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𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
pairing: scott barringer x ditzy!fem!reader
summary: Scott proves you he’s not so bad, soft of.
c/w: sfw, fluffy, a small awkward moment, Scott has a crush, a little bit of angst.
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Scott is not that bad right? That’s a question that has been in your mind for too long, every other kid in the camp say he’s an asshole, arrogant and too much of a jerk, that he should get his head out of his butt. All of them are right.
It’s unfair… you’re supposed to be crushing on him, not the other way around, you’re supposed to stutter, not him! It’s driving him insane, that stupid smile of yours and your honey covered voice, he hates that he always has to catch you when you trip, how clumsy you are, he hates that he finds it endearing… you’re supposed to be annoying, not cute.
It’s getting harder and harder and harder to deny it every second however, the thing that he hates the most is how unaware you are of other people flirting with you!
I mean have you noticed at all how Auggie looks at you? How Ezra literally hits on you? No of course not, only he has.
“Dammnit!” he looks up from his magazine to see you holding your elbow in pain “What’s the matter?” He asks “I wasn’t looking” “You’re never aware of your surroundings…” “Hey! I was distracted… didn’t mean to” your voice gets smaller as you finish your sentence. “Oh no…” you say as you notice that your elbow is actually bleeding… it’s nothing bad, as bad a paper cut can be, but Scott wants to make a big deal out of it, looking for an excuse to touch you.
“You’re bleeding” “here” he says taking a band-aid out of his backpack “thanks” you hold out your hand to take it but he retreats “let me… you’re probably not smart enough to do it yourself” “sure…” you say confused.
Scott placed the band-aid over the non-existent wound and you smile muttering a small “thanks” he nodds. “What happened here?” Scott touches your cheekbone lightly with his fingers “Shelby opened the door… I was behind it” Scott can’t help it but laugh at this “And here?” He bops your nose “huh?”
“Why are you being nice?” You ask, it comes boldly, not the way you meant to say it “I’m not being nice, I’m being polite” Scott shrugs at this… “You’re being nice” “Whatever” “it’s nice” “Yeah but I’m not being nice I’m-“ “What’s that stuff in your hair?” You interrupt him…
“Huh? What?” Scott is taken aback when you touch his hair softly, pulling some dry leaf stuck in there, Scott realizes what you’re doing and grabs your wrist gently “I got into a fight” “With the ground?” He chuckles “Yeah…. Something like that” “You’re all disgusting” you say without any bad intention behind your words, his clothes are covered in dirt “thanks” you nod.
“When I played football… I got more bruises than when getting into fights” “I thought they give you protection for that” “Yeah well, not always works” “You should probably walk with an armor by the way… It’s the only way you won’t get hurt” “They’re just accidents” you say. “Small… meaningless accidents”
“This…” Scott starts, he was about to make a comment of the bruise on your cheekbone “This is- this…” he can’t finish the sentence he started, his blue eyes look intensely into your own, he swallows… he can’t help it but look at your lips..“what?-“
Then he kisses you, Scott kisses you, your stare is interrupted by the feeling of his lips on yours, he cups your cheek and leans in before you can react, he closes his eyes and enjoys this moment while it lasts… Scott can’t feel your lips moving or doing anything at all, he feels you push on his chest lightly, you’re not kissing him back.
He backs up slightly and looks at you, noticing that you look displeased by the kiss. “What's wrong?" He asked with concern as he lets go of you, worried that he may have crossed a line. “No kiss” you say with a small voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry" he says, backing up again "I, uh, got the wrong idea." He seems embarrassed that you didn't like the kiss "I, uh, I should probably leave" he mutters nervously.. Scott has never been rejected by a girl before…. He was really shocked by your reaction, he couldn't believe that you rejected his kiss. It was his arrogance taking control of his thoughts but, he just couldn’t understand, you must not feel the same way that he does. He can't believe that he read the situation wrong, and that you don’t like him like that. "Alright, I'll just go then" he mutters nervously as he backs away further, looking down at the ground embarrassed
You stand there in shock of what just happened… you like Scott, no- you don’t like Scott, he’s mean and arrogant and he said you were pathetic once, you’ve seen the way Shelby looks at him and Juliet and well every other girl in the world, you don’t like him, definitely, he stole your first kiss because his arrogance and ego got the best of him….
Then why do you want to run after him?
Scott walks to the bonfire, he’s pissesd… pissed at himself for misreading the situation, for liking you, because he had humiliated himself, because he likes you and you don’t like him back… he looks at the ground and behind that anger there’s sadness too…
Your legs move in automatic running to your door, you sprint in direction of the kitchen, tripping at least 3 or 4 times, bumping into Shelby, she gives you an angry look “Scott” you say breathlessly, “I’m Shelby, what do I look like him?” She says with her usual snarky tone you’re unable to catch “Yeah a little bit” you say…. she rolls her eyes and continues stirring the pizza dough, you make a quick mental note it’s pizza for dinner. “Wait Shelby, where’s Scott?” You try again. “I haven’t seen him” you leave disappointment written all over your features, leaning against the door and sighing… until you spot golden curly locks, again your legs take you to him before you can stop it.
“Scott!” He looks up from his already burnt marshmallow, he wants to be indifferent but he can’t, he’s hurt and mutter a quiet “Yeah?” You sit next to him and the look in his face switches from confusion to curiosity…
“It was my first kiss” your sudden blurt out catches him off guard, “I’m sorry” he says, “It’s just… I wasn’t expecting it” he looks down again. “Why did you kiss me?” He’s honestly surprised you had the audacity to ask, he’s not really good with words, that why he’s impulsive rather than not to. "Well" he said nervously, he didn't really know what to say exactly, "I uh-" Scott paused for a minute, and felt his cheeks get red as he thought about the true answer to your question, "I guess I just..." Your pretty eyes look up expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. “I guess I just felt something and I I got carried away” and impulse…. That’s it, there’s nothing benhind it but pure hormones.
“So you don’t like me then?” Now it’s his turn to look up at you, he’s flushed, and he’s so pretty up close, he has pouty lips, it makes sense, his lashes are long, his blue eyes look unfamiliar now, it’s because his staring is soft instead of the usual frown he has… “Why does it matter?”
“It’s important, please” he wants to look away but you hold his face and unconsciously nuzzles against your touch.. your gaze switches between his eyes and lips “I want to kiss you, but I don’t know how” you confess… Scott wastes no time in closing the gap between your lips, he holds your arm gently to keep you in place, his lips move softly against yours, it last no more than 5 seconds but it’s enough to leave you breathless
“Alright I do like you” he confesses
“No way!” You say sarcastically.
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Fic about drunk karaoke with Trevor singing Paper Rings by Taylor Swift?
a/n: okay so it's more of a blurb, than a blurb. i hope that's okay. so sorry this is extremely late! also i don't think i really portrayed z as drunk but yeah. its still decent i think.
ENJOY!
Everyone was in town for one last hurrah before their various training camps started up. For the last the night the idea of going to a karaoke bar was brought up. You loved the idea and even offered to find the bar.
"Trev we have to do a duet!" You urged when the group was signing up for songs. "We could do Don't Go Breaking My Heart or The Time of My Life or Islands-"
"Can we do our own songs?" He piped up. He had a certain song that he wanted to sing for her and a duet was not it.
"Or we could do that too." Trevor noticed your face fall slightly. He did fell kind of bad for that but he could make it up to you.
Sensing his friend's need for help, Cole offered to sing a song of your choice with you. He turned to Trevor and mouthed You owe me one.
The real fun began once everyone had entered in their song choices. Most boys chose some country song or hit classic rock song. Some people where better singers than others, but who really cared how well one could sing when you were having fun.
After Luke had finished with his rendition of Black, it was finally Trevor's turn. By the time his song was up much of the group had already had a few too many drinks and weren't really paying attention to the intro of the song. In fact it wasn't until you heard your name being mentioned over the sound system that you realized he was up.
"This. This is for my Y/N. Love you baby girl." Trevor giggled pointing in your general direction as an instrumental version of a popular Taylor Swift song played.
"The moon is high, like your friends were the nigh that we first met ..."
"Oh no." You mumble, eyes going wide. Paper Rings was not his normal karaoke song, that was Wildest Dreams. What was your hockey player boyfriend up to?
You could feel everyone's eyes on you while Trevor was up on stage singing and doing a little dance, giving everyone a performance they weren't going to forget anytime soon. It was almost as if this had all been planned in advance or something.
"Jack, what's he doing? He changed his song."
"I don't know. He never told me anything." Jack lied. He knew exactly what Trevor was doing, they all did, you could tell by the goofy smiles the boys were giving you. "Just thinking about it and watch!"
So you did, you sat with your friends, sipping on your fruity little cocktail and enjoying the moment.
"Darling, you're the one I want, In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams ..."
It was a stupid idea and he knew it. That's how Trevor knew that you would love it. A couple of days ago when he was brainstorming with the boys on how to propose, it was suggested that he should do it at karaoke.
That's why he was on currently on stage, singing one of your favorite Taylor Swift song. Everything appeared to going as planned, he wasn't messing up the song and you were bopping your head along to the song. The only snag was he may or may not have a few too many drinks and was a bit drunker in the moment than he would have liked to be.
Trevor's big moment was coming up. There was a small break in the music and he called you to join him on the stage. It took you a hot second to make the trek up there.
"I know you like shiny things, but would you marry me with a paper ring?" He nervously asked you, reaching into his back to grab the literal paper ring he had to give you.
"I squished it. I'm sorry, it's not supposed to look like this." Trevor pouted looking at the smooshed ring.
"Trevor?"
"Hmm?"
"Yes." Trevor slipped the ring on your finger, it really didn't fit, but he could replace with the actual diamond ring he had sitting at home. You pulled him in for a kiss, a loud cheer erupted from section where the rest of your group was sitting.
"Now does anyone know where I marry someone tonight?"
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I am requesting specifically bc you said it was okay!!! I would DIE for a Wanda or a Natasha x teen sister reader where r just wants to do normal fun teen things but bc Wanda or nat hadn’t done anything like it when they were teens they like freak out over anythinggggg (being 5 mins off curfew or missing one lesson at school automatically means being kidnapped by a villainous organization ofc ofc) idk if that idea makes sense but I have many thoughts and a bad way of saying them so if it doesn’t then please tell me and I can fix it!!!! Love you appreciate you stan you and your works theyre my silly little comfort scenarios ur so important to me n the world OKAY BYE LY
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Omg this is so sweet WHAT! Thank you very much! I appreciate you for supporting me! :)
Second addition in the MARVEL EVENT
We started light today. Tomorrow not so much...
"It's fine, they know where I am at all times anyway."
Joking around down the street with your backpack on you walk towards the arcade. And spend the afternoon there.
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"JARVIS! Where is she?"
"Whom are you talking about?" His crackled from above. Like everyone assumes God would talk to them.
"Y/N! She- she said 3:15. That's when she would be home every day. By then I'll be snacking in the kitchen. That's what she said. I remember."
"Miss Y/n is currently at the MorrisHead Arcade."
"What?"
"You need some back up?" The red head walked in.
"Let's go! Jarvis, where at this place is she?" Her loud footsteps echoed down the hall, mirroring her fast heartbeat.
"In the back, near the concession stand."
"No one takes my little sister." Her red powers flared in her eyes as her and Natasha left to get Y/n back. Little did they know.
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Beep boop beep bop boop boop beep
"Hahhahah!" You leaned back, laughing at your friend, who was pointing out an Avengers poster on the wall. The artist had given Steve more nose than face.
"I am so taking a picture." Peter started to pull out his phone and walked over as a guy behind the counter with a yellow and red striped hat, came up with two paper plates and the smell of good pizza.
"Order for Spiderman!" He said, sounding like an ex-surfs up dude.
You took the plates as you heard a girl with the same striped hat yell out for Iron Man's order, which made a group of kids race around you toward the concession.
"Hey Pete, do you think that Wanda and them get paid for all the advertising they get legitimately everywhere." He was giggling at his phone as you shoved his slice of pizza into his hands. You had to talk over all the screams. Little kid screams with pizza in your mouth and cheese not wanting to stop you turn your head toward the front. Peter gave you a look. His spider-sense.
"Wah?" You said.
"Eat your pizza and get ready to save the day." He stood and started to cautiously walk around. Wiping your hand from crusty pizza bits, Peter jumped onto the ceiling. Just his spidy mask on. You froze. You had made it into the spotlight, and it blasted into your dark adjusted eyes.
"Y/n!" You heard her voice the second she said anything.
"Natasha? What's going on?"
"Where the hell have you been?"
"What?"
"3:15? My ass!" Her voice turned into a shout.
"Put the gun away!" You whisper-yelled at her. "There's kids here, one, and two, what is going on?" You asked astonishingly confused.
"We came to..."
"To...? What?"
"To save you." Wanda finishes.
"Save me? From what? From King Kong? Or the Leap Frog? Or Wreck-It-Ralph? Maybe Mrs. Pac-Man was holding me hostage!" You were so stunned that they acted like everything was literally life or death.
"That's not funny."
"You could have died."
"How? I am 10x stronger than everyone here. Besides Peter."
"Peter's here?"
"Where is that spider monkey?" Natasha muttered, putting her gun away and realizing the laughter and safety of the place.
"Did you ask him yet-"
"Shhh! What are you talking about!"
"Ask Peter what?" Natasha took a step towards you.
"Nothing." You glared at Wanda.
"You want to ask Peter nothing?"
"Yes. Can we go?" You said.
"I want to try the Pac-Man game." She stepped up to it, getting her powers out and at the ready.
"Wands, no. Oh my gosh. This is gonna take forever..."
"Wait but what did you want to ask Peter?"
"Yeah?" Peter's high pitched voice came from the ceiling as she firstly was going to cheer Wanda on but also is wondering about Natasha's question.
"Aaaa! Peter you can't do that!"
"Do what?" He quickly flipped back on the ground, removing his mask and shaking his hair, like a scene from a movie.
"We're cheering Wanda on. Right. Right. Wanda go right. Not- You got it."
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"Y/n!!!"
"What are you doing here?"
"Get out here now." Moving out of your seat, and having a pretty awkward walk to the hall as Natasha had told you off infront of everyone.
