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ruvviks · 1 year

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🌈🐬🍁🕸🐇☔ for bourbon and tangerine if you don't mind!!

THANK U AAAA <33 i love talking about them they're so special to me oogh

for housekeeping purposes: this pairing is romantic!

🌈 - what were their first impressions of each other?

bourbon barely paid attention to tangerine when they first met which is. really fucking funny to me for some reason LMAO they met like two-ish years before the events of the movie on a job and at first kinda tried to kill each other a little bit? and then when it turned out the jobs they were doing were Questionable and maybe they should work Together. bourbon mostly just paid attention to lemon because he seemed more reasonable than his brother SHGJFDHGJD it wasn't until the second job that bourbon became eyes emoji and actually started to pay more attention to tangerine,, thought he was a very capable assassin but also just found it very funny to annoy him a little bit <3

tangerine was the equivalent of >:^( the entire time they were forced to work together for. the first two jobs. he took it VERY personally that bourbon would rather discuss details with lemon than with him but then also didn't really make it easier for bourbon to talk to him instead because. well. as i said in an earlier ask he's a drama queen first and a human being second. and bourbon being exactly the same also wasn't helping WSHJGFHDJ

tl;dr they were basically just annoying each other a lot upon first meeting but this was mainly because of the fact they were on opposing sides. the second they learned more about each other the outright hostility caused by. well. the line of work they're in. immediately vanished and it's just been playful banter ever since <3

🐬 - who made the first move?

answered here!

🍁 - how was their first kiss?

their first kiss was during the hotel job as i like to call it. some rich people place and the twins and bourbon are all there to kill a guy and because of the mysterious client and the vague job description they believe they have the same target but it turns out they've been hired by each other's target. it's very complicated. it doesn't matter. they end up killing both of them <3

either way during that job there's a moment they have to blend in at a party that's going on in one of the halls of the hotel and leading up to this moment there's been plenty of sexual tension between the two so naturally when bourbon gets a little fruity (haha. get it because. tangerine) on the dancefloor and tangerine gets juuust a little too close. well. what did you expect would happen. very passionate kiss that leads to them taking things to a broom closet nearby

🕸 - what does one do that scares the other?

answered here!

🐇 - who wants to cuddle the other longer in the morning?

surprisingly enough, tangerine <3 the mf has a nonexistent sleeping schedule and often stays in bed for much longer than bourbon and he gets clingy as hell in those hours, meanwhile bourbon is ready to get up at the ass crack of dawn LMFAO but he will stay in bed for a little longer it's fine <3

☔️ - how do they make up after a fight?

they don't really have fights about things they mostly just. bicker a lot about the most insane shit. which type of cat is the best. if the cloud they saw on their way back from the store looked more like a pineapple or a guitar. they like to press each other's buttons a little bit but both know Exactly where their limits and boundaries are and are mostly successful at not crossing that line, were it ever to happen they would simply just apologize immediately and change the subject. they both love talking so they would forget about it like a minute later probably

pairing asks!

#asks #mutuals #jendoe #ask:fruit cocktail #pairing asks #another thing to add to the last one: if they Would actually get into a fight one of them would end up crying #and then neither of them would be able to actually finish the fight so they would just. both calm down and then apologize and move on #as soon as shit gets highly confrontational they both get incoherent and then become cryingclowncat.jpg #so they don't let it get to that LMFAO and honestly. good for them

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bastardlybonkers · 19 days

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i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.

#dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #shuro dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #toshiro nakamoto #dont get me wrong i understand relating to a character and hating whoever wrongs them cause youre protective or you relate really hard #but i think toshiros been getting the short end of the stick for a long time now 😭#even his love for falin is misunderstood #he literally states all the reasons he likes her #and none of them are superficial #but hes so closed off and has such difficulty expressing himself that instead of asking her out or smth he just #proposed to her out of the blue 😭#leading a lot of ppl to just assume that he went 'white woman spotted' and proposed #do Not misunderstand me i am #a HUGE farcille stan #obviously #but i dont think toshiros feelings are surface level and i think theyre absolutely crucial to understanding him and his motivations #as a character in this story

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do poly!marauders with a clumsy s/o? Thank you!

Thanks for requesting love!

cw: blood

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

“I’m going to purchase one of those leashes for unruly toddlers,” James says, thick lashes nearly touching as he squints down at your hand. “And I’m going to keep it around my wrist at all times.”

“It won’t be as good at catching me as you are,” you point out. You do your best not to wince as he picks a piece of gravel out of your palm, but his eyes flick up to you anyway, an apology in them.

“No, but at least I’ll be able to keep you close.”

You laugh a little. “I trip whether you’re nearby or not.”

“Beg to differ.” He sounds bitter, but James has always had a terrible poker face and the uptilt of his lips betrays him. He spreads ointment over the cuts on your hand before bandaging it. “If I was with you, this would’ve never happened. Guaranteed.”

“Yes, it’s all your fault.” Remus comes in from the kitchen, maneuvering carefully so as not to get the hot mug he’s carrying anywhere near James. He sets it next to your thigh on the bathroom counter. “Jamie,” his tone is chiding, a bit tired, “why have you started with her hands? She’s bleeding down to her ankles.”

“It’s nearly dried anyway,” you say, looking down at your shredded knees. Remus feels too bad for you to give you one of his worse reprimanding looks, but his eyes convey tremendous exasperation nonetheless.

“Because I knew she’d need her hands to hold her tea,” James replies, bumping Remus’ hip lightly with his. “Ease up, I’ve got it. Did you make yourself some tea too?”

Remus glances towards the kitchen the way an old captain might gaze at the sea. “I thought about it…”

“Do that,” James says. He finishes up with your other hand, bandaging it carefully. “Actually, would you mind just putting a kettle on? I’ll have a cup, and Sirius might want one too.”

You frown at that, but neither of your boyfriends see, Remus going into the kitchen with renewed purpose and James smiling slightly to himself as he finishes wrapping your hand.

“One of these days,” he whispers, backing up a bit so he can work on your knees, “you’re going to have to sit on the couch and feed Remus chocolates for all you put his heart through. We’ll be lucky if the next time you fall he doesn’t have an attack.”

“What’s Sirius coming here for?” you ask.

“Well, he does live here.”

You give him a look, but he doesn’t glance up from cleaning the blood off your shin. “He’s supposed to be shopping with Marlene.” Accusation and betrayal lines your words. “You texted him?”

James looks up at you now, sympathetic if not quite sorry. “You know I had to. He would’ve murdered me if he’d come home and seen you all bandaged up and nobody had told him.”

“You could take him,” you grumble.

He laughs. “I don’t know, sweetheart. He fights dirty.”

You laugh too, though it’s more a humorous huff. “He can’t come home every time I trip,” you say, twisting the string of your tea bag around your index finger. “It’s not like I need to go to the hospital.”

James works a larger piece of gravel out of your knee, eyebrows knit together by compassion. “He worries,” he says simply. “He wants to come home every time you hurt yourself, though if you recall, I didn’t tell anyone about you banging your head on the microwave door yesterday, or about when you fell on the stairs last week.” He looks up, grinning when you shrink, abashed. “But when you fall this bad, it’s a bit harder to hide. Sorry, lovie.”

It’s a double apology, for ratting you out and for the sting of the ointment he smears over your knee. You hiss through your teeth. “Fair enough,” you say. James smooths a large band-aid over the series of shallow cuts, kissing the skin just above it for good measure. “I just don’t like to worry him. Any of you, if I can help it.”

He shrugs. “I don’t think you can,” he says. You get what he means. Remus is a worrier, Sirius even more so, protective by nature and nurture. And each of your boyfriends cares about you too much to ignore how often you hurt yourself, even if you really think they should be desensitized to it and annoyed with you by now. “But I’m trying to get you cleaned up before he sees you, so hopefully that’ll help.”

Like James has just issued a summons, the rumble of Sirius’ bike comes from outside. James grimaces as it slows to a stop.

“I hate that fucking thing,” Remus growls from the kitchen.

James shoots a sad smile in that direction. You think that you might not single-handedly cause Remus’ heart attack if Sirius gets there first.

“Where is she?” Sirius calls as soon as he comes in the door. “I assume there’s a blood trail for me to follow?”

James chuckles. “I told you it wasn’t that grim,” he shouts down the hall, and a second later there are heavy footsteps coming toward you. You brace yourself.

“Fucking hell.” He halts just in the threshold of the bathroom, then seems to change his mind, striding over to you. His eyes are glued to the bloody mess of your uncovered knee. “Darling, what did you do?”

You knew what to expect from him, and still your voice comes out smaller than you mean it to. “I missed the curb going out to get the mail,” you say.

Sirius’ eyes lift to yours, widening. “You fell into the road?” You nod. “You could’ve been hit by a car!”

“There weren’t any cars.” There are almost never any cars on your street, and he knows that.

“You’re lucky there weren’t,” he says anyway, holding his hand out. You place one of yours in it obediently, palm up. There’s a bit of blood marring the beige bandage, and Sirius makes a terribly soft pitying sound. “Your poor, lovely hands.” He runs a careful finger over the covering. “How bad was it?” he asks James.

“I told you, not horrific,” James says, finishing with getting the debris out of your knee and twisting the cap off the ointment. He looks up to be sure you’re ready before he starts smoothing it on.

“Stitches?”

“Oh, tons. She’s held together more by thread than skin at this point.”

You roll your eyes, but Sirius coos, “My poor sweetheart,” and grabs hold of your face to plant a kiss on your lips. You must look as pleasantly surprised as you feel, because he does it again, bending forward to avoid bumping his hip into your knee.

His thumb sweeps across your cheek as he pulls away, brows furrowed. “Does it hurt?” he asks, and now the mirth has disappeared from his tone. You don’t know how Sirius does that, going from teasing to not in a blink.

“Not so badly,” you tell him.

He hums, stroking your face again. “Would you tell me if it did?”

You feel your lips twitch, and Sirius’ eyes narrow like he knows your answer before you’ve spoken. “Probably not,” you admit, “but it really doesn’t.”

He stares you down for a minute, murky eyes scanning yours for traces of untruth, his dark brows lowered. You reach up to slot a piece of hair behind his ear, and he cracks, mouth kicking up at the corner.

“Alright, drink your tea before it gets cold.”

“I’ve actually made tea for everyone,” Remus calls, not from the kitchen this time but from the living room. “And snacks, so please come eat them.”

James grins, touch moving up the back of your knee to your thigh as he stands. “Excellent,” he says eagerly. “You’re all fixed up, m’love. Let’s go take care of Rem now.”

You start to hop down from the counter, but Sirius says, “Wait, wait!” and grabs you by the hips, keeping you in place. “Can you walk?”

You nod, because duh, your legs are scraped, not broken, but Sirius looks to James, the both of them frowning thoughtfully.

“Best not to risk reopening them,” James decides, scooping you up off the counter.

You huff a laugh, rolling your eyes. “Thank you,” you say, rather than this is deeply unnecessary and you’re being ridiculous. James seems to hear both anyway, planting a sloppy, smiley kiss on your cheek. Sirius, satisfied, follows you down the hall. “I didn’t mean to make you my manservant, I swear.”

“Happy to do it,” he says. “Now drink your tea, it’ll make Rem feel better.”

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fuckyeahisawthat · 10 months

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I’ve had my share of [Crowley voice] you idiot thoughts at both of them over their terrible communication skills and severe chronic inability to say what they mean. But like. I get it.

For 6000 years, they had to talk in code. They had to express themselves in grand gestures and subtext and plausible deniability, out of fear of being found out. And they got really good at it! They developed a whole secret language of ways to say I love you because they couldn’t say it out loud.

But now that they can—and need to—talk about what they are to each other with actual words, they don’t know how.

Neither of them know how to say what they want, openly, and to ask what the other wants. And (I think this is a crucial component) they don’t know how to fight. They’ve had enough spats to have a 350+ year old apology dance, but they have repeatedly avoided talking about the really big differences in their worldviews and what they value, because those conversations would immediately bump up against the things they try hardest to avoid (doubt and guilt for Aziraphale; rejection for Crowley), and because that could lead to a real disagreement that they don’t know how to get around. And then where would either of them be? Alone.

So they bicker and they have drunken philosophical debates and they make up and do little dances all while not really talking about the big differences in how they see the world. And then when the pressure is on they have horrible miscommunication blowouts where they end up talking past each other and hurting each other deeply because they don’t even realize they’re not on the same page.

Upon rewatch I think this is part of why Crowley seems so unhappy in the early episodes. I think he did hope that once they weren’t working for Heaven and Hell, things would go in a more explicitly romantic direction. (But of course he won’t just come out and say that, until the absolute last ditch moment.) From his POV, he’s made his desires perfectly clear (he hasn’t) and I think he thought that working for Heaven was the last thing holding Aziraphale back. And then they cleared that hurdle and nothing changed. Or not enough. Because the problem goes deeper than that.

And bless(/damn) them, they’re still trying. The confession was clearly so hard for Crowley, and would have been even without the first half of the scene, because he’s working against his deepest insecurities. He can’t even finish his sentences, and yet he’s still trying. And I do think that Aziraphale was working up to his own version of it (he’s so openly physically affectionate with Crowley this season, much more than in the past) but he’s always moved a bit slower with these things, and then it was too late. (It’s always too late.)

