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Maybe for a prompt/ idea soft t- words with karlnapity ? Idk man do with is what you will. Sleep well! :) (also this is my first time sending an ask non-anoumously so dkskjddnndjdidjdjd)
Sleepy time Tickles
a/n thank you for the prompt I love it! Sorry, it took me so long to get it out. I hit writer’s block. I hope you like this. This is my first like shippy tickle fic. Warning this fic has sappy idiots in love like really sappy and contains like pet names like honey, sweetie, etc. Btw quackity is a duck hybrid and screw canon this is my fic and my fics
It was a normal day for the fiances. Getting materials, spending time with each other, sapnap and Karl trying to stop Quackity from messing with bad, you know a normal day. It had started getting late and they walked back to their house, hand in hand. They were laughing and joking around as they walk, it was amazing. As they came up to the door, sapnap ran ahead to open it, in a joking flirty manner.
“Here you go you, fine gentlemen,” sapnap said opening the door with a wink. “Mi Amor, you're to sweet,” Quackity replied in the same overdramatic flirty tone. Of course, he was blushing a bit but they didn’t acknowledge it. Now Karl on the other hand was as red as a tomato. You see out the trio Karl was the one to get flustered the easiest. They could say something simple like,” you look beautiful today” and he would be a blushing mess.
“Shuhut up sahapnap,” Karl giggled while hiding his face in his hands. Quackity and Sapnap found this to be so gosh darn adorable. It felt like they fell in love again.
The trio walked through the door, took off their shoes, and went to the kitchen to make dinner. They always cooked together when they could. After an eventful dinner, there had been plenty of playful banter, they went upstairs to retreat for the night, they were all pretty tired.
They had gotten dressed in PJs and laid down in their bed. Karl was in the middle, Sapnap and Quackity on the other sides of him. They were just talking in hushed voices, then Quackity gave SapNap the look that meant,” lets tickle this cutie(referring to Karl)”.
They slowly moved their hands closer to Karl. Quacity’s hand moved toward Karl’s ear, a known melting spot. And Sapnap’s hand moved to Karl’s tummy. Of course, Karl didn’t notice this because he and the other two were still conversating. Then before he knew it he felt hands on his ear and tummy. Both of them we just tracing the spots but that was enough to coax out Karl’s sweet giggles.
“Whahat are you guhuhys dohoing,” He asked, obviously knowing the answer. “We are tickling you, you ticklish cutie,” Quackity said with an adoring smile on his face. “Yup, we could handle not hearing you adorable giggles,” Sapnap also said. With the compliments Karl blushed, of course, he did.
They continued softly tickling him for a bit before Karl decided he was going to attack. Quickly squeezing his side to throw him off guard then tracing his hip before the other two could react. As Karl did this Sapnap let out a loud laugh at the quick squeeze before falling right into giggles. Quackity just shrugged his shoulder and just started tickling Sapnap. Quackity was fluttering his fingers in Sapnaps neck, while Karl was tracing his sides.
“Whahat thehe heck quhuhacks youhuhr’e supposed to hehelp me,” Sapnap said with a protest. “Sorry man Karl had other plans and you know not to go against karl’s plans. Plus now I get to hear your giggles too, Mi Amor,” Quackity replied with a shit-eating grin. They continued to tickle Sapnap for a bit before they saw him get tired. Then they stopped. Quackity thought it was over so he laid back down. Oh, but one thing, he should have known is that you can’t get away with tickling two people and getting away with it. As he closed his eyes. He felt hands go to his wings. More specifically the base of his wings. Now the thing is depending on how you tickle his wings you can either get soft giggles and small quacks or loud belly laughter. Both of which are amazing but the two boys were looking for the soft giggles, so they went with lighting tracing and scratching the wings.
“Whahat ihih thohuhght weheh were done,” Quackity asked through his giggles. “Did you really think you could tickle us without getting tickled in return,” Sapnap said with sass. “We are only returning the favor ducky,” Karl said in a very cheery tone. Quackity couldn’t argue with that logic. “Yeheheah you rihight,” Quackity admits. “We know”, The other two say in unison.
After Quackity gets the same treatment as the other two, they all lay down cuddled next to each other, and fell into a peaceful sleep. Yep, nothing could get better than this and they would change this for the world.
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Kuroo x Volleyball Player! Reader
Kuroo Tetsurou x Volleyball Player! Reader
wordcount: 3,087
genre: strangers-to-lovers au with fluff, crack and a little bit of smut :)))
summary: meeting kuroo tetsurou might be the best thing that has ever happened to you
first of all
kuroo pissed you off to no end
absolutely pissed you off
the first time you met him was when you were a first year
your brother keishin has asked you to come with them for the practice match they had with nekoma
the moment you got to school you had to DASH to go to the washroom because you had to pEee
gosh
curse your tiny bladder
when you went out everyone was already on the bus
sigh
you were gonna have to sit with someone you don’t know
because FOR SURE
your stupid brother keishin would be sitting next to takeda-sensei
the moment you hopped on the bus
everyone suddenly became quiet
0.0
everyone was jus like
uh
who’s this cutie
is she lost
she’s from shiratorizawa what’s she doing here
huh
and noya and tanaka are just screaming at this point
“wHO IS THIS GODDESS WHO DECIDED TO BLESS US WITH HER PRESENCE?!?!? I LOVE YOU PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME RYU GET OUT NO I DONT CARE GET OUT”
cue tanaka landing on the floor
“nOYA-SAN WHY”
and you’re just like
lmao what
and literally all the seats are taken except for the guy who literally yeeted his bald friend into the next dimension
sigh
i guess you had to sit next to the cutie huh
you look at your brother pleading for help
but he just ignores you and talks to sensei
sIGH
your brother was so thirsty that he didn’t even CARE if these boys ate you alive
gosh
it’s okay
it be like that
f in the chat for y/n
oKAY enough self pitying
you reluctantly sit beside the really loud guy
“hi my names ukai y/n! what’s your name?”
“m-my name is n-nishinoya yuu”
cue noya looking like a literal tomato
“nice to meet you!! i’m excited to work with you nishinoya-san! if i may ask, what year are you in?”
“iM in sEcond yEar”
gosh noya’s so proud
“oH you’re my senpai then!! it’s really nice to meet you senpai!! i hope we have a good trip”
GAHSJDJSHS
you called him senpai
without him asking you to
GOSH
could you be any more perfect
“agHjsjdhsjajszjJAK”
“those aren’t words...”
“...”
“...”
and at that point noya was brain fried so you just put on your earphones and chilled
...
...
*gagging*
“hINATAAGAHAJSKSHS”
what
what was going on
you turned your head
and you saw this orange haired babie throwing up on the bald guy who got yeeted
and suddenly
chaos ensued
everyone was screaming because of the stench
you were gagging so hard that you felt your breakfast coming back up
but your seat buddy was having the time of his life laughing at his two friends who were having a dilemma
gosh
today was gonna be crazy
finally you guys had finally arrived at nekoma and honestly that’s as the most chaotic car ride you’ve ever experienced
but luckily on the way you’ve made yourself familiar with everyone on the team
especially the third year cuties
and no you did not say that to their faces because you’re shy :((
you guys finally get out of the bus and you see
a god
with crazy looking hair
“well if it isn’t the crows” “did you have a good ride here you country bumpkins?”
and daichi’s bout to lose it
“kuroo-san nice to see you again”
and you can definitely feel the tension in the air
was it just you or is it hot in here
kuroo suddenly turned to look at you and honestly you’ve never been more intimidated in your life because wow
he’s beautiful
“who’s the pretty girl daichi-san? is she your girlfriend?”
“no no she’s our couch’s sister”
“hi i’m ukai y/n, nice to meet you”
and you shake his hand and you’re SHOCKED
“kuroo tetsurou, likewise”
his hand is so warm n rough oh god
you suddenly wonder what it would feel like to have his hands slowly wrap around your throat as he starts to thru-
NO
nO DIrtY ThOuGhTs
bad
bad y/n
you’ve been so caught up in your day dream that you didn’t realize that you were still hold kuroos hand
and you look up to see kuroo looking like a smug little shit as if he was saying
‘are you ever gonna let go or?’
and it really made you wanna hit him
really badly
you wanted to punch his mouth
with your mouth
GAHSJDGA
stOp
okay anyways
you snatch your hands away from kuroo and he just smirks at you like a smug little bastard
“what’s wrong kitten? didn’t wanna let go of my hand?”
at this point you’re too flustered to even talk so you take it as the time to back off and just let kuroo be a little fuckhead
but suddenly you’re snatched by tanaka and noya
you somehow end up bumping into kiyoko and you’re just like “omg i’m so sorry kiyoko-san i didn’t mea-“
“don’t worry about it y/n-chan, accidents happen”
and wow
wow
a goddess
now you see what tanaka and noya see
she’s beautiful
maybe you do want the best of both worlds.....
...
...
ANYWAYS
tanaka and noya end up showing you off to their equally as weird friend taketora and of course like the normal person you are you greet him and introduce yourself
but before he even gets the chance to talk kiyoko’s already pulling you away telling you that she needed some help with setting up some of their gear
and of course like the puppy you are you follow her because yes you’re in love with her
i mean
who isn’t
lesbi honest
everyone’s a simp for kiyoko
moving on
finally they’ve started to play a match
and you’re very impressed
especially by hinata and kageyama because wow their skill was amazing
and hinata’s jumps were crazy
obviously you played volleyball yourself being ukai’s grand daughter
and you weren’t that bad
considering the fact that you play for japan’s u19 team with ushijima
who was a very close senpai to you
so close to the point where you’d call him your older brother
rip keishin
back to the game
everyone in karasuno was very promising and you were getting excited with the ideas that were flooding into your head
but nekomas not too bad either
they were pretty solid with their defence and some people might think that it’s all about the attacks but
your attack doesn’t mean anything if the ball doesn’t touch the floor in the court
you were very impressed with the bedhead’s receives a n d blocking
every time he managed a good save or blocked anyone he would always glance in your direction
and it may or may not have made you feel nervous because who doesn’t get nervous when an attractive person looks at you
sadly
the game finished rather quickly
at this point everyone was already cleaning up and of course you decided to help
you thought that you would be able to play just a little bit but your brother just wanted you to familiarize yourself with the teams before you went on the week long training camp with them
which was in two weeks
:)
you were trying to take the volleyball net down until a tall figure comes up behind you and takes the net from you
you turn around and guess who it is
kuroo frocking tetsurou
what a surprise
“don’t worry about it peaches i got it”
wha
did this man just call you PEACHES
peaches as in the scary girl who goes to famous peoples houses?
i think NOT sir
“pEACHES? what is that supposed to mean??! huh?!?”