"Take me to Miss Jefferson. I want to know why she marked you absent," She checked her phone. "42 minutes ago."
"What? No. I have math class. I don't want to miss anything. It wasn't Miss J's fault."
"Oh?"
"Well..."
"Where were you then. Y/n?"
"Nowhere."
"That's not a place I've heard of."
"I skipped, okay!"
"You could have died!"
"Not everything I do is going to be an apocalyptic event."
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PART 5 Craving the wild side
Dean Winchester x reader
Warnings: AOB, mentions of medical things, mentions of needles, mentions of abuse, feral alphas, light swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, sexual things, eventual smut, death
Summary: after being rescued from a police raid feral alpha Dean Winchester his placed in the rehab process where he’s a struggled case till you come along. Having his feral ness cloud over his emotions and stop him feeling it’s hard to get through till him till dreams enter his mind and yours connecting you both and doctor/patient becomes more and harder.
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You went to bed early that night, too exhausted to do anything else. You fell asleep quickly which was a first also.
“Dean!” You yelled wandering around the farm trying to find the alpha.
“Dean!” You repeated huffing as Champ barked at your side.
“Go find him you have a better nose than me” you huffed but Champ just tilted his head.
“Good dog” you chuckled patting his head as you headed to the barn. You heard loud metal music and realised why he wasn’t answering. You saw him bopping his head and sang as he worked on his newly brought project a 67 impala.
“Hey!” You yelled and be turned grinning as he sang louder while pointing to you.
“I was calling for you!” You called over the music as he just continued his singing. You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow as he danced his way to the radio and turned it down.
“What’s up?” He asked grinning.
“Mum wants to go to that new restaurant in town tonight, thought we could ask Sam and his mate too?” you said looking at the new shiny engine he put in.
“I’m cool with that” he said wiping his hand on a rag.
“It’s nice” you commented referring to the engine.
“Isn’t it?” He grinned like proud father.
“Ok Mr big head” you teased and he smirked. He grabbed you suddenly and tickles your ribs making you squeal in laughter as you tried to get him to stop.
“Dean!” You laughed as he kept his attack on.
“Stop!” You said breathlessly as he finally did but kept his arms around your waist. He smiled at you pressing a brief kiss to your nose. You giggled softly finally controlling your breathing from his tickle attack. He had soft eyes and a loving smile as he looked at you.
“What?” You asked chuckling softly.
“I love you” he said softly and you smiled.
“I love you too” you said.
Your world changed suddenly, now at the restaurant in a nice black dress, your mum laughing with Dean and Sam about something. You laughed with them too as you enjoyed your food. Dean was being immature making you slap his thigh but he just grinned at you. Dinner finished and desert came out the waiter smiling.
“This desert literally ascends you” he said and you smiled before looking to Dean who was frozen.
“De?” You asked softly as Sam called his name too. Time whizzed by and Dean was attacking the waiter, punching him to Death as you and Sam tried to pry him off. His eyes were lit up he had fangs like a monster as he snarled.
Dean jolted away, sweat covering his body as his eyes darted around the room. He flicked on the lamp by his bed and ran hands down his face. His doctor was always in his dreams a happy life turned carnage just to remind him of how messed up he was. He swore he could always feel her in his arms, he could never smell her though but he imagined the apple pie smell would suit her. He was struggling between mindsets of wanting to blank in feral state of dealing with his emotions as the doctors put it. He had no hope here, he lost hope as soon as his mother put him up on that market and ran with the money. He protected Sammy though, got him to an orphanage hopefully. He sighed sitting up in his bed, back against the cool wall. He was used to not having clothes on, he got beaten by some owners if he did. When he was younger the thought made him cringe but now, now it was like a layer of sand paper on his skin. Despite the foam mattress the rehab provided he often stayed on the floor, after the fight today though he assumed he was placed in his bed. It felt odd having some form of comfort under him.
He thought back to the fight, the only time he ever went feral and fought was in the pits or dungeons of rich omegas had under their houses or private islands. He’d been moved around a lot no owner happy with him, too tall, too big, too small, wrong scent, wrong eye colour, wrong hair colour, whatever they wanted to pick on. Course when he did get an owner he was thankful for the roof over his head instead of a crusty shelter.
He remembers the alpha police officer shooting down his handler before getting him and five other alphas out of the shelter and into rehab. He vaguely remembers the isolation and medical injections, he may have broken a few noses and bones before they made him unconscious. He was moved her two weeks later, for the first week the beta that came him made his feral state present more and he zoned out. The second beta he attacked a few times, they reminded him of a fight pit owner. Then came you, he saw you through the glass first before you went into his room on the first day. You sat down against the wall pillow under you as you tapped at your tablet. He felt strange towards you, hated that he couldn’t catch your scent by whatever implant these doctors had. He hated not being able to read you quickly. He didn’t mean to jump you but the moment you asked about his past he was on you. You weren’t overly scared, more worried as you stared at him, his hand able to easily crush your wind pipe. He could hear the guards but didn’t care as he pressed his nose to your scent gland. If he ever did this to an owner he’d be beaten and thrown in a cage for a week. He couldn’t smell you and his rage built, he was frustrated and growled that’s when a shock went through him and to you. His fear went through the roof as you jolted and he rammed the guard off you in order to protect you from more harm. When you left he knew you wouldn’t come back, but you did. You kept coming back each day talking about your farm first, you dog Champ and your occasionally your mother before going into his questions and past. He usually shut off for those, eyes glazed over in his numb feral state. Many omega owners called his broken or strange by his ability to go feral but not attack or rage at anyone and just numbly sit still. He’d been poked and rested on many times with no answer but he didn’t care. Then the dreams started, feverish dreams that had him panting and pining, waiting for you to walk in. He knew you had them too, perhaps the same dreams even. Your cheeks would be redder, you’d fidget more and avoid his eyes. When he attacked that guard he was in a feral rage, he hadn’t seen you that morning and his alpha needed it. When you appeared it was a relief and he almost collapsed on you. You had pulled him out of a feral state and he realised what he had done. He cried on you he felt broken down far too gone and craved your touch. He wanted to be one with you, let you absorb him. Then he felt the collar go on and saw your possessiveness kick in before one of the officers took you away. He saw your body exhausted as you walked away, he’d affected you too.
He hated himself for what he did and didn’t eat or drink what was given him. He avoided his medicine too till he was forced to take it. Then he fell asleep had that dream and awoke. His body once again craved his omega.
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CIA in North Island (Part 2)
Bob Floyd x OC
A new team member joins for a big mission at Top Gun
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"How many pull-ups did you end up doing?" I chuckled, questioning Phoenix as the group headed back into the hangar.
"Bob and I did two hundred, I think Fanboy and Payback did three, Hangman, and Rooster literally killed each other, so they did four." She laughed along with me, putting her helmet under her arm.
"Damn." I sighed, my arms hurting at the thought.
"I say we raise the stakes tomorrow." Hangman declared. "If we make it through in our first three runs tomorrow, you and Agent Taylor have to do one hundred pull-ups."
"We can't force Taylor to do pull-ups, but I will agree for myself." Maverick agreed, offering Hangman his hand.
"That's no fun. Where's the team bonding?" Hangman smirked, looking right at me.
"You all have to succeed in three tries?" I questioned, trying to weigh the pros and cons of this agreement. Sure I could do pull-ups I was in the CIA, for god's sake, but one hundred was a lot.
"Yep." Payback agreed, leaning on one of the tables.
"Did they get it that soon last time?" I asked Maverick.
"Nope."
"Okay, well, I'll take those odds. Deal." I agreed, offering Hangman my hand. He took it, offering me an even bigger smile before letting go.
"Wonderful, then I say we make our way to the bar." Rooster declared, heading towards lockers on the side of the hall. They all followed, depositing their helmets and other gear. The pilots all made their way to the bathrooms as I stood with Maverick, trying to judge whether that invite included me.
"Yes, it does include you." Maverick chuckled, looking at me from the corner of his eye.
"What, you can read minds now?"
"Just body language." He shrugged. "You'd think, for a CIA agent, you'd be better at this."
"I am. I'm just not great in situations like this. Put me on my own mission and I thrive. No one ever suspects the woman." I sassed, shrugging my blazer off and rolling up my shirt sleeves.
"No, they do not." Phoenix agreed, appearing beside up, now decked out in a tank top and a pair of ripped jeans. "Do you need something to change into?" She added, looking at my dress pants specifically.
"Do you have something?" I murmured, glancing down at my pants before glancing back at her.
"Of course I do. I have an extra pair of jeans in my locker. Just give me one sec." She beamed, dashing away as the others started to approach now in civilian clothes. Phoenix gave me the jeans very similar to her own, just lighter colored, and I changed as fast as I could, tucking my pants away in the bathroom behind the paper towel dispenser, an old trick from school. I speed walked back to where the group was standing, chatting away.
"Great! Let's go." Payback declared, holding up his keys. Instinctively, I reached for my own from my pocket, picking them up.
"Perfect! Bob and I are with you." Phoenix declared, looping arms with me before dragging me away, Bob following us like a lost puppy. She jumped into my passenger seat as Bob got in the back. "Don't let Hangman and Payback get to you. They're just stereotypical loud men, they're harmless and trainable."
"Trainable?" Bob piped up, peering around Phoenix's seat to show her his confused expression.
"Yes, men have to be trained, or they're just pains in the ass. Payback and Hangman have the potential to be trained. Fanboy's engaged, so he's already trained. Rooster is in the process, though he likes to take steps backward sometimes. Coyote is basically trained, though it seems like he decides not to be some days, and you're already trained because you had older sisters." She explained easily, jokingly bopping his nose, causing him to scrunch it up.
"She's right." I agreed more so on the general theory and less on how it applied to all of them.
"Interesting." He murmured, sitting back quietly for the rest of the ride as Phoenix and I talked back and forth. Somehow she convinced me to drop her off before I parked the car. I guess she just started talking, and I would listen like the Pied Piper.
"I'll stay and walk her to the bar." Bob offered, when Phoenix jumped out of my car, looking back at him. She just nodded, closing the door and dashing off to catch up with Hangman and Rooster.
"I think I'm under her spell." I laughed, pulling into the parking lot and searching for a spot.
"Yeah, she kind of has that effect on people." I saw him nod through the rearview mirror. "You get used to it, and it's really nice to have on your side when you get into any kind of problem."
"I could see that." I chuckled, putting my car into park once I was properly in a parking spot. We both jumped out, and I locked the car as we headed toward the bar. "Am I about to go through some weird Navy initiation if I walk through these doors?" I joked, stopping right as Bob held the door open for me.
"I can neither confirm nor deny that theory." He chuckled, a smile taking over his face. "Isn't that what you CIA agents are supposed to say?"
"I can neither confirm nor deny that theory." I smiled, sending him a wink as I walked inside.
"Taylor, what's your poison?" Coyote yelled at me the second I was within his eye line.
"She drinks a vodka lemonade." Penny rolled her eyes, putting a filled cup on the counter as I approached.
"Thanks." I smiled, taking the drink willingly.
"I see you've integrated yourself into the group." She smiled, nodding towards the gaggle of pilots scattered around me, drinking or bickering with each other.
"Maybe... the jury's still out." I murmured, glancing at Maverick as he watched Penny and I talk.
"Oh, ignore Mav. He's useless." Penny chuckled, moving to grab a towel it and throw it at the man.
"Noted." I chuckled as he came our way, a smirk on his face. "I'm gonna go socialize. Thanks again for the drink."
"Of course! Go mingle." She beamed, gesturing for me to go move. Before another thought could even come close to gracing my mind, Rooster, and Hangman were suddenly racing to the piano tucked away on one of the walls. Rooster won, and he instantly started playing the song from last night that I did not recognize.
"What is this?" I whispered in Bob's ear as we both stood there watching Fanboy, Coyote, Rooster, and Phoenix sing while Hangman and Playboy grumbled to themselves.
"It's called Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis, I think." Bob shrugged, gesturing to a table near the piano. I led the way and we both took a seat to watch the show.
"I appreciate your group's atmosphere." I chuckled, leaning back in my chair to watch them all dance around obnoxiously. "You get what you need to do done, but you also know how to let loose and enjoy life."
"I think that has to do with the fact that we have a few too many near-death experiences. It sort of opens your eyes to how short life can be." Bob shrugged, tipping back his glass to consume the rest of his beer. "I'm grabbing another, do you want anything?"
"I'm okay." I smiled, holding up my half-full cup as proof. Bob pulled Penny away from her flirting session with Maverick as Hangman came up in front of me.
"I believe it's time for you to join the dance." He smirked, offering me his hand. The rest of the group danced around or near the piano, with huge smiles plastered on their faces.
"I'll have to pass this time." I murmured, leaning farther back in my chair.
"You're sure?" He smiled, putting his head down, but cocking an eyebrow at me.
"I'm sure." I nodded.
"You have to dance with us at least once on this mission." He threatened, pointing a finger at me jokingly.
"When you guys don't die in your first three tries, I'll do the pull-ups and dance with you." I wagered, offering him my own smirk.
"Sounds like a deal to me, Taylor." He beamed, dancing his way back to his buddies.
"Don't make deals with the devil." Bob joked, coming to sit down next to me again.
"What, you're not going to dance with them?" I smiled, tilting my head to look at him suspiciously.
"I'm not much of a dancer. I'm more of a drink, chat and play pool kind of person." He offered, gesturing to us and then the pool tables behind us.
"Well, then, do you want to play?" I smiled, gesturing with my head to the tables.
"If that's something you want to do, sure." He smiled, raising his arm in a 'you lead the way' kind of gesture. I did just that, making my way to an open pool table, grabbing two pool cues as I went. "Thanks." He smiled, taking the one I offered him.
"You break." I offered, leaning across the table from the cue ball. Bob stood up tall, cracked his neck, and aimed. He easily got two balls and stood up, offering me a smile. Taking advantage of his success, I knocked a ball in and then another, missing my third. We went back and forth until we each only had one ball left.
"Here's your time to shine." He joked, narrowing his eyes at me jokingly as I lined up.
"Shut up, your voice is distracting." I tried not to laugh.
"That's kinda the whole point." He smirked. THE Bob Floyd actually smirked at me.