But even if they’d both been able to openly say their I love yous, they still have this thing sitting between them, which is that Aziraphale doesn’t understand why Crowley would never go back to Heaven, and Crowley doesn’t understand why Aziraphale would want to. And having that conversation goes right to the heart of how they’ve both been damaged by the system of Heaven and Hell, which is why I suspect they’ve both instinctively avoided it before now. And at some point in s3, they are going to have to talk about that.

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens s2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #there’s a whole boatload of metaphors in ‘can’t talk to each other because we’ve always had to talk in the subtext’#that i suspect i will be digging into more

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7ndipity · 10 months

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You flinch during a fight

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would react to you flinching during a fight/argument.

Warnings: angst obviously, slight implications of past trauma, not proofread

A/N:(damn, y'all really like angst, huh? Lol) Thanks to the lovely anon who sent this request, I hope you like them!

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Seokjin: Jin forgets just how big he is sometimes and how intimidating that can be. Which is why, when he swung around suddenly to say something and saw you take a small step back, he was confused for a moment before it hit him, and he froze. The room had fallen silent, both of you unsure of what to do or how to proceed. "I didn't mean to-" "I know." You stopped him before he could finish. "Cause you know I would never-" "I know, baby, it was just a reflex." You told him, knowing he would beat himself up over this if you didn't stop him. "Can we just say you won the fight and move on? He asked, making you grin as you wrapped your arms around his middle. "Sure."

Yoongi: It was a tiny movement, so small it would've easily been missed, had he not been looking at you when he slammed his hand down on the table in frustration, causing you to wince. Instantly, he felt every ounce of anger drain away, replaced with hollow shame. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly after a long pause, not meeting your eye. You nodded. "You just startled me." He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his own nerves. "Can we not do this? I don't wanna fight, not like this." "Me neither." You agreed. You settled on just spending the evening together quietly, eventually talking through the original issue much more calmly.

Hobi: As loud as Hobi might be, he almost never raises his voice with you, which why it caught you so off guard and made you flinch. It was a purely instinctual response, but for Hobi, it made his heart absolutely shatter, eyes immediately glazing over with tears. He was supposed to be you safe place, your protector, how could he make you feel unsafe? As if you could read his mind, you were quick to try and reassure him. "Hobi, it's okay." "No, It's not, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm so sorry." You end up sitting together, comforting each other for a while.

Namjoon: He didn't even realize just how tightly wound you had both become during the argument until he slammed a cabinet door, making you jump. Glancing up to see you, clearly startled, his stubborn pride evaporated. "Lets not talk it about it anymore right now, we're not gonna solve anything while we're upset, okay?" He asked, keeping his tone soft in an attempt to soothe you. "Okay." You nodded. "Can I hug you?" He asked. Again, you nodded, letting him carefully tuck you into his chest. "I'm so sorry."

Jimin: He knows he can be intimidating when he's angry, but he never thought you would view him like that, until he saw you flinch back into the sofa cushions. His eyes got so big, before sinking down next to you on the couch. "Did... did I scare you?" He asked, barely able to speak above a whisper. "I don't know." You said, which he knew was your go-to response when you wanted to avoid the truth. Biting back a wave of emotion, he spoke, trying to keep his voice calm. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper." "It's okay." You said. It wasn't, not to him, but he didn't want to push you further right now. Right now, he just wanted to make you feel better.

Taehyung: When he whipped around to face you, only to see you instinctively shrink back, he froze, hands falling ground his sides. "Babe." He said, voice small, wobbly. "I wouldn't... you know I wouldn't, right?" "I know, it was just a reflex." You said even more quietly, fiddling with your fingers which he knew was a sign of how stressed you actually were. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled you into a tight hug. "Please know that you're always safe with me."

Jungkook: He knew you hated loud noises, but in the heat of the moment, he couldn't help the the raise in his voice. As soon as he saw the tears in your eyes though, he panicked. "I'm sorry!" He apologized profusely, rushing over to hold you, maybe a little faster than he should've, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't stand the thought that he'd made you so upset. "Please don't yell." You sniffled. "I won't, I swear, I won't. I'm so sorry baby." Clings to you for the rest of the evening.

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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fem!reader // age gap; bakugou is in his early 30s, reader is in her 20s.

bakugou gives me “get off my lawn!” vibes.

i imagine him gardening in front of his new home in a quiet little neighbourhood that he’s moved into after a particular scandal — the idea recommended as a solution to easing his temper in one of his anger management classes that his friends had somehow managed to convince him to go to — when his wrath comes face to face with you for the very first time.

he’s kneeling in front of the little garden that’s situated underneath his living room window as he digs his hands into the soil, no gloves, and with dirt pushing underneath his fingernails so deep that he’ll only be able to scrub it out when he finally heads inside to take a shower later.

so, he’s tending to the small patch of soil. with his brow furrowed and his teeth repeatedly sinking into the inside of his cheek, the temporarily-retired pro hero is visibly trying so hard to not crumple the flowers that he’s spent ages fighting to keep alive in their little pots ever since the day his stupid therapist had instructed him to buy the seeds, put them on the windowsill, take care of them, and watch them grow just like the calmness and the ‘zen’ in him is supposed to, or whatever the fuck.

and sure enough, the little fuckers actually grew. they grew so big actually, that he now has to complete yet another pesky task, consisting of finding them a new spot where they can fully flourish before they can get the chance to overtake his entire window, bed, room, even him, perhaps.

grumbling under his breath, the raging blond feels somewhat proud as he stares at his little creations. i mean, who knew he had it in him? a proper green thumb; attached to the explosive, otherwise oftentimes murderous palm of katsuki fucking bakugou!

and speaking of murderous: the look on katsuki’s face is a near perfect example of the word as he goes to place the first plant into the little hole that he’s just finished digging up. with his crimson eyes dangerously narrowed, he watches intently how the petals bend, as well as the leaves, whilst he picks up the poor flower and starts transfering it from pot to soil.

luckily, neither break or tear under his thick fingers. he’s being gentle and delicate for a change — adjectives people would never describe him with at first glance, nor after getting to know him a little bit better. no, he’s a grump through and through, and the focus in his head is so high now, in fact, that it even causes a wrinkle to etch itself deep into the middle of his forehead, accentuating the previous statement even further.

but that grump in him really manages to shine through the moment a football suddenly appears out of nowhere and knocks over one of the pots he’s brought outside only minutes prior.

tink! — a thin little crack appears on one side of the pot, now. bakugou, holding his breath without even realizing it, watches as it spreads through the glazed ceramic. the flower lays limply on the concrete step beside the garden that it’s just been knocked into. it had been his favourite one of the plants, the petals were so pretty and in a gorgeous shade of orange, but he can’t dwell on it; not when the crack is still spreading.

it’s spreading, spreading, spreading. just like the anger that bubbles within him.

tink, tink, crack! — the pot is chipped. a little piece of it crumbles off and falls onto the step.

oh, no. it’s ruined. it’s all ruined and the perfectionist in him is screaming.

and fuck, red fury swoops upon bakugou’s mind like a hawk at that. it’s such a small thing, a mere accident, but he just can’t help it; life’s been hard as of late. with his jaw clenched and all anger management lessons forgotten, he grabs the football and tightens his hold around it with both hands until he can feel the sparks dancing on his palms. until he can feel the warmth start to radiate from them.

the heat makes the synthetic leather hiss. it tingles, from his hands, all over his body. he hasn’t indulged in his quirk in such a long time. it feels good, even if the emotions that now plague and storm his outraged mind are awfully bitter.

and as for rage…

“are you fucking kidding me?!” his voice booms through the air as he pushes up to his full height in one swift, scary movement. “you stupid, brainless brats; how many fuckin’ times have i told you not to play he—”

it’s not often that katsuki stops in his tracks mid-sentence — especially in the midst of such a venomous one, at that — but the moment he whirls around and lays his eyes on you, deadly silence falls.

i mean, how can he not turn quiet? jesus on a cross, there’s a girl standing in front of him now, instead of a kid or an old lady. an actual girl, and she’s fucking gorgeous.

dressed in comfortable shorts, a cute crop top that shows just a sliver of your stomach, and colourful, almost childish flip-flops, your skin looks like it’d be warm to the touch if he were to stroke it. the sunshine that blazes above you on this hot summer’s day, causes sweat to glimmer in a layer so thin on your forehead. it makes the little hairs that frame your pretty face curl because of the way they’re turning damp with salt. makes the side of your neck have a certain sheen to it as well.

bakugou’s head cocks to the side as he assesses you further. sure, it’s hot out, however the heat doesn’t seem to be the main reason as to why you look so appealingly disheveled. after all, you’re inhaling and exhaling fast, and your shoulders are rising and falling even quicker as you seem to be trying to catch your breath.

did you run all the way over here?

“sorry… hi! lemme just… ah… catch my breath for a quick second… gosh.” he blinks at the sound of your voice as you raise your hand in apology before resting both of them onto your knees and bending over at the middle. your demeanor almost seems sheepish when you look up at him from underneath your lashes, still trying to ease your breathing. “i’m so, so, so sorry for your flowers, mister dynamight, sir…! my little brother kicked the football way too hard as we were playing a game he made up, so i just… i, uh, i ran over here to apologize on his behalf, and to… get the ball back.”

katsuki quirks a brow as he lets his gaze fall to the football he still holds in his hands, and for which you’re so clearly asking to get back, now. he knows the kid who you’re referring to as your brother — an especially irritating little menace that’s been sucking his blood through a goddamn straw, with all the pranks he and the group of brats he calls his friends have been initiating on his property as of late.

and sure enough, when he looks over your shoulder, the little shit is nowhere to be found.

the thought of the kid continuously stepping on his nerves for the last few weeks angers him in a flash, making his grip on the football tighten and start to smoulder; it makes smoke spiral in thin lines underneath his fingertips. though, when he lifts his gaze and lets his eyes land on you again — on that stupidly pretty, sweaty face of yours — bakugou surprisingly feels that white-hot rage somewhat disippating bit by bit.

hand to heart, he’s intrigued by you. you don’t seem to mind being in his presence, despite the fact that you seem to know fully well who exactly he is. and if you know that, then you’re surely familiar with the rumours and gossip that never cease to follow a big name like his. as well as the public announcement, talking about his — forced — temporary retirement from the hero business, because of the consistently violent outbursts he had failed to tame over the years.

for fuck’s sake, the dynamight is your neighbour, and you seem to be outright unbothered by it. it’s peculiar as fuck.

and it’s also the reason why the only thing he grunts out now, is, “you’re new.”

“i’m sorry?” that surprises you. your brief confusion is evident in the way you straighten, as well as how your own head lightly tilts so that you can look at him properly for the first time ever since you’ve stepped foot on the patch of land he should be calling home.

“you’re new,” he repeats simply, jerking his chin towards your direction and pointing the football at you. “i haven’t seen ya ‘round here before.”

“oh—ohh…” there it is; a wonderful smile appears on your otherwise pouty lips as you smack your forehead in realization. “yeah; that totally makes sense! i came back home just a couple of days ago to spend summer break with my family, so that’s probably why you haven’t seen me around yet.”

summer break. so you must be still in college? it’s not odd that you’re still a student, with a tight body like that, clothes so revealing and scarce, and a face that just screams youth, youth, youth. adding it all together, bakugou catches himself feeling not all that thrown off by the fact that you’re in school, pursuing a degree.

at least you have a goal in life. unlike him, and his stupid gardening.

nevertheless, he gives you a curt nod and tries to tame the flutter of a muscle in his cheek as he hands you back the ball he’d considered melting with his quirk just moments before. he’s still so angry because of the pot.

it held his favourite flower, goddammit.

“you’re new here, too,” you chime as you take the ball from his hands. “i know you weren’t here the last time i came to visit… i’d remember a man like you if he were living across the street from me.”

he isn’t entirely sure if you actually don’t see it, or you simply turn a blind eye towards the dirt and the branding that he’s now burned into the ball with his fingers, but both choices seem just dandy to bakugou as he watches you grin up at him, now. so cutesy.

“moved in a couple of months ago,” he explains briefly, clearing his throat and wiping his hands against his black gym shorts. he has to wash them later anyway; what’s a little bit of sweat and dirt? “been sort of… startin’ over, hah.”

you could call it that, all right.

you give him a knowing look, but don’t say anything about the article that had covered the first page of nearly every newsletter in the country not a while back.

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no, instead you say, “well, that’s nice. i certainly hope that you’ve adjusted and that our little neighbourhood has been treating you well, mister dynamight, sir.”

that last word… did you say it like that; so softly, almost purring, the first time, too?

“i suppose i did,” he answers, feeling a heat that he can’t blame on the late afternoon sun start to crawl up his neck. it’s not intense enough to make him blush, per se, but it is enough to tint the tips of his ears a light pink. damn, it sure has been a while if a mere tone has got him acting like this.

your smile grows bigger as you notice the faint change of shade. it makes your face beam. “i know it’s quaint compared to the city, but i’m sure you’ll learn to like it.”

he watches you turn so that you can head back to your house, inside of which your menace of a little brother is surely hiding, and he can’t help but eye you up from head to toe again, well, heel. the back of you is just as stunning as your front is, he’s dragging his eyes all over; that is until you whip your head to the side so that you can look at him over your shoulder.