“woah woah calm down babe, it’s just a nickname. i call you peaches cuz you smell like peaches”
ohhh
okay
that’s fine
“i’ve been wondering though, if you smell like peaches then would you taste like peaches??”
wHAT
wHATSGFSZHSJ
rip y/n’s remaining brain cells
“how about it doll? are you gonna give little old me a taste?”
and he’s suddenly pushing himself closer to you
and you close your eyes because it really looks like he’s about to kiss you and omg it’s like your first kiss hELP
but instead of a kiss
he just laughs at you
this man is literally bent over and CACKLING his lungs out
“you’re so cute doll, i wouldn’t kiss you without your permission. plus i gotta take you out first. wanna go on a date with me some time?”
and you’re just so caught off guard
that you can’t even manage a verbal response
like you just nod your head and then he’s ruffling you’re hair and walking away with the volleyball net
what the hell just happened
did you just score yourself a date
yes
yes you did
you go girl
sadly
it’s time for you and your babies to go
and kuroo being the good person he is
walks you guys out
but before you can get on the bus
kuroo pulls you to the side and bends down to your height to whisper in your ear
“text me sometime peaches”
and you suddenly feel him putting a piece of paper in your back pocket
then he’s pushing you onto the bus and you’re just dumbfounded
did he just touch your bum
could he not just hand it to you
not that you were complaining,,, but now you just wanna know what it would feel like if he just grabbed your bum with both of his hands while you sit on his la-
nO
BAD
BAD
BAD
gosh you have it bad for this boy
the moment you got him you debated whether to text him or not
i mean
you didn’t even look at the piece of paper yet
so you go into you back pocket and open the paper
‘xxx-xxx-xxxx text me when you get home peaches, i already miss your pretty face -kuroo’
WHY IS HE SO CUTE
you get up and start looking for your phone
and you spend like 6 minutes trying to think of what to say
but you finally settled with
hi :)
hopefully that was normal enough
and not even 1 minute later you already got a reply
hey cutie :) did you get home safe
wHY IS HE SO DARN CUTE
and your conversation goes from there
you guys literally talk about everything
from his favourite colour to the time when your leg fell in a hole and you slammed your whole body on the ground causing your ribs to shift and now whenever somebody touches the top of your chest they can feel the top of your ribs
(that was actually a true story and yes it happened to me and yes my ribs are very very fucked up but i’m still alive soooo)
by the time you were back in tokyo
you and kuroo were basically best friends
you guys texted, called, and facetimed every day
you stepped out of the bus and low and behold
it was kuroo waiting for you
“tETSUU”
you run to him and jump in his arms
and he catches you and swings you around a few times
everyone was just like
o.o
‘when did they get so close’
and your older brothers just like
>:(
this is n o t good shaggy
and kuroo introduces you to everyone
especially his buddies bokutou, akaashi, and kenma
and bokutou’s bombarding you with questions
and he asks why you’re wearing a shiratorizawa sweater
and you’re just like ‘i go to school there..’
and he’s just like
“oH YOU KNOW USHIJIMA? IM IN THE TOP 5 ACES RANKING WITH HIM IM SO COOL RIGHT”
“bokuto-san i think you’re scaring her”
“aKAAASHGHSI YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY ‘bokuto-san you’re so cool’”
and you and kuroo are just laughing your asses off
while kenma’s playing with his psp
pspspspspsppss
“bokuto-san you’re so cool”
“aKAAASHUDID YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT EARLIER”
at that point you and kuroo have already walked away
and he brings you to your room
and helps you settle down your things
gosh he’s such a gentleman
y/n was ready to risk it all for this man
“peaches you okay?”
“oH i’m fine yes yes i’m fine tetsu”
“okaaaayyyy if you say so peaches” and kuroos just going through your bag checking if you have snacks
“tetsu i don’t have any snacks in there for you”
“really? what do you mean? you do have a snack for me tho”
and you’re jus like lol no i don’t
and he’s slowly walking towards you and you highkey feel intimidated but fuck that you’re not a bussy
at this point kuroo’s sitting on your legs while his arms are slowly creeping up your sides
and in your head
you’re just like
‘ahh this is it i’m gonna have a heart attack’
and suddenly
kuroo’s tickling you and you’re crying on the floor because HSJDJH
TICKLES
“tETSU PLEASE I CANT BREATHEEHHHD”
“what’s that peach? i cant hear you”
“tETSU YOU DIPSHIT PLEASE STOPFDISHS”
“hmm i don’t know, i think i’ll stop if you say ‘nya’ for me”
“gO TO HELLSKDIS”
“come on pretty, say it for me”
you’re blushing sO HARD
“n-nya”
and kuroo just freezes up because he didn’t think that you’d actually do it
“tetsu? u ok?”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“tetsu”
“o-oH yeah i’m fine silly i was just thinking”
“what were you thinking about neko-chan?”
“you.”
GAHSJDJSHSGS
he was going to be the death of you
you, kuroo, bokutou, akaashi, hinata, and tsukishima suddenly ended up at an empty gym
and you guys wanted to play a match so
why not
it was you, kuroo, and tsukki
versus bokutou, hinata, and akaashi
it was a very intense but fun game
akaashi set to bokutou and bokutou did a cross shot
which wasn’t properly blocked by tsukishima
but luckily you were there to pick it up
and kuroo set to you and you slammed it down before they could even block you
the whole gym was silent
wha
how did-
hUH
“peach what”
“what tetsu”
“since when were you so good at volleyball”
“tetsu i play for japan’s u19 team, why did you think i was here in the first place? i’m here to help you guys”
and hinata’s just yelling
“y/n-cHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU PLAYED NO WONDER WHY YOU LOOKED SO FAMILLIAR OMGJDSI”
after you got exposed
it was only you and tetsu left in the gym
after everything was cleaned up
kuroo pulled you aside before you could leave the gym
“t-tetsu what’re you doing? the gym lights are already of-“
“shut up for one second”
o.o
ogey then
“peaches i really like you. i know that we haven’t known each other long but it feels like i’ve known you since forever. will please let me take you out”
what
...
did he just
yes he did
“t-tetsu,,, i really like you too, and i would love it if we could go out on a date sometime”
and at that moment tetsu just
“HELL YEAHHH”
and he’s getting close to you again
to the point where he’s pressing you against the wall
he cups your cheek and leans closer to your face
“peaches,, can i please kiss you right now”
“yeah”
you close your eyes as you feel tetsu’s hot breath hovering other your soft lips
gosh
this was it
your were gonna kiss tetsu
your crush
until
...
...
...
...
“gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER BRAT”
and kuroos just like
wHAT THE FUCK
it’s your brother
keishin
“nII-SAN WHY”
“gET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW Y/N”
and you sadly look up at tetsu
and he just smiles at you and gestures for you to go
until you get up on your tippy toes and kiss tetsu full on the mouth
you catch him by surprise but he quickly kisses you back
you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly work your way up into his hair until you’ve got a good grip on him
kuroos hands weren’t staying still either
his hands were slowly creeping down your sides until he grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you up and holds you against him
his hands end up on your bum
and then
he squeezes
“THAT IS IT Y/N STOP SUCKING FACE AND GET OVER HERE”
oops
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For the prompts, #5 with intruality if you're comfortable?
(Hi! Intruality is the cutest, thanks for the prompt, and sorry for the delay!)
Words: 1706
“Sometimes,” Remus says, “I wonder if you even like me.”
“What?” Patton almost drops the bag of groceries. Miraculously, he manages to hold onto it. “Remus, what are you talking about? Of course I like you!”
“I dunno.” Remus’ feet skim the ground, and his fingers are blurring into each other, like they always do when he’s upset. “It sure feels like you hate me sometimes.”
Patton gapes at him and tries desperately to remember when he said something like that. But he can’t think of anything. They just went to the grocery store, bought some food for the apartment, and left. And sure, there was that little skirmish when Remus toppled over the cans of tomato soup, but Patton knew he didn’t mean it! And they didn’t even get kicked out again.
“What are you talking about?” Patton decides to ask again, in the hopes that Remus will answer. Remus hardly ever talks when he doesn’t want to, but it’s worth a shot.
“Today,” Remus finally says. He’s trying hard to seem unbothered, but it isn’t working. “I almost got you in trouble again.”
“You did no such thing.” Patton fixes Remus with his determined dad friend look. “Sometimes cans of tomato soup happen to fall over. Nobody could even see you!”
“Yeah, so they blamed you again.” Remus gestures at the groceries in Patton’s hands. “‘S always you. Don’t you ever get tired of it?”
“No!” Patton exclaims. “You’re my best friend!”
“I’m dead, Patton.”
Patton’s stomach does a little somersault, and not the fun kind. “Yeah, but that doesn’t change anything.”
Remus folds his arms as they cross the street. To anyone else, Patton is talking to himself. Remus only shows himself to people he likes. And he likes Patton, he always has, and Patton likes him.
Why would Remus ever think otherwise?
And yes, they didn’t start off on the best foot, but things are good now! Super and duper and all-around fun. Remus is just like a regular roommate, except for the occasional showers of blood.
“Look, I’m sorry or whatever,” Remus says, as if Patton’s been pushing for an apology. “I don’t mean to keep messing things up.”
“You haven’t messed anything up.”
Remus huffs, and the sign near them clangs, like pebbles have hit it.
“I’m not mad at you,” Patton says. “I don’t see why I would be. Nothing bad happened, we’ve got our groceries, including your deodorant--”
That does draw a smile out of Remus.
“--so it’s no big deal!” Patton smiles back at him. “Everything’s a-okay. Always has been, always will be.”
Remus smiles a bit more, and then it drops, like a cloud passing over the sun.
“Don’t act like that,” Remus finally says, reluctantly.
“Like what?”
“Like everything’s fine.” Remus waved an arm through a trash can. “Like everything’s hunky-dory and peachy and there isn’t a single thing we gotta work on.”
“I’m not saying there isn’t,” Patton says. “I’m just saying there isn’t right now!”
“There always is!” Remus snaps back, and Patton wonders just how long he’s held himself back from saying this. It’s a scary thought--Remus never holds anything back. “There’s always something wrong, and you’re always trying to brush right past it.”
“Well, excuse me for not dwelling on the bad stuff!” Patton hoists the groceries further in his arms. Remus hasn’t offered to help carry them, but if they drop, Remus will catch them. At least, he hopes so. “I’m just trying to look on the bright side!”
“Look in a butthole, it’ll give you a better view.”
Patton winces.
“See?” Remus waves his arms at Patton. “I gross you out! You can’t stand me sometimes!”
“You’re my friend!”
“And friends can still gross each other out!” Remus shrugs. “I dunno where you got this idea that friends can never ever fight each other.”