"Shhh." I shushed, going for it and missing. "Well, damn," Bob said nothing, only lining up and sinking the ball. He called the pocket, took his shot, and won like it was the simplest thing he's ever done.
"Good game." He offered, smiling at me as he held his hand out for my cue.
"Good game." I laughed, giving him the pool cue and turning to find the rest of the group. Maverick was still at the bar with Penny, while Hangman was seemingly trying to flirt with some girl with Payback as a wingman. Rooster, Fanboy, and Phoenix were still at a table near the piano. I decided it best to join the piano group.
"Did Bob whoop you at pool?" Phoenix chuckled, obviously a bit drunk.
"Yep. He's a real pool shark." I laughed, pulling up a chair and sitting down.
"I try my best." Bob chuckled, appearing behind Rooster. "When are we planning on leaving? We have training at nine tomorrow."
"Soon. I just want to finish my drink." Fanboy explained, picking up his beer glass and downing it in one sip. "Now we can go."
"Whatever, stupid." Phoenix rolled her eyes. "I'm with you, pretty girl." She slurred, slinging her arm around my shoulder, making me chuckle.
"I'll take the rest of them. Just take Phoenix." Rooster nodded, gesturing for me to head out.
"Thanks! See you guys tomorrow." I waved, securing Phoenix's arm around my shoulder, my car keys in my other hand. I prepared myself to haul her to my car.
"What about Booooob?" She tried to whisper in my ear, even though it wasn't very quiet.
"Bob, you're with us." I declared, too tired to be awkward and anxious right now. I'd had a big first day and wanted to go home and sleep before doing it all over again. Bob blindly followed us out to the car, not saying a single word.
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u know ur touch starved when u get overly excited that one friend touched u like 4 times today and another gave u a hug
#someone help pls#i rly need physical affection :(#he literally bopped me on the head with some paper#fuck#i hate being such a touchy person when i am so overly aware that other people aren’t
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cuddling with his head between your thighs (pt. 2)
pairings: tsukishima x reader, iwaizumi x reader, akaashi x reader
request: Hello! I rly liked ur cuddling between ur thighs head cannon, is there any way I can get that but w tsukishima 😳
a/n: of course you can bb!!<33 i took the liberty to add Iwa and Akaashi, hope you don’t mind (so many thighs guys on this show I swear-) [part 1 and part 3 here!!]
Tsukishima Kei
”can i change the song?”
”no, listen and learn to appreciate good music”
aah yes, your always so sweet boyfriend
it is a sunday afternoon and nothing sounds better than a lazy cuddle session
laying on his bed, you have your back against the wall and his head resting on your thighs
and yeah, this is the exact same boy who says to not care about cuddles (fake bitch)
he craves affection more than he likes to admit
the typical boyfriend who tries to ask for it without saying it
”oh my god, fine. come here to cuddle and stop looking at me like that”
”...i’m not saying no but i was literally in the other room”
anyway there he is, brushing his lips against your thigh while reading his manga
you play with his face, poking at his forehead and gently pulling his ear
”are you almost done?”
”nope”
he sighs loudly, taking your hand to leave some small kisses on your knuckles
then he places it on his chest with his own hand on top of yours
with a giggle, you lower to pull his glasses down and kiss the root of his nose
his cheeks blush like crazy, while he tries to cover his face behind the pages
”stop, i’m reading”
such a shy big big baby
your head starts bopping to the song that is playing
when you take his phone to look at the title, you see the name of the playlist
”songs that remind me of y/n”
Iwaizumi Hajime
”i don’t like this movie”
”you were the one who picked it”
”don’t rub it in my face like that”
you playfully tighten your thighs around his neck
leaving some kisses on them, he turns around on his stomach
with his chin resting on your lap, he looks up at you, lazily placing his hands on your hips
who cares about the movie when you are such a sight for sore eyes
he takes a deep breath, not understanding how your presence alone can make him feel so at peace
you caress his head with a gentle smile
”what are you thinking about? your eyes are sparkling”
he smirks, kissing your tummy
”you”
”you’re not fooling me, what’s really on your mind?”
he chuckles “why do you always have to ruin the moment”
”no babe i’m joking, i love you”
you lower down to cup his face and pepper it with kisses
he rolls his eyes, sighing
”that’s not gonna work”
”so you want me to stop?”
”i didn’t say that”
you giggle, pressing more slow kisses all over his face
a small smile tugs at his lips
”i love you too, but you can no longer choose the movie to watch”
“there it is the sneaky bastard i’m used to”
Akaashi Keiji
he promised to help you with your project, but when he comes home from practice he's visibly tired
do you think that he will listen when you tell him that it doesn’t matter and he should rest?
ofc not, like he’s gonna break a promise he made to YOU
he is now trying to understand the assignment that you have to do, fighting the urge to close his eyes
”i think i got it, it shouldn’t take much time”
he rambles about nothing, just a bunch of disconnected phrases coming out of his mouth
you try to follow his delirium while his voice lowers progressively
but when you see his head slowly falling down, you manage to rest it on your lap
now that he’s passed out, you can finally go back to your work
even when you’re done with your papers, you stay still patting his head
when you suddenly feel his hand gingerly squeezing your thigh
”you’re such a nice pillow, you know that?”
he looks up at you with just one eye open and a smirk
”look who’s awake! hi sleepy head”
he slowly gets up stretching a bit
”why didn't you wake me?”
”you were so tired love and by the way i’m already done”
”i’m sorry, next time i’ll be more helpful”
he yawns and falls asleep on you again
#haikyuu#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu images#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu fluff#tsukishima kei#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima x y/n#tsukishima x you#tsukishima headcanons#tsukishima imagine#tsukishima scenarios#tsukishima fluff#Iwaizumi Hajime#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi x you#iwaizumi x y/n#iwaizumi headcanons#iwaizumi imagine#iwaizumi scenarios#iwaizumi fluff#akaashi keiji#akaashi x reader#akaashi x you#akaashi x y/n#akaashi headcanons#akaashi imagine
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past the happily ever after - wong kunhang
pairing - wong kunhang x reader
genre - post breakup!au; angst; music producer! hendery;
summary - bumping into your ex reopens some unhealed wounds.
word count - 2k
warnings - none that i could point out
as you waited for the employee to wash his hands and get back to you to take your order, you glance around the shop a little more, quaint little wooden tables are lined up messily and on top of them, matching brown stands which are home to almost 5 spoons, forks and knives respectively per table. The sunlight coming in abundance right in to illuminate every nook and cranny of the corner cafe.
It’s not too crowded here, maybe because 3:00 pm is not exactly the definition of a rush hour.
the bells of the coffee shop rang and scanning the whole room, just to feed your curiosity more, you turned back. And when you do, you really wish you hadn’t, because just in the span of a mere second, your heart is ripped out of the place its caged in between your lungs because all of the time you’ve spent thinking about this moment did not prepare you for when it’s really happening. You turn back quickly, after freezing in your place when you first see him, and you’re scared that anyone who looks at you right now, including him, can see right through you and feel the trembling in your knees. But more than fear and awkwardness it was a simple debate of feelings of love and hate both that made you freeze right now.
Countless accusations, numerous insults, you had so many questions for him, so many secrets to spill, it had come to an extent where you would imagine him sitting next to you jst to calm your overwhelmedness.
But you had later come to a conclusion. If your love meant nothing to him, neither will your hate.
And hendery was just as shook as he spotted you and your face registered itself into his brain.
the smell of pancakes, the small noise of it crackling on the pan, the sun pouring in just like in the cafe, but a little dimmer, the morning version of it. from the small windows of your apartment, soft music playing at a low volume and you’re humming along to it.
“y/n,” he calls out and that’s your cue to know he’s already up and you flip the pancake and walk over to him still lying in bed, adoring the rising sun from his position on the bed.
“Why did you wake up so early?” He mumbles groggily. “It’s your holiday today, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” you make your way back to the kitchen, “i just had a craving,” the pancake is perfectly golden when you take it out and place the batter for the next one.
A few moments later you hear the shuffling of feet before a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a face nuzzles itself in your neck.
“goodmorning, dery.”
“Mmh,” he inhales your scent as if it was the very oxygen he breathes, and when he does exhale it tingles on your neck.
Turning off the stove, you turn to him and catch his lips in a slow and chaste ‘good morning, honey’ and ‘i want this forever’ kiss.
“Hey, y/n,” hendery currently has his hands in his pockets and you can hear the awkwardness in his voice, someone who was ever so frank and comfortable with you. You can swear this guy grows more beautiful each time you see him. The last was almost a fat six months later after you broke up with him, on an instagram story of a mutual friend of you both. You muted his story after that and it took you two weeks to stop listening to taylor swift after that. And now, it’s two years later but you still love this man as much as you did the first time you ever said it to him.
“hendery, hey, didn’t expect to run into you,” you pray that he can’t feel the beating of your heart which in your opinion is vibrating enough for your body to shake visibly.
“Yeah, me neither, how are you though? Long time no see,”
“Yeeah, i’m fine, just a little over the place.”
“Oh, well.”
The employee behind you both could literally feel the tension between you both from where he was standing. Either way, he needed to get over both of your orders before any one of you messed it up and made the other leave. It could strongly affect the revenue of this small cafe.
“Miss, what would you like to order?” He calls out to you, causing you to turn.
“Oh, yeah. A caramel macchiato, please.”
“And, you, sir?”
“I’ll have an Americano, thanks.”
“So it’s a combined order?”
And the next few seconds is just you and hendery awkwardly communicating through your eyes asking if the other’s okay with having coffee together and strangely enough even against your best interests, you both are.
“Okay, i’ll have it on your table in a few,” and the man disappears behind the curtain, quite proud of himself. If this one couple made it together, if they were broken up right now, their kids would hear of this cafe. He giggled and went on with his work.
As for you, it was not at all like the time you had once imagined in the shower how meeting hendery would be like. There were no slaps, no “fuck you’s” and absolutely no drama unlike how you imagined it in the shower.
You sat opposite on one of the round tables, besides the glass panel.
“So how have you been?”
“Oh, good. Just finished an album I was working on, a week ago. And damn, I'm tired.”
“Oh,”
the music blasted through your ear and you hit the lower volume button as you rolled your eyes at hendery, if he continued to keep the volume this much, he’d end up losing his hearing, for sure. You try to tell him that, which comes across more as a shout than a normal tone to him because of your inability to listen to your own voice above the song. He nods carelessly, he’s just concentrated on your expressions as you listen to the track.
but it's just the way it was, life wasn’t always a happy ending, it was rough without any mercy. and you weren’t a fictional character, neither was this a fairytale.
You’re in his lab today, chocolate wrappers, guitar, papers here and there, the nightlife hours starting outside. And you are both sitting opposite each other, you’re sitting on hendery’s usual seat, a comfortable huge chair you loved to dominate whenever you’d drop by here and he’s sitting on a random stool that was lying outside, not complaining a bit.
“So, um,” you remove the headphones a few minutes later. And hendery listens in rapt attention, something you wished he did when you asked him to choose which dress he liked better on you,
“I hate to tell you this, hendery,” his expressions tighten as he tenses his jaw, “but, babe, you’ve nailed it this time around too!!!” You scream and envelope him in a hug.
And poor hendery is still shocked, but he hugs back as it soaks in his mind.
“This song is gonna be the shit people hear on loops, hendery, loops! This is a bop,” he pulls away.
“You really think so?” You nod your head.
He hugs you again, more tightly, “i love you,”
“So,” he drums his finger on the table after a long few minutes of awkward silence. The order still hasn't come. And you both have been looking at the other tables, there weren’t many people here.
“How’s life been for you, aside from your profession?” he asks.
“I don’t think I quite gave it much time, don’t regret it though, what about you?” your profession, for you, had been something of a coping mechanism in the past few years, it had been something you had given your everything to, and strangely enough it hadn’t packed up its bags one day and said, ‘we aren’t working anymore,’ and left.
“Oh yeah, no, i did try to make it work with someone, it’s going good for now.”
The last nail in your coffin. It takes up your entire energy to not flip the table over him and run away from not only the city, but the country and never leave a chance to ever bump into him again, because you see you did try to forget him.
But it never happened. It was just automatically that your hand reached over to the other pillow in your bed to ruffle hendery’s hair to wake him up to only be met with the cold side of the bed, and to take out two cups of ramen, only to quickly keep it back inside and to pretend it never happened.
“That’s nice,”
And thankfully, the cafe guy is coming over with your drinks.
And you sip on your macchiato as it gets awkward again. You can’t bear to look him in the eyes, no. It just cracks your very soul and you suddenly get annoyed with the fact that if he wanted he would have kept the girlfriend thing to himself, but he had to put it all in your face.
But your thoughts wander furthermore after this, does she get to listen to his songs firsthand? Does she get to eat the food he makes? gets to ruffle his hair first thing in the morning? gets to wrap her arms around him and feel his heartbeat?
hendery slammed his hands on the steering wheel. He had fucked up. Big time. Plus the traffic wasn’t budging. He rested his head in his hands. The cars honked occasionally and the city lights hurt his eyes, an upbeat song was playing over the radio in a low volume and the car was warmer than the outside.
This was the third time in a row he’s done this. And he could feel the guilt build up in him, he wasn’t worried about your reaction to this.
You’d kiss him, tell him to not worry about it and go to sleep as it was probably late and he would be tired.
He was scared that this was gonna keep happening and he’s gonna wake up without you instead of you sobbing softly out in the living room. He was afraid he had messed you up too much. And what for?
The traffic clears as he presses the accelerator and lets go as fast as he can.
And back home you’re not disappointed, you’re just tired. You weren’t upset that hendery hadn’t showed up, but he hadn’t even texted you, surely it would take just a second.
But it was okay, he had work. It was important. You sighed as you slipped into your pyjamas and moved to the sofa to watch something.
And you hear the key turning then, signalling hendery was home, you stand up to greet him and as soon as he’s visible, a sympathetic look is plastered on his face.
“I’m sorry….” you hug him before he can complete and he hugs back with equal force.
“‘S alright, hendery, it’s fine.” And you rub his back.
And suddenly you hear a sobbing sound from him. A long and choked up noise and you pull away to get a good look on his face.
“dery?” You cup his face, “what’s wrong, honey?”