“oh, and mister dynamight?”

“what?” he calls out. you’ve already reached the sidewalk.

“i really am sorry about your flower pot. i’ll buy you a new one, if you’ll let me,” you say, waving. “just don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

katsuki doesn’t answer. he wants to say a million things all at once, to agree, to deny, whatever. to tell you to call him katsuki, or at least bakugou; that he hasn’t been called dynamight in a while and hasn’t felt like him either for a long while, too. to ask you what your name is, because he’s just realized he’s never got it. to try shooting his shot, or just talk, talk, talk because he’s lonely, he’s been feeling oh, so very lonely ever since moving here.

but all he does instead, is raise his hand and wave.

#i might write more about this bkg and reader #i think they’re both so sweet!!#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bakugo x reader #biscuit drabbles

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Royal Hot Potato

Summary:

The Justice League tries to summon the Ruler of the Infinite Realms to help them with a ghost problem. They expected Pariah Dark and were ready to do whatever they could to get him to agree to their terms. What they didn’t expect were two teenagers who juggled the title of Ruler of the Infinite Realms like a hot potato while snarking all the while.

Maybe Pariah dark would have been the better alternative.

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The Justice League was going to fight fire with fire.

Their own efforts in stopping the enormous ghost masquerading as a storm hadn’t been very successful and after countless failed attempts at fighting it they had arrived at the conclusion that they needed to bring in an expert. Someone with a similar skill set. Someone who could at least touch the enemy that had arrived out of nowhere and were currently wrecking city after city and leaving devastation in its wake.

Or, more accurately; John and Zatanna had finally managed to get through to them that this wasn’t a problem they could simply punch their way through, like they usually did. He wasn’t bitter about it. Of course not.

Sadly the Justice League didn’t know of any ghost that was both powerful enough to stop the one currently going berserk on Earth and friendly. And even if he hated to admit it, neither did John. So they went with the next best thing; a ghost that they knew was powerful enough and that they could hope to manipulate. At least somewhat.

They were desperate, okay? And if it was one thing that John was sure of it was that Pariah Dark was very proud and didn't back down from a fight.

A fact they were banking on.

Hopefully they would be able to get their message across and convince him before he killed them all. Which was, admittedly, very unlikely.

John had finished drawing up the summoning circle on the floor in one of the meeting rooms of the Watchtower, the chalk and symbols looking ridiculously out of place in the very modern and otherwise clean room.

He sent the other two people in the room a quick look. Red Robin was studying the circle as if he was trying to memorize it—for all that John knew, he might actually be able to do it, the bats were all horribly smart like that—and Batman himself who was busying himself with the room’s only computer.

The grouch was no doubt keeping tabs on the ongoing fight slash evacuation going on down on earth and if Zatanna’s attempt to distract the ghost with her own weather-magic was still working. Considering the lack of demands to immediately go back down to Earth, John guessed that it was.

Which was good. John really didn’t want to have to do this by himself.

Still, it was only a matter of time before the ghost got tired of the distraction and went back to destroying, so this crazy idea better work.

After another beat of silence John shrugged and decided that there was no reason to delay their very probable, very imminent, death any further. So he crouched by the circle, put his hands on it, and said, “Let’s get this party started, then.”

It didn’t take long for Constantine to realize that something was wrong.

The summoning circle was struggling like a bucking horse under his hands and John almost bit through his cigarette as he redoubled his efforts. Either he had gotten something very wrong with the circle—unlikely—or something was very wrong on the other end of the summoning—not impossible—or, Pariah Dark must be even stronger than they had thought. Which would be bad. Very bad.

But John didn’t have time to warn the others before a pool of poisonous green spread across the floor, swallowing up the circle and lapping at John’s shoes before he took a couple of stumbling steps backwards.

From the depths of the eerie liquid rose a tangle of flailing limbs and twisting flesh. Of white hair and black cloth and pale skin and piercing green.

Then came the sound; warbled voices screaming and hissing and shouting and growling. The pitch rising and falling and setting his teeth on edge as the unholy sound took root in his sternum. Reverberated in his bones. Pulsed behind his eyes.

…Was this the Ruler of the Infinite Realms? This twisted mess of limbs and sounds? No wonder the summoning came with so many warnings. John had never before been scared of a ghost, but this, this was truly a horrifying—

Maybe this had been a terrible mistake. They already had one overwhelmingly strong ghost to deal with, why had they thought they needed another?

“John Constantine,” the being said with overlapping voices drenched in static and John took another shaky step back as he felt himself pale. “I've come for your soul.”

This was bad. Real bad. He was also fairly certain that he had no memories of selling his soul to whatever this thing was. And whatever it was, it wasn’t Pariah Dark, which meant that their plan would fail.

Then the thing on the ground broke into sudden, pealing, laughter and when it spoke again it was with a much more human, albeit still echoing, voice, “I’ve always wanted to say that!”

…What?

Red Robin turned his pale face towards John and hesitantly asked, “A buddy of yours?”

“Fuck no.” At least he didn’t think so. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of all the different ways some of the creatures he knew could manifest.

John turned back to the ungodly abomination still on the floor of the meeting room. “Who are you? What are you? Why do you know my name?”

Another laugh. “You’re famous!”

Then a distinctly separate voice from the first groaned and said, “And have generated a ridiculous amount of paperwork. Thanks for that.”

This was followed by the pile of twisting limbs separating, splitting in the middle and ending with two… Two kids.

That was when the pile of twisting limbs separated into two separate beings. Two kids. Both of them dressed similarly in black and white cloth, both of them with stark white hair and glowing green eyes. Both of them very much ghosts. The only real difference was that one looked to be a boy and one looked to be a girl.

The boy of the pair sprang to his feet and looked from Red Robin to Batman with sparkling eyes as he gushed, “Oooh! You guys are the bats!”

“And neither of you are Pariah Dark,” John deadpanned.

The girl didn’t so much jump to her feet as she levitated into something resembling a standing position as she wrinkled her nose. “No. That old man sucked. Don’t compare us to that maniac, thank you. He’s not in the picture anymore. I’m Dani!” She smiled and gestured to the boy, “And that’s Danny with a Y!”

John blinked. There was only one way that ghost titles changed hands, only one way that succession worked. “Not in the—Did you defeat him?”

That was… unthinkable. Terrifying. Pariah Dark was next to invincible, one of the strongest beings in existence. After all, that was why they had turned to him in the first place. The thought that he had been bested in any way was…

The boy—Danny apparently—shrugged. “Well, kinda? It was a group effort.”

“... Fuck me,” John breathed out as the dots connected, “You're the new Ruler.”

Danny looked uncomfortable. “No. Or, yes. It's complicated.”

John turned his gaze to Dani. “So then you’re the ruler?”

One of them had to be. The summoning had been very specific on that detail, even if he would have to study it later to see how it had managed to summon two beings instead of one.

She looked taken aback but before she could respond, Danny suddenly punched her in the arm. Instead of looking angry at the seemingly unprovoked attack, she grinned. “No, I’m not.”

John frowned. Maybe he had been wrong in his assumptions, but then why would the summoning circle have brought these two here? “So none of you are the king?”

Dani smiled, and it was too broad. Too teasing. “No, one of us is.”

John turned back to Danny again with narrowed eyes. “So then you are the king?”

“Yes,” he agreed with a nod, but the glint in the boy’s eyes made John suspicious.

Enough so that he turned back to Dani and asked, “Alright. Then you're not.”

She leaned over and smacked Danny over the head and smiled as the boy cursed before innocently looking at John and saying, “No, I am.”

John threw his hands in the air. “Whatever, I give up.”

They both nodded in eerie synchronization. “That's probably for the best.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Red Robin asked in clear confusion, “You’re not gonna kill us?”

“Why would we want that?” Dani asked.

Danny snorted and waved him off as he added, “Yeah, we have enough idiots to look after as it is.”

Red Robin blinked. “Thanks?”

Batman, who had somehow made his way over from the computer without making a sound, cut in with a gruff, “We don’t have time for this. We need your help to fight a world-ending threat and—”

Danny cut him off with a groan as he looked to the ceiling. “Seriously?? This again?”

Dani crossed her arms with an equally exasperated expression on her face. “Didn't we get a case like this just last week?? We should make sure we get paid overtime! This is getting ridiculous.”

“Yeah!” Danny agreed, both of them completely unaware of the tightening of Batman’s jaw at getting interrupted. John and red Robin both took a small step away from their seething colleague as Danny obliviously continued, “You would think that people would learn, but noooo, let's mess with the highly dangerous—”

John cleared his throat, hoping he wasn’t making a big mistake in chastising the unknown—possibly royal—beings in front of him. But no one had ever accused him of being too respectful and they were in a hurry. “For fucks sake, back to topic!”

Dani turned to Constantine with an accusing, “I thought you would be more fun, man! The reports made it sound like you were a disaster.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint?” Even if he really was a disaster, these two didn’t need to know that.

He received a deep sigh. “It’s fine.”

Thankfully, Batman stepped in at this point, saving John from having to come up with something to say to that. “So, can either of you help?”

The two ghosts shared a silent look before Danny suddenly screamed, “Not it!” at the same time as Dani exclaimed, “Dibs, not it!”

Danny laughed. “I said it first!”

“Did not!”

“You mean you won?” Danny asked as he raised a challenging eyebrow.

“That’s unfair!” Dani complained.

What the fuck were they talking about now??

Red Robin turned to Constantine. “Is this really our best shot? This feels like a mistake.”

Danny snickered. “A grave mistake?”

“That was a good pun,” Dani nodded seriously before a mischievous grin spread across her face. “You win.”

“Fuck!”

John had to agree. This had been a mistake. This was so much worse than anything Pariah Dark could have done.

Batman seemed to be nearing the end of his rope as he growled out, “We don’t have time for this.”

“Right. Sorry,” Danny said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “The ghost you’re having trouble with is Vortex, right? It feels like Vortex.” He smacked his lips. “You know, like licking the back of a vacuum cleaner?”

Dani nodded her agreement to that insane statement.

Batman frowned as he asked, “Vortex?” John had to commend him for his ability to stay on topic.

“Big cyclone stormy guy?” Danny said. “Looks like the result if the Hulk fucked a tornado?”

Red Robin nodded as if that made sense. “That’s him, alright.”

Dani punched a fist in her palm as a predatory smile crept over her face. “It’s been a while since I went a round with old Vorty.”

“Don’t call him that,” Danny complained with a grimace.

“Whatever. I think it’s my turn in the washing machine. Besides, I promised to kick his ass next time we met.”

Danny crossed his arms and tilted his head back in an exaggerated show of arrogance. “Well, last I recall I was the ruler of the Infinite Realms, peasant. Grovel before me!”

“My liege,” Dani said as she bent in half in an exaggerated bow and then promptly punched Danny in the arm before giving a cackling laugh. “Unlimited power! Aaah, I love the taste of revolution in the morning!”

Danny immediately bent in his own bow. “My liege.” Then promptly punched her in the stomach.

Dani bowed, “My liege.” Then punched him.

“My liege.” Bow then punch.

Red Robin watched the whole thing as if it was a tennis match and Batman looked more murderous by the second. John just groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “Please stop.”

They both broke down laughing, leaning on each other for support.

Red Robin crossed his arms with an incredulous look on his face. “Are you seriously playing hot potato with the throne?”

Dani shrugged as she straightened back up, wiping the corner of her eye. “Take it up with the Ruler if you don't like it.”

Red Robin exasperatedly said, “You are the-“

“Not anymore, sucker!” She interrupted him with another laugh.

John was decidedly not drunk enough for this, so he put on his most serious expression and said, “It can’t possibly be that easy to take the throne of the whole Infinite Realms.”

It just couldn't. That would be… Worrying, to say the least. But these two had somehow managed to topple Pariah Dark so really, maybe it wasn’t that easy after all.

Danny gave a barking laugh. “You would think that, wouldn't you? We used to think the same thing! You are more than welcome to join us in our protest to the Observants.”

John flinched. He didn't want anything to do with them and he felt a grudging inkling of respect for the two tykes in front of him; anyone who stood up against the insufferable eyeballs were good in his books.

Dani snorted and cut in, “Yeah, and as if you don't shirk your duties every chance you get. We’ve heard the stories and seen the reports. And complaints. Ancients, the complaints…" she trailed off with a haunted look in her eyes.

John took it all back. They didn’t deserve any respect. “At least I don't put a whole realm in danger by doing so.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “You interested in taking over?”

“Fuck no.”

Batman stepped in with a no-nonsense, “So you're both the ruler?”

They exchanged a quick glance, grinned, and spoke in tandem while nodding, “Both. Both. Both is good.”

Red Robin burst into laughter before asking, “Like a shared custody situation?” He seemed to be much more at easy now that the three of them hadn’t been horribly murdered.

Danny finger gunned him. “Exactly.”

No wonder the summoning circle had had a hard time with bringing the Ruler here if they essentially shared the title. John guessed that the mess of tangled limbs that had first arrived in the Watchtower was the circle essentially giving up and just spitting out both of them. He guessed that also explained the cursing and screams in the beginning. Luckily for all of them, ghosts were very malleable.