“I don’t know where you got the idea that I hate you!” Patton tries to walk faster and burn off his frustration, but it makes his grocery bag teeter, so he slows down. “You may be a bit--eccentric--”
“Freaky-deaky!”
“But you’re still my bestie!” Patton smiles at him. “Dynamic duo over here!”
Remus rolls his eyes all the way around. “Most people aren’t best friends with ghosts.”
Patton grips the grocery bag tighter. He’s not sure if he can feel it slipping, or if he’s just worrying over nothing. “Well, I’m not most people, then.”
“People think you’re weird.”
“People can deal.”
“I get you in trouble.”
“You don’t much,” Patton says, which is truer than it used to be. Remus tries harder now. “And it’s worth it to have you around!”
“You didn’t ask for me!” Remus bursts out. “You didn’t ask for this!”
Patton opens his mouth and closes it again. Remus seems to be finally done, because he drifts silently along the sidewalk, like a cloud of dust in the sunlight. The cars rumble past. Someone’s sitting on the stoop of their apartment, drinking a coffee, and Patton knows it looks like he’s all alone. Holding his groceries, struggling over the cracks in the concrete, talking to no one at all.
“You’re a real friend,” Patton says. “Even if you’re not, like--there.”
“I don’t have a heartbeat,” Remus supplies. “And I can do this!”
Patton doesn’t close his eyes fast enough, but Remus only tugs his tongue around his face. It’s not half as bad as sometimes. Patton almost finds himself smiling.
“See?” Patton teases. “Why get an alive friend when dead ones can wrap their tongues around their skulls?”
“True,” Remus says.
“And I like you,” Patton says, gripping the groceries tightly. “No matter what.”
Remus is quiet for a bit. “You didn’t use to.”
“Well, you didn’t use to be dead,” Patton points out. Snapping a bit, but he can’t help himself. “Things change.”
“True.”
Patton didn’t use to like Remus. And it took a lot of getting used to, having a roommate who didn’t sleep, a roommate who ate deodorant and banged pots in midair and whispered things in Patton’s ear while he was talking. Remus didn’t want to be there--he made that clear enough.
Or maybe he did want to be there. Maybe he wanted to be there, to be as real as he could, as loud and as obnoxious and as there as possible.
Patton got used to him. Patton managed.
And at first it was for Roman. It was so Remus wouldn’t have to bother Roman while he was studying, and Remus wouldn’t have to get upset as much. And then it was for Patton’s pride--because gosh darn it, he would make friends with this ghost. He was Patton. He could make friends with anyone.
Then he did.
And now--he did so much more than manage.
Now he did it for Remus. Because they were friends, and they got along, and Remus deserved someone who could see him.
Patton didn’t know how to explain that, though. Remus still had a point--things did get tense, sometimes, and maybe Patton brushed that under the rug a bit too much. But it evened out. You had to crack eggs to make an omelet. Friends fought, and it was okay.
“You’re my friend,” was the version of all those thoughts that Patton managed to say. “I care about you. I’m not mad at you, and I’m not stuck with you. I like you a lot.”
“I like you too,” Remus said, “but--”
“No buts!” Patton giggled and Remus giggled, too. “Ha, butts--anyway, no objections. We are friends. You get on my nerves sometimes, but you’re still super fun, so it evens out!”
“But--”
“Not a single butt, mister!” Patton shifts the groceries in his arms. “If I like you and you like me, doesn’t seem like there’s much more to talk about.”
“But...” Remus waits for Patton to interrupt him. Patton gives him a nod. “You--you could probably find, like, another friend if you really wanted. Send me to hang out somewhere else.”
Patton looks at him. Remus looks away. His face is blurry, but Patton thinks he can see a frown.
“Yeah, I could find another friend,” Patton says. “But they wouldn’t be you!”
“That’s the point.”
“Then it’s a bad point!” Patton adjusts the groceries so he can extract one arm and point at Remus. “See, this is a good point. My good point. Which is that I like you just the way you are, and if you keep talking bad about yourself, I’m going to physically fight you!”
Remus snickers a bit. “You’re sure?”
“Of course! One thousand percent!” Patton nods determinedly. “What other friend would get that jerk to leave us alone at the farmer’s market?”
“He was asking for it,” Remus says.
“He was!” Patton agrees. “Or what about the time you found my wallet? In, like, ten seconds? Sure, the tables and plates got a bit scuffed, but it was super efficient!”
Remus smiles a bit wider. “I did do that. That was cool.”
“The coolest!” Patton’s getting into his stride now. “And you watch movies with me, and you’re great for moving boxes, and you’re so creative with your facial expressions, and you make me laugh--”
“And I look out for you,” Remus says suddenly, like he didn’t put the pieces together. “Without me, you’d be--”
“Fine,” Patton says, because he’s not used to relying on people. “But sad,” he adds, because he relies on them anyway.
“Huh.” Remus nods to himself. “Oh yeah, this whole thing goes both ways. Can’t believe I didn’t think of that part.”
Patton smiles at him. “Do you feel better?”
“Yeah, I think so!” Remus grins. “You’re a real firework, Pat-Pat!”
“A firework?”
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re all bright and cheery and fun!” Remus laughs. “And because you set the table on fire that one time--”
Patton flushes. “I didn’t--”
“I saw you--”
Remus is laughing, and despite himself, Patton starts laughing, too. He almost doesn’t notice when the groceries slip from under his arm.
He drops the groceries. And Remus catches them, easily, before they hit the ground.
“I need my deodorant,” Remus says as a defense, when Patton gives him a thankful smile. “Be careful.”
Patton picks up the floating groceries. “Don’t worry, I will be.”
Give me a prompt, and I’ll write a short drabble!
#intruality#patton sanders#remus sanders#sanders sides#remus sanders angst#tw death#ghost au#the intruality ended up platonic or maybe pre-romantic#watch me just throw darts at the dartboard for these pairings#is it platonic? romantic? other? who the fuck knows? not me!#send me prompts to watch me flail with dialogue and forget abt relationships#anyway i'm gonna take a teeny break for a walk but then i'll be back!!#averywrites#anon#asks and answers
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-Sophisticated Warmth-
Beckett Harrington x F!mc (Ellie)
The Elementalists
Warnings: none fluff
A/N: @feartheendlesssummer made a post I just so happened to see so here we are! Here is the post that’s my prompt
I unfortunately do not own Beckett Harrington, I only own my MC and Beckett is the property of @playchoices (lucky)
~Masterlist~
The empty hallways of Pendergast echoed Beckett’s footsteps as he walked down them, book in hand. Professor Englund had told them to prepare for an upcoming test on magickal flora and they’re principal uses, and he wanted to know everything like the back of his hand. Nature such as flowers always excited Beckett, like the stories behind their name, or what climate they grow, but ever since he started his studies at Pendergast, all the light and beauty of them reminded him of her.
Beckett had assured himself and his family that after he left for Pendergast, nothing would stop him from being the most focused student. All those plans seemed to slowly dissolve the more time he spent with her. If they were in the same room he could never stop his eyes from wandering towards her, if they were talking, he would always get lost in her emerald green eyes that would glow on all on their own. All his plans for 4 years of no distractions where now gone. Poof
“Pull yourself together Harrington...” he growled under his breath. He would see the smallest things that reminded him of her. Flowers, the color yellow. The gosh darn sun for goodness sake. He couldn’t stop...
As he rounded the corner, he heard a familiar voice sound from behind him.
Speaking of the most perfect human being to ever exist...
“Harrington!” Ellie called from behind him. She jogged up to him as he slowed down. After she had caught up, she smiled at him from the side, giving him a million butterflies in his stomach.
“What’re ya up too? It’s not like you to not be at the library at this hour. Don’t we have an exam coming up soon?” She starts the conversation like always.
But... like always... he wasn’t listening. I mean he was?
He only stared at her face and listened to the sound of her voice. Anything she was actually saying went in one ear and out the other.
“-I mean you’re always there so I went lookin-“
She paused and turned to face him.
“Um... hellooo?? Beckett? Anyone home?” She slightly waved her hand in front of his face to grab his attention.
“Huh?!” He snapped back into reality to find Ellie raising her eyebrows at him with a soft smirk playing on her lips.
Ugh, snap out of it Harrington! She’s right there! My gosh she’s so adorable and cute. Oh no I’m doing it again...
He cleared his throat before talking.
“Uh, Yeah, Professor Englund gave us the study guides for them yesterday. I’ve completed part of it already but I had potions homework from Professor Kontos.” He tried to ignore the fact that he was practically drooling at her the moment he hearses her voice.
“Yeah, that’s another reason I was looking for ya.” She said.
“What do you mean?” They started waking again.
“I need some help with my test studying. Those study guides haven’t stuck and I’m not feeling very good about it so far.” She explained looking at him with hopeful eyes.
“Wanna go outside to the gardens and study with me?” She asked motioning to her backpack that he assumed was study material. Her smiles could light up a room and it sent him into a spiral but he was able to keep his composure this time.
“Uh, sure of course. I’m um, ready when you are.”
I sound like an idiot...
Her eyes lit up and her smile grew wider.
“Thank youuu!!! I’ll buy you a cup of coffee after the exam as a thank you.” She promises. He looks to her in suprise.
“Why would you want to pay me back?” He asked slightly siltig his head to the side.
“Its as a thank you, silly! You’re helping me improve my grades and get better at this whole magick thing, I can at least buy you some coffee to give my thanks.” She insists.
“I-Um, that’s- I.”
Calm down...
He clears his throat. “Thank you, Ellie...”
“Anytime! If you need a coffee buddy then I got you.” She starts but gives him a sideways glance with a smile. “And spending time with you is never bad either.” She winks.
Uh oh. Beckett felt the heat rising to his cheeks, making Ellie giggle.
“Come on, mr. tomato.” She laughs and starts walking towards their destination leaving Beckett to gawk after her before catching up.
A few short minutes of walking and the pair made it to their study area. Ellie found a work bench and placed her stuff down, then turning her head up to look around at the beautiful scenery that surrounded them.
Nothing here is as beautiful as she is...
Beckett shook his head at the cheesy comment and followed suit in placing his book bag down. Ellie smiles at him and grabs first book out.
“Ready to help a maiden in distress?” She says plopping her ‘Magickal Flora Encyclopedia’ book down on the table
“Uh, Yeah.” He says grabbing some other books to keep him busy while she works on the tasks he gave her to improve. A few minutes of explaining and Beckett is ‘reading’ on some potion properties while she studies.
When I say ‘reading’, you can obviously tell he is in fact, not reading...
His gaze glanced back and forth between his book and her face more times then he hairs on his head.
Why is she so perfect!?!?! Stop it Harrington, you need to focus here.