“Oh, babe, i’m not going anywhere.” You crawl close to him and wrap your arms around him. “I’m gonna be right here hendery, and things like these happen all the time, but that doesn’t change the fact that i love you, okay? I’m gonna stay. I’m gonna be with you as long as you want me to.”
“I messed up, I mess up all the time, why are you even here?” He’s sitting down now, crying in his hands.
He nods as his sniffles fade away slowly and you’re both just sitting on the floor, holding each other, knowing no one’s gonna go away.
“And, um, y/n, i have to tell you something.” He finally speaks up. His body language tells you it’s been what he’s wanting to tell you since you met at the counter and you nod at him to continue.
“I wanted to apologise.”
You almost spit your drink.
“Why?” Even though you know the answer, you want him to confess his sins. Confess the fact that he threw a forever away in a matter of a moment, that he didn’t listen to what you had to say.
“I’m sorry for what I did, I truly and genuinely loved you and I made a huge mistake. Everyday I think about what could’ve been if I didn’t do what I did.”
loved.
But that made the two of you if he thought about it. It was okay now, now that you met him, now that he apologised to you, know that you’ll say “it’s okay,” to him, piece by piece it’ll start to get better. You believed it.
You’ll still love wong kunhang, but a little less maybe.
the silence in your home is biting. You can hear the low whirring of the air conditioner and the tick tocking of the clock. The text bell breaks the silence though, for a second, but it does.
“Coming home, give me 5 minutes.”
hendery wasn’t late. He just hadn’t came home for the entirety of last week. He has to work on this new album, he’d said to you when you called him this morning. Normally he had told you not to call him when he was working since it broke his link of working but it was out of hand now.
And he told you he’d come home today and talk.
You sighed as the lock clicked, and he closed the door behind him.
He throws a small smile at you, “y/n,” and he knows this is going to be hard when you don’t return it.
He sits beside you as you try your best to not let the tears fall, “what?”
“I’m sorry but this isn’t the way i want to see you, i want you to be happy-“
“Well, then damn, dery, keep me happy!”
“Will you let me complete?” You glare at him as you blink more to keep the tears at bay.
“Look, I realised that i want to see you happy, but i’m just simply, i can’t. So,” he takes your hand and grazes it with his own.
“So, i’m letting you go, y/n,”
“What the actual fuck ‘letting me go’?” Now there's no meaning in trying to keep the tears hidden, they come as fast as you stop trying to hide them.
“The thing is hendery, if you would’ve been sorry right now, i would have honestly had no problems in being here again and to end up in this same situation, i would go through it all again, but the fact that you just want back away is so disgusting,”
“Sorry would have meant that i would no longer do it again, y/n, and you know my work, I can’t keep promises,”
“So that’s it? We’re finishing this conversation and you’re taking out all the shirts from our wardrobe?”
His silence is a reply enough, and you can’t do anything but sit there as quietly as you shushing yourself and hoping this was someone else in min hendery's body and that tomorrow you’d wake up to him apologising and explaining how his body got swapped with someone else.
But it never did happen
“It’s okay, hendery. You did what was best for both of us,” you take a sip from your drink. “I couldn’t see it then, but I do see it now,”
“You do?” He raises his eyebrows,
“Yes,” you nod gently.
And his phone rings. “Excuse me, i gotta take this,”
And he’s barely a few steps away from the table when he receives the call and says, “yes, babe, i’m coming i just met an old friend.”
And you smile. It was okay. You’ll probably cry yourself to sleep tonight but tomorrow will be better, and you will be better again.
#prism.nw#neoturtles#nct x reader#wayv imagines#wayv x reader#wayv scenarios#nct x gender neutral reader#nct drabbles#nct scenarios#nct angst#nct x y/n#wayv#wayv hendery#wayv angst#wayv smau#hendery imagines#hendery x you#hendery x reader#hendery#nct timestamps#nct oneshot#nct fluff#nct u scenarios#nct u x reader#kpop x reader#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#nct wayv
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Prompt: Geraskier modern au. Jaskier bringing Geralt home on holiday. They’re pretending to date so Jaskier’s parents won’t bombard him asking when he’ll find someone and when they’ll have grandkids. Maybe even a fake engagement? They’re both pining without even realizing and maybe a mistletoe kiss on Christmas Eve will open their eyes. (geraskier-trashh)
Dani <3 I always seem to vibe with your prompts! Once again this is 2.3k. I didn’t get the mistletoe in but... well. I’m pretty happy with it. Fake dating at Christmas!! 💖
Warnings: Some hurt/comfort feels, I’m pretty sure everyone cries at one point or another, lots of pining.
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Jaskier and Geralt stood in the doorway to Jaskier’s old childhood room. One single bed was pushed up against the wall, posters of Jaskier’s old favourite bands plastered around the room. Jaskier was gripping Geralt’s hand too tightly, having not let go from when he’d dragged Geralt upstairs to get away from the interrogation of his family. Geralt let out a long sigh and pulled them both into the room, dumping his rucksack on the ground in the corner.
“Ah, I. umm…. I seem to have miscalculated,” Jaskier stammered.
“No shit.”
“I thought, you know. Huge mansion!” He flung his arms out as if to make a point. “I didn’t expect that we’d have to… you know.”
“It didn’t occur to you that it might look strange if we don’t share?” Geralt asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jaskier huffed and put his hands on his hips, tossing his fringe from his eyes. Geralt was moving around the tiny room, his banged up bass case finding space next to Jaskier’s violin, his black hoody thrown over the old desk chair in the corner. Jaskier felt a tug at his heartstrings as he watched Geralt carve out a space for himself in Jaskier’s old bedroom, just like he’d carved out a Geralt sized space in Jaskier’s hearts oh so many years ago. Jaskier flexed his fingers and pulled his necklace pendant into his mouth, this was such a bad idea. What had he been thinking?
It was own bloody fault for lying to his parents for years behind Geralt’s back. It had just been so hard with their constant pressure to find a partner whilst he was pining helplessly over his best friend, so he’d lied and for five years he’d managed to find excuses for avoiding the family Christmas meet up. This year his luck had run out and he’d had to come clean to his friend. He’d thought Geralt was going to murder him at first, his face had gone bright red with rage and he’d not said a bloody word, which was just Geralt all over. Over a tense dinner of instant noodles and boxed wine, Geralt had muttered that he’d do it… and so, here they were.
“Yeah, well, I forgot.”
Geralt rolled his eyes. “You forgot? That you’d told your parents that we’ve been dating for five years?”
“Six years… Our anniversary was two weeks ago,” Jaskier muttered, shuffling awkwardly on his feet and giving Geralt a sheepish smile.
“Our anniversary? For fuck’s sake, Jask.”
“I’m sorry! I meant to tell them we’d broken up but—”
“But what?”
“—but they always seemed so happy that I wasn’t alone, and to be honest it was nice.”
Geralt scoffed. “Nice?”
“Yeah,” Jaskier sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I. I didn’t feel so alone.”
Geralt sighed and pulled him into a hug. Jaskier buried his face in Geralt’s chest and whined. “You’re my best friend, Jask.”
Jaskier closed his eyes, grateful that Geralt couldn’t see his face. He could feel the lump in his throat, a dull never-ending ache in his chest. Best friend. That’s what they were, he should be thankful that Geralt allowed him that much, but fuck he loved him so damn much. No matter how much Jaskier flirted with Geralt, called him cute little nicknames, and practically admitted his love for his friend on a daily basis… Geralt never saw him as anything more than a friend, but god he drove Jaskier mad. He was always so damned thoughtful all the time, cooking dinner when Jaskier was at work even though Jaskier could never return the favour, hence the instant noodles for dinner, or letting Jaskier choose the film when he’d had a bad anxiety day, which happened more often than he liked to admit.
Geralt was his best friend, he was the bestest friend that anyone could ask for so really Jaskier couldn’t complain. He was just… hopelessly in love.
He laughed and pulled back from the hug. “Don’t you mean boyfriend?” He waggled his eyebrows and bopped Geralt’s nose.
“Hmm, fine, but we have got to break up by next year.”
Jaskier’s hand flew to his heart, gasping as he totally pretended to be completely heartbroken. There wasn’t an ounce of reality in the way his heart literally felt like it was shattering in a million pieces. He scoffed, covering up the way his hands were shaking by tugging at the edge of his jumper. “Fine, but I get to dump you.”
“Nope, it’s your mess. I’m breaking up with you,” Geralt grumbled.
Jaskier put his hands on his hips and glared at Geralt. “As if you would break up with this arse!” He laughed and turned to wiggle his butt at Geralt.
“I’ve seen better.”
Jaskier gasped and turned to poke Geralt in the chest. “Take that back!”
“Not going to happen.”
“Geralt!” Jaskier flung himself dramatically into Geralt’s arms, Geralt caught him as he always did, and Jaskier pouted up at him. “You’re mean.”
“Are you boys fighting already?”
Jaskier squeaked as Geralt dropped him to the floor. His mother was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed in front of her chest, a smirk on her face. “No. No no no. Of course not, nope. Geralt?”
“No, Mrs Pankratz.” Geralt pulled him to his feet and Jaskier wrapped his arms around Geralt’s waist, placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“All good here, mother!”
“Dinner’s ready, hurry up.”
“We’ll be there in just a jiffy!” Jaskier sang as he leant into Geralt’s side. As his mother’s footsteps faded off down the hall he reached up to whisper in Geralt’s ear, “Showtime, darling.”
Geralt groaned. “Fuck.”
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Dinner wasn’t going too badly. Luckily Geralt and Jaskier had been best friends for most of their lives so there wasn’t much they didn’t know about each other. Honestly the only thing really missing from their friendship to make it more of a traditionally romantic one was the snogging. They went out of friend dates all the time, they lived together, and in all honesty they loved each other. Jaskier just made sure to double the use of pet names in front of his family, and he allowed himself to touch Geralt as much as he wanted, which was pretty much always. They held hands on top of the table, awkwardly eating one handed. Jaskier brought Geralt’s knuckles to his lips in between main and dessert, winking at his friend. It was so fucking easy to believe this was real. For two days he was getting everything he ever wanted. He was going to be heartbroken when this was over.
Geralt flushed and growled under his breath before kissing Jaskier’s cheek, much to delight of Jaskier’s parents.
“Julian, you know we won’t be offended if you want to kiss your boyfriend properly?”
Jaskier’s heart sank and he gripped Geralt’s hand tighter. They hadn’t discussed this. They really should have discussed this, but Jaskier had assumed two days without kissing in front of his parents would have been fine. Of course, his mother would decide to be cool. “Mother, really?” He groaned and hid his face in Geralt’s arm.
“You’ve been dating for six years, Julian. Your father had proposed by then when we were dating,” his mother sighed and smiled ever so sweetly at his father. “Don’t be shy, honey.”
“Mother!” Jaskier whined.
Geralt cleared his throat and Jaskier gazed up at his friend. There was a mischievous glint in Geralt’s eyes that Jaskier did not like the look of. He shook his head slowly at Geralt but it was too late. “Actually, Mrs Pankratz. I umm… I did have something to ask Jaskier,”
“Geralt…”
“The umm… well I wrapped it, but I guess now is as good as ever,” Geralt stood up and pulled Jaskier into the living room, ignoring his protests. Geralt pulled a small wrapped box from the tree, kneeling at Jaskier’s feet as he hand him the box.
Jaskier’s eyes went wide… what the actual fuck was happening? Jaskier thought back to his Christmas list. It was mostly nerdy shit and stuff for his instruments… nerdy shit. “Oh bollocks!” He yelled as he remembered a very specific piece of costume jewellery he’d asked for.
Was Geralt about to fake propose using the ring… like… the ring… from Lord of the Rings? Oh god, he was going to die from embarrassment. Jaskier’s hands shook as he tore at the wrapping paper. The velvety box fell into his hands, the familiar Elvish inscription was pressed into the black velvet. He hid a laugh behind his hand as Geralt gently took the box and opened it. Jaskier barely heard the shrieks from his mother as Geralt winked at him.
“Jask, the last,” Geralt paused and scowled “six years of my life have been the happiest of my life.”
“Geralt,” Jaskier whined, his heart thumping in his chest despite the fact he knew it wasn’t real.
“I’m thankful that I finally stopped being afraid of what I felt, feel, for you, and umm, well asked you out,” Geralt licked his lips, he actually seemed nervous, which was utterly ridiculous. He was a better actor than Jaskier had anticipated. “Can’t imagine how different today would have been if I hadn’t made the choice that day, the choice to be brave instead of a coward.”
Jaskier couldn’t help but reach forward to cup Geralt’s cheek, his hand moving on its own accord. “You’re the bravest man I know.”
Geralt laughed bitterly. “Not always, but ah fuck, you distracted me.”
“Sorry?” Jaskier giggled. “Would it help if I said yes?”
“Yes,” Geralt grumbled.
Jaskier knelt down opposite Geralt. “Yes.”
And then they were kissing, because that was what you did when you got engaged, wasn’t it? Only they weren’t really engaged, they weren’t even dating. Tears streamed down Jaskier’s cheeks as he kissed his friend with all the feelings that he could never admit, holding Geralt’s face in his hands. They were both panting by the time they pulled apart. “I love you, dear heart.”
Geralt, to Jaskier’s surprise, was also crying. He smiled sadly back at Jaskier as he brushed the tears from Jaskier’s cheek. “I love you too, Jask.” And then he slipped the ring onto Jaskier’s finger.
Jaskier swallowed and bit back a sob. “Fuck.”
Geralt tilted his head and glanced towards the ceiling. Jaskier nodded, hugging his arms around his chest. “I think we need a moment alone,” Geralt muttered and scooped Jaskier up into his arms.
Jaskier mother, also crying because apparently Christmas Eve dinner was a disaster, nodded. “Take all the time you need, darlings."
Geralt nodded and Jaskier hummed pressing his face into Geralt’s neck, desperately trying not to lose his grip on reality. They weren’t engaged. The mantra ran through his head obsessively. One more day, they would exchange presents, maybe a standard kiss under the mistletoe and then by next year’s Christmas Geralt would have broken up with him, and Jaskier’s parents would be none the wiser that it had all been a ruse.
A ruse, an pretence, an act.
Only it wasn’t an act, not for him.
