, and deeply uncomfortable if you put any further thought in.
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craigslistdiavolo · 3 years
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Requested by @otome-scribbles
Anyway I love this idea sm 😳💖
Obey me boys x gender neutral reader
Fluff
Warnings - Language
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Lucifer
Sees the baby and has to do a double take
It's too early for this, it's always too early for this
Feels like his soul has left his body when he sees you holding a baby
Who's is it?
Where did you get it from?
Who the fuck gave you a baby?
Dies a little when the baby smiles at him
Is immediately reminded of when he was taking care of his brothers
Lowkey wants to start a family with you now
Lucifer sighed and gripped his coffee cup. "MC what is that?" You smiled at him and grabbed the baby's hand to make it wave at Lucifer. "A baby." Lucifer sighed and put his head in his hands. "I can see that's it's a baby. More importantly where did you get it from and who would trust you with a baby?" You faked a hurt gasp. "Are you trying to say that I'm not responsible enough to take care of a child." You laughed a little. "The baby is my friend's and I'm babysitting, his name is Tatum. Say hi Tatum." The baby giggled and smiled at Lucifer. You laughed at the baby and began to walk away. Lucifer put his hand over his chest and sat down. He had no idea that a baby's smile would make him so emotional, he also had no idea why it gave him the sudden desire to have a family with you.
Mammon
Why do have a baby?
Why are you holding a baby?
Who's baby is that?
That baby seems suspicious you probably shouldn't be loving on it
Stop laughing, he is not jealous of a baby (he totally is)
Okay but that's a really cute baby, he could probably make some money off of it
Please do not let him profit off of the baby
Mammon was sitting on the couch in his room when you walked in with a baby. "Oi human, where'd ya get a baby from." You glanced at Mammon as you sat down on the couch next to him. "Oh he's my friend's baby and I'm babysitting." Mammon looked at the baby you were holding and cooing at. "Hey, you shouldn't be lovin' on that baby so much, you don't know where he's been." You laughed at him. "Mammon are you jealous of a baby?" Mammon started blushing. "NO, where'd ya get that idea from?" Mammon turned away from to hide his blush as you laughed at him. After you finally stopped laughing and his blush settled down, Mammon glanced at the baby. The baby looked up at Mammon and smiled brightly. He was pretty cute, and people love cute babies, just then something clicked in Mammon's head. "MC this baby could be a model and we could make so much money off of him." You gasped, "Mammon, I'm not gonna let you make profit off of my friend's baby." You got up from the couch and left his room. Mammon got up and chased after you. "MC please it's a full proof idea!"
Leviathan
Levi glanced back at you when he heard you walk into his room
"Oh hi MC."
Takes him a second to process the fact that you're carrying a baby
"IS THAT A FUCKING BABY??????"
Get it out of here now before it destroys his precious anime merch and collectables
Please explain to him that the baby has no interest in his stuff omg
Levi was in his room wondering if he should text you or not to come check out the new game he got. He heard his door open. "Hey Levi." He glanced back at you, "Oh hi MC, I was just about to text to ask if you could come over and chec- IS THAT A FUCKING BABY??????" You laughed at Levi's reaction. "Yeah I'm babysitting for my friend." You placed that baby in Levi's lap. "Isn't he adorable?" Levi sputtered as the baby smiled up at him and snuggled into him. "Get him out of here before he ruins everything." You looked at Levi a little offended. "Levi, he is a 7 month old and can't even walk. He's not gonna ruin your stuff." Levi blushed, a little embarrassed. "B-But what if he chews on things." You laughed at him and took the baby back. "Trust me he won't, but if you want us to leave that badly then I guess we'll just go." Levi quickly gets up from his chair. "MC wait don't go, you guys can stay as long as he doesn't mess up my stuff."
Satan
Satan looked up from his book when you entered his room and immediately noticed the baby
"Why do you have a baby?"
You put the baby on his chest and he kinda just looked at it like :/
It's not a cat so not worth it 🙄💅
Just put cat ears on the baby or smth and then he will literally help you take care of it for the rest of the day
Who know babies could be so cute when they're dressed as cat
He will have or adopt a child with you right now as long as he gets to dress it up as a cat
"MC, why do you have a baby?" You smiled down at Satan and placed the baby on his chest. "I'm babysitting for my friend, isn't he a cutie?" The baby happily smiled at Satan and began cooing. Satan picked up the baby and sat up. "I suppose he's a little cute." You rolled your eyes and then pulled a cat ear headband out of the baby's diaper bag and placed it on his head. Satan gasped, "MC, why didn't you put the cat ears on him from the very start." He picked the baby up and began to walk off with him, saying something about needing to show the baby the library. You grabbed the diaper bag and ran to catch up with Satan. "SATAN WAIT I'M THE ONE WATCHING HIM!"