He didn’t focus.
There was something so magnetic about her as a whole. The urge to hug her, kiss her, touch her hair, was stronger than anything he had ever felt.
He has never been in a serious relationship. Sure he had crushes a few times, but nothing about those could even come close to out numbering how strongly he felt about her.
“Andddd, done!” Ellie said about ten minutes later smiling up at him. He didn’t even realize how long it had been.
“Nice work. You think you’re done for today? It’s almost eleven and we can work some more tomorrow.” He said closing his book.
“I can at around 2:30 after Theif practice, how does that sound?”
“Perfect.” He smiles.
“Wanna walk around? I’ve only been here once but it’s so pretty.” She stares in awe at the garden’s beautiful flora and vegetation, making Beckett want to stare at her face even longer.
“Sure, I’d like that.” He replies with heat in his cheeks. She turns her head back towards him and smiles.
“Let’s go!”
Ellie watches Beckett as he explains some of the flowers around the garden as well as their purpose, some of which she remembers from her studying and tests herself on. He even gave her his jacket to keep her warm.
It smells like him too...
She enjoyed watching Beckett talk about his passions and it made her happy to know that he was enjoying himself and was able to be comfortable around her.
He’s also cute. She smiles.
“-and that’s why they can be made into a tea without the side effects of its plain nectar.” Beckett finishes before checking his watch.
“Guess it’s time to head back, huh?” Ellie guesses adjusting her book bag that laid on her shoulder.
“I suppose so...” Beckett looks a little deflated and the thought of tonight ending.
“Are you upset I have to go?” Ellie jokes bumping her should go his playfully.
“Well I- um... yeah, I kinda am.” He admits making Ellie smile softly.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow Beckett, don’t miss me too much.” Ellie waves at him and gives him her thanks before walking towards the garden exit.
Buttt, just before she left, an idea popped into her head making her giggle. She turns around to catch back up to him.
Beckett turns around hearing her footsteps.
“Ellie? Everything oka-“ He starts But was abruptly cut off by her lips softly pressed against his. A current of electricity runs through him and her hand on his cheek felts so warm and soft. He closed his eyes and returned the kiss softly.
He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as she pulled away with a goofy smile.
“Sorry, just had to. See you.” She starts walking backwards towards the exit and shoots him a wink before turning and walking away, leaving a bumbling Beckett in her wake.
Holy Shit... he thought and started smiling like a fool. That was the most incredible thing to ever happen to him.
Now there was most certainly never going to be ‘focus’ again...
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Movie Nights And Songbirds
Summary: All they had wanted was a nice, quiet movie night, but Mafuyu decided he had other plans. Sadly, their songbird is about to learn the consequences of his sassy actions!
A/n: Hello!!! I'm excited to finally share this prompt with the world!
It came from an anon on Tumblr asking:
'ot3 mafuyu, uenoyama, and Yuki are having a movie night and mafuyu makes a few too many smarta*s comments (like he does to Hiiragi lol) so Yuki and uenoyama team up and tickle the hell out of him. Thus missing some of the movie... 👏🏼👍🏼👏🏼'
And it was just so gosh darn cute!!! I never thought of these three together, but I love it so much and I hope I did the prompt justice!
You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25249288
Enjoy! :)
Word Count: 1893
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“Can you please pass the popcorn, Uenoyama-kun?” Mafuyu asked sweetly, the little smile on his face making the darker haired musician blush a bit as he passed over the bowl of snacks.
“Hey! Why do you always ask him so nicely and then you just steal it from me?” Yuki asked as he came into the living room, taking a seat on Mafuyu’s other side and setting down their drinks on the table.
Mafuyu couldn’t help a little smile tugging at his lips as he took a piece of popcorn and popped it into his mouth. “Because he blushes really sweetly when I do,” he said honestly, only making Ritsuka’s blush deepen.
“No I don’t!” Uenoyama argued, making Yuki snort as he reached over and gave one of his pink cheeks a soft little pat.
“Oh heartstring, you really do,” he murmured softly and now Ritsuka was positive that he was just scarlet.
“See? It’s adorable,” Mafuyu murmured softly as he passed the popcorn to Yuki. Meanwhile Rituska wondered if there was any way for him to just bury himself in the couch cushions for the rest of forever to hide his embarrassment.
“I think you broke him, songbird,” Yuki teased, leaning forward to grab the remote. His arm wrapped around Mafuyu’s shoulders, as he let his hand rest against Uenoyama’s shoulder. He gave it a gentle squeeze, trying to calm their blushing darling.
Ritsuka glanced over and caught Yuki’s soft smile and even though he knew he looked like a tomato he couldn’t help returning the warmth from it. “I-It’s okay. Besides… it was both of you who did this to me,” he teased back, giving a little squeak as Yuki lightly tugged on his ear.
Mafuyu couldn’t help giggling at that and shook his head as Yuki finally stopped his teasing and clicked the remote to finally start their movie.
It wasn’t long before they all finally started to settle down into the film, Mafuyu snuggling more comfortably between Yuki and Ritsuka. He always enjoyed being cuddled between the two, turning a little so that his back rested against Yuki’s side and letting his legs rest over Ritsuka’s lap. Yuki kept his arm around Mafuyu, but kept his hand gently resting on Uenoyama’s shoulder, thumb lightly soothing over him.
Uenoyama melted at the soft touch, his own hands soothing over Mafuyu’s ankles.
It had become a habit for the three of them to settle in on the weekends to enjoy a little movie marathon. Yuki always picked scary films because he loved getting to cuddle his partners closer. Ritsuka was a fan of mysteries and tried to puzzle out who the murderer or the con artist was. Mafuyu enjoyed the softer films and was always a sucker for romances. Tonight was Ritsuka’s night so they were watching the newest mystery spy film and honestly he was so excited to just relax and watch this movie with his two boyfriends.
However… something else always occurred during these nights.
Mafuyu was more than content to stay quiet while his own movie choices played. But when it was Yuki or Uenoyama’s night…
“Why do these movies always have to be so dark? It’s like the camera has sunglasses on it.”
Mafuyu… had a horrible habit of talking.
“Why is the bad guy always bald?”
“Do you think she knows that she is going to be murdered soon? I know it so she has to.”
“Where are all these weapons coming from?! He doesn’t even have that many pockets!”
They were only fifteen minutes into the movie and already Uenoyama could feel his normal patience starting to wane. Judging by the twitching of Yuki’s hand on his shoulder, the songwriter's own patience was being tested.
“Mafuyu,” Yuki whispered gently, his smile a little strained. “My sweet songbird… please… please just enjoy the movie? Maybe if you watch for a moment your questions will be answered?”
Glancing up at Yuki, Mafuyu put on a little pout before turning his gaze back to the action happening on screen. Apparently getting the gentle reprimand was the last thing he had wanted to hear. However, it did seem to work and Uenoyama settled back into watching his movie in peace… for about another five minutes.
“There’s no way he would be able to jump off a building like that and make it to the other one. This movie is unbelievable and ridihihi-ah! Yuki stahahap!”
Uenoyama only had a second to think before Mafuyu’s legs kicked out in his lap, his arms instinctively going to wrap around Mafuyu’s shins to protect his stomach and tender bits from a stray kick.
Glancing over to see what was happening, he felt his cheeks flush up once more as he watched Yuki unleashing a devastating tickle attack on Mafuyu’s sides. He knew from experience that there was nothing worse than being on the receiving end of a tickle attack from a musician who played a stringed instrument. Every tickle was precise and lethal and made to draw out the most ridiculous laughter from you.
Currently, Mafuyu was getting a reminder of this.
“I warned you didn’t I? All you had to do was watch the film that Uenoyama-kun picked and this could’ve been avoided,” Yuki teased, his fingers latching onto Mafuyu’s lower ribs, wriggling deeply against the sensitive bones and making Mafuyu arch and curl reflexively to try and get away from the horribly ticklish sensation.
“B-But ihihihit doesn’t mahahahake sehehense!” Mafuyu tried to argue through his manic giggling, his arms tucked close to his sides as he tried to squirm his way free.
“That doesn’t mean that you have to nitpick the whole thing! And look! Now we’re missing more of the movie and disturbing poor Ritsuka’s movie night!” Yuki continued to tease, flashing the guitarist a bright and teasing smile. “How rude of him, right? Perhaps Uenoyama-kun would care to join me?”
“N-Nohohoho! You’re b-bahahahad enough!” Mafuyu tried to argue through his ridiculous giggling, attempting to roll away onto the floor, but Yuki was too quick. Instantly he wrapped his arms around his smaller boyfriends torso, hugging him close, looking back to Uenoyama.
“I think it’s only fair since this is his movie that you so rudely interrupted with your sassy comments,” Yuki growled playfully, giving a little wink to Ritsuka which instantly made the poor guitar prodigy flush to his ears. “Go on, heartstring. You know you want to,” Yuki chuckled as Mafuyu caught his breath and narrowed his eyes at Ritsuka.
“Uenoyama wouldn’t do that to me! He may have an awful, awful, awful taste in movies, but he wo-AHAHAGAHAHAD!”
Mafuyu’s words were instantly cut off as his unrestrained laughter echoed through the apartment. Ritsuka’s arm was still latched around his partners shins, but his free hand was busy teasing Mafuyu’s feet, lightly tracing over his soles and finding this to be a rather effective weak spot against his darling.
“What do you mean awful taste in movies ?!?! These are amazing! And you’re just being a butt!” Uenoyama countered, trying to scowl at his laughing sweetheart, but even he wasn’t immune to the adorable sound.
Mafuyu was shaking his head and trying to get away, his laughter rising all the more as Yuki once again joined in on the torment. The feeling of Uenoyama’s fingers teasing against his feet and Yuki’s fingers once more attacking his ribs was driving him crazy!
“I’m sahahaharry! I’m sorryehehehehahaha!” Mafuyu cried out as Yuki shook his head with a light smile.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like you really mean it. What do you think, Ritsuka?” he asked lightly as the dark-haired guitarist glanced up and the two shared a playfully evil smile.
“No. I don’t think he’s really truly sorry yet. But he will be!” Uenoyama teased before hanging onto Mafuyu’s shins a little tighter with one hand as the other reached up to attack a spot he knew and loved so well.
“NO! No, Uenoyama-kun not my tum-MEHEHEHEHAHAHAGAHAHAD!”
As soon as Ritsuka’s fingers snuck under his shirt, Mafuyu knew he was a goner! His stomach had always been one of his weakest spots and now to have it under attack along with Yuki’s continued teases against his ribs… he was going to go crazy with laughter!
“Where are those smart comments now, songbird?” Yuki teased against his ear, blowing a few soft raspberries against the side of his flushed neck as he let his fingers vibrate in between his ribs where he still hugged him close.