“Fucking shit balls,” He mumbled into Geralt’s shirt as his bedroom door was kicked open. Jaskier practically leapt from Geralt’s arms and into the mess of bedsheets, hiding from the love of his life and pseudo fiancé.
“Jaskier, I’m sorry. I took it too far.” Geralt mumbled, sitting down on the bed next to where Jaskier was curled into a ball.
“No,” Jaskier mumbled. “I just overreacted, I… ah fuck it. I wanted it to be real. I’m sorry!”
“You,” Geralt stammered. “You wanted it to be real?”
Jaskier laughed haughtily and threw off the covers, wiping his eyes and glaring at Geralt. “Of course I fucking did. I told my parents we were dating… for six fucking years!”
“And you never once mentioned any of this to me?”
Jaskier rolled his eyes. “Because I couldn’t lose you!”
“I didn’t want to lose you either.”
Jaskier’s eyes went wide as he gaped at Geralt. “Hang on what? What does that mean? Geralt? Please do not tell me that means what I think it means!”
“I love you,” Geralt whispered “always have.”
“No, no no no!” Jaskier whined as his head hit the headboard. “Fuck.”
“Sorry.”
Jaskier laughed, the disbelief and sheer happiness in his heart overwhelming him. “Oh my fucking god, Geralt!” Geralt growled and stood up but Jaskier caught his hand. “Don’t you see?”
“No, care to let me into the joke?”
“We could have been dating for years!” Jaskier cried and then slapped a hand over his mouth, not wanting his parents to hear their argument. “This,” he waved his left hand at Geralt. “could have been real?”
Geralt frowned, his gaze flickering between Jaskier’s hand and his eyes. He sighed and a faint smiled graced his lips. “Maybe we should try dating first? Proposing on the first date is a bit much.”
Jaskier laughed and pulled Geralt into another kiss, his tears ones of happiness this time. He stroked Geralt’s cheek as they pulled apart. “What about the second date?”
“Jask,” Geralt groaned.
“Ok, the third date,” He laughed and Geralt shut him up with another quick kiss.”
“Your turn to propose,” Geralt mumbled against his lips as Jaskier slipped his hand up Geralt’s shirt.
“I don’t think I can beat proposing with the ring, dearest,” He giggled as Geralt pushed him back against the mattress, his nose running along Jaskier’s jaw.
“You’ll think of something.”
Jaskier grinned as Geralt’s lips crashed against his. He would think of something, something spectacular, but for now he was too busy kissing his boyfriend, grand marriage proposals would have to wait until next Christmas. They could make it a tradition.
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hs3 spoilers - first listen through thoughts
okay so. literally just stream of consciousness as i listened. these are out of order from how i listened bc i'm messy.
daydream the start of this reminds me of a bollywood song lmao. wtffff love me like you pay me AAA OK paid for it. something to dream about aw this is a really sweet song. not sure what the fuck was going on with that line at the start though had me thinking it was another fuck beards song. HUH what if it's like. a commentary on celebrity - we (fan's) pay for it and ask for all of their (celebs') love, parasocial relationships a thing to dream about ect, also how 1d was marketed to be dream bf's. hm i like that interp gonna roll it around in my head some more.
just keep driving GOD. it's about the miscommunication or the lack of communication we want to push it aside and just keep driving, the thingy about clouds withheld dark stuff AAA again not communicating. defenseless say's hi. it's also capital W wierd sir what is this your shopping list? fr tho feels like the beauty papers video ad? i'm sure there's some hyper specific connection for each one can't wait for the fbi larries to find them.
sattellite AFJDSF about isolation and it's affects and wanting to be there for someone even when you physically can't and distances growing between people and overcoming those because they always end being pulled to each other. spaces an this are very distant cousins. Vibes are amazing sonically very cool
daylight kitchen mention harry astrology bitch confirmed blue bird GOOD GOD? again always being there with/for someone even when you physically can't like. babe we get it. bicycles again? YOU ARE THE ANTIDOTE. but also that thingy about cocoa (?) idk what that's about, cut out my middle (butterfly???) you don't have time for me forced to be apart bc of other obligations? and missing someone basically? mildly confused by the exact lyrics but the vibes 10/10 and the chorus is again so sweet and so so soft i love it.
little freak hlbluegreeners. kitchen again. it's about the COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP SHIT SJFKF. adore u vibes in that you don't need anything from them just content to think about/adore them TRACK SUIT PONYTALE MAKE FUN OF ME RED WINE AND A GINGER ALE. birthmark i'm confused? feet first line that's very too young of u. yes ankle broke joke.
love of my life news = media narratives/ scrutiny they aint a fan of it. who tf is johnny. GOD THIS IS GORGEOUS, HOME 1D lost till u find it. didn't want to leave him behind. okay dunno where ur lying when you fly vs little freak. coordinates very cryptic sir. love love love this song he sounds so good his voice is so rich it's a thick comforter being wrapped around you
late night Sexy intro TRUMPETS share a single bed :) CHANGE ALWAYS YOU literally thee louis parallels CHANGE AGAIN gimme a call, THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE WANTS TO BE THERE FOR HIS PERSON. EVERY OTHER SONG. i love this song there's nothing left to say reminds me of sleepovers with a friend and saying the things you can only say in the safety of night like dreams and hopes and plans and confessions. and also about being gay what more do you want.
cinema ugh. this feels. blatantly stunty and in a album Full of love songs it's the only really sexualized one idk. i'm sure someone with a big enough brain will find some sort of non stunt interp which i'd love to hear
boyfriends i mean i've already talked about it love the joni vibes and half a world away lyrics and i'm sticking to my original interpretation
grape juice wow a bop from the start. also Loud whispering harold. hideaway from the rest of the world hmm. kinda confused about i got over it, what is it? something old and red idek hat this is but. long term relationships and also bc my mind is prisoned rn red ofmd fabric thingy :) paid more than i did back then? there's Something here i just can't grab it rn. what is 'it'?? i'd assume the obv answer is love but that doesn't rlly fit with the prior lines. so you need the person even though it's getting harder to do so/costs you more. GARDEN PLACES WE'D BEEN say this is about gemma i dare you. I DARE YOU. i'm so old and wise mumbles. grape juice blues hmm drunk reminiscing, dunno precisely what's the deal but it's a bop
mathilde made me cry. anyway it's about the found family, the terror of leaving it behind in search of something better. okay this song really hits for various reasons. and like yes found family is so often inherently queer but this just even more obvious. yah maybe i;m projecting but it really feels like so much of the advice i see older queer folk give younger ones. hmm bring sun to the darkest days hmmm. lights up. i'm crying again. tea and toast nice domestic. you don't have to go home it's about making a home you want and belong to when the one you came from wasn't truly a home to begin with. start a family that will always show you love could this be any more clear. mathilde bc it's like matilda?
sushi restaurant green eyes hm, is it about him? no? egg i think there was one other egg mention. was this a fic or was there a thing about hl getting ice cream and one of the orders was with flakes? idk. i'm hungery why so much food? blue bubblegum. go broke?? i don't knoww. oh the just a little taste cause i love you babe Vibes. OH GOD it reminda me of oh i really hate you right now i hate my brain. green tea. sorry why so much blue green imagery Why. scoobadoobydoobboopboo!!! i'm not gonna get lost i'm not gonna go broke OHH was there first someone speaking to him? abt artistic integrity vision? eat the stars i approve. Oh yet another commentary on celeb culture? like literally a taste of the high life people are insatiable ect ect. i don't really think so but maybe?
ok obv don't take this too seriously even in terms of how i interpreted stuff it was just whatever popped into my head and it's like. 3:30 am now. kinda feel like doing some analysis on some more of these so we'll see.
#it's now 7 ish in the morning thank god i didn't post this last night because there were loads of spelling errors.#hs3#mine#lyric analysis
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So...ahaha...*holds out credit card* Head cannons of Aizawa, Hawks, Bakugo, and Shinsou reacting to seeing their chubby black twin babies after a long day of work? The babies have their dad’s hair or eye color but they got the skin and hair texture of their Mama. 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💥💥💳💥
This is the cutest request in the world anon
🧣This mans just wants to crash on the bed
🧣This particular day at work was really taxing physically and he's literally running on fumes
🧣He can barely make it through the door without passing out
🧣Poor guy doesn't even have enough energy to announce that he's home, and he loves his students, but they're definitely bigger than a handful
🧣He toys his shoes off, and he can only make it to the couch, sitting down and letting his head fall back
🧣You already knew how hard his day was because you barely heard him come in, so you carefully sneak into the living room, your twins in your arms
🧣He jumps slightly when he feels the light weight on him, lifting his head up to see his kids sitting on each of his legs
🧣His demeanor changes instantly, a sleepy but wide smile appearing on his face
🧣"Da!" your daughter says, the only thing she can manage right now while your son yells "Sho!" picking it up from hearing you call your husband by his first name
🧣He brings them closer to him, peppering kisses on their faces, making them shriek happily, the tired look in his eyes replaced with immense happiness
🧣He watches them laugh and smile before they both start to reach for each other, messing with each other's hands
🧣And he huffs softly, both of them the spitting image of you, and the same thought of being so lucky to have them and you in his life plays in his head once again
🧣You lean down and he's meeting you halfway, both of you exchanging a quick but loving kiss, and your kids start rubbing their eyes
🧣You go to reach for them, but he pulls them closer to his chest
🧣"What're you doing?" he whispers before he yawns, his eyes red with fatigue
🧣"You're tired, baby," you respond, and he shrugs as he moves them to lay on his chest, both of them snuggling into him
🧣"So are they. I can stay here for a while." You give him a soft look, your kids already out like a light as your husband yawns again, his eyes drooping
🧣You hum softly before you kiss all of their foreheads, Aizawa's breathing already slowing and evening out
🐥He actually came in through the door this time, so tired, he didn't even realize it
🐥So, he's surprised when he doesn't immediately see his kids when he walks in
🐥Worry sets in instantly, but then he hears small gasps, and he looks up to see them sitting in front of the balcony, which is where he usually comes in
🐥They jump up quickly and run over to him. "Daddy!" The tired frown on his face is gone immediately, and he's crouching down to their level, picking them up in his arms
🐥The girls wrap their tiny arms around his neck, their wings flapping wildly, and he rubs his face in their curls, his body relaxing
🐥"What were my birdies up to today?" he asks, setting them down, and they start to bounce on their feet excitedly, their curls doing the same
🐥"We learned how to fly!" one of them practically yells, and he responds with a dramatic gasp
🐥"No way!" He looks up when he hears your chuckle and your footsteps
🐥"I told them they had to wait for you if they wanted to go outside."
🐥"I can fly higher than she can!" Both of you laugh softly, and this of course starts a competition of who can fly the highest
🐥He holds his hands out when they show him, both of them sticking their tongue out in concentration as their feet slowly and shakily leave the ground
🐥He takes a step back as you keep your hands out, ready to catch them, and he has them fly towards him
🐥You clap your hands when they reach him, and he cheers excitedly before lifting himself off the ground as well, spinning them around
🐥They both giggle loudly before sets them back down before helping them with steadying themselves
🐥"Look, Daddy, mines are glowing!" She yells, making her sister say the same thing, both of them turning around and proudly showing him
🐥And he enthusiastically "oohs" and both of you figure it partially comes from your quirk
🐥For the rest of the night, he helps them, catching them before they can hit the ground, encouraging them, and giving them tips
🐥They all end up tuckering themselves out, and you find them sitting in his lap, sleeping against his chest
🐥Keigo is asleep as well, his wings curled around them protectively as he sits on the floor, his soft snores filling the room
💥He was very, very close to punching a wall when he got home, his day at work making him way more than irritated
💥But what he doesn't do is slam the door because ain't no way in hell you allow that especially now that you have kids
💥He actually got home really late, stuck with paperwork to fill out, so he's very careful and quiet with taking his shoes off
💥He actually freezes for a second when he hears your footsteps, and he turns around, the anger seeming to vanish when you walk towards him with your twins in your arms
💥"They didn't wanna go to sleep until you got home," you whisper, and both of them rub their eyes
💥Bakugou smiles softly, stepping forward to brush the curls out of their faces, carefully pushing up the masks that match his hero suit onto their foreheads
💥"Hey, you little monsters," he starts quietly, taking the both of them out of your arms. "It's past your bedtime."
💥"We wanted to show you our suits," your son says, and you straighten out their clothes, revealing his suit, which is just a big t-shirt with the outline of his suit on it
💥He chuckles softly, the smile on his face widening. "They look awesome," he compliments, and they bounce tiredly in his arms
💥"We wanna be like you," your other son says, and Bakugou feels his heart swell as he walks the both of them into their room
💥"You guys are gonna be better than me," he replies, making them smile as they curl further into him
💥He goes to put one of them in their bed, but he grabs into him tighter so he won't let him go
💥"You gotta go to bed, bud," he tells him
💥"You haven't told us a story yet," your son says, his words obscured by a yawn
💥You give them a fond look, knowing he's already given in, and he manages his way on the bed, leaning against the headboard
💥"Well, today, I had to take down this villain, with no help from the sidekicks, tch." He rolls his eyes, making you do the same
💥"But I took him in down in an instant. Just one explosion, boom!" he whisper yells, jolting them slightly
💥He's not even halfway done and they're already asleep, Bakugou already on his way out
💥And later, when you're definitely sure he's asleep, you take a picture and make it your new lock screen
🟣Work seemed to be more stressful today even though he wasn't even there for long
🟣All he wanted to do was lay down, a headache already starting to form as he walks through the door
🟣He rubs at his head with a heavy sigh as he hears a pair of footsteps running towards him, and two pairs of arms wrapping around his legs
🟣"Daddy! You're home!" He winces slightly at the high volume, but smiles nonetheless, crouching down to his daughters' level
🟣"Yeah, I am. How are my babies doin'?" They nearly tackle him to the floor with hugs, and he wraps his arms around them, a body relaxing sigh coming out of him
🟣"Don't yell so loud, he has a headache," the other one scolds, and her happiness turns into a frown when she pulls away
🟣Both of them place a small hand on his forehead. "Are you okay?" she asks softly
🟣He chuckles before grabbing both of their hands, placing a soft kiss on them as he nods
🟣"Yes, I'm okay. Thank you for asking," he tells them earnestly, and all of their attention shifts when you call his name, walking into the living room
🟣"We have to be quiet because Daddy has a headache," she informs you, and you respond with a quiet apology
🟣"I see. Well, we can make it feel better," you say, and they look at you in confusion as Shinsou stands
🟣You plant a kiss on his forehead, making him hum softly, leaning into your touch, and they gasp softly before making grabby hands at him
🟣He laughs this time, picking them both up and lowering his head, so they can plant a wet kiss on his forehead
🟣"Do you feel better?" they ask and he nods
🟣"It's like it was never there."