Dani tapped her chin in thought. “I think it’s more like a disease. Or!” she raised a finger as if she’d just had an epiphany, “Like a live bomb. I don’t wanna hold it when it inevitably blows up, you know?”

“Hey! So you give it to me?!” Danny asked with outrage in his voice that didn’t even manage to convince John, much less Dani who simply stuck her tongue out at him.

“Alright, sure. Whatever,” John waved them off. God, he hated teenagers. They were worse than all the demons of hell combined. “Then you can both take care of this bullshit. You can each defeat half of him if that makes you feel better.”

Dani pretended to swoon. “Oh nooo, you've defeated us with your logic! Here take the—”

“Don't. Even. Think about it,” John bit out.

Danny snickered as Dani pouted. “You’re no fun.”

“Please, let’s get back on topic,” Batman said, and John didn’t think he imagined the exasperation in his voice, “Can you— both of you—defeat this… Vortex?”

“Hmmm,” Danny hummed before turning to Dani with a smile. “Tag team?”

“Sure! I’ve been wanting to show you my new sonic attack.”

Danny looked delighted. “Oh! When did you learn that?” he asked as he started flying towards one of the walls with Dani following behind.

“Just last week. I went to this supercool concert and when I tried to join in the whole arena—”

Red Robin called after them, “Do you know where he is? I could point it out on a map?”

Dani turned in the air to give him a deadpan look. “He’s a giant storm.”

“That’s fair.”

“Anyway, as I was saying. You wouldn’t believe the noise those big speakers can make if—”

And that was when they flew right through the wall leading out from the Watchtower and into space, towards Earth, leaving the three of them in sudden silence.

Until Red Robin broke it with an incredulous, “This was so not what I was expecting when you said we were summoning the Ruler of the Dead.”

John couldn't help but agree. He hadn't expected this either.

Batman gruffly asked, “Are we sure about this?”

John fished out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a practiced flick of his lighter. “Honestly? I wouldn't worry about Vortex. I don't think he’s going to be a problem anymore. You might want to prepare yourself for what comes after, though. I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of them.”

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of-many-aus · 1 year

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Rainy Baseball Days

Summary: you and jake watch some baseball together

Warnings: none

A/N: idea given by @clancycucumber230- thank you so much!!

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“You’re home early.” You didn’t even try to hide the surprise in your tone as you froze in the doorway of the kitchen.

Jake shrugged, glancing over his shoulder from where he sat on the couch, “Practice got rained out.”

You glanced down at the mug in your hand before turning on your heel and entering the kitchen area once more.

When you emerged a few moments later, you now had a mug in each hand.

“Here,” You murmured, gingerly sinking down onto the cushion beside him and offering one of the steaming cups.

His green eyes flickered down, widening the slightest bit at your outstretched arm, “Thanks,” He breathed out, gently taking the bright purple pottery piece that you made years ago with Nat, out of your hand.

You hummed, settling back into the couch and allowing your gaze to travel to the television, pleasantly surprised to see that the Red Sox vs Yankees game was already on.

“Oh, sorry,” Jake fumbled around to find the remote, “What do you want to watch-“

“This.” You interrupted him, eyes still glued to the screen, “I was actually on my way out to turn it on.”

The blond’s eyes lit up at your words, letting them linger on you for a moment as you stared intently at the screen, soaking up the game and completely oblivious to his stare. He bit back a smile as he too turned his attention back to the closeup of the Yankees batter winding up for the pitch.

“Come on,” You muttered, leaning forward in your seat, “Strike him out, let’s go.”

“You’re rooting for the Red Sox, Angel?” Jake's head whipped over to you in mock alarm.

A scoff left your lips. The man braced himself to be snapped at for using that ridiculous- your words, not his- nickname again.

“They’re not my main team, but they’re sure as hell better than the Yankees.”

He blinked once at you, watching as you stared intently at him, completely serious, before a grin grew on his face.

“That is definitely not true,” He argued playfully, “Yankees could beat that team any day.”

Despite yourself, the corner of your lips quirked up the slightest bit, “Like they are right now?” You motioned to the 3-1 score.

His face now held a dazzling grin, as if he was no longer able to hold it back, “It’s only the second inning, Angel, we’ve still got a ways to go.” He tried to hide his obvious delight- whether it was from being able to discuss baseball, or finally being able to talk to you, neither of you seemed to know- by raising the mug to his lips and taking a long sip, only to quickly pull it away with raised eyebrows, “Hot chocolate?” He asked.

You nodded in all seriousness, “It’s my favorite drink, and it’s cold and rainy out, so it’s perfect. Not to mention that it’s too late in the day to have coffee. You’ll never sleep.”

He hummed, taking a long sip of the chocolatey drink. Jake couldn’t even remember the last time he had this. Perhaps it was back when he was a kid and his mother would make it for him and his sisters on a cold winter night.

And then it began. The back and forth bickering that had no real venom behind it, long debates about all the different MLB teams and which one was really the best based on players and past plays.

It was by far the longest you had ever talked to Jake, and surprisingly, you didn’t hate it. Nat had never shown any interest in baseball, except for when she dragged you to Jake's game a week ago, and none of your other friends knew the first thing about it and didn’t care enough to learn or actually sit through a game with you. Talking about it with him was actually refreshing.

It wasn’t until the seventh inning that things finally quieted down between you two, hot chocolate long since finished and each team in the league thoroughly discussed, when you felt your eyelids begin to droop.

You tried to fight it- you really did- but you had a long day with your classes, and your efforts to stay awake rendered useless when you curled up farther into the seat cushion and your tired state won over.

It only took Jake a total of three minutes to look back over at you, mouth open and ready to fire a question about the play that just took place, only for it to snap shut at the sight of your relaxed- and very much asleep- form.

Your breathing had evened out and your head was lulled slightly to the side.

His smile softened as he looked at you and he moved to stand up, but you shifted in your sleep, rolling so that your face was pressed directly on his bicep.

Jake froze, breath hitching in his throat when you showed no sign of stirring from your slumber, and he allowed himself to relax.

He reached over and gently lay a throw blanket from nearby on top of you and turned his attention back to the game.

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ravencincaide · 8 months

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A little leather goes a long way

Summary: No one ever plans to get injured on the job, especially such a stupid injury like the one you acquired. Still you needed to hide it and Chuuya’s choker seemed like the only doable option.

Pairing: Chuuya x fem! reader

Inspired by Kinktober prompt 1: Latex and leather

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Mention of blood and injury, unprotected sex, a bit of worship cursing

Enjoy

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People did stupid things in panic. You were so used to seeing it in your field of work that you sometimes forgot that: one) these were seasoned Mafia members, most of whom spend their days getting high and killing people, and two) sometimes the best ideas were born during panic and stress. Still it was rare for someone to fight back against you- and even rarer for them to manage to formulate a plan on the fly that would actually put you in danger. It still baffled you how much damage a fishing line and the element of surprise could do.

You sighed for what felt like the tenths time as you stared at the injury in the bathroom mirror of your hotel room. The thin yet deep red line stood out against your milky skin giving you an eerie almost beheaded look. The wound was throbbing in pain, irritated, red and ugly. When you moved your head up you could see the wetness of the flesh underneath. It was deep enough that you could practically peel the top layer of skin like an orange peel. If you were planning to attend the party as partially beheaded you were certain you’d win first prize for scariest costume in sight. Unfortunately for you, Halloween was still weeks off and mafia members rarely viewed foolish easily-preventable wounds as a sign of victory.

Reaching your hand out you gently touched the wounded flesh, wondering if you’d be able to cover it with make up or if it would only make it look worse. You were in no way a makeup guru but you did manage to hide Chuuya-made hickeys all over your neck, face and shoulders for over two years before you let your relationship be known. How much harder could this be?

“ Stop picking at it. Or you’ll make it bleed again” Chuuya stated, a hint of annoyance and frustration in his voice as he poured his attention into the pile of paperwork. Cursing reports and incompetence of his subordinates, instead of dealing with the actual issue at hand. Neither of you mentioned that this paperwork was stuff he was supposed to have finished before your mission even began but which got pushed up in favour of a rendezvous in bed. He promised to get it done while you were gathering the last of the intel for the job, double checking escape plans and building layouts.

That plan went straight out of the window when it turned out you had been fed fake information and led straight into a trap. You could have run away and jeopardized the entire assignment or stayed and handled a two-man’s job alone. Given many years in the field and an expertise of dealing with slimey dicks you thought you could handle it. You were handling it well until a slight misstep left you almost without a head. A lesson for the future to say the least. It was easy to say that between acting as emergency backup over the phone and hearing that you got injured, Chuuya’s paperwork was left discarded in your joint office. Furthermore what should have been a quick patch-up in the infirmary turned into a scene; a lecture accompanied with a full body scan and several hours of monitoring. Hence the presence of said paperwork in your hotel room on what was supposed to be partially a networking job during a high class underground event and partial couples weekend getaway.

“ What am I supposed to do? I can’t go around looking like this!” You stated as you threw your make up brush in the sink, having given up on your experiment of trying to cover a band-aid with make up- and make it look good. You re-adjusted the bath towel around yourself before going back out into the mainroom, where Chuuya was pouring over paperwork in pure stress.

“ Then don’t run off and do things on your own, damn it!” He snapped as he put his signature on the sheet of paper before placing it in the envelope together with a pre-printed note which read in less nice words for the person to do a better job next time.

You came over to him and took the envelope out of his hands, careful to remove the unkind note out of it before closing and placing it into the pile to be taken with you and posted on your way to the event. Just because you two were having a shit day did not mean you needed to take it out on someone who didn’t deserve it. You picked up another report from the desk, and began looking through the information, marking places you knew could be important for later. With it you placed a quick sketch of the team you wanted on the task of handling the mission before signing off on it. After years of working together you were a master at forging Chuuya’s signature. Much to your lover's relief, especially in situations like this.

You heard another row of curses from beside you, making your eyes flicker to your lover. Clearly whatever was written on that sheet of paper was sufficient to give him a headache- no doubt something important enough that either of you would have to handle it. You could practically feel your weekend getaway turning sour. At least you could, probably, enjoy a few hours together at the party before work caught up with you again.

“ Looks like there’s no other choice.” You concluded as you signed off on another minor report before placing it almost too slowly into the adequate folder “ I’ll be taking your choker for the night.”

The sound of flipping pages and scribbling stopped for a moment while Chuuya processed the information; “ Come again doll?”

“ Come on, fork it over” You held out your hand towards him clearly expecting him to take off his most prized accessory “ Unless you don’t want anymore help with your paperwork”

“ Doll as much as I love you wearing my stuff, this is not the kind of event you’d wanna turn up wearing anything remotely like my choker or any kind of collar. How about a scarf or a sweater?”

“ in this summer heat, are you insane?” You shook your head “ Darlin, I can style a choker but what I can’t style is a broken neck.”

“ You understand that this will be a stain on your reputation” the way he said it was slow and meticulously, not quite condescending as if you were a child, but still making it absolutely clear that this wasn’t one of your joking matters.

“ Chuuya my reputation is already fucked. Lets not pretend that hasn’t been the case since we started dating ” you slammed your hands onto the table making several papers scatter onto the floor. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment to steady yourself. When you spoke again yo sounded defeated. “ I’d rather take being called a sex-crazy kinky bed-warmer of an executive than be incompetent at my job.”

“ Babydoll, we both know that’s not the case. Do you really think higher ups don’t see the work you-”

“ Please, I knew dating you would be the death of my career. I’ve made peace with that long ago” That seemed to shut him up. Not wanting to see the pity on his face you moved to the opposite side of the table. Then you leaned down, picking up the scattered reports before sitting down on the edge of the table, staring down at them as if they were groundbreaking research.

You were trying not to make it too obvious that you were ashamed.

You hated to admit how bitter this situation still made you feel. How dependent you were on him “ I’m not an executive and I was barely anyone when we got together so it’s only natural that any achievements I make now are only a reflection of ‘warming your bed’ . The best I can do for myself is work in your shadow, taking missions and signing paperwork. I don’t regret us but I’m not in denial about my situation either.”

You wished life was easier, you wished you were more certain with what you wanted when you were younger. You wished so hard you were not a late bloomer when it came to power. You wished the mafia was more forgiving towards women. You wished you could just fuck anyone you wanted without it ruining your chances to climb higher and higher into the male dominated positions. You wished the threat of being transferred to recruitment, training or running a brothel did not loom over your head every time you made a mistake. You wished you were not afraid for your future if your relationship did not work out. But more importantly you wished you could stop being a noose around his neck, dragging him down with you.

You heard Chuuya get up and angrily rubbed at your eyes. Crying wouldn’t solve anything- continuing to grow stronger and succeed was the only way forward. Even if all your achievements and hard work would be a golden star on your partner's shoulders with you lucky to receive scraps of praise.

Coming up behind you, his hand brushed against your tense shoulders before moving towards your throat. “ Just as I thought you’re too damn stunning” he muttered, holding up the choker to your neck inches above the injured flesh. “ Delicious, if you wear this you’ll be too irresistible. Imagine a room full of mafia drooling in your presence- I’ll have quite some competition doll.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes at his words as you reached up and ran your fingers over the familiar leather. It was warm and soft to the touch, comforting “ It’s just a choker, Chuuya.”