Asmodeus
Ew
What is that?
Why did you bring a baby into his room?
Babies are gross and dirty
Okay he does look really cute when he smiled though 🥺
"Asmo~ look what I have." Asmo turned around excitedly from his vanity, but his expression soon dropped. "MC why are you carrying a baby?" "Oh I'm babysitting for my friend. Isn't he such a cute baby?" Asmo glanced down at the baby. "Babies are gross." You gasped, "Asmo don't bully him he's only 7 months old." The baby smiled up at Asmo and started making grabby hands while babbling. Asmo gasped, "Oh my gosh, why wasn't he being this cute from the start???" Asmo quickly whisked the baby away from you and started carrying him around his room. You sighed and sat down on Asmo's bed, at least he wasn't bullying the baby.
Beelzebub
He's just in the kitchen when you walk in with a baby?
:0
Thinks the baby is very adorable
Please let him hold the baby
And feed it :)
Is very soft with the baby
A little scared to hold it at first but when he does hold the baby he just 🥺💕
Please have or adopt a baby with this man right now, please he's so soft and just wants a little domestic life with you now
Beel was in the kitchen grabbing some food when you walked in carrying a baby. He quickly smiled down at you and the baby. "MC why do you have a baby?" You looked at Beel. "Oh I'm just babysitting my friend's baby, isn't he adorable?" Beel's eyes light up when the baby smiles at him. "Yes! Is he hungry? What do babies like to eat?" You laughed at Beel and grabbed something out of the fridge. "Here you can give him this." Beel fed the baby until he didn't want anymore. The baby yawned a little bit. "Looks like it's nap time, you know Beel, you can hold him and rock him if you want." Beel looks a little nervous but nods and takes the baby from your arms. It honestly felt like the three of you were a small, happy family.
Belphegor
Not as enthusiastic as Beel, that's for sure
Just :| is the best way to describe his reaction
Glances at you with the baby and is like "oh cool baby"
The baby: (◍•ᴗ•◍) Belphie: :|
Will 100% take a nap with the baby though and think it's very cute but won't admit it
You walked into Belphie's room carrying a baby with you. "Hey Belphie look, I've got a baby." It was clear that he was getting ready to take a nap when you had walked in. The baby smiled at Belphie and began babbling random baby nonsense. Belphie yawned and glanced at the baby. "Oh cool baby." You laughed. "Really that's it? I bring a random baby in here and all you have to say is cool baby?" "Yeah pretty much." You jokingly rolled your eyes. "Well it's his nap time anyway so we might as well stay and take a nap with you." Belphie sighs kind of annoyed but let's you hand him the baby and get in bed next to him. You all take a nap together but end up getting woken up when the baby cries. The moment was nice while it lasted through.
Diavolo
:0
Woah a real life baby
Is shook
Would like to hold the baby
Thinks you look very lovely carrying a baby
If you weren't married before, you are now because after seeing you take care of a child he would like your hand in marriage and to start a family with you
You walked into the Demon Lord's castle and began looking for Diavolo. You wanted to see how he would react to you carrying a baby around. "MC, is that you?" You turned around and saw Diavolo. "Oh hey I was jus-" You were cut off by Diavolo's gasp. "What a cute baby! May I hold it?" You passed the baby over to Diavolo. "Yeah you can hold him, just be really careful." Diavolo smiled at the baby and bounced him a little before handing him back to you. Diavolo blushed, the way you gently took the baby from his arms and held him made him think about having a family with you. The baby smiled at him and babbled, you laughed. "I think he likes you Dia." Diavolo smiled at you and the baby. "MC let's get married." "WAIT WHAT?"
Barbatos
Has a somewhat reaction to Lucifer
Will hold the baby if you ask him to
Thinks the baby is pretty cute
Will give the baby some cake
Ok but what if you guys started a family jkjk..... unless 😳👉👈
"Oh MC, you have a baby, why?" You walked up to Barbatos carrying a baby. "I'm just babysitting him for a friend, isn't he a cutie?" Barbatos looks at you questioningly, "Why did someone trust you with a baby?" You gasped, "Barbatos! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of a baby!" Barbatos laughed at your reaction. "I was just teasing you MC. Is he old enough to eat cake?" You looked at Barbatos, "Yeah, he can eat cake without a problem." Barbatos goes and retrieves a small slice of cake for the baby, who was clearly very excited about getting cake as he smiled and giggled at the sight of it. After the baby was done with his cake, he made grabby hands at Barbatos. You looked at him. "Barbatos will you hold him, he clearly wants you to." Barbatos sighed and took the baby from your lap. It was nice to share a small domestic moment like this with you, he can only hope for more moments like this in the future.