🟣They look at him with wide eyes full of pride before they ask if he wants to color with them
🟣He accepts and he sets them down before they run towards the coffee table, which is covered in crayons and paper while you slide him some medicine
🟣He sits in between them, coloring with them and helping them with some of the things he can't draw, their curly pigtails bopping every time they look up from the paper to show him what they drew
🟣"Does your head still hurt?" one of your daughters asks, and he squints for a second
🟣"Not as much, but maybe one more kiss for good measure," he lies, but he doesn't feel the tiniest bit guilty when he feels them do it again
🟣"I love you, Daddy," she tells him. "I love you, too!" her sister says, making sure to keep her voice down
🟣And he brings them closer to him with his arms, planting a kiss on their forehead. "I love you too, kiddos."
A/N: You really out here making my baby fever worse anon 😐💀
#aizawa shouta headcanons#keigo takami headcanons#hawks headcanons#bakugou katsuki headcanons#shinsou hitoshi headcanons#mha headcanons#bnha headcanons#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha
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#5 for Jamie, Sam, and Colin!!
#5. go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey
Road trip: Jamie! (mixing it up since I picked him for the flight question last time!) He's a surprisingly good driver who just likes driving in general. He'd stop for coffee immediately for both of you and would slowly but surely open up to you about his life, his hopes and dreams, his insecurities, and you'd do the same. He would just listen with no judgement and offer some surprisingly good advice like he did with Roy in 2x07. By the time you've reached your destination, he's totally comfortable talking to you about anything.
Flight: Sam! Picking an in-flight movie with Sam would be so fun, and while it's playing he'd crack some jokes and offer his commentary on the film and stylistic choices of the director. He'd get the best snacks off the snack cart (along with the ones both of you have in your backpacks) and turn the limited options into the best possible feast one could have on an airplane. When it's over he would definitely be so easy and fun to talk to. I would love to just listen to him talk about his family, growing up in Nigeria, his Premiere League stories and favorite memories with the team, his plans for his restaurant, literally everything and everything he would want to tell me. He'd also fall asleep on your shoulder lol
Train: Colin! Since in 2x06 we saw him sing along to Jumpman, he'd totally have a playlist set for the ride and would be bopping his head along to the music and putting on his own little concert for you lol. He'd definitely play rock paper scissors and tic tac toe and all kinds of games with you and would just make the six hours fly by.
Put three names and a number in my ask!
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Carnage
pairing/s: NONE, because reader literally gets traumatised bc of marcus please-
summary: you work for a big name company as an assistant to the CEO. you work late on night and when you go to say farewell to your boss, you find something horrifying
warning/s: MAJOR GORE WARNING UNDER THE LINE! I REPEAT GORE AND BODY HORROR AHEAD OF YOU, violence, blood control/thirst, minor character death (you don't die dw), mentally unstable character, kidnapping, non-con themes, dark! marcus is a warning in and of himself
note/s: DARK MARCUS FIRST ONE SHOT LETS GOOOO manifesting more creative juices for dark marcus,, no cap this has done me good in terms of letting go negative emotions so HAHA we love that for me 😌✨i honestly dont know why it ended up with marcus kidnapping reader but here we are anyways
masterlist
You yawned into your hand as you type away information into your computer, slowly bopping your head left and right to the music in your earphones. It was nearing one o'clock in the morning and you were so close to finishing the files Mr. Howard forced you to digitise, making you work later than usual. You leaned back on your chair, stretching your legs out and your arms up, you decided to finish the rest of the files tomorrow and call it a night.
Packing your things up in your shoulder bag, you stand up from your desk and walk towards your boss' door. You knew he was still in his office, having seen him thirty minutes ago when he shoved more papers into your hands. Facing the door of Mr. Howard's office, you brought your hand up to knock on the wood. You waited a couple of seconds for his permission, and when there was no sound, you knocked once more.
It wasn't that your boss didn't like it when people came into his office without his permission, but it was that your boss didn't like it when people came into his office without his permission. You shrugged it off and thought Mr. Howard just fell asleep or didn't hear you, plus you weren't dumb enough to keep on knocking. As you were walking away, however, you heard a groan coming from inside the room.
“Mr. Howard? Sir?” You called out from the door. “Sir, are you alright? May I come in?” You knocked again, more urgently this time, thinking your boss wasn't feeling well. When he didn't answer, you cursed out loud, biting down on your lip and tapping your foot on the floor.
You shove the fuck you give to the rule away; If there was no boss, then there will be no employees, if there are no employees, then there is no company, and if there was no company, then there won't be any money for survival. With that logic in mind, you opened the door and stepped into the room.
And you screamed.
(GORE WARNING AGAIN)
There was blood splattered everywhere; The couch, the walls, the tables, the shelves- Fuck even on the ceiling?! Tiny chunks were sticking onto the surfaces and you wouldn't dare think of what it could be. As your eyes stared in the room in horror, you failed to notice the dark presence in the room.
The door slammed shut, your throat closed up, and you were thrown against the bloodied wall by an invisible force. Grasping at your neck, you tried to push away the pressure that forced your airway close, but nothing was physically holding you down.
Just as you thought you would pass out, the invisible grip around your throat loosened and you gasped shakily for air, dropping down on your knees and coughing roughly. You screamed once more when your body was dragged on the floor, your shirt and bag getting soaked in the blood puddles until your back hit a hard surface.
When you turn your head to look at what you bumped into, you fought the urge to throw up. It was Mr. Howard's body- or at least, it looked like Mr. Howard's body. The head was caved in, easily showing you the contents of his skull, and the limbs were just... in the wrong places. You didn’t like your boss, none of your coworkers did, but you wouldn’t ever wish this upon him.
You felt numb, you're mouth open in shock, your tears rolling down your bloodied cheeks, and your body in phantom pain as you continued to stare at the corpse in front of you.
A large, gloved hand grabbed your face to turn your eyes away from the scene. You gasped in fright as you see a broad man clad in all black, with a scarf hiding the lower half of his face, only showing his cold, brown eyes. Whimpering and crying, you struggled against him but the invisible force came back, more painful than earlier, and stopped you from moving.
“Do you know who this man is?” The dark man asked you, his voice, husky and deep, sent shivers down your spine. When you nod your head, he chuckled dryly, “Do you know who he truly is?” You shook your head, almost pleadingly. “He's a killer. He's a murderer. He killed my friend in cold blood and I came to pay him a visit. A well-deserved one, wouldn't you say?”
“P-P-Please, I-I just work f-for him here, I d-did-didn't know,” You begged, your hand coming up to grip this wrist. The man mockingly cooed at you, before slamming you into the front of your boss' desk.
“Listen to me very closely if you want to live,” He said slowly, enunciating every word to you. “You can either run away in fright, go to the nearest police station and turn this bloody scene in, have them arrest you because you're in a crazed state and there's not enough evidence that you saw me doing it.” You sobbed loudly, panic filling your chest as you tried to make sense of his words. “Or, you can come with me, I'll treat you better than this bastard ever did and you won't have to lift a finger ever again. Doesn't that sound appealing, dear?”
“I-I d-don't-”
“Shh, it's okay, dear. We both know what the better option is, right?” The man's eyes crinkled at the sides, most likely giving you a menacing smile underneath his scarf. He stroked your hair in a pitiful attempt to calm you down, but you flinch away from his touch, whimpering in fear. You froze in fright as he picked you up from the floor, and used the private elevator your boss had in his office to go to the ground floor. The dark man pulled down his scarf to reveal his face, and it was the last thing you saw before passing out from shock.
“That’s it, dear, get some rest. You’ll need it once I bring you home.”
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dark! marcus tag: @pedrocentric
#please heed the tags#thank you and youre welcome#HHHHH this was wild hot damn#not kidding i feel lighter now since i wrote this#had a lot of bad shit going through my brain and this helped a lot#NJNFSKJNKDJ#dark! marcus moreno#marcus moreno#gn!reader#we can be heroes#tw gore#tw blood#tw body horror#tw violence#tw: death#tw kidnapping#tw noncon#hot damn thats a lot of tw
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We're In This Together [Pico's School AU] Chapter 2 - Donut Rendezvous
Today was the day..
Wednesday..
It was a half day, being the day before a teacher work day. They didn't have school on that Thursday. Teachers had donuts available to them in the break room every Wednesday.
Pico and Darnell have been planning this for months.
They got the whole class on their side, having started a little protest in the cafeteria. "We're tired of adults hogging the sweets to themselves!" They cried out to the other students. "This time we take the sweets for ourselves!"
They were being normal at first, all arriving when the bell rang, sitting in their seats, and listening to the lecture. Most of the students shot each other knowing glances. Pico was the leader of this rendezvous, of course. On his signal, the others would move.
Ten minutes into class now, Bee was curious about the restlessness of the other students, looking around himself, having made eye contact with a few. Right, he's new. Pico had a grand idea. He'd lead in the front with him, like his queen of the army or something. He snickered at the thought, looking down at his blank paper. Right, perfect move. He and Darnell looked to each other, then nodded.
It felt quiet. Too quiet. The seconds ticked by loudly from the clock above them. Usually the teacher that buys the donuts would buy two boxes, which should be enough for two classes to feed each student one time.
Oh, right, the other class was in on it too. This would be big.
Pico stood up from his seat, slowly, as to not alarm the other students. Mrs. Fee's back was turned to the children, the woman mindlessly explaining some math equation and writing on the chalk board. He walked over to Bee, gently grabbing his hand. "Bee-" He almost started, but Pico covered his mouth, as to not alert Mrs. Fee as well. "Follow me.." He whispered. Bee nodded and stood quietly as well. The two shimmied from between the desks, and Pico held up one finger.
One...
Two....
Three...
The cacophony of screeching desks an chairs startled the woman up front, and many children began to yell at the top of their lungs, mostly those also known for causing trouble. A thunderous rumble of feet crossed the floor, and Pico raced for the classroom door, Bee just barely able to keep up with him. He threw the wooden slab open, and bolted out of the classroom, not looking back, but he could hear the monstrous amount of kids following him.
"Beep!! Beep bop!!" Bee cried over the noise, then heard the door next to theirs slam open. The second class took the message, and now raced after the other. Pico could hear Darnell's laughter over the noise as the group of students scattered around down the hall. It was a straight shot to the break room, right down the hall. Their school had no security, all they had to worry about were the teachers.
"What are you kids doing?!" The voice of one of the teachers rang out, muffled by the sound of stomping feet and ecstatic screams. "Scatter!!" Pico yelled out. Some of the taller kids blocked view of Pico, Darnell, and Bee, entering the room in which the donuts resided. Bee stood off to the side, hiding behind the wall as Darnell closed the door behind them. "B-Beep?? Brappity-"
"Yeah, you weren't here for instructions. You see, me and Darnell been planning this for a long time." Pico began to explain it to the shorty, quickly grabbing one of the boxes. Still warm. Nice. "Darnell grab a bag." Darnell saluted and went to look for a plastic bag. They would snag a little under half the donuts exclusively for themselves, being Darnell, Pico, Nene, Gigi, by Nene's begging, and Bee, because Pico said so.
"Bep bop.." Bee breathed out. Pico could damn there hear his heart thumping in his ears. It wasn't over yet. "Darnell, assess the situation." Pico then ordered. Darnell poked his head out the door. "No teachers in sight, sir." He responded. "Good, let's book it." Pico grinned maniacally, Darnell holding the door open for him and Bee.
"Boop bepoo?" Bee pointed at himself, and Pico raised a brow. Their next stop was their secret spot, but they had to go past the main office to get outside, since the doors were chained during the day. "Why did I grab you? Well, cause you would have been left alone in there with Cassandra." Pico gagged as he said her name. the goths wanted no part in it. He didn't care, more donuts for everyone else. "Now come on, there shouldn't be anyone in the office right now." He led the two past the glass room, which as he stated, was devoid of any staff. They most likely went to deal with the kids, which the screams still echoed faintly down the halls.
They scampered past the view of some cameras, then accessed the side door. The empty area behind some trees across the walkway was visible. They were in the home stretch. "Hey, Darnell, carry one of these will ya? My arms are dying." Pico huffed softly, and Darnell snurked. "Whatever you say, sissy." He teased. "Hey, I'm the leader of this whole operation. I ain't no sissy." The ginger shot back, making Bee giggle lightly.
They made it without error to the hiding spot in the trees. Bee fumbled with his hands awkwardly, staring at the bag of donuts Darnell held. Pico laughed a little, setting one of the boxes on top of the other on a tree stump. "Wait just a second there Bee." He walked over, elbowing the smaller's shoulder, who winced a little, but rubbed it with a goofy smile. "Those are the special donuts. We're gonna go heat them up in the lounge." Bee made a face. "During lunch dummy."
"There's a part two to this plan??" Darnell quickly asked. Pico shook his head. "I just know how to get in and out. Me and the janitor are on good terms. I'm close to him letting me into his closet." He nudged the brown boy's arm, and they made their way back into the building.
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"Now, I don't know what's gotten into you kids, but this behavior is unacceptable."
Mrs. Fee had decided to give the kids a lecture after they all returned to their respective classrooms. "The only one who didn't leave was Cassandra, which means the rest of you get workbook homework for the rest of the week." Darnell groaned, but Pico had a shit eating grin on his face, his cheeks flushed in triumph. "Fucking worth it." He muttered, holding his fist out to Darnell. "Yeah, I guess." He responded with quiet laughter, returning the fist bump. the other kids probably thought it was worth it. Hell, Pico controlled the distribution of the donuts. They better think it's worth it or they ain't gettin' shit.