Taking your actions as permission he brought the accessory closer, pressing it gently against the wound before clipping it into place. It was the perfect width to cover your injury as long as you did not go around twisting and turning your head like a yoyo. Seeing as just breathing reminded you of your injury you doubted you’d be careless with moving your head. Good, once you finished the reports in your hands you’d head over to the bedroom and start getting dressed.

“ You really should see yourself with someone else’s eyes, doll” Chuuya breathed, pressing butterfly kisses from the edge of the choker, to your shoulder and then down your arm. “ Some days you’re just way too hard on yourself.”

Chuuya kissed down to your wrist before he took your hand into his. He raised it up so it was between you before placing a deep kiss on each finger. Then he lowered your hand to your side before reaching for your second hand which held the reports. He took them, letting them flutter back down to the floor before pressing even more kisses on your skin, repeating the process on your other arm.

“ Too damn irresistible” he muttered against the skin, making you sigh heavily, eyes sliding shut, basking in the gentle attention. He was soon back at your neck, trailing kisses up towards your face. One of his hands had found your knee and was making patterns on the skin, inching towards your thigh. Feeling a tense muscle he fingers lingered, massaging the skin until your body relaxed under his touch. His other hand ghosted from your shoulder to your back, feeling the skin there. You arched your back, feeling your body respond to his touch.

“ Let me see more of you babydoll” he purred in your ear before going back to kissing different parts of your face.

Your lips pulled up into half a smirk, not missing the thinly veiled order. Still you reached out and undid the knot of your bath towel, letting it fall away, leaving you bare before him. Before he could touch you however you reached out and began fiddling with his pants. “ Off” you commanded, earning yourself a chuckle as his lips moved lower towards your breasts.’Lingering long enough to leave bright red marks in his wake.

“ Someone’s eager” He mused, continuing to kiss and touch each and every inch of your skin as if he hadn’t seen or tasted it a million times already. As if he wasn’t the one who’d leave bites and bruises whenever and whenever he wanted.

“ Don’t speak as if you’re any better.” You snapped back, tracing the bulge in his pants.

Finally getting his pants off him you jumped down from the table and kissed him deeply. Chuuya merely chuckled at you as he spun you around so he was the one with his back to the desk. It didn’t take long until he was the one sitting on the hard wood with you in his lap moving against him. His fingers between your legs fingering your hole, you moving with each thrust, while your hand rubbed his dick, feeling it grow harder and harder under your touch

“ ready, dollface?” Chuuya breathed against your lips.

When you nodded he pulled his fingers out of you and moved his hand to your waist, helping you adjust. By then you were already pushing his creaming cock closer, too eager and frustrated to wait any longer. You threw your head back, moaning loudly as you took him slowly, inch by inch. Salvaging the feeling of him stretching your insides, filling you up. Then you moved back pulling him out, only to push him back in a little faster with more force. God he felt just right inside you.

Just right.

“ Baby fuck” Chuuya cursed tightening his hold on your waist “ Don’t move dollface, please, fucking hell sweetheart I’m not gonna last” He warned as you ignored him moving him even faster inside you, earning you a loud moan.

You could almost feel how close he was, making you even wetter. You dug your nails into his shoulders as you shifted, hitting your favorite spot. “ God Chuu just like this, god I want you just like this.”

“ Sweetheart I’m serious, I’m getting so close.” He dropped his head on your shoulder, doing his best to hold out a little longer. You could hear his breathing, soft pants broken up with curses and apologies. “ I’m sorry sweetheart” he moaned as you slid down on him harder and faster, salvaging every second of it. With every thrust you could feel his cum leaking out of you. The sensation driving you mad, wanting more of him.

You salvaged a few more shallow thrusts feeling him quivering beneath you, before reluctantly moving off. You managed to pull him out and get one foot off the table when you were suddenly slammed into it, ass up in the air. Chuuya’s hand in your hair keeping you firmly bent over with your face in the paperwork. You let out a groan of pleasure, all your thoughts on the burning heat in your stomach just ready to burst.

“You didn’t think I’d actually stop before you’ve come, did you?” he breathed in your ear, his fingers reaching down and stroking your clit. You let out a loud cry, your body practically shaking beneath his touch. It didn’t take long for you to come, clawing at the desk. You felt his fingers leave your pussy and let out a whimper, spreading your legs wider. Chuuya chuckled, pressing a ghost of a kiss to your shoulder. “ Looks like my girl is not satisfied”

You shook your head, spreading your legs as wide as you could. Feeling the mixture of your releases slowly sliding down either side of your pussy. You licked your lips as you felt his fingers ghost over your entrance, dipping in before pulling them out again. Then he brought them to your lips. Parting your lips you took his fingers in, running your tongue slowly over them, tasting you both together before sucking on each digit, a dark blush on your face, a moan in your throat.

“ Fucking hell sweetheart” Chuuya breathed watching you lucking and sucking.

His hand gripping your hair let go and moved down to his hardening cock which he aligned with your pussy. He pushed just the head before pulling it out and then back in again, earning him a frustrated groan. He teased you only a few more times before pushing back in painfully slow. “You know sweetheart, you already hold a much better position than a mere ‘executive title’” he mused, pulling out an inch.

You let out a loud groan of frustration as he decided to talk about this now of all times, just when you were bent over the table, sucking his fingers clean and taking him in your pussy. Moving back slightly you felt his fingers leave your mouth with a quiet ‘pop’. “ I hold you” You moaned, pushing back against him. “And I wouldn’t trade us for any title in the world- Now for fuck’s sake Chuuya fuck me properly!”

Chuuya obliged, gripping your hips with his clean hand he fucked you hard against the desk. His other hand between your folds, flickering and playing with your clit just enough to keep you close to the edge. “ Oh god” You moaned arching your back, feeling yourself growing so close. “ Chuu please” you begged over and over again until he finally let you come hard with him inside him, back arched, mouth opened and stars dancing in your vision. He drew out two more from you before pulling out and finishing outside your pussy, coating your back and ass in his seed. When he collapsed on top of you, he was quick to press kisses on your sweaty skin.

“ Still needy doll?” Chuuya chuckled only for you to roll your eyes- all the movement you could manage at the moment.

“ I could ask you the same question” you mumbled, turning your head just in time to catch his lips in a gentle grateful kiss. You loved it when he worshiped your body, kissing and stroking every inch of your skin. But he was a fucking god when he finally dropped being perfect sweet partner and fucked you- brutal and raw. Just how you liked it.

You salvaged the moment for as long as you could until you couldn’t stand the hard desk and sharp paper edges anymore. Then you pushed your body gently against his. Instantly Chuuya moved back before helping you stand. After that he didn’t let go, rather his arms were circling your skin, outlining your breasts then moving to your back. You could feel your exhausted body shivering slightly, your mind slowly coming down from bliss and remembering why you were doing it on the table in the first place; work.

“ Let me go shower love” you mumbled, pressing a long, loving kiss against his lips. “ We need to focus on work if we still wanna catch our date night after. Wine and chocolate tasting, remember?”

You felt Chuuya smile against your lips, enjoying the sensation as much as you were. You pulled back a tiny bit, barely suppressing a giggle “ If we stay like this we’ll never finish networking, you really wanna skip on ‘us time’ before our next job?”

Chuuya sighed and pressed one last kiss to your lips before his hands left your waist. As you turned away from him, he gave your ass a playful slap. In response you danced away from his groping hands towards the safety of the bathroom “ Get that cleaned and dressed doll, I’ll finish up more paperwork. Oh and leave some hot water for me too”

“ Never” you called laughing as you turned on the water in the shower, waiting for it to get hot.

“ Doll, don't forget not to get the choker wet!” You heard him call through the closed bathroom door as you stared at yourself in the mirror, your fingers trailing the outline of the leather on your neck.

You didn’t bother to reply.

You knew you’d never be like Chuuya, you’d never make a name in the mafia or become an executive. You’d never be the person who could parade around dressed like a wet dream without consequence. In fact you didn’t know how long you’d be allowed to continue stepping on his toes, making decisions in his name left and right, but you intended to salvage this moment for as long as you could. For all you knew tonight may become your last night as field agent or even your last night as a member of Port Mafia.

Your only hope’s that when shit hits the fan that Chuuya will be spared.

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Uptade: For those who want more but from Chuuya's perspective there is the newly released -A difference in perspectives

#chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya smut #kinktober #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x reader

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obsessedwrhys · 5 days

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|| BRYON DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ just fluff, reader is gn!! (I've been meaning to do him lol)

Let's be honest, if you were to become his significant other, you would need an awfully lot of patience.

That's because he's not much of a social person, he knows who are his people and that's enough for him.

Personally, I think the only way you'd be friends with him is if you knew someone close to him. Maybe Lorsan or Lyca being the one who introduces him to you.

He doesn't like loud people. No hate. He just finds it stressful as it overwhelms his senses easily.

That's why it comes easily that he prefers someone's who's gentle and kind. Call it cliché but he appreciates beauty when he sees it.

Once your friendship starts to blossom, you'll start to notice the little things he does for you.

How he'd always be there for you if you needed some company, how he would provide you the book you had told him just the other day and how he would listen intently to your opinions even when he doesn't agree with them.

It all made you fall for him just that easy.

However, you didn't expect him to return those feelings because well, you just felt that he was way out of your league. He was too good to be true you know? So when he confessed it turned your world upside down.

Scenario ↴

You'd find yourself seated on a hill, enjoying the sunset with your eyes closed as the cold breeze blew on your face. It was nice to catch a break after finishing a handful of tasks. Suddenly you heard sounds of footsteps approaching from behind, you looked over your shoulder to see it was no other than Bryon.

"I hope I haven't disturbed you, would you mind if I share this view with you?" He'd ask politely.

"Not at all, go ahead" With your approval, he sat himself beside you. The absent of his falcon caught your attention.

"Where's Elona?"

"She's getting her rest. The battles these days have been draining" He said and you nodded to his words before turning to stare at the orange sky.

Neither of you said anything but you both found comfort in each other's presence. Due to his acute hearing, you had a feeling that he enjoyed this peaceful moment just as much as you was right now.

"May I say something?" He said which caught your interest.

"Of course, you don't need to ask" You said and it had him at ease a bit.

Though the way his jaw clenched as if he was debating on what to speak made you wonder if it was something serious.

"(Y/N), I'm afraid I have fallen for you..." He said. You had almost forgotten how to breath properly when you heard him.

"I don't know when it began... it seems like the feeling was always there. But I don't mind it. I choose not to fight these thoughts... because I love that I'm in love with you" He smiled softly at you, the blush on your face making you look ever more adorable to him.

"I wouldn't mind being yours as there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you...ah... my apologies, I'm getting ahead of myself... I didn't give you the time to speak" He said by the time he noticed that your lips were parted in shock. You quickly gained back your composure once the attention was on you.

"I uh... wow... okay..." You rubbed your arm awkwardly. Eventually you were able to think straight after calming yourself down.

"I actually feel the same way Byron... I just didn't think you'd think of me like that" You looked at him, your eyes sparkling with joy.

"Oh (Y/N)... you're all that I think about..."

When the relationship was settled, everyone congratulated you two. Especially Lorsan, he was quick to wish you both endless happiness. You had to admit, from the village's reaction, it almost felt like you two just got married.

His companion, Elona would definitely see you as her owner after a few weeks into the relationship. If he trusts you, she trusts you as well.

In the relationship, Bryon is very loving and observant. The reason why I say observant is because he'll always be fast to know what are your likes and dislikes.

Oh someone offered you a fruit you don't like? He'll simply just take it for you. There's a sale going on at the market and they have one of your favourite things on display? Watch him be the first to be in line to get it.

He also knows when you're lying about something. He hates it however when you lie about not being sick or not being cold because taking care of you is LITERALLY his job!! Besides he doesn't mind babying you, he adores you!

That's why I think his kisses are delicate and soft, most of times he'd hum when kissing but he does it unconsciously because he's completely lost in the moment, if you placed your hands on his chest, you could feel the vibrations from his voice. In a way it's like he's purring.

He loves it the most when you run your hands all over his chest when kissing. It makes him fall even harder than he already has.

If we're talking about PDA, I think he's not that against it but he's also not that crazy about it. He's willing to hold your hand, having hugs and kisses but if you initiate anything that's crossing the line or could make anyone uncomfortable then he'll simply give you a soft smile and shut your thoughts out with a simple forehead kiss.

He enjoys cuddling by the way. He enjoys it the most when you both are like covered in layers of blanket. You once teased him for it, calling it his bird nest which ended becoming an inside joke.

Like you'd be having a conversation with Lorsan and he's trying to be as patient as possible waiting for you to finish but knowing his friend, he's most likely never gonna stop talking so he'd politely invite himself into the conversation.

"Darling... can we go back to the birds nest?" He'd say, meaning he's in desperate need of cuddles. You would smile at his cute request and nod.

"BIRD'S NEST!? (Y/N), is he holding you captive???"