“Not such a big talker now are you?” Uenoyama teased, his fingers spidering all over his poor partner's tummy and focusing on those extra sensitive spots that drew out the adorable snorts and squeaks he loved so much.
Mafuyu realized that with these two tickle monsters… he wasn’t getting away this time.
“I’M SAHAHAHARRY! I’LL BEHEHEHAHAHAVE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” he cackled, his head tossed back on Yuki’s shoulder as he let out the most ridiculously hysterical laughter he knew he’d ever produced.
Apparently it was also too much for Yuki and Ritsuka as their tickle attack slowly started to calm down as their own laughter took over.
“Oh m-my gahahad! Did you hear that?!” Ritsuka giggled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth as he giggled.
Yuki was no better, hiding his face against Mafuyu’s shoulder and chuckling softly, his own fingers stopping their torment. “Oh, songbird. You are far too adorable, you know that?” he cooed, eyes sparkling as he pressed a few soft kisses against his partners flushed cheek.
Residual giggles were still bubbling up from the young singer, but the smile on Mafuyu’s face showed that this had been just as fun for him as it had for the others. “You… you two ahahare… terrible!” he giggled.
“But you love us anyway,” Yuki pressed gently, a warm smile on his face as he kissed Mafuyu’s red cheek one more time, making it flush for a whole other reason.
“Yeah… I do,” Mafuyu murmured softly, turning to look at Yuki before glancing down at Ritsuka with that same soft smile. “I love you both and I’m… sorry for talking so much through your movie night, Uenoyama-kun.”
The gentle expressions he was getting from both of his boyfriends was already making Ritsuka turn all sorts of shades of red, but even he couldn’t stop the warm smile on his face.
“It’s okay. I think you more than made up for it with your laughter,” he teased lightly, giving his shin a soft pat as Mafuyu giggled before yawning against his hand.
“Oh?” Yuki cooed, hugging Mafuyu a little closer. “Did we wear out the songbird?”
“I think we might’ve,” Ritsuka murmured softly, his hands moving once more so that they could just soothe against Mafuyu’s legs, watching as the singers eyes slowly started to close. Glancing up at the tv he could see that the movie was well over halfway done now, but he found he didn’t really mind.
He would gladly allow any of his movie nights to end up this way. It wasn’t about the movie they watched or the plot of the film. The best part of these nights was simply being with those he loved and getting to share in silly, fun and sweet moments with them.
So really, it had been the perfect movie night all the way around.
#Given#Satou Mafuyu#uenoyama ritsuka#yuki yoshida#the ultimate ot3#my fics#tickling#cuteness#I loved this prompt#thank you for sending it!#I hope I did it justice for you!#tickle fic
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Love Struck!AU x Day6
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i just love their new album so i wanted to write this!
Sungjin
surprisingly calm about it
like you turn around to ask him what he wants at the cafe and he looks down into your eyes and it all clicks
you’re the gosh darn love of his life
and instead of saying it he’s like
“oh. a latte is fine.”
he spends way too much time thinking about the concept of being in love with you
like he zones out at practice and he’s just like, what about them is so special? why did my heart chose them?
jae, yelling at the top of his lungs: HEY CAN YOU PLEASE FOCUS
sungjin, zenned out: maybe i really like their,,,,,,,laugh? did i fall in love with their laugh?
everything about you is so much clearer now to him
like he knows how stupid he sounds but he sees you in HD
everything you do - even the little things - are amplified
and really you could be talking and there could be smoke on your left, or fire on your right
and it wouldn’t matter - his attention is one hundred and fifty million percent on you only you
and he thinks he’s hiding it well
but then you’re in front of him once again, excitedly telling him the plot of the last film you saw
and just as you lean over to take his hand - just because you’re all hyped up and excited
sungjin feels like every nerve in his body has started shaking so he’s like
“ow!”
pulling his hand back and you’re like “oh no, sungjin what’s wrong?”
and his brain can’t catch up with his mouth or his heart so it’s
just a MESS
“sorry, im in love with you, sorry i mean sorry i said ow - it felt nice to hold your hand, im in love with you - i mean sorry?”
you:
sungjin:
jae watching this happen in front of him: well. i think that went really good, 10/10 confession bro.
Youngk
denial central
all aboard the express train to denialville
refuses to even acknowledge the fact that he’s having romantic thoughts about you - absolutely ignores the fact that you touch his elbow absentmindedly on the train and it makes his heart do a backflip
he’s just like nope nope nope they’re just my friend nothing more nothing less
and then he’s forced with the realization that if anything ever happened to you
he’d either run across the earth and the oceans to make sure you were ok - or go berzerk on the person responsible
which aren’t really just things you’d consider doing for your “friends”
so yeah, youngk, you’re in love
he’s at his wits end with trying to pretend that he’s not into you like that
when you end up nearly falling down a flight of stairs because you tripped and he catches you just in the nick of time
the force of the pull basically toppling you over into his chest
and you’re laughing it off, going “ah im such a clutz!” when youngk just huffs
and you’re like “sorry - i know it’s annoying-”
and he’s like “don’t ever apologize, just promise you won’t get hurt.”
and you’re like ????? ok sure - why are you being so serious and he’s just like
not letting you get up off his chest because finally, he closes his eyes and he’s like
“because if you get hurt i think i might die, and believe me i wish i didn’t care so much but i do. i care a lot....because i love you.”
you: wait pause you what me?
youngk, suddenly red as a tomato: nothing i nothing you now like get off me........or don’t.......
Wonpil
captain obvious
might as well be wearing a neon headband with your name and hearts on it
the way he gazes at you with all the adoration in the world, the way he can’t stop himself from damn near glowing when you’re around
youngk jokes that he needs sunglasses whenever you two are around and you’re like why?? and wonpil is like yeah why?? and youngk is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,are you both joking or-?
wonpil’s love language is 100% physical affection and gifts
he showers you in hugs, hand always finding its way near yours - even if it’s just your pinkies barely touching - he has to have that contact
goes out and comes back with absolutely nothing the members asked him to buy but look he got you your favorite snack
saved your number with every heart emoji possible
if we were back in the 1800 hundreds there would be a massive amount of love letters on your doorstep
that’s the kind of lovestruck he is
and it’s crazy,,,because,,,,,,he never denies it,,,,,,but he never SAYS it either
so you guys are stuck in this loop of wonpil basically fluttering around in a pink haze and you being clueless about it because
“isn’t he like this with everybody?”
you and wonpil end up going to the mall alone one day, because jae and dowoon *strategically* canceled
and as you’re half joking about the cute puppy toy in the window - wonpil marches forward with 100% intention to buy it
and you’re like “no no, im just playing around!”
and he stares at you clear and pure eyed like “are you sure? anything you want - you know ill get it for you.”
and you end up sort of just looking at him for a while longer than usual and you’re like
“anything?”
“anything. the stars, the moon - do you want them?”
“that’s a bit romantic, isn’t it?”
wonpil blinks, “well i guess. isn’t it just normal to want to do anything that makes the person you love happy?”
Jae
victim of jealousy
at first he doesn’t mind how close you are to everyone else - he’s happy you’re likeable but then it’s like
why are you ,,,,,,,,, extra close to everyone but him
becomes a giant sulky baby about it - pout, cold shoulder (doesn’t last long cuz he’s a sap), sarcasm and all
“jae, do you wanna get lunch?”
“i thought you were on a sungjin’s cooking only diet.......”
“jae - can i hear any songs you’ve been working on?”
“youngk has been working on more ask him..........”
feels bad the instant there’s a hint of hurt on your face, but he’s too awkward to say anything to clean it up
gets told off by sungjin and wonpil for making you upset
apologizes without looking at you because if he does he’s scared he just might kiss you - you look so cute giggling and accepting his apology
you spend halloween handing out candy with an excited wonpil
and jae sits on the couch with his hands crossed - watching you and then pretending he’s looking at the wall when you look over
you catch him, he’s never been good at these things and when you ask him to join in
he huffs and says you won’t have fun with him anyway
you frown, taking his hand in yours and going
“jae - you’re always fun, that’s why i love you!”
the words hit like bullets and he can’t hide the twitch and stutter
“you l-l-l-ove me?”
the world spins ten times faster as you nod and grin, and jae is like c’mon c’mon say it back SAY IT BACK
but all he can manage is a “c-cool”
you don’t think much of it, tugging him over to the candy bowl as his palms sweat up and he thinks he might have just seen heaven
Dowoon
shyness personified
was sheepish around you when you first met (because oh my god you’re the prettiest sight he ever did see)
but when he realizes he likes you likes you he’s just like
oh no,,,,,,,,,,must avoid
cannot stand being alone in a room with you - it makes everything feel like it’s on fire
too scared to ask for advice, but he doesn’t need to
because the minute he makes a dash for the door when all the other guys suggest they go get some snacks while you and dowoon set up the movie you planned to watch
it’s like,,,,,,,,,,,oh - dowoon is being a baby again
jae tells him he has to just confess, he’s going to regret it when someone else does it first
meanwhile, wonpil just wants dowoon to make a list of all the things he likes about you like this is some middle school homework assignment
everyone is telling him one hundred different things and its confusing
and all he knows is that you smile and it feels like the sun
you start to worry when dowoon’s ears flush red
and you reach over to touch his forehead and ask if he’s sick and dowoon
just
topples over and you’re like oh no!!! im going to call a doctor!!
and he barely gains enough energy to be like “n-no im fine, it’s just -”
and you’re like “where does it hurt??? tell me???”
and he just looks up at you leaning over him and he’s like
“my heart,,,,,,?”
and when you lean down to press your ear to his chest he really thinks he might blackout
you: “it’s just pounding really fast - are you sure you’re ok?”
dowoon: “im fin-”
jae materializing out of thin air: “i suggest you kiss dowoon, that’s what webmd said you should do. i totally didn’t make that up on the spot.”
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Odd idea but Time Travel! Everyone meets their future kids!
Anon I have been waiting for someone to ask this exact thing!! you might wanna get comfy this might get a bit long like this is more of a mini fanfic than a headcanon
So after falling through the time portal Zora accidentally made when she tried to rewind the tv without the remote
Molly and Sylvie:
Their poor little faces are both beat red and they can't even look at each other!! they were at the puppy love holding hands and snuggling level and suddenly they have two twin children!!!