Pico looked over to Bee, who was smiling and kicking his legs a little, fiddling with his pencil. That whole ordeal must have filled him with quite the adrenaline. "Stick with me, and you'll be on top of the food chain dude." He had told him when they were coming back in. Bee didn't seem opposed to the idea, but he still didn't wanna scare him off. They did things like this pretty often. Having the parents Darnell had, usually others had to get involved so just those two, or three, including Nene, wouldn't get in trouble.
After the end of first period, Pico waited for Bee by the door, of course being teased by Nene and Darnell as they left. Bee stumbled a bit as he threw his big bag on his shoulders, walking over to Pico with a big smile on his face. "You like that chaos, huh?" He asked the boy, returning the grin. "Beep boop!" He responded, bouncing on his toes a bit, and they left the room.
"That's just how it is in this school. Of course I'm the instigator, got kind of a reputation. I make my father proud." Pico laughed a little. His ego was inflated as hell considering the dads he has. Well, dad. Steve didn't like to entertain the chaotic nature those two shared. Said he didn't like to lose sleep while those two jousted with frying pans at two AM.
"Bep bop.. Skdoo beep.." Bee muttered softly, a bit of a bitter tone to his voice. "What, your dad doesn't like that kind of mess?" Bee shook his head in response. Must be on closer terms with his mom huh? Yeah, he's lucky he had a dad who didn't suck ass. "Well when lunch rolls around, you can have your donuts, okay?" Pico reminded him to reassure him. He didn't wanna see the sad look on the kid's face. He was too bright to be frowning like that. "We could work on that homework together too, if it'll make you feel better." He then offered him. There it is, that bright smile.
Man this kid was just so precious..
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History was mostly uneventful, save for Bee falling asleep in the middle of writing a sentence. He must have crashed from all the excitement. It was so abrupt that his face banged against the desk, and his head shot back up as he let out a yelp. Pico snurked from beside him, and heard some others begin to laugh as well.
Once the class had ended, Pico made sure he and Boyfriend were the first ones out, so they could run and grab the donuts. Thankfully the boxes were still there, untouched. "Come to papa." Pico rubbed his hands together, and lifted the boxes. he hoped all the glaze didn't melt off, it's hot out here.
They made their way back into the school, walking in through the side door to the cafeteria, where all the students waited eagerly for their treats. Darnell, Nene, and Gigi caught up to them when they saw them enter. "Wow, you actually managed to pull it off. I'm impressed." Gigi commented lightly as they set up the boxes on the end of one of the lunch tables. Pico cleared his throat, his cheeks reddening as he put a hand on his chest. "Well, they don't call me Pico "danger" Neil-Griffiths for no reason."
"literally no one calls you that." Nene snorted. Bee held back a laugh, turning his head away, while Darnell just openly cackled. "Whatever, I like my name." Pico scoffed in response, then opened one of the boxes. He was right to be worried. It's a mess in there. "You sure they'll want these?" Nene asked him, doubt in her voice. Pico waved his hand dismissively. "They're idiot kids, they'll take anything with sugar in it." Bee reached for it, but Pico smacked his hand away. "We get the nice donuts. Darnell?" Said boy held up the large plastic bag of almost half a box of donuts. "You sneaky.." Gigi mumbled, sweating nervously. "That's capitalism for you. Now take the best looking ones outta here, and we'll let them have the rest- quit your yappin', you'll get your turn!" Pico glared at some kids that had gathered around the table, and allowed his buddies to grab whatever ones they wanted. He had a mind to sock one of these greedy children in the face.
He often forgets he's a child himself, but he doesn't associate with these gremlins.
Once each of them were satisfied with what they got, the group began to move to leave out of the cafeteria. Pico stayed behind to whistle, signaling to the others to come get their donuts. And like a pack of starving dogs, the children rushed over, once again, save for the goth kids, who glared at Pico knowingly. the ginger only flipped the bird at them, and ran off with the others.
"What are you guys doing for the half day?" He heard Gigi talking to the others. She and Bee were walking pretty closely. Pico stayed back a bit, narrowing his eyes at the little pit in his stomach. He felt nauseous, or something. He didn't know, but he didn't like it. He didn't linger on it for too long though, noticing Bee glance behind him. "Bep!" He slipped between Nene and Darnell, who looked to see where he was going. They cooed when they saw Bee grab Pico's hand, which made the taller flush exponentially. Geez this guy could pull. He must have been an annoying toddler.
"C'mon man, how are we gettin' in?" Darnell then asked as Pico was brought to the front. Pico laughed to hide how flustered he was, then cleared his throat. Literally everyone, except for Bee, weren't buying it. Oh whatever, he didn't need to convince everybody. "Simple, just walk in." Pico walked over and opened the door. "We're on schedule, so the teachers should be on their way in a little bit. Hurry and throw that in there." The others filed inside, looking around and snooping through drawers. "Nice. Sharp scissors." Nene pulled a pair of scissors out of the metal cabinet, and Bee flopped onto the couch, letting out a content, "Beeeeeeep.." Gigi laughed and sat beside him, causing his face to go red.
Pico forced himself to look away, as to not seem weird.
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As everyone wouldn't shut the hell up about, school ended early. Pico was so ready to leave, he even had a couple spare donuts. He stashed them away in his backpack for safe keeping. "Geez P, how do you understand Bee so well so fast?" Darnell had asked them, the group hanging out in the front of the school. "I dunno, it's like.. telepathic." Pico looked to the blue headed boy in question, who was mindlessly tapping away on his phone a a bit away from them. "Bee, you're sitting in the middle of the staircase, someone can trip over you." Pico pulled him closer, just barely missing some kid who wanted to launch himself off the top stair. Dumbass..
"Bop.." Bee mumbled softly, turning his body to face Pico, then continued what he was doing. Gigi and Nene talked with each other some bit away. He didn't care to listen in, they were probably chatting about girl stuff.
"Hey, who the hell rides a limo?" Darnell grumbled in question, and Gigi's head shot up. The horn from said vehicle honked loudly, and some people stared at it. "God, that's so embarrassing.." Gigi covered her face. "That's mine.."
"What?!"
"Beep?!"
The group had shouted simultaneously, and the red head girl giggled. "What are you, rich??" Darnell questioned her, and she made a nervous sound. "I'll explain some other time. See you guys!" She gripped her backpack and ran off, the group watching as the door opened for her, and she hopped in. It left just as quickly as it came. "Huh.." Darnel murmured thoughtfully. "New objective. Find out if Gigi is rich." Pico joked lightly, and Nene scoffed.
"Knock it off. You've done enough today." She went and sat with the three. "Hey Bee, you wanna hang out with us today? We always stop at this playground on the way home." Pico then offered. Bee hummed in thought, but paused when he noticed Pico give him the puppy eyes. He giggled, then held up his phone. "Bee bo bop." He responded. "Is that.. a yes?" Nene questioned. "He'll text his mom." Pico answered for her, standing up from his spot. "Wizard." Darnell mumbled, and followed suit.
Thankfully Bee was able to go. Pico thought he would have to rant to his dad about mean parents.
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Pico wanted to do everything and absolutely nothing all at once.
He sat in his favorite spot near the slide, Bee sitting beside him. "Behp beppo." He muttered nervously, and Pico scoffed. "We steal the playground every day, those kids should know better by now." He huffed. Bee went quiet after a moment, and Pico looked up to him staring at him. His cheeks flushed red. "Uh.. What?" He then asked. The boy only responded quietly with "Hm?" as if he were spacing out. Pico clicked his tongue and looked away again. "Hey, you got your mic, right?" He then asked. Bee popped out of his trance almost immediately, and nodded excitedly. He reached into his back pocket and pulled it out. "Bee-dep?" He then asked the other, and he nodded, a light smile on his face.
Bee seemed ecstatic to sing for him again, and so he did, gaining Nene and Darnell's attention as well over some time. Just like at P.E, they listened to him sing for quite some time. It was calming, Pico would argue he enjoyed it the most.
"You know, you should hang at my place sometime. I got games and stuff." Pico offered, about an hour after Bee's little jam session. "Beep?" He turned to look at him. leaning against the bars of the playground structure. "I mean, I live with Darnell when my dads go off in the army. Oh, you get to meet my dads sometime! They're cool. I'll be completely honest, one of them will tease you for speaking in bee-bops." He then snickered lightly at the thought.
"Baps?" Bee tilted his head, holding up a two with his fingers. "Yeah, technically, I call them both dad. They're real close, but they're not married or in a relationship or anything." Pico then hummed softly. Sure they also sleep in the same bed when they're at home, but that's just because it's more comfortable than bunkers out where they are.
Bee hummed in thought, then nodded. Cool. It's a date.
Yes, he meant to think that.
It's a date.
Pico's mind swirled with thoughts of what he could do when they met up again. He pulled one of the donuts out of his back pack. It was a little mushed, but still good. He ate at it slowly, wanting to savor the taste. He could eat cold donuts, they were fine. He caught Bee staring at him again, then raised a brow. "What? What's up?" He then asked, his voice muffled with food. Bee's cheeks flushed, and he pointed at the donut. "Oh.. I can give you a piece." Pico looked down and tore off a piece of the treat, handing it to Bee, who took it thankfully. He popped the entire piece in his mouth, a happy "mmmmffff" emitting from his throat. Pico laughed a little. "You like donuts, huh?" He teased him, and Bee curled up a bit, still chewing away happily so he could get every little bit.
Pico spent the rest of that afternoon with the three. Darnell and Nene definitely understood Bee a little bit more after today.
Even if it is just a little bit.
#picos school#darnell pico's school#nene pico's school#boyfriend x pico#fnf boyfriend#fnf girlfriend#cassandra pico's school#nene x girlfriend
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Stop and Smell the Stew
Summary: Duck goes down to the kitchen to see if dinner is ready and ends up helping his mom cook.
Word Count: 1759
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Duck lay on his bed, his legs lazily kicking as they dangled off the edge. His eyes focused on a weird dot on his ceiling for a second, wondering how it got there before his attention was stolen by the TV as Final Fantasy music began to play on the title screen of the game. He had just finished an intense gaming session of grinding his weaker team members, cheering for them when they leveled up and laughing with Tidus as he did the laugh alongside Yuna.
It was a ton of fun but his stomach had been growling and sadly all he’d had was some Batman fruit snacks. Well, not some - one pack. He had inhaled that like it was nothing and now his stomach demanded more. It gave its usual pleas and angry cries, making Duck wonder if dinner would be ready soon. He knew it was only four but still maybe his mom would have started dinner early tonight or maybe she had made some treats.
With that thought in mind Duck swung his legs off his bed and swayed up to his full height in one awkward movement. Strolling forward, he walked past his bookshelf filled with nothing but comics and mystery novels. Batman, Spiderman and Scooby Doo figures stood proudly by the great reads he had collected over the years. His eyes stuck on the Shaggy figure who was definitely a bit worse for the wear due to being such an old toy. Still his goofy expression was still as strong as ever. With a small smile Duck reached out to grab the figure but accidentally knocked over Daphne in the process.
“Shit, sorry, Daphne,” Duck apologized with a smile and leaned down to pick up the toy when his eyes locked onto a Rubik’s cube. Oh, so that's where it had ended up. He could’ve sworn he had lost it in his pants. Eh, no use thinking about it too hard. Snatching up the Rubik’s cube, Duck began to flick around the colored sections while he put Daphne back on the shelf.
With a grin he turned and began to solve the cube. He had always had a love and a knack for puzzles and this one was one of his favorites. Spinning around the different sections, Duck quickly solved it then blindly reorganized it. His mind was easily distracted by the thought of a new puzzle game coming out and after a few minutes Duck had no recollections of how many spins he had done or what order it was in. The Rubik’s cube would remain a puzzle to solve later. Still holding it in one hand, Duck walked down the stairs with a smile and headed towards the kitchen.
“Hey, Mom, what's going to be for dinner?” Duck poked his head in the kitchen and noticed that Katjaa was busy getting out the dutch oven, carefully placing it onto the stove. The sound of her son’s voice made Katjaa look over with the brightest smile.
“I’m just getting started on it: carbonnade flamande,”
The name of the dish brought back fond memories and made Duck’s stomach growl.
That caused a laugh to leave Katjaa’s lips.“Want to help me?”
“Sure!” Duck beamed and placed down the Rubik’s cube in a spot he would most likely forget about by this evening. Rolling up his sleeves that immediately fell back down, he went to work grabbing all the ingredients. His loud footsteps rang around the kitchen as he grabbed the chuck roast that had been marinating overnight in the sour ale, bay leaves, garlic and some salt and also snatched up the bacon, beef broth and way too many other ingredients to try to carry all in one trip. Yet he still tried.
“Duck!” Katjaa exclaimed then bustled over, helping her son out.
“I wanted to carry it all in one trip,” Duck grinned at his mom who shook her head good naturedly before setting down the ingredients on the counter.
“I can see that and that was a very kind thought but you have to be careful,” Katjaa pulled Duck close to her and placed a gentle kiss on the side of his head.
“Okay, I’ll be more careful. Promise,” Duck gave a smile to his mom then turned his attention to the stove. “So, what’s step one?”
“We’re going to drain the beef and pat it dry,” Katjaa leaned down and grabbed a food strainer from the lower cupboard.
“On it!” Duck was off like a shot after snatching up the food strainer from his mom.
“Wait!” Katjaa called out, making Duck pause. “We have to reserve the marinade,”
“Oops, okay. I’ll do that,” Duck corrected his action and soon the beef was safely drained. Passing it over to his mom, Duck watched as Katjaa patted the beef dry with paper towels.
“Can you get the olive oil heated up in the dutch oven?” Katjaa smiled over at Duck as she sliced the onions. Duck nodded excitedly and was off once more, preparing the dutch oven.
Once the oil was piping hot Katjaa began to cook the beef in batches, careful to not let the oil splatter when she did so, and told Duck to do the same. Even though he was a young adult sometimes he still got too excited for his own good and forgot things. The two of them worked well together, making sure the beef was golden brown on all sides as the smells started to permeate the air around them. It was a warm, comforting smell that made Duck nostalgic as his stomach continued to growl.
After about ten minutes they removed the beef cubes and went on to the next step. It was time to cook the bacon and Duck had volunteered to take the lead on this one. Being ever vigilant, he made sure the bacon was cooked to crispy perfection while Katjaa hummed a Belgian tune that made Duck bop his head. Both of them shared a soft smile and soon Katjaa was back over beside him giving him hugs and ruffling his hair.