Expectedly, his pet names would be more of the lovey dovey stuff. He'd call you things like darling, sweetheart, baby, and even pumpkin. He enjoys your reaction each time cause you never know which one he'll use.

"You're adorable when you pout darling... oh alright, I'll buy you the candy you want. Only if you promise me a kiss after"

He's a romantic. There's no denying it. This man's love language is 100% act of service.

He's the type to light up dozens of candles at the entrance of the door so that the first thing you are greeted when coming home would be a fancy candlelit dinner prepared just for you.

He also happens to run the shower for you just as you're about to arrive home, he even places flower petals to add some scent to the mood. Anything to help you relax.

He's more of a giver than a receiver but if you ever showered him in love. He's positive that he'll faint. Even a simple "I love you" can cause him to smile all cheerfully.

You also happen to be one of the few people to see his eyes. Obviously he doesn't wear the blindfold to sleep so that's how you were able to get the chance to see him without it.

His eyes are beautiful. A perfect shade of light green and yellow, almost resembling eyes of a bird. They were pearls that entrapped you in a daze that you couldn't help but stare into them each time you cuddled with him.

He didn't mind but rather find it cute how you were in awe from his irises.

Another thing I want to point out is he enjoys holding hands with you, whatever it is, he just finds your hands fascinating.

You two could be cuddled in bed and he'd just have your hand placed on his, his fingers gently trailing against the skin of your palm.

"I love the way your hand fits in mine... it's almost like destiny..." He'd utter.

Since it's canon he has a soothing voice, you can expect him to sing you lullabies or just any song to help you go to sleep if you ever had trouble sleeping.

If you did have a nightmare, trust him to be there to hold you in his arms as he hums you a melody.

Honestly? He's just like Prince Charming but better.

#CA CAW CA CAW #INSTRUCTIONS UNCLEAR DONT LISTEN TO JOJI WHEN YOURE HIGH ON MEDS #IM SICK ASF HELP ME #I SEE HIM IN THE CORNER OF MY ROOM #afk journey #afk journey x reader #afk journey fluff #x reader #fluff #afk journey headcanons #afk journey bryon #bryon afk journey #bryon x reader #afk journey bryon x reader

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amber-sekio · 23 days

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One-shot Prompt

Title: And if you can forgive, love will truly live

Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

Ship: Dazai x Reader

Prompt: “'Sorry for showing up like this.’ You sighed, your shoulders relaxing in silent defeat. ‘Come in.’”

TW: mentions of death (Oda), mentioned bad home life though not explicit

!Gender of reader is not specified!

A/N: I do plan on making a 2nd part where the reader and Dazai talk things out and get in a relationship, not sure when I'll finish it though

The word count for chapter 1 is roughly 2k

Also, this will be posted on my ao3, link on my master list

You had known Dazai for a long time, perhaps not as long as Chuuya has, but that’s beside the point.

While you had grown up around shady people and been dealing with said shady people’s shady shit pretty much your whole life, courtesy of your shitty, shady parents, you hadn’t actually joined the Port Mafia until you were 17. Two years older than Dazai and Chuuya, but joined the Mafia around roughly the same time Chuuya had.

With your ability, it didn’t take long for you to begin to climb the ranks. It wasn’t like you were trying to specifically reach the rank of executive, but gradually, you crept closer.

About a year and a half after you had joined you had made a name for yourself, and that was also about the time you had met Dazai and Chuuya for the first time during a bigger mission.

You had somehow managed to become something like friends with them on that mission and had become a somewhat regularity to be paired with them on large missions. You were tough enough to handle both their eccentric personalities as well as teasing enough to get along with Dazai and passionate enough to friend Chuuya.

It was a weird trio you had formed, often being the one to defuse them when they began to bicker. And of course, apologizing when they disturbed the everyday citizens with their fighting when the three of you had time off to just be kids.

Over time, you had begun to grow closer and fonder of Dazai, being able to relate to him more often than one probably should, but whatever. Sometimes, the two of you would find each other silently sitting at the docks staring off into nothingness, neither of you would talk, just simply get lost in your endless thoughts while enjoying the presence of someone who was similar enough to understand you.

On one such occasion Dazai had broken the endless silence of the waves below your feet; inviting you to join him to meet with his bar friends. That was when you met Ango and Oda. They were pleasant company and you had found yourself growing attached to them just like you knew Dazai was, though he would’ve probably denied it at the time.

So, when Dazai disappeared one night with no traces, followed by learning of Oda’s death. You knew.

That didn’t make it hurt any less of course. Especially with how his sudden departure shed light on your feelings for him.

While Chuuya presented himself to be finally rid of his presence, you both knew that Dazai leaving had hurt both of you. You had chosen to tell Chuuya Dazai’s reasons for leaving, not wanting the anger of Dazai’s leaving to grow into hatred, besides, Chuuya would’ve pieced it together eventually.

And like that. Everything continued. The Port Mafia didn’t mourn over its losses. Executive duties called.

So, when after 4 years of no contact, to say you were surprised at his being in the ADA would be an understatement.

You hadn’t had the chance to see him yet like Chuuya had but you were there to witness Chuuya’s drunken midnight rant after having invited you over.

“Oh, trust me, he’s as shitty a mackerel as he always has been. He hasn’t changed a bit.” Chuuya slurred off, grumbling under his breath as he laid his head down on the counter.

You were both sitting at the kitchen island, a bottle of some expensive wine brand, open and mostly empty now, was on the counter between you.

You sat with your body facing Chuuya, your head resting in your palm, elbow against the counter.

“Mhm. He hasn’t changed a bit huh?” You spoke more for the simple sake of speaking, entertaining the drunk man before you. You didn’t need clarification of something you already knew.

Dazai had always been capable of doing good. He just didn’t care between doing good or bad, it made no difference to him. He’s only working for the light because it’s what Oda wanted. Dazai not changing wasn’t a surprise. So Chuuya’s following words were a little less than expected.

“Actually…” He paused, slurring off again before clarifying his words, his head remained poised on the counter. “He looked… brighter?” He seemed to question his own words before continuing. “Brighter and healthier. He seemed…” Chuuya trailed off again but not due to his drunken state. He stopped himself from finishing his train of thought.

“Happier?” You finished for him.

He didn’t respond.

After that, you had practically forgotten about Dazai now being in the ADA, too busy with missions and the seemingly never-ending, growing stack of paperwork.

That was until tonight.

It had been a grueling past few days, rainy weather, long meetings, missions to assign, missions to report and file, and of course your endless stack of shitty paperwork that had somehow found itself in your home office, taking up even more of your own time which was already short considering your importance to the Mafia.

After you got home, sometime around the dead-ass crack of dawn, you had only grabbed a cup of coffee, one of the larger mugs you owned, before heading to your office for more work.

Sometime, while in the middle of reviewing some report, you had fallen asleep, lulled by the endless pitter-patter of rain hitting the window in your office.

You had slept most of the day away and upon waking, it had already grown dark outside, probably around 9 or 10 at night now, and you were thankful to whatever divine being had granted you a day off today because you would have been so fucking late. You chose to willfully ignore that Mori-san was technically the one who made your schedule. He was a good boss, competent in his decisions, but he was no divine being.

Stretching in your chair, you could feel the soreness of your muscles from the previous day of work. There was a tightness in your back, worse than it normally was, courtesy of sleeping in your chair.

A knock sounded on your door, soft when it made its way to your ears but still clear as it cut through the silence of the penthouse you called home.

You dragged your body to your door, still completely dressed head-to-toe in your typical Mafia outfit with the addition of a few wrinkles, your shoes clacking noisily on the floor.

“Coming!” You called out before the person waiting behind your door could think to knock again.

Reaching your door, you work through your security system before opening your door, behind, a man you hadn’t seen for 4 years.

Your tiredness slipped away from your body as you gasped. Your body now on alert as you stared at him.

He was dressed in, presumedly, his ADA outfit, light in color. His bandages still covered his neck, probably the rest of his body, but the ones that used to cover his eye were gone. He had clearly gained weight since you had last seen him, though he still lacked a significant amount of meat on his bones someone his age and height should have.

Chuuya was right, he looked happier. No. That was wrong. He didn’t look happy. He looked… sad? Guilty?

They weren’t emotions you were familiar with seeing on him. Sure, you had seen both emotions on people in the Mafia during interrogations… but on Dazai? No. He hardly ever even faked them.

He did look brighter though. Healthier.

He also looked- no was drenched. His clothes were darkened by the rainwater still pouring outside. Dripping water on the carpeted floor. You could see a few dark spots on the floor down the hall, marking his trail.

He beat you to a response.

“Sorry for showing up like this.”

You sighed, your shoulders relaxing in silent defeat. “Come in.”

You stepped to the side, letting him in.

You closed the door behind him as he observed the expensive and modern decorations. It lacked any personality, at least to an untrained eye. If one looked closer, you could make out a knick-knack here or there that didn’t quite fit the rest of the rather drab decorations.

It lacked vulnerability.

Your bedroom, though, where only you went into, your interests bled out.

“I assume your room has more personality than this, no?” Dazai’s tone was off. A half-hearted attempt to lighten the mood.

“Vulnerability isn’t something Mafia Executives have the luxury to indulge in often.”

He didn’t respond.

“You can hang your coat on the rack.” You spoke, staring at his back as he walked into your home. “And take your shoes off.”

You turned down the hall towards your room, leaving Dazai to settle.

As you walked you called out to Dazai, not facing him. “I should have some clothes that fit you.” Then as an afterthought, “I want you to take a shower.”

When you walked back into the living room with some clothes, Dazai had actually listened, his coat was hung up and his shoes were in the genkan, he had also taken off his socks, probably soaked after being out in the rain.

You walked up to him, handing him the clothes. “Go take a shower. There should be some rolls of bandages in there, though I’m not sure how many I have left.”

He took the clothes from you silently, then: “Thank you.”

You looked him in the eyes, trying to discern how much you didn’t know about him anymore. How much you needed to learn about him.

“Have you eaten?” You spoke calmly, trying to ignore the thoughts and feelings swirling inside you without end.

“I-…” He hesitated. “No. I haven’t.”

Without another word, you left him to go take a shower. It was probably a good idea to make something to eat anyway, considering you were currently running off of a single cup of coffee.

You decided to not bother to cook and instead pulled out two packets of ramen in part because you were still tired as fuck, and you didn’t know if Dazai’s eating habits had changed or not.

It was better to settle for something simple that he might eat if you were lucky.

It didn’t take long for the ramen to finish heating up and for you to place it in two bowls so you placed them on the table. You were about to go check on Dazai when he turned the corner into the living room.

Something was off, he had changed into the clothes you got for him, and his hair was still wet, dripping water off of his soft curls. He seemed… hesitant -nervous? More so than he had been before taking a shower.

“I made ramen.” You spoke, realizing you had been looking for a bit too long. You gestured to the table with the two bowls full of still steaming ramen.

“Thank you…” His voice was quiet, low. He clearly wasn’t bothering to hide his hesitancy, or perhaps he was just failing miserably in trying.

You sat down at one end of the table and busied yourself with eating. You watched him shift over to the seat adjacent to you.

Your eyes widened in upon noticing. “You’re not wearing your bandages?”

He shifted in his seat, avoiding your gaze.

“The hoodie and shorts are soft…”

The ‘and I trust you’ went unsaid but understood.

Your face softened around the edges.

“Eat.”

He responded with a nod before picking up his chopsticks.

Soon enough you had finished your food, and though Dazai only ate half, it was more than you were expecting him to eat. You placed your dishes in the sink to deal with another time before returning to the table, though you remained standing. Dazai had yet to get up.

“Do you want to watch something? I have a day off so…” You trailed off awkwardly.

He looked up but he didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Sure.”

The only light currently on was the blue light emitted from the television that was playing some show you were hardly paying any more attention to. After a few episodes, you had shifted from sitting awkwardly on opposite sides of the couch to where Dazai was now practically lying on top of you. He was lying his head on your chest with his face turned towards the screen, invested in whatever show it was that was playing. You had let him pick. You were far more interested in watching as he relaxed into you as you ran your fingers through his now, mostly dry, curls.

“Tired?” Your voice no more than a whisper.

“No…” He responded; a hint of a tired whine interlaced in it. A tone his voice always had when he was tired just didn’t want to sleep in lieu of whatever he was currently doing, which at the moment was watching a show while cuddling with someone he hadn’t seen in 4 years.

“Sure~.” You teased as your nails gently scratched at his scalp.

He grumbled something softly into your chest.

You knew how bad, how dangerous your next thought was. It could end badly for both of you, but you couldn’t help when the words slipped from your tongue.

“Why don’t we go to bed hm?”

He responded with an unintelligible whine, pressing his face further into your chest, as he wrapped his lanky arms around your back.

You sighed softly but even if he had clearly put on more weight, he still wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight against you physically speaking. You gathered what remaining strength you had in you as you wrapped your hands around his waist before shifting to a sitting position. Then you secured your arms under him to lift him up in your arms.

“Come on, you lanky beanpole. Time for bed.”