Its especially weird since they're the same age as Molly and keep caller her Mama Bear
She asks if she's a good mama...like her's was and they tell her she's the BEST EVER!!!
large tears swell up in her eyes they lean in to comfort her and begin to cry themselves *it runs in the family* and Sylvie just comes back to the three hugging in a puddle on the floor
He's gonna have his work cut out for him in 20 years
They all end up talking about their feeling alot
Maverick, unfortunately, ended up with ALL HIS PARENTS ANXIETY and is a tiny shy mess and hearing that his mama and daddy were just as bad at this age and got better really gives them ALL alot of hope for the future
Selena and Sylvie become one with the sheep together as she mentions they're homeschooled and he makes them memorize flashcards all the time and he just whips out the pack he had on him for his own amusement and quizzes her right there
Sel: oh my gosh dad, mom was right you where always a nerd
Sylvie: hey watch your mouth young lady!!
Sylvie is having wwwwaaaaayyyyy to much fun with the dad authority
Molly and Mav have a friendly little argument over what the best kind of bear is she still holds that Koalas don't count! and just talk about their pent up sadness while brushing each other's hair
They both refer to Percy as Grandma and its too much for her heart to take!!
eventually, they show them a family picture... they look so grown up!! Molly is still cute but also very very pretty! and Sylvie is crying laughing and dancing all at the same time because he's tall and handsome and has a beard and IS AN ACTUAL GROWN UP!!!!!
They look so... happy together, they look at each other still blushing molly reaches out to hold Sylvie’s hand he takes it shyly they both giggle and end up doing an adorable Eskimo kiss
Indus and Mera:
Indus’s mind is completely blown with so much pure love and joy when he finds out he’s going to be the proud father of 3 beautiful children and have a beautiful family with his beloved Mera (think screaming crying foaming at the mouth but all in a happy way)
He hugs all three of his beautiful future babies as tight as he possibly can which prompts Libby to start hugging him back from the other side leaving skinny little bird bone boys Cyrus and Maximus to get squished inside a beef sandwich
Cyrus: Dad seriously stop!!! You’re crushing my ribs!! but more importantly, you're being really embarrassing!!
Indus: *Sniff, Sniff* Y-you called me ...DAD!!!! *more fire hose pressure crying*
Cyrus: it’s my middle school graduation all over again...
Indus: AND YOU SOUND JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER WHEN YOU COMPLAIN!!!
speaking of which...
Mera is completely frozen she doesn’ t know what to think or how to process it until_
Max: *yanks on her shirt* are you okay mama?
She just bursts out crying because she never thought she could have children!! let alone three happy healthy ones!! Or a happy life and a family of her own it’s all too much!!
a family hug pile around mama ensues
Afterward, Indus and Libby spar with each other Mera and her moody boy share their general disdain for life and everyone plays with max because he’s so freaking cute
also, they actually show them a future pic of them: Mera is the Karenest looking Karen that ever Karened and Indus is wearing glasses mera is emotionally conflicted and Indus thinks they make him look a genius
Zora and Percy... and Ramsey:
Percy and Zora are so freaking proud of their two beautiful strong little women
Zora starts sweating from her eyes because she never thought she'd really ever have a little family like that and a great big group hug ensues
Zora also does a little dance and shoots of her guns when she finds out she is commonly referred to as Big Mama
Molly almost also almost dies when they refer to her as Big Sis
They both then start sparring with Dawn who they don't have to go easy on at all!! she's totally a match for both of them with her whip and the army of zombies she can raise form the dead!! her epithet is Artifact: she can restore anything to its original state! it's so epic!!!
They also start cooing over little Nia because she's just such a gosh darn cute little bunny! *cheeks are pinched*
it isn't until later that they actually get around to asking who their doner fathers are Nia that points at Rasmey...
Zora+Ramsey: WWWWHHHHHHAAAATTTTTTT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Zora spends a good hour screaming at the sky and comtimplating weither or not to kill Ramsey for getting his gross rat DNA inside her baby girl!!!
while that's happening Ramsey just brakes down on his knees because he can't comprehend how somthing using his DNA could turn out so unbelievably cute and just starts crying while his little bunny niece awkardly consoles him.
percy isn't that surpised, she always knew if she and zora had children she'd want Ramsey to be the doner, which only makes Ramsey cry some more.
after a while everybody managed to calm down and all agree that no matter what they still love their cute little baby nia!
and they tell the story about how Zora AND Ramsey spent months trying to convince Howie to take his place because they were both so scared of making a baby rat
both of them also let Nia braid their hair and put flowers in it
the girls show em a pic of future them too Percy is the most beautiful regal police chief woman ever with gray streaks and a freaking cape and everything!! Zora is having a straight up heart attack!!!
Future Zora's still pretty beautiful too and looks like a combo of a pj wearing stay at home mom and an assassin, Ramsey's pretty much the same but he's devolved into socks with sandles. the Uncle is really taking over
Giovanni:
Gio’s a little confused everyone’s kids are here but he doesn’t see anyone who looks like him anywhere
But all the other kids do dog pile their BIG BAD UNCLE GIO!!! Because he is going to be the best and only babysitter they’ve all ever had!!!- also he may or may not have made them all Blasters
(hang on folks this is gonna get feely)
while he absolutely loves that and all the new minions be can’ t help but feel...Oh well, I guess when you’re living the life of a big-time villain it doesn’t really leave a lot of room for marriage or kids or... family
But then he just happens to run into future Crusher and Future Spike they’re both wearing wedding rings and spikes...pregnant... he smiles and says he’ s so happy for the two of them that they could have such a wonderful life together all while he’ s struggling to hold back his tears (very very poorly)
Gio: W-Well *Sniff* I-I *Sniff* should leave *sniff* y-you t-two alone *sniff* you could be *sniff* do a-ahny second now!!
Crush grabs his hand just as he’s about to run away and cry forever and he notices that the little ring has 3 little diamonds blue, orange, and ...pink so does Spike’s. Crush slowly bring’s his hand over to Spike’s stomach and holds it there with his. It finally all clicks for him.
Gio: BBBHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! *a tiny lake is formed out of his tears as he hugs his soon to be baby girl*
Her name is gonna be Gianna “Gigi” BearClaw Potage and she’s gonna be the cutest little feral tomato ever!
#Epithet Erased#Ask#headcannon#headcanon#Futurekids#EEkids#ocs#molly blyndeff#Giovanni Potage#sylvie ashling#mera salamin#percival king#ramsey murdoch#Zora Salazar#Molly x Sylive#mera x indus#percy x zora#ramsey is best uncle now and forever#time travel au#mini fanfic
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Coming off anon to say I’ve been a pretty big fan of yours for a while now. “fan” sounds like a strange term to use, but I think it’s accurate. I’ve been following you since like?? Early Shiratorizawa antics?? Probably a little over a year ago, since that’s when I first got into Haikyuu, and I’ve just been reading your stuff ever since. Your writing has an addictive edge to it. It’s always been present, but it was glaringly obvious to me when I finished the most recent chapter. As soon as I was done, I felt a sense of emptiness and a craving for more. The same feeling you get at the end of a really good book, you know? There’s just a really warm, comforting feeling that comes with reading your works, and I find myself constantly re-reading them. Honestly, I would happily devour an entire novel written by you. I feel like I could read your stuff for hours- actually I don’t feel, I DO often stay up late into the night re-reading your writing. Anyways, I absolutely cannot wait for what comes next, and I guess I just wanted to let you know how much I admire you as a writer :) I hope your having a wonderful day! - Bailee
Ok, it took me a while to answer this because I felt a little overwhelmed on my part since this... this is so incredibly sweet u_u I always find myself getting a bit flustered whenever someone even mentions that they enjoy these silly pieces and one of the ultimate compliments is knowing that another person out there in the world is spending time to read and reread these works! especially from the beginning. that's amazing to me since it HAS been a little over year since I posted the first chapter! gosh, I will endow to you the yield of my crops for being so lovely 😭 (I have kumquats and a single tomato from my backyard garden that were grown with much love. they are yours now)
seriously though, thank you so much for sending this to me, bailee <3 it really warms my heart that you're finding the same type of joy I get when I write for this series. SA is the story I feel the happiest to write at the moment and it's also the longest darn thing I have ever posted LOL it's been a lot of work, but, at the end of the day, it is a rewarding experience not only for my own pleasure, but also for anyone else who enjoys this story. I'm excited to share what I have planned next with this series and I truly, truly, from the bottom of my heart, am so appreciative of you and your entire being. sending you all the love and more <3
#moosh woosh#wasting-away-on-the-internet#<- same#save#Nooo but for real you are so sweet )))':#I think I will look back on this whenever I need a boost of morale
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cobblestones: modern prince hyunjin au - part 9
[masterlist]
[pt 1] [pt 2] [pt 3] [pt 4] [pt 5] [pt 6] [pt 7] [pt 8] [pt 9] [pt 10] [final]
well howdy there pals hope your week has been good to you~! two parts left!!! also a short part this time so the parts line up with each other!!
pairings: hwang hyunjin x reader
wc: 1,100
description: alright here’s the plan: confess to the boy you like but know it won’t work out but pretend to be a couple anyway.. what could go wrong?
“hwang hyunjin... i like you too”
AH THERE
YOU SAID IT
HOW DOES IT FEEL
“.... ᵒʰ ˢᵉʳᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ I MEAN- i know, who wouldn’t like me” he said smirking
...
.....
did he JUST
“ah no no i’m kidding ... i’m really glad” hyunjin responds back
“so..”
“soo??”
“what now?”
“what do you mean”
“hyunijn,, i have to go home, you have to go home, do we really wanna do long distance?”
“i- i guess you’re right.. so what? we just pretend this never happen??”
“is that what you want?”
“i mean.. i kinda wanna take you on dates and hold your hand and tell you you’re pretty all the time and kiss your cute forehead and-”
“okay! okay.” you say as you freak out and put your hand over hyunjin’s mouth.
LIKE YOU’RE .5 SECONDS FROM BLUSHING LIKE A CHERRY TOMATO
“why don’t we.. go and dates and do all the fun coupley stuff but not.. actually call us a couple???” you suggest
.. really
(i feel like you read enough fanfics to know that this idea is a horrible idea)
“y/n, i’d do whatever if it makes you happy”
aH
MY HEART
okay this is okay
doing fun couple stuff without the commitment? what could go wrong?
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
“rise and shine beautiful!!”
WHAT on EARTH
“hyunjin??” you mumble
“of course! unless someone else calls you beautiful.. and if that’s the case i’ll fight them”
“omg shh let me sleep”
“no can do!! we’re in charge of last minute preparations for the ball!!”
yoU GROAN
BECAUSE
YOU JUST WANNA SLEEP in
but you’ll reluctantly get up
for hyunjin of course
“ah even with a bedhead you’re still looking as stunning as always”
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
when hyunjin said last minute ball preparations he meant
oh let’s just
stroll around london pretending to check on the cake and the decorations while we stop for bubble tea and talk about our lives
“no way! you’re an anime nerd!”