Simeon
Will literally snatch the baby from you
Is so soft
Does not put the baby down
Loves the baby
Please don't take the baby from him, he really likes holding it
Marry this man and start a family with him rn
"Oh my gosh MC, is that a baby? Can I hold it?" Simeon just about cries when he sees you carrying a baby, and when the baby smiled at him he swears he died. You laugh at Simeon's reaction to the baby that you're carrying. "Yeah you can hold him." Simeon quickly takes the baby from your arms and begins cooing at him. You smile at Simeon, you didn't think he would be so happy to see a baby. The two of you plus the baby spent the rest of the day doing cute domestic things. Simeon cried every time the baby smiled at him. He had forgotten what it felt like to take care of a baby, so this was nice.
Solomon
Doesn't really care
The baby smiles at him and he's just like 😐
Annoyed if you make him hold the baby
Thinks you look cute holding the baby though
"Solomon, I'm babysitting my friend's baby, isn't he sooooo adorable?" Solomon looks up from his desk and glances at the baby. "Yeah he's cute I guess." You roll your eyes, "Try to be more enthusiastic." Solomon jokingly glares at you. You walk over and sit on his bed. Unbeknownst to you, Solomon blushes a little because you look very cute when you're carrying a baby.
A/N - The first time I started writing this I accidentally posted it so I panicked and deleted it 🧍‍♂️ Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading this and I'm sorry if there's any mistakes, I was just trying to get it done as fast as possible because I was frustrated with the fact that I accidentally posted it. Feel free to follow me on the instagram that I created a day or two ago, the @ is the same as on here, craigslistdiavolo. You can also find it by clicking the link in my bio.
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darkshinsou · 3 years
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Baking Fails with Sugawara Koushi, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Tendou Satori, Miya Osamu, and Ushijima Wakatoshi
Warnings: You are depicted as a housewife but other then that, none, pure fluff, full of love, will give you a cavity from how sweet it is
a/n: This is dedicated to @sugaslittleangel ( this is the recipe I based the melonpan on)
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Sugawara Koushi:
Okay
This guy is literal sweetheart
You could have burned down the kitchen and all he would say is, "Well, I was thinking of remodelling anyways" <3
But any who
You wanted to make your lover cookies
Homemade cookies
So, you get all the ingredients and start making the dough
You didn't do the measurements correctly though, and the dough is kind of clumpy
Thinking that it won't matter, you roll the dough into little balls and set it on to the baking sheet
When the timer rings, you pull then out excitedly, only to pout
Why do they look so... Ugly?
You wait for the cookies to cool a bit before taking a bite of it and-
Oh my god, that is the worst cookie you haver ever tasted
You spit it out and decide that you'll add more oil and butter to the batter
That didn't turn out well
After trying a couple more times, you are close to tears in the middle of the kitchen floor
Only for Koushi to walk in on the mess you have created
And you crying on the floor
He crouches next to you and asks gently, "What's wrong, Sugar?"
You look at him and point at the mess
"I failed to bake you cookies" You sob
Hoe looks at the cookies and each pan looks different to the next
And what does this sweet little big shit do?
He eats them
A cookie from every. Single. Pan
And he eats them like they are the tastiest cookies he has ever had
After he finishes, he leans down and wipes the tears from your face
"Don't cry, Sugar. They are delicious. I love you"
He kisses you on the head and helps you stand up
"Now, let's clean this up"
Sakusa Kiyoomi:
You are an absolute sweetheart to him
And he loves it
You always make his bentos for lunch
You also make sure to add his beloved umeboshi and he's always greatful
So, when you are feeling extra ambitious, you decide to make melonpan
Which was probably not the smartest idea since you have never baked bread before
So, you start with the cookie dough, which is easy enough, and then the bread dough
Now this
This is when you done fucked up
But you didn't even realize it at the time
Music playing, you singing along, you didn't realise that you put too much flour
So, when you put the bread in and take it out, you stare in disappointment
The bread didn't rise
You figure that okay, fine, I'll just do it again
And you do
But this time, it was burnt
What's worse, you hear the door close and Omi calling your name
You freak and immediately go to stop Omi from coming into the kitchen
But you are too late
And Omi walks in on the disaster you made of the kitchen
He looks around, curious and somewhat annoyed
"What's... Going on, y/n?"
You look at him, then look away and mutter, "I was trying to make you melonpan, but it didn't go well..."