The talk could wait for tomorrow, after all, he couldn’t leave with his clothes still in the washer.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai bsd #bsd dazai #minor angst #kinda fluff #at the end at least #and with dazai being willingly vulnerable #dazai x reader #reader x dazai #readers gender not specified #bsd fanfic #bsd chuuya

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green-like-pine-trees · 1 month

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Oscar’s eyes glowing green is weird. The sound effect is clearly the same from when they swap places, but his eyes typically glow gold/yellow. Question is: What’s happening?

And I think I might have an answer… and it requires reworking everything I thought I knew about the merge.

The TLDR of my theory is: I think Ozpin uses magic to delegate control of the body. So, Oscar’s never been able to fully control the swapping process bc he couldn’t use their magic– he has always needed Ozpin’s help to do so. The magic in the epilogue might be trying to force them to swap, to force Oscar to take control of it.

If you want to know how I got to that, keep reading. I’m excited to hear other people’s thoughts on this. ^_^

So, before now, I’ve assumed that their eyes glow because of the god of light. Even the white haired guy’s eyes glow when Ozma takes control for the first time. In the Lost Fable, during the divorce, Salem reforms with the same golden glow.

I have also assumed that the eye glow indicated that Oscar and Oz were swapping places. I believe this notion might be incorrect.

My main evidence for this is V7's finale. Oscar is falling, knocked out by Ironwood. Then, Ozpin's voice wakes Oscar up, his eyes glowing golden as he takes control.

However, he isn't swapping control. Ozpin wasn't in control: neither of them seemed to be. Therefore, the magic must be more complicated than a simple swap.

Another moment that gives me pause is in V6C2. After the train derails, everyone's questioning Ozpin about the lamp. Oscar is able to push through, resisting Ozpin's control enough to provide Jinn's name.

As we can see, there’s no golden-eye effect. Although, we do hear something: the swapping sound effect.

Usually there’s 2 parts to the swapping sound effect: a hissing sound and a lower echo-y undercurrent. It’s usually heard quickly, not lingering as the swap finishes and his eyes stop glowing. However, in this scene, the sound is drawn out as Oscar fights back– even as violins(?) start playing to amp up the tension. The moment all the music stops and the tension is released, we can assume Ozpin has regained full faculties.

Based on these scenes, I concluded that the glowing eyes might indicate either one of them taking control of the body. In this scene, Ozpin is never not in control of the body. Oscar is just able to resist, holding the body frozen in Ozpin’s expression. But then I realized something.

Outside of this scene, Oscar has never taken control over the body.

Like, I cannot think of another time where Oscar forcefully took over Ozpin or clearly brought Ozpin to control. He’s been asked permission, sure. But, in control???

In these scenarios, Oscar’s role has always been framed as passive, with Ozpin as active. Ozpin can take over Oscar no problem, with or without permission. Oz even asking is a courtesy, if anything. Ozpin can also just swap out and force Oscar to be in control (see V6 when Ozpin hides from everyone as an example).

With this in mind, maybe the eye glow isn't for whomever is in control. It’s to indicate Ozpin’s state of control over the body. Ozpin swaps in– eye glow. Ozpin swaps out– eye glow. V6C2 is the only time Oscar comes close to forcibly taking control. At that point, it might even be impossible for Oscar to do so. Oscar can try to initiate, but Ozpin has to actually do it.

This like. Drastically changed my view of how the Ozmosis works. It also might explain why his eyes are glowing green and what’s happening in the epilogue. So, I started thinking about what is likely the source of the green: his magic.

We know for a FACT, Oscar didn’t gain control over Ozpin’s magic until V7. Given we know the god of light’s magic is what dictates Ozpin’s reincarnation, it would not be a leap to suggest that Ozpin is using that magic when he swaps. Ergo, if Oscar cannot use magic, he cannot fully control the swap.

Under this scenario, my first example makes more sense. Either Ozpin was waking up Oscar (forcing him into control) OR Oscar was able to take control because he tapped into Ozpin’s magic for the first time.

When I watched the epilogue, it reminded me of the V6 scene. The prolonged sound effect, the clear struggle. He sounds like he's in pain. :(

He says he's resisting the merge, but the merge... it's not exactly tangible?? The merge is a process not a thing. For instance, if I put a dam on a river it stops the water from flowing. The merge is the flow here. What's the water?

I have two guesses as to what these episodes are:

Less likely, but it could be his magic activating uncontrollably. Him resisting Ozpin's influence might make it harder to control. He can't use the magic, bc of course, it makes them merge faster. Doesn't necessarily explain the sound effect, but their first on screen swap was a green color.

The merge is trying to force them to co-pilot, and/or force Ozpin into control of the body. Oscar collapses both times. We could assume it's from the pain, but it could also be because he momentarily loses control of his body.

I'm leaning towards the second. There's only so much we can take from an animatic, with things getting changed in the final product.

Anyways, those are my main thoughts right now. I'd LOVE to hear other people's thoughts or opinions!

#I haven't even gotten into Oscar's isolation... im making that its own post mark my words #rwby #Oscar pine #Ozpin #rwby theory #Rwby volume 9 #Ozmosis #geartalks

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doctorprofessorsong · 7 months

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Destiel Fic Recs

Sorry it's been a moment. I was finishing up my Moulin Rouge vibes monsterfucking Taylor Swift inspired extravaganza fic featuring blood freak Sammy, a touch of horror and a huge cast of characters for @dcbtv . (Read it here!)

But fear not! I have a fresh list of fics recs just for you. <3

The Trouble with Blue Eyes by FriendofCarlotta @friendofcarlotta (Explicit, 14k)

A film noir pulp fiction detective story so atmospheric you will feel like you are seconds from a mysterious dame busting into your office.

Dean and Cas are detectives in the same town. When they happen to meet on competing cases, things heat up. They become friends with benefits, but over the years they both catch feelings and neither one of them knows how to handle it. Will they be able to solve the Case of We Suck at Communication? More importantly, how do I marry this version of Charlie?

Frisky Business by imogenbynight @imogenbynight (Explicit, 13k)

A fun little Cas fic slash smutty one shot, this one is just immensely readable. When Dean and Cas find themselves hunting an apparently horny wraith, things get a bit complicated. Come for the fun wraith lore, stay for the smut!! It's a fun read with flustered Dean and soft dom Cas and a really fun case. What else could you want?

Of Lords and Letters by MalMuses @malmuses (Explicit, 14k)

Epistolary romance and Regency era Destiel? Catnip for me personally.

When Dean receives notice of his father’s death and his inheritance of the family's estate, he finds himself in a dilemma. He doesn’t want to abandon his regiment in the war, but someone needs to look after Winchester Hall. Luckily, a friend of Sam's, Castiel, is looking for employment and would be more than happy to serve as steward.

But as their correspondence becomes increasingly intimate, Dean finds himself fighting not only Napoleon, but also his feelings. What will he find when he returns home?

creation myth by howldean @howldean (Teen, 5k)

This is a shorter fic for me to rec, but it manages to pack so much into it. The fic is an absolutely stunning examination of Cas and his relationship with his vessel when he's forced to leave it behind. It has all these beautiful gender feels. I am always a sucker for trueform Cas as well.

But most of all, it's just deeply poetic. There are so many staggeringly beautiful lines as Cas grapples with who he is and where he fits. It's just absolutely gorgeous.

Devotion by FriendofCarlotta @friendofcarlotta (Explicit, 29k)

A Terminator AU.

That's enough to make the list already, but also a full on delight of a fic. The angels, desperate to stop Dean Winchester, send one of their own back in time to kill him before he can become a threat.

But Dean sends his own rebellious angel back. Even though his grace is faltering, Cas is determined to keep Dean safe, but can he keep his heart safe?

doors unlocked and open by sidewinder @hawkland (Teen, 12k)

This one’s absolutely packed with amazing concepts. A post-Winchesters Destiel fix-it, Jack finds himself at a loss when he realizes that despite his best efforts, Dean can't seem to find peace in Heaven. He says he's looking for his family, but it's becoming increasingly clear he's specifically looking for one family member: Cas.

But Cas hasn't seen Dean since his big confession and he's not sure what reuniting will bring. Can Cas find the key to Dean’s peace?

Paper Moon by robotsnchicks @robotsnchicks (Explicit, 43k)

Life doesn't get any better than this. Dean's married to the love of his life and they've just put an offer down on their dream home. Everything is perfect.

A little too perfect as it turns out when Dean wakes up to discover the last 4 years of his life were actually a simulation over the course of a week. He's devastated, most of all because he lost Cas. He can’t believe his husband isn't real. Refuses to believe it. He has to be out there somewhere and Dean is going to find him.

This concept could be extremely angsty, and make no mistake it does have some, but its surprisingly soft. A chance to find each other again, to start back at the beginning for Dean, to fall in love.

Check out my other rec lists at @riversrecs

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic rec #deancas fic rec

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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hello!! Ü

i stumbled upon your blog *today* and have probably read, devoured, and inhaled every single poly fic you have! 😭 they're too good!! feysand and rowaelin especially. i could cry. so badly want to live in those worlds you create!!! so special and so cozy and so REAL agh it kills me

i see that you've been absolutely cranking out writing pieces and dont wanna add any pressure to ya! just curious if you'd be interested in writing another poly/feysand-and/or-rowaelin where f!reader and feyre/aelin are having a drunken wine night and rhys/rowan walks in on them 😇 ???

im imagining lots of drunk giggles and the girls being extremely touchy/needy when tipsy ((:

thank you so much! you're amazing!! thank you for blessing us with ur words, u goddess

fae wine

Rowaelin x Reader

Summary: Aelin and reader discover an old bottle of wine.

Warnings: drinking, not proofread

A/N: you are SO sweet and kind thank you so much! honestly I'd give a ridiculous amount to go drinking with Aelin. did I finish writing this with a glass of wine at 5 a.m.? I absolutely did

Aelin found an old bottle of wine. A very old one. At least 200-300 years old, the date mostly rubbed out, and no idea how strong it actually would be. Still, neither of you could resist the temptation. You knew it wasn’t poisoned, you’d be able to sniff that out, and Aelin always tested. Fenrys walked in after you each had a glass or two, and were already well on your way to drunk.

“Where’s the other bottles?” He frowned, looking at your state. Both of you, being northerners, could drink most people under the table. You pointed to the dark bottle on the side table.

“Just that one,” you grinned.

He eyed both of you cautiously, stalking over towards the bottle. Apparently, being old as dirt he recognized it and his eyes glinted in amusement. “Fae wine,” he announced as if he’d solved some great puzzle.

Aelin snatched it out of his hands, filling up your glasses again. “It’s delicious.”

After she’d finished, Fenrys stole it back and poured himself a tall glass before either of you could protest.

Eventually, you gave up the glasses, and passed it back and forth between the two of you - keeping it out of Fenrys’s reach.

“Why aren’t you sharing?” You could see he was fighting a pout.

“Grapes are poisonous to dogs.” Aelin drawled. It was an absolutely horrible joke, but the two of you broke out into laughter. You saw the amusement in the male’s eyes, even as he tried to keep a stoic mask.

“Is there any more?” You asked Aelin, swirling the empty bottle, barely gripping it by its neck. It nearly dropped from between your fingers before Fenrys caught it, carefully placing it on the coffee table, and out of your reaches. You felt the small draft flow through the room, and heard the quiet opening of the door.

“I think you two have had enough.” He heard Fenrys drawl. The male gave him a look as if to say ‘they’re you’re problem now.’ He ignored him as he darted out the door, leaving him with Aelin and you.

Aelin lounged across the couch, her head in your lap. You were trying to braid her hair - only making a mess of it. He could smell the wine leaking from both of you, and spotted the empty bottle on the table. Only one bottle.

“Where are the others?” The two of you, together, could drink half of the bane under the table.

“Rowan,” Aelin almost screamed, as if she’d just registered his presence.

“That’s the bottle,” you pointed towards the one he’d seen. He nearly rolled his eyes.

“Yes,” he said patiently, “where are the others?”

“That’s it.” A goofy grin filled your face, and he couldn’t hide how his lips turned up at the corners, seeing both of you relaxed and care-free.

He sniffed the bottle. Fae wine. That explains a lot.

Aelin shot you a glance as Rowan was distracted inspecting the bottle. Fussy Buzzard. Tackle him? Her eyes glinted.

You gave a small nod and you both crept to your feet. It didn’t work as planned as you both crashed into him from either side. But, you did manage to knock him slightly off balance. Your arms locked around him, pinning his arms to his sides. He could easily shake them off if he wanted to.

“I missed you too.” He murmured instead, wiggling his arms out to pull each of them closer to his chest.

Aelin reached up and pinched one cheek. He nipped at her hand, but she pulled her fingers back quickly, laughing at him. You pinched the other one, but he caught your wrist, lowering it back down to your side. You gave him a sheepish smile, and pinched his side instead. He didn’t move or flinch and you frowned. Right, not ticklish. Your disappointment must’ve amused him, because a small chuckle escaped his lips.

Aelin wiggled out of his grasp, dragging you with her. “We’re going to find another,” she yelled over her shoulder, heading towards the door. A shield of wind blocked the exit.

“I think you’ve had enough,” he mused, and was met with twin glares.

#throne of glass imagine #throne of glass x reader #poly!rowaelin #rowaelin x reader #rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x reader #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Little Flutters

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: The time has finally arrived!! Jack and First Lady are about to be parents!!