“you’re saying that like it’s a bad thing”
“i am NOT!”
“well whatever midoriya izuku has my heart and a half”
you guys sit down for a mid-afternoon picnic when you hear a
“wow mister you’re so tall!! can you help us get the soccer down from the tree??? jeongin kicked it up a tree >:(” a small boy says to hyunjin pouting
“seungmin hyuuunngg i didn’t mean toooo D:” a boy responds back
hyunjin ruffles ‘seungmin’s’ hair and says, “of course buddy”
and you watch as hyunjin gets the ball out of tree
and the boys are awe because ‘woW big tall guy helped get the soccer ball out of the tree!!”
and so they ask if he can play with them for a while
and duh hyunjin says yes because who can say no to those two adorable boys
and so you watch as hyunjin plays soccer with the boys and think about how much fun he’s having and how much the kids love him and how cute he looks with the sun is hitting his face just right and-
“hey y/n you okay?”
“huh?”
hyunjin runs over and puts a hand on your forehead
“you look pretty dazed.. are you okay? and you’re kinda burning up?”
oh that’s probs because you made me blush but haha we’re ignoring that
“uH NO I’M fine i’m okay!!!!”
“you sure?”
“yes yup totally bro”
“uhh okay... one more goal and i’ll promise we’ll leave!” hyunjin says as he leans over and kisses your forehead
cue the blush x2
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
you guys spend the rest of the day together
and like
you thought it went pretty well!!!
“hey hyunjin..” you start to say as you guys are walking back to the palace with your hands intertwined
“hm?”
“i.. had fun today”
“aw you did? i’m glad”
“can we.. do this again? before i leave?”
“ugh don’t remind me.. when do you leave again?”
“ two weeks or so,, but the ball is coming up and i know we’re gonna be busy because we didn’t actually do any work today”
hyunjin laughs and you can’t help but to think that it’s probably your favorite sound?
“it’s a date babe”
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
unfortunately
that ‘date’ never comes
you haven’t seen hyunjin in like four days?
and the ball is this weekend?
you try to replay your last conversation in your head
he DID say he was gonna take you out on another date right?
and it’s not like you sat on your butt waiting for him
like you asked everyone if they knew where he was
because gosh darn if he didn’t ask you then you would ask him
but no one seemed to know where he was
yeji didn’t know where he was
“hey yeji,, have you seen hyunjin lately?”
“actually no.. i haven’t,, don’t be too worried though i’m sure he’s doing last minute stuff for the ball..”
and felix was no help either
“hey lix,,, have you seen your brother?”
“now that you mention it.. i haven’t seen him in a while.. i’ll let you know when i do, y/n”
you start thinking things like
what if he’s dead in a ditch and no one knows??
what if he just left england without saying anything to you?? you didn’t have each other’s numbers?? why would you when you were staying TWO doors down from him??
what if he was abducted by aliens and now they’re trying to do weird experiments on his brain?????
but like
you can’t help but to think of him
and your feelings
because what DO you feel for him??
you like him. that’s for sure
is it something more than a simple crush though?
is it
love?
there’s like
no way
it’s been like
a day
(technically it’s been a month and a half since you’ve known him)
but still
too soon for love
luckily
three days later,, felix runs up to you and says
“Y/N i just saw hyunjin head outside to the garden”
you actually can’t believe it
so he didn’t leave you without a word
he didn’t die in a ditch
he wasn’t being probed my aliens!!!!
you run and run until you reach the garden
super excited to see the boy who has been running through your mind the past WEEK
and you open the doors with the biggest smile in your face
and wow! a sight that wipes that grin right off your face
you see hyunjin
linked arm in arm with a girl
a very very pretty girl may you add
“y/n?” you hear him say
“hyunjin?”
you and hyunjin look at each other with shocked faces
but hyunjin is the first one to break eye contact
before looking back at you with a look you can’t decipher
“y/n, meet mirai, my fiancée”
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
a/n: pals i don’t know if you saw that coming but like let me know if you did because while i love the cliches,, you know how it goes
n e ways, next part is the ball scene we’ve been waiting for!!
thanks for reading pals it means a lot!!!!
#hwang hyunjin#stray kids#skz#stray kids imagines#hwang hyunjin imagines#hwang hyunjin x reader#hyunjin x reader#hyunjin stray kids#prince hwang hyunjin#kpop imagines#kpop fluff#modern prince hyunjin#hwang hyunjin stray kids#stray kids fluff#stray kids angst#i really finished this at 4am#good night pals uwu#cbseung imagines
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When 2020 Hands You a Staycation, Make... Everything
My family was looking forward to our trip for months. My mom was going to take all of us to a beautiful cabin at Kentucky Lake. It would have been the first time we've all gone on a family vacation in literally decades. And man, did we need it. But, of course, we forgot to consider the 2020 factor. So, literally days before we were supposed to leave, the air conditioning went out in my truck, my grandma broke her hip, my grandma-in-law was diagnosed with a terminal illness (and passed away soon after), and my mom tested positive for COVID-19. And so, in a twist of fate that we all should have seen coming, our vacation turned into a staycation. And this is how mine went…
Like any respectable week stuck at home, my family's started with donuts. And the food just kept coming all week. It was my fault, really. I decided I'd play Master Chef, and so I cooked and I cooked and I cooked, from scratch. Fettuccine alfredo, sushi (x 2), all the grilled things (including my world famous ribs with homemade BBQ sauce), breakfast yummies, pizza (for my wife's birthday), and Sunday piña coladas. We can't forget the Sunday piña coladas. My family will back up my claim that it was all wonderful (even if my wife complained about all the weight she gained), but if I'm being honest, by the end, I was a little sick of cooking. Okay, a lot sick of cooking. And that unexpected side-effect was kind of the theme of my week.
Along with cooking, I kept the Martha Stewart Living dream alive by starting an elderberry tincture, bottling up some flavored alcohol I've been working on, cleaning my fish tanks, fixing my wife's shower, and spending three days power spraying All the Things—little honey-dos and creative projects to keep my mind and body busy, to make me feel like the week wasn't completely wasted. Unfortunately, that mentality royally backfired. You see, the thing about projects is that there's an endless supply of them. There's no finish line to the things that need doing. And once you start digging into the pile, you realize just how deep it is. And then you quickly realize how little time you have left to do them before you have to go back to work for another year. At least, that's what happened to me, which tinted every day with this little feeling of desperation, like I wasn't in control of my time, my work, or my life. And as I got further into the week, I started feeling a little worthless, like none of the things I was doing, had done up to that point, or would ever do again, meant a gosh darned thing. And that kind of thinking is a royal bummer when you're on vacation, let me tell ya.
By the final Sunday, it got to the point where I was sitting on my back porch with beautiful weather, good music, a colada in my hand, my amazing wife by my side, and my kids squealing in the kiddie pool, and all I could think about as I stared up at the fluffy, white clouds was, "Why do I feel so bad?" And then I felt bad for feeling bad. At that moment, my life was perfect. So why was I searching for more? Why did I feel like I hadn't done enough on my vacation—enough work, enough relaxing, enough memory making? I'd done my best all week to stay in the moment and be appreciative of my abundant blessings. But for some reason, it hadn't helped. I'd kept dreading my return to the "real world" despite a pretty stinkin' successful staycation. So what was it? What was bothering me about that perfect week? Well, I can be a little slow sometimes. The obvious often eludes me. Remember the first paragraph of this post? The one where all the bad things happened? Yeah, I guess I had tried to bury that reality instead of deal with it. And there ain't no amount of sushi or power spraying or piña coladas that can bury 2020.
It's strange that it took me going back to work on Monday to gain some real perspective. The thing I had been dreading was the very thing that saved me—that helped me appreciate everything about my previous week spent at home. Not because work was bad or hard. Quite the opposite, actually. My first day back was busy, I felt scatterbrained, and I was thoroughly exhausted when I got home. But it felt great. Getting back with my patients and co-workers, doing what I knew so well how to do, falling into a rhythm. It all helped remind me of who I am and what all I'd learned from my staycation (yes, I'm repeating that ridiculous word to annoy everyone who hates it). And, as it turns out, I learned quite a lot.
First off, I do actually love my job. I love helping people (even if they exhaust me). I love what I do and who I work with. I get burned out from time to time, but there's no other career I would rather do on a full-time basis. It offers a sense of fulfillment and stability that I've never appreciated until now (which has also given me a greater appreciation for all those people stuck at home in quarantine. I guess putting your life on hold isn't as amazing as it sounds…). Secondly, I love my family. There are some real memories from this past week that I'll never forget. Those lazy afternoons in the back yard with my wife while my kids played in their tiny pool. The mornings getting sunburned at my six-year-old's soccer games. The movie nights, laughs, and cuddles. Oh so many cuddles. Despite the craziness and heartache looming just outside our little pocket universe, my family and I really did make the most of it. Oh, and the last thing I learned? When making homemade pizza sauce, don't add baking soda to lower the acidity and then mix the resulting science experiment in a sealed blender. That is, unless you're looking to redo your kitchen.
On the bright side, my wife figured out what she wanted for her birthday—a new blender! That, my friends, is what you do when 2020 strikes. You make lemonade out of lemons. Sure, tragedy continues to weigh on our planet, our country, our society, and our families. Yes, my grandma's hip is still broken. Yes, my family lost a wonderful woman last week, and the world will always be just a little darker for that loss. Yes, the pandemic continues to rage. Yes, my county is second in the nation for active cases, which means full protective equipment and precautions at work every day. And yes, I'm going to have to pay a few hundred dollars to have my truck's air conditioner fixed. But you know what? My mom has been essentially symptom-free as she battles the Virus Which Shall Not Be Named. In fact, she's been out doing yard work. That's the epitome of making lemonade, folks. And this past Monday, on my wife's birthday, just when I was starting to feel bad that she hadn't had the special day that she so greatly deserved because I had to work and then drop off my truck at the repair shop, something kind of neat happened. The summer rain cleared away, and a promise revealed itself—a rainbow, tip to tail. God's reminder that he's watching over us. That there is always an end to the heartache. That no darkness lasts forever. And that, even in the midst of it all, there is beauty. There is laughter. There is hope.
So keep hoping, y'all. Better times are coming. It might get choppier before things start smoothing out. The school year and the winter are going to be challenging. But it won't be the end. "If you're going through hell, keep going," seems like wonderfully appropriate advice. So let's keep going, together. Let's remind each other what we're fighting for. Let's keep praying and taking extra time to help each other out. Showing kindness and patience when both seem to be in short supply. Oh, and remember, if you're thinking about ending it all by adding tomatoes and baking soda to a blender, just say no. Instead, maybe take a deep breath and power spray a smiley face into your sidewalk as a gentle reminder that it’ll all be okay.