He sighs, "Y/n, you made a mess. Please clean it up"
You look at him and when you see the annoyed look on his face, you suddenly start crying
His eyes widen and automatically he's pulling you into an embrace, shh-ing you and apologizing
"I- I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just- practice was extra hard today. And Bokuto wouldn't shut the fuck up. Please, forgive me?"
"I'm sorry, too, Omi. Let me clean this up and get started on dinner. You go take your shower and relax, yeah?"
He let's go of you and shakes his head
"We'll clean this together, than you can prepare dinner"
You smile fondly at him and get to work
Tendou Satori:
Okay, so we all know that Tendou is a sweetheart
Especially you
So when you decide that you want to return the favor, you go out and buy ingredients for brownies
And get started immediately after kissing him goodbye
Tying the pink apron around your waist, you pour the ingredients into the mixing bowl
After you think it's mixed, you set them into the pan and stick then in the oven
When the timer goes off, you snatch the brownies out of the oven
After letting the brownies cool, you take a knife and go to take a piece to try it
But the brownie won't cut
You struggle to just get that little piece and when you do get it, it's hard as a rock
You don't know what you did to fuck it up this badly, but Tendou wasn't supposed to come home anytime, so you figure that as long as you clean up and hide the failure that you call brownies
Too bad Tendou got out early from work and decided to surprise you
Singing your name as he closes the door, he quickly rids himself of his shoes and starts looking for you
You, on the other hand, are freaking out
You don't want Tendou to know about your failed attempt at baking
But then he walks into the kitchen and grins while humming out
"Oh? Did you make me brownies, paradise? Well, don't mode if I do!"
He grabs the piece that you had cut out and finishes it like it was the most delicious thing he has ever had
You stared at him, confused
"Didn't that hurt to chew?"
Tendou shakes his head and goes to get another piece
"It's delicious, Y/N! Thank you for spending time and doing this"
You smile softly and hug him from behind
"I love you, Satori."
Miya Osamu:
Okay, albeit, you can't cook for shit
And you definitely can't bake
But you still wanted to make something for your lover
So you decide to make something easy
And that would be chocolate chip cookies
You mix the ingredients in the boil and brush it off when the dough looks a little liquidy
Not a word but whatever-
After setting them in the oven and setting the timer, you clean up the mess you left
When the timer goes off, you hop to it, fetching them out of the oven and setting them down
And-
Why do they looking so... Disgusting??
You wait for the cookies to cool down a bit before tasting one
And it tasted fine, if not a little bit off
But... They were so ugly
You sigh sadly and almost jump out of your skin when you hear someone ask
"Why the sigh, Y/N?"
You turn around, for getting about the cookies and grin
"'Samu!! What are you doing home so early?"
He smiles at you and walks the rest of the way to you, placing a kiss on your head while explaining the reason
"I closed the shop early today. Why does it smell so good in here?"
You frown when remembering the cookies and tell him
"I tried making you cookies, but they didn't turn out like I thought they would..."
He hums in acknowledgement and grabs a cookie from the sheet, biting into it and smiling
"They taste delicious, Y/N. Thank you"
You look up at him and silently thank the Lord for giving you such a lovely husband
Ushijima Wakatoshi:
You both can't bake for crap
Like, you've tried and tried
But they wither come out burnt or disgusting
But you decided that you would try one more time
So you start to make the batter for cake
Angel cake, to be exact
But the one thing you forgot about is that the center piece can be removed
So, after pouring the batter into the pan, you grab it by the top
And the batter goes everywhere
You watch in utter horror as the batter forms a puddle
You quickly go to grab a towel to and bowl
Scooping the batter into the bowl, you hear the door open
And now you are now full on panicking and ready to cry
Ushijima, on the other hand, is calling out your name and were you are
He searches the living room and bedroom before figuring out that you are in the kitchen
And that's were he finds you, scooping up batter while tears fall from your eyes
"I'm I'm really sorry, Toshi." You hiccuped and he stares in shock before kneeling down to stop you
"Go get cleaned up, sweetheart. Let me do this, okay?"
You nod your head and head towards the bathroom as he cleans up the mess
You change into shorts and his sweatshirt, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into his arms
He walks out when he's finished cleaning and finds you curled on the couch
"Sweetheart, I'm going to take a shower real quickly and than we can get takeout, watch some movies, okay?"
You nod and apologize one more time
"It's okay, honey. Just relaxed. I'll be out soon."
2 hours later and you guys are cuddling on the couch with your head on his chest
He was stroking your hair as you slept and he couldn't have asked for a better wife
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