Synopsis: Jack misses a very important doctor's appointment for the babies

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: @hoodharlow and @nattinatalia 💖

First Babies of Private Garden Masterlist

Slight NSFW 18+

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"BABYYYYY!"

Jack heard you yell for him from upstairs startling him as he was making tea for you and fell asleep at the island in the kitchen.

"I'M COMING MAMAS!"

Neither of you had been getting much sleep

For one you were carrying three children and it was hard for you to get comfortable at night

And two, your husband was worried about you and wasn’t sleeping either

If Jack couldn’t get any sleep now, he couldn’t imagine how it was going to be when the triplets actually got here.

He made sure your tea was just how you liked it before making his way back upstairs to you. Once he caught sight of you, his heart dropped.

You were barely four months in and had a terrible time sleeping and Jack could probably count on one hand how much rest you had gotten in the past week.

“Here, babe. Hopefully this helps.” Jack said as he handed you some chamomile and lavender tea and kissed your forehead in hopes of you getting some sleep.

“Thank you.” You said taking the cup and smiling weakly at him.

“You need anything else?” Jack asked and you shook your head no.

“Babe, it’s 3 in the morning, go to sleep.” You told him as you started to drink your tea and scrolled through your phone.

“How can I sleep if my wife is uncomfortable? I want to make sure you’re okay and you get rest.”

“I’ll be fine. I know you have a lot to do and I’m going to need you to rest as much as possible. Please don’t argue with me.”

“I’m not trying to argue with you baby. Just worried about you and I might have a solution.” Jack said while laying down next to you.

“And what’s your solution?” You curiously asked because at this point you were willing to try anything.

“Do you want to take a bath with me?”

“I always want to take a bath with you. What kind of question is that?” You asked while looking up at him and all he did was smirk.

“Finish your tea and I’ll get the water ready.”

You were now sitting with your back against Jack’s chest after he had to help you into the tub. You slightly turned your head so that you were able to hear his heart beating hoping it would help to put you to sleep. But not before

Jack placed soft kisses on your neck before his right hand began to move further south.

You immediately spread your legs and his hand found its way to your clit slowly rubbing tiny circles as his left hand went to massage your left breast as he continued kissing your neck and Jack noticed that you slowly started to relax in his embrace.

You let out a small moan as Jack continued his movements and slipped two of his fingers inside of you.

“Baby, go faster.” You said as your heartbeat as well as your breathing started to quicken.

“Patience, my love. I want to take my time.” Jack answered you while kissing the shell of your ear.

“I’m pregnant, not made of glass.” You quickly retorted back and Jack rolled his eyes.

He was glad that you couldn’t see him because he already knew that you were going to give him shit for it.

“Last time I checked, you were extremely pregnant with three children since I’m the one who put them in there. You my love are in delicate condition and I’m not treating you any differently than I normally would.”

“I beg to differ. You hardly let me do anything anymore.”

“Mamas, I’ll stop. And the only thing you need to be doing is staying safe for you and our children.”

“I have a vibrator.”

“It’s not better than having me between your legs, I’ll tell you that.”

“No, but it can get the job done.”

“Baby, just let me do this so I can hopefully put you to sleep. I already know you’re picking fights because you’re tired. Just like a damn toddler.”

“Take it back, Jackman.”

“Only way I’ll take it back is if you be quiet and let me work.” Jack said as he switched to your right breast to give equal attention to both.

After your bath, Jack had gotten the two of you settled into bed, but not before him asking to be close to you and you immediately said yes.

“I’m definitely too tired to do anything, but I still want to feel you. But I want you to be able to sleep. Any time we do this, you usually lay on top of me, but you obviously can’t do that now.”

“Hmm, I can actually lay comfortably on my left side so wait a minute and let me adjust.”

“You need me to help you?”

“I think I got it, can you just put the pillow underneath my lower back? It’s starting to hurt.”

“Of course, baby.” Jack said as he did his best to make you as comfortable as possible.

“Okay, I think I’m good now.”

“You sure?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Lift for me a little bit.”

You did as you were told and soon felt Jack slip inside of you while also wrapping his arms around you.

"Get some sleep, baby girl. Love you." You heard Jack whisper in your ear and that was the last thing that you remembered before falling asleep.

You woke up hearing your alarm going off and immediately went to silence it.

Jack had told you that he was going to the studio to work on some things, but would be back in time to take you to your doctor's appointment this afternoon.

You had a notification that he had sent you a text and you immediately opened it.

Smush- Good morning wifey and babies. I can't wait to see you later. In the meantime, your breakfast is downstairs on the second shelf in the fridge. Remember to take your vitamins and drink water. Do not order anything else off of Amazon either or I'll tell Urb to take your phone away. I love you 💕

You- Good morning hubby and thank you for making my breakfast. I promise to drink water and take my vitamins. I do not have control over what happens when I go on Amazon. I love you too ❤️

Smush- Baby if I see one more damn Amazon package 🤨

You- 👀

Smush- You bought a six compartment air fryer when we already have TWO OTHER ONES.

Enough ma'am 😐

You- you can never have too many air fryers

Smush- in this case you can smh give one to Jessica

You- what if I need it later?

Smush- Baby go eat and stop buying shit smh

You- 🙄

It was around 1 in the afternoon and Jack still wasn't back yet although you expected him thirty minutes ago.

You were dressed and ready to go even though it took you longer without having Jack to help you. You were thinking that he might be stuck in traffic so you sent a quick text to ask him where he was.

You- Babe, are you on your way?

Sent at 1:02 pm

You- Jackkkkk me and your children are hungry. Can we get McDonald's after my appointment?

Sent at 1:15 pm

You- Seriously, where are you? You should have been back already

Sent at 1:23 pm

You- Jack, you're making me nervous. You've never missed an appointment and you aren't answering me.

Sent at 1:27 pm

Deciding not to wait for Jack any longer, you grabbed your keys off the holder near the door and waddled your way to your g wagon in order to hopefully still make your appointment in time. Blanca, Jessica, Victoria, and Curse were coming by later and you still had a lot to do around the house before they showed up. Jessica offered to come by early and help you cook after you got back from your appointment.

At your appointment, it was discovered that although healthy, the babies were actually growing at a faster rate then your doctor originally thought and she decided to schedule you for a cesarean section when you were approximately 33 weeks. She didn’t want to push it further than that since that was typically when triplets would be born. You attempted one last time to call Jack on facetime so he could at least hear what the doctor had to say, but he still didn't answer.

Her telling you that made your nerves get the best of you and your husband was still nowhere to be found despite sending him text messages and calling multiple times.

That's when you sent a text to Urban. He was supposed to be seeing Curse earlier in the day and the both of them would be by later with Curse promising you another care package that she made.

She made one every month for you. You told her how far along you were and she would include little cards that would tell you what was developing in that current month with the triplets. You still remember when she told you that they would be able to hear you when you got close to 27 weeks, but their hearing starts to develop at 18 which you were close to and they would be able to start to recognize not only your voice, but Jack’s too. She also always made sure to include bath bombs, candles, baby clothes (three matching outfits every single time), your favorite snacks and a pregnancy book that she was hoping Jack didn’t already buy.

You- Urby?

Urby- Yes mamas? Everything okay? I’m about to get Curse in a little bit and then we’ll be there.

You- Where is my husband? Usually you aren’t too far from him

Urby- Sitting next to me in the studio

You- Oh

Urby- Why? What's wrong? Is it the babies?

You- He didn't take me to my appointment like he said he would. I reminded him earlier this week and he said he would be back from the studio in time. My appointment was at 2, it’s almost 4 and he hasn’t answered any of my texts or calls. I panicked because I thought something had happened to him because he’s been so sleep deprived because of me. He always answers me and I thought the absolute worst. I can't see his location.

Just then Urban's eyes went wide as he looked over at his other best friend and made a face who was barely keeping his eyes open. Urban had noticed this earlier, and mentioned it but Jack insisted that he wanted to go to the studio for at least a few hours.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jack asked and Urban just shook his head and looked at him in disbelief. He could only imagine you panicking about Jack and being all by yourself.

"Did you forget to do something today?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Something for your wife?"

"I made her breakfast and laid out her vitamins for her. Sent her a good morning text like I always do if I leave the house while she’s still sleeping. Why?"

"Jack, when's her next doctor's appointment? Remind me again."

"Thursday at 2."

“Oh, okay.” Urban said as he nodded his head.

“Okay, what? I feel like you want to say something else.”

"Today's Thursday and it is now 4."

"Oh shit." Jack exclaimed before looking for his phone which he had discovered that he put on silent by accident.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!”

He saw all of the text messages from you and his heart dropped. He had never missed an appointment and didn't want to start now.

He immediately dialed your number hoping that you would answer him.

But you didn't

Even after he called you four times in a row.

"Fuck, she's going to kill me. I just knew today was Wednesday. Neither of us have been sleeping and I guess I got my days wrong. Shit, let me just go check on her."

“I would get her blueberry muffins with cream cheese and her favorite flowers as a peace offering. She told me she knew you were sleep deprived and thought something had happened to you. So between that, hormones, and the babies in her you better have a hell of an apology.”

When Jack reached your house, he opened the door to hear your laughter coming from the kitchen and that's where he headed. Urban left at the same time in order to meet up with Curse.

He walked in to see you hovering over the stove cooking along with Jessica with what looked like mac and cheese, baked chicken, string beans, and your mom's lemon pound cake which he knew Victoria loved.

He didn't even want to get on you for being on your feet because he knew you were mad.

He would address that after.

"Hey Jess.”

“Hey!” She replied as she continued to season the chicken.

“Umm, babe?" Jack quietly said and you turned to look at him.

"Yes, Jackman?"

All Jack did was mutter 'Fuck' to himself because you used the tone of voice for when you were mad at him.

"I got my days mixed up. You know that I would never miss an appointment for our babies."

"It's okay." You said while shrugging and turning off the macaroni noodles because they were done boiling.

"No it's not. You needed me and I wasn't there."

"There's nothing we can do about it now so move on. Just happy that you’re okay and not in a ditch somewhere."

"No, I still need to apologize to you and baby you should not be on your feet for long periods of time. We talked about this."

"You were nowhere to be found and I was bored."

“I tried to tell her, Jack but you know how she is. Same shit she did in high school. I see some things never change. Hard headed as hell.”

“Jess!”

“What? Did I lie?!”

"That's not an excuse, mamas. You still could have waited for me so I could help you too."

“Can we just drop it?” You said as you sat down at the island after having to climb into the chair since they were so tall.

Jack just sighed before handing you the flowers and blueberry muffins which you eagerly took. You opened the muffins and took a huge bite out of it. Jack wasn’t even going to get on you eating it before having dinner.

“Damn, this is as close as I get to an orgasm without you being in me.”

“Y/N, WHAT THE HELL?!” Jessica exclaimed while you just sat there and laughed.

“What?!? They’re good!”

“You would compare food to sex.” She said while rolling her eyes and cutting up the cheese for the macaroni.”

You simply turned back to Jack and offered him a piece of your muffin while holding it up to his mouth and he gladly took it.

“Urban told you to do that and that you better had a hell of an apology, right?”

“I swear your ass be low key spying on me.” Jack muttered and all you did was laugh.

“Not at all. I just know my husband and best friend really well. But babe, you were tired and I get it because you’ve been worried about me. I promise that I’m not mad. I would have rather you been safe in the studio with Urban who also told me you were falling asleep there than in a ditch somewhere. I’m not mad, a little sad, yes, but not mad.” You said while cupping his cheeks and kissing the tip of his nose.

“You promise? Because I feel like shit. Don’t tell me that just because. But the fact that I caused you added stress? I can’t even imagine what was going through your head. I had accidentally put my phone on silent and didn't realize it.”

“I probably should have called Urban too, but I didn’t think to do so. I was just not trying to think that something had happened to you. My mind was just all over the place.”

“You know me better than that, I would never do something that would put me in harm’s way of possibly leaving the four of you.”

“I know.” You quietly said but not before your eyes suddenly went wide.

“What’s wrong?!” Jack asked and you immediately put your hand on your stomach.

“Oh shit.”

“BABY, WHAT’S WRONG?!”

“Y/N, what is it?!” Jess exclaimed while setting her knife down and coming closer to you.

“GIVE ME YOUR HAND!”

You grabbed Jack’s hand as well as Jessica’s and put it right where yours had been moments before.

“Is that……???” Jack started to say and looked up at you with wide eyes.

“They’re kicking. I can’t believe I just felt them move.” You said as your eyes started to water.

“What does it feel like?” Jack curiously asked and all you did was smile.

“You know how I always tell you that you still give me butterflies all the time?”

Jack nodded his head, but his hand never left your stomach.

“That’s what it feels like, little flutters. I mean I know they’re in there, but now it feels a little more real.”

“Jack, I have a question.” Jessica said as she was facing the both of you.

“Hmm?”

“What position did you put her in to get not one, not two, but THREE Harlow babies? So that Travis doesn’t do that to me. Issa no for me dawg. More power to you, Y/N, BUT NO!”

“Come on now, Jess. We all know his nickname is Missionary Jack for a reason.”

“Welp, that’s it. No more missionary for me.”

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