“Great job. You’re such a wonderful cooking helper,”
Duck gave a light laugh at that and grinned. “I had the best teacher,”
Katjaa gave his head another kiss then gave the instructions for the next step. After the bacon was taken out and put to the side, the onions were thrown in with some salt. The smell cut through the deep, meaty air that the beef and bacon had made, adding notes of onions that complemented it greatly. Soon some flour was added to the dutch oven to coat the caramelized onions and after that the beef broth was used to get any scraps off the bottom. Once all of those had been snagged, Duck gave a thumbs up and Katjaa added the reserved marinade, beef, bacon and thyme.
“Is that everything?” Duck asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation for dinner.
“For now, yes. It needs to cook for an hour and a half first before we finish up the last few steps,”
Those words made Duck’s eyes grow big and his smile faltered. “An hour and a half?!? I thought it would be like twenty minutes. I can’t wait that long!”
Katjaa laughed at that; patience wasn’t her son’s strongest suit. “Don’t worry, you can have a snack to help tide you over,”
“I guess,” Duck mumbled, looking a bit defeated.
“Y’know, Duck, sometimes you just have to stop and smell the stew,” Katjaa placed a hand on her son’s arm and smiled, hoping he would get the twist on the saying. He didn’t. Instead he took it literally and began to smell the stew.
“It smells good,” Duck’s nose scrunched up when he saw his mom laugh. “What?”
“Nothing, it's just I was trying to put a twist on that saying. Y’know the one that talks about stopping to smell the roses. Duck, sometimes you need to slow down and relax, okay?”
“Okay,” Duck nodded then tried to think of what to do to pass the time. “Wanna watch a movie while it cooks?”
“I’d love that,” Katjaa smiled and watched in amusement as Duck scampered off to put on Knives Out . He knew that his mom hadn’t seen it yet and he wanted to see if she could guess who the killer was.
It was a fun experience. Duck was on the edge of his seat as he munched on apples and peanut butter while Katjaa threw out guess after guess on who the killer was. Many laughs were shared, gasps given and their attention was captured. The hour and a half flew by in no time and even though they were both reluctant they paused the movie.
Duck repeated his same action from the beginning of dinner prep, his sleeves rolled up for three glorious seconds before falling back down as he helped add in the last few ingredients. Katjaa quickly added in the brown sugar, parsley, mustard and fresh pepper, giving the contents of the dutch oven a quick stir before putting the lid back on. The warm, deep flavors stayed in the air though, overwhelming Duck’s nose in the most wonderful of ways. His steps had a bit more pep to them as he guided his mom back to the living room, excited to finish the movie and then have a feast.
It didn’t take long for both of them to get swept up in the movie again and the reveal of the killer made Katjaa gasp. She gave her commentary as the credits rolled, Duck listening with a big smile as he added his own thoughts here and there. The two continued to gush about their favorite parts of the film as the fries cooked and soon dinner was ready. Duck eagerly set the table for three then looked over at the luscious Belgian stew that held a depth of flavor. The crisp smell of the french fries complemented the stew, adding another layer to the smells that danced around the kitchen.
Just as the table had been set and the food placed down the front door opened, revealing Kenny. He gave a big smile as he shifted his jacket off. “Hey there, Kat, Duck, it smells delicious,” He strolled forward and gave Katjaa a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Alright!” Duck sat down a bit too quickly, nearly slipping off his chair but gave a grin to his parents to show that he was a-okay. “Let’s eat!”
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bittersweet netflix shadow and bone finale (s1 e8) rewatch; accoutrement: white wine with ice cubes in it (no YOU'RE a mom drink shh)
my wine's like fruity I love her
light and darkness title card we love to see it
Inej looking at Alina before she goes below deck to hide <3
okay that 'what can you really do on your own' was like not fun that shit hurted
okay but Jesper's 'not enough'? <3
oh no my baby Zoya's first inkling that Darkles does not really care
omg Helnik just appeared and I remembered how much heartbreak I have to face in this episode
gods I love Danielle as Nina so so much
'this can't be it' said she with her pleading smile with downturned eyebrows MA'AM I-
don't break my dumb little heart
I might hate Calahan's little accent but they're making me tear up
oh gods I literally cannot keep a hold on myself when Dani's accent bleeds through with full force, it's like she comes more alive or smth
'I will keep you warm' SIR WHAT-
I am surprised they showed a leaning in for a kiss so soon but I'm not mad about it
her little eyebrow twitch at 'what are waffles'
when that rando said 'i hunt slavers now' a dread settled into me because I knew what was about to go down
Matthias looking somberly at the stuffed wolf's head </3
I am so incredibly entranced by this exchange between Fedyor and Nina and what it represents, it's very interesting that they pushed up their storyline to match with the timeline
damn it's kind of jarring to be back in the Fold
'REMEMBER WHO'S DRIVING'??!!!! *you better stop* meme, *i am, disgusted* meme, *oh wow, oh wow* meme
Mal you fucking idiot you could never take the crows by surprise
the music rising as Kaz starts explaining his thought process, fucking perfection
haha Mal bitchass Inej caught you
'Because if he isn't with Kirigan's crew, he's with ours' WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED
'And why would we destroy the Fold? It's the greatest weapon we've got' valid point at the moment but you know I don't necessarily agree with your methods
the use of the light tunnel in the show instead of Alina just being a super flashlight in the books is quite an interesting addition as well
is this an inappropriate time to point out how pretty Ben Barnes is
okay I kind of love the depiction of the shadow powers okay sue me
'they are traitors who tried to kill you' why are you suddenly making valid points despite having kind of committed low scale genocide
'i never said I was smart' YES MAL BE THE VOICE OF HIMBOS EVERYWHERE
Kaz's face going from 'can you believe this idiot' at Mal to 'fuck me I'm gonna do the same thing aren't I' at Inej
'For who would oppose us now?' *himbo romantic rival appears out of nowhere and shoots at him* god I love this show
him standing calmly in his ridiculous all black attire after nodding at his soldier to stop the himbo in his tracks, i fucking can't
could she summon light without the Darkling making her after he put the collar on her until the uhm moment in the books? idts but in the show she can hmm
'only because I'm not in the game' you tell him Jesper
not me snickering at 'you'll be seen not as a saviour, but as a heretic' LMFAO
'Shame. I'll have to give that speech again now.' THIS SHOW IS A FUCKING COMEDY AND YOU CAN'T PROVE ME WRONG
YES LET'S FUCKING GO SULI SOLIDARITY
Darkles casually whipping the Cut out like a shuriken or a throwing knife at Jesper because he shot at him lmao I can't
INEJ FUCKING GHAFA STABBED ONE THE OLDEST AND MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE IN THAT WORLD AND THAT IS VERY TELLING OF HER POWER
that moment where you actually think that affected him despite having read the books and watched the show
and then he has to go and fucking say 'it will take more than this' and I can't be help but be a little bit impressed at this old fool's resilience
throwback to when he said 'the king is a child' sir you make some valid points sometimes and it does make it difficult to hate you
I would just like to inform everyone that it is currently 6:09 am IST and I am sipping my second mug of wine while watching netflix sab for the second time instead of doing my three papers that are due tomorrow
I'm sorry but Inej jumping to check on Zoya after she gets knocked over by the volcra? first class display of solidarity and sisterhood as well as Inej's inherent kindness
Kaz jumping in front of a FUCKING VOLCRA AND STABBING IT WITH HIS CANE to save Inej, you best believe love is true, kids
god the volcra are so ugly and gross, they did such a good job with them
they kind of remind me of these creatures (I think they might have been called Hollows or smth) from the Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children movie
STAG VISION TIME
despite my dislike for the callous nature with which the stag plotline was handled, I kind of dig the stag vision scene
'It's just me and you now, Alina. And we're all we need, anyway.' I actually feel bad for this old fool simping for this wonderful gorgeous powerful woman despite lying to her and manipulating her and exploiting her power
okay 'I never needed you' *stabs the bone fragment out of his hand* beautiful power move I fucking love you so so much
alright ben looking like ✨ that✨ not only in physical pain but also emotional pain at what the Darkling clearly considers another betrayal from this girl he wants to give the world and maybe? loves? maybe? or at least has feelings for makes my fucking heart hurt while simultaneously soar at Alina taking back control and reclaiming her power as her own and stepping into her own
'how do you claim such power' okay could have had better dialogue there writers
the fucking score lifting as she says 'you cannot claim what was not given to you' good people my heart is full
one day I'll talk about my defense of the chosen one trope because god damn I kind of love it
hmm I wonder was that brief hesitation that we saw on Alina's face due to her thinking about the 'you chose to betray our people' comment or the 'i was trying to save us' comment because that will define some of her actions in the later seasons (hopefully god if we get some, I honestly don't know what with this stupid brownface debacle)
I'm not saying talking about brownface and pointing out that it is wrong (for further context, I am actually brown) and harmful is stupid btw I'm talking about the incidents involving brownface in question
I don't wanna talk about this anymore but I might feel like I need to and end up posting about it idk
goodness Ivan actually believing in this cause makes me so sad because he too has been victimized by the system that ostracizes Grisha and he has every right to feel the way that he does
Ben actually fighting in that ridiculously heavy cloak and kefta when he's about to turn 40 this year makes me super impressed because I as a 19 year old sometimes wake up with muscle pulls after weeks of inactivity it's weird idk
also I understand that this Mal Darkling fight is completely fanservice and serves nearly no purpose to the plot in general but like I? love it?
'I don't have to kill you Darkling. Your past will do it for me' YES HIMBO GO OFF YOU TELL THAT OLD MAN GODS THAT WAS SEXY AS FUCK
maybe it's because I know Darkles will survive and will come out of it more powerful but I can't get myself to feel bad for him at the moment
Inej and Mal tearing up at Alina's condition made me almost feel something despite it being super obvious she was gonna be fine and save their asses at the last moment
HER POWER
a solitary Kaz in spotted on the western side of the newly expanded fold in his signature all black emo boy look
okay but the crows with zoya and malina is such an adorable team? I literally love them so much?
INEJ'S FUCKING SMILE AT ALINA GIVING HER THE DAGGER AND KAZ LOOKING AT HER AGSGSGSHSJSJSK MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE
SHE KNOWS JUST WHAT TO NAME IT WELL GIRLIE I KNOW IT TOO AND MY FUCKING HEART IS LITERALLY GONNA BURST
okay I know they had one interaction but Mal and Jesper would be besties in another universe
Kaz glaring at Jesper when he answers ''course not' to Alina's 'will you still be trying to kidnap me?' tell me one fucking adaptation that got the dynamics between characters this perfectly
okay why do I love that Alina kept the jewellery as maybe a small nod to she has the wits to, um, you know, I don't wanna say steal, but, um, yeah, steal it because she knew she would need money to survive on the run
oh Jessie I love you so much I wish you hadn't said those things on you ig story about the brownface
it's like every single celeb I grow attached to god's like nope that one is going to do or say something problematic (hey btw im not reassigning blame to god for stuff people have done out of their own free will, 'twas a joke)
AAAAAAAH them saying 'the deal is the deal' in the show even though they didn't have to but like they did and I love them for it
Inej literally not being able to not stare at Kaz's face and smile after this <3
'I didn't expect it to burn at all. But it can be destroyed in the end. Just like him' babe you're not wrong but like um just you wait
god Mal being on supportive boyfie mode is well, absolutely adorable, obviously, but I wish we got to see more of him as a person outside of his attachment to Alina
kaz my little demjin I wish you hadn't have had to suffer so much to meet the crows and find your calling
fastforwarding Zoya's arc is also an interesting choice to me
I wish the hug hadn't been done though, it didn't feel earned
maybe Alina awkwardly and half-heartedly (remember, at this point the alliance is fresh and they still don't entirely trust each other) reached for a hug and Zoya avoided her? and then the rest of Zoya's lines followed? that would have made more sense to me at least
I love Sujaya as well, she brought life into Zoya with whatever little screentime and scraps of writing she got
inej asking kaz 'what's your angle?' beep bop bleep morp I sense another incoming embarrassing love confession
'but we do need you' *stares at her face intensely* 'I need you' ah look at the clock, look's like it's time to screech and flap your arms like you're a volcra because you're incapable of containing your emotions
NO YOU CAN'T GO DIRECTLY FROM KANEJ PROGRESS TO HELNIK BREAKUP (TEMPORARY, MIND YOU)
helnik my loves you don't deserve this I'm so sorry for both of you
Matthias fucking smiling ruefully while he says 'this was... just a cruel joke all along' THIS IS NOT FUCKING OKAY
omg hellgate
AAAAAAAAH NINA IS ON THE SAME FRAME AS THE OG CROWS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS
CAMERA PAN FROM KAZ SAYING 'JUST HOW THIS ALL STARTED... WE'RE GONNA NEED A HEARTRENDED' TO NINA OVERHEARING HIM AND LOOKING OVER?????!!!!!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING THIS TO ME?!
Nina genuinely being curious as to the status of the sun saint because she obviously still cares
Also, 'But she is a Saint' okay Kaz trying to earn brownie points you have succeeded
DID THAT SAILOR JUST SAY 'GOED MORGEN FENTOMEN' TO MALINA BECAUSE I AM NOT OKAY WITH THEM JUST THROWING THAT IN MY FACE ALL OF A SUDDEN
gods I know I'll probably see them again but my heart is full of sorrow as my eyes drink in the sight of my crows for the last time for a while
I know people were annoyed at the meadow flashbacks but guess what? as a darklina, I loved them
'now that the Darkling is dead' could have phrased that a little differently my dudes that line needed to hold more weight
am I glad that they showed Darkles in this state with his nichevo'ya as a tasty little cliffhanger despite not being entirely true to the source material? maybe but only because Ben Barnes saying 'follow' and the nichevo'ya doing exactly so sent a chill down my spine
well, that's it for now, I'll have to move on I guess, get back to my real life which I'm obviously not ready to do
thank you to whoever actually read these things
I probably should have just made reactions or commentary videos instead but I'm lazy
my tumblr will probably go into inactivity once more as I emerge from my stint in the grishaverse
it was quite short (less than 2 months), considering the length of my other obsessions but it was definitely more intense than the other ones
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