#making lemonade#vacation 2020#staycation 2020#when 2020 strikes#covid-19#corona virus#foodie#cooking from scratch#family#momblr#mumblr#dadblr
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Falling Asleep On Them HCs
Summary: Just some fluffy naptime shenanigans ig lol
sorry it’s taken me a little while since i’ve posted anything but please enjoy anyways lol :)
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Daichi:
so daichi is not one to show you off
he will brag about you and he always shows you how proud he is of you and how much he loves you
but he doesn't really like to show you off
He wants to keep you all to himself for the most part
he will kiss your forehead and hold you hand if you want but other than that he’s not a huge fan of PDA
this is why when you fall asleep on his shoulder during your lunch break his face flushes a bit
as soon as he feels your head come to rest on his shoulder he looks down at you for an explanation when he sees your eyes are closed
he squeezes your hand and whispers your name and when you don’t respond he know you’re asleep
his face goes a red and he bites back a smile
suga and asahi smile, silently laughing a bit, but for the most part they’re pretty chill about it and don’t tease him too much
pretty quickly their conversation is back to normal, quieter if anything but that’s only because they wanted to let you sleep lol
however this was nearly interupted when tanaka and noya came running into the third year classrom because they had a question for dachi
but he glared at them and scared them away
just for you
lol
safest place to sleep is in his arms
10/10 would reccomend
Suga
now Suga on the other hand i feel is pretty big on pda
he loves to hold your hand
he kisses your cheek whenever you two meet up
kisses your forehead whenever you have to leave
hugs you from behing when you’re like standing in line and stuff
he’s just a very affectonate person and he does it in such a way that its not cringey
hes too cute for that
so all this being said he’s not very put off when your head falls on his shoulder when you’re sitting next to him on the bus
he’s kind of happy about it actually
he smiles and presses a soft kiss to your head
also
hes so! warm !!
and !!!
smells so !!!! heckin !!!!! good !!!!!!
definitely takes out his phone and snaps a picture because he thinks your cute
will smack anyone that tries to wake you up with his free arm
he’s just so cute
fall asleep on this boy once and you won’t be able to sleep anywhere else
Asahi
now this boy gets nervous to hold your hand
he couldn’t bring himself to kiss you for awhile because he was scared he wouldn’t be good at it and that you would hate him
pls protect him
so when you’re sitting under a tree during a break
and you pull his arm around your shoulders and curl up into his side
he almost passes out
his face is so red
he’s looking around like crazy
is he looking for help or is he looking to make sure no one’s watching ?
after awhile though when your body heat starts to warm him up and he smells your perfume/colgone and he sees how peaceful you look
he starts to like it
he’ll gently kiss your forehead and smile to himself thinking about how lucky he is to have you
fall asleep on this boy once and he won’t let you out of his arms lol
Tanaka
now we all know this one is a huge fan of pda and showing you off
his hand is always either holding yours, or in your back pocket or something like that
kisses you whenever he gets the chance
all of that
so when you two are sitting in the gym on a break and you lay down next to him and place your head in his lap
and he looks down at you and see how calm you are
his heart nearly bursts
he’s so excited that you decided to sleep on him
he whisper yells at Noya to bring his phone over
takes a million frickin pictures
sends his favorites to the team gc lol
is almost scared to touch you because he can’t bring himself to wake his precious Y/n
eventually goes quiet and just stares at you
hes like ‘wow this human is all mine. i love them so much and they love me too.’
he’s the luckiest person in the world
refuses to get up when it’s time to get back to practice until daichi makes him
pouts for the rest of practice
Nishinoya
now as much as Noya loves pda he’s actually more chill about it than you might think
he just feels like he gets you all to himself when the two of you are alone that, even though he’s holding your hand, there’s no need for it
but he’s definitely down for literally anything you want to do
you want him to keeps arms around you? a-ok
you want him to give you a kiss? why of course
you want a hug? dont even need to ask
you want it, he’ll do it no questions asked but the only thing he really does of his own accord is hold your hand
so when you pull him down onto the bench next to you so you can put your head on his shoulder he goes so soft
only blushes a little bit
‘this is why you called me over here? cute’
makes Hinata take a picture for him lol
sets it as his lock screen because you’re so darn cute
Tsukishima
now this salty piece of boy is not very affectionate
but we been knew
so if you want to so much as hold his hand you’d better be prepared with arguments and your strongest puppydog eyes or something
this boy just doesn’t see the point or appeal of all the clingy cuddly stuff
he lies when he says this of course but we let it slide for the sake of appearances
so
when you’re sitting with him on the bus back from Tokyo and you pull his arm around your shoulders and rest your head on his chest
his face turns into a tomato
homeboy said blood moon tings
he looks down at you and how calm you look and falls in love with you all over again
smiles just a bit
the definitely see it and tease him to heck and back
this eventually wakes you back up
much to Tsuki’s dismay
“tch nice going you guys you woke them up”
puts his headphones over your ears and puts on a playlist he made just for you before pulling your head back down to his chest
if it weren’t for the headphones you’d hear just how fast his heart was beating
please give this boy affection
he says he doesn’t want it but he’s secretly so touch starved the poor bb :(
10/10 a secret softie
Yamaguchi
now this bean is somewhat similarly Asahi’s situation
his case is not quite so severe though
like he’ll hold your hand and kiss your cheek but it’s never with out a little blush
he actually took to physical affection pretty quickly but he’s still shy about it
so when you pull up a chair next to where him and Tsukishima are sitting during lunch and then wrap your arms around his torso and lean on his shoulder
oof this boy goes very very red
Tsuki snickers at him a bit but doesn’t say anything
they keep talking tho just a little softer now
whenever you shift and he’s reminded of how your holding him he’ll stutter a bit🥺
overall just very cute times
please cuddle this boy
Kageyama
now this stiff lil mans
oof he’s so sweet but he doesn’t really know how to express it
he doesn’t really go very red whenever you take his hand in yours but he gets all the butterflies
he’s so touch starved but he doesn’tknow what to do about it so he just kinda stands right next to you until you get the hint lol
so as you can imagine when you fall asleep on him for the first time he actually does go very red for once and his heart sort of races
you definitely hear it
you’re sitting with him at a tournament and he’s just talking to Hinata about the match they’re watching when you prop your feet up on the seat in front of you and lean your head on his shoulder
he just sorta stops as his face goes red
Hinata, the lil baby oh my goodness, just kinda pesters him about it before he finally comes to and calls him a dumbass and tells him to shut up before he wakes you
slowly relaxes and grabs your hand and rubs his thumb over your knuckles
realises how much he likes being this close to you and asks for more cuddles when you’re alone
Hinata
oh my gosh this little bean
he’s so cute
he invited you to the tournament and they had just won a match against another powerhouse school
he was very excited that you were there for him and the team but for once he was actually kind of tired
so as the two of you sat, watching another match, you both kinda just feel alseep in each other 🥺
at first it was just you, he kept you up all night because he was “just too excited to sleep”
he’s such a child oh my goodness
so, as happy as you were for him, you were also ready to pass out
so you did
you took his hand and snaked your arms around his arm closest to you and put your head on his shoulder
he went a little red but he’s pretty clingy himself so it’s not really anything new
and he was tired too so he just decided to rest his head on top of yours after pressing a kiss to your forehead
the guys would’ve teased him then and there but Suga made them be quiet because “Come on guys this is the quietest he’s ever been”
so they tease him on the bus instead
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Aten Pt. 1
More random Ahk fic. I gave him a bf (again, because I can’t help myself, if I can’t find anyone he’s gonna at least) and we get nsfw so hold on to ur hats folks. A reminder that in my canon, Ahk is 21 (I know the movie says he’s younger but gosh darn it I just don’t believe that. He does not look or act that young to me okay. I remember being as young as they claim he is, he would need to act much sillier/stupider to be that young, but I digress. Here in Lee’s fanon land, he’s 21.)
Interspersed some themes from the opera Akhnaten, and talk about it in the fic, hence the title (the name for the sun disk deity/sort of technically an aspect of Ra but whatever that’s a lot of history to sum up right here worshipped by the pharaoh Akhnaten.)
Breaking this into parts, because this is getting longer than I anticipated lol.
ANYWAY
fic below the cut as per usual
My love to all who read/like/reblog!
He rose at the usual hour, expecting the soft lights of his exhibit, always on thanks to Larry.
It was pitch black, except for the soft glow of the emergency lights out in the hall. As he fumbled his way through the rest of the museum, grateful for the few emergency lights. He expected the exhibit spaces would be empty, and everyone else would be as confused as he was.
But everyone was in their usual exhibits, not a sign of life in them. Nothing woke them, not any of his shouting or poking or prodding.
“If this a joke, then know that I do not like it!” Ahkmenrah shouted to the apparently empty museum.
It was eerie as he walked quickly from one hall to the next, no sound but the swish of his cloak and the padding of his sandals on the tile floor.
Finally, he heard Larry’s voice, calling out for someone, anyone to answer.
“Where have you been?” he scolded as he ran to the main hall, where Larry was stood near the front desk, looking as puzzled as could be.
“I slept through my alarm, my bad,” Larry replied. “Is this uhh...a prank or did I piss everyone off, or...”
“I don’t know. I’ve tried waking everyone, at every exhibit I’ve gone by, and nothing has worked. If this is a prank, they are very dedicated to it,” Ahkmenrah replied.
Without warning, Larry screamed, as loud as he could.
Ahkmenrah stared at him, wincing at the sound. “What on earth was that for?”
Larry shrugged. “Thought it might rouse somebody. But I don’t think anyone’s awake. Which is weird, because then how are you...”
“I don’t know. Something’s wrong,” he replied.
They were of one mind then, down the halls and back to Ahkmenrah’s exhibit to check on the tablet.
“Ah,” Ahkmenrah sighed. “Look. One of the panels is wedged, someone must have tried to turn it. You think it being this high up would mean no one would try and touch it.”
He carefully tried to moved the panel back, but it was stuck tight. “I’ll need tools to move it without damaging it. The restoration expert’s tools are what i’ll need, if you can get them.”
Larry winced. “He’s at a set of conferences, for the next two weeks. Took his things with him too. I have that memo somewhere; he said in it just to leave things in need of repair in his office.”
“With all due respect to him, I’d rather repair this on my own once he’s back, and you can borrow his tools for me at night,” Ahkmenrah said as gently as he could. He knew that the restorer meant well, but he still would rather not have him touch the tablet if he could help it.
“So...that one being stuck must have changed the settings or whatever on this, right?”
Ahkmenrah nodded. “Apparently. With it moved, the magic only awakens me, not everyone else.”
They stood there awkwardly for a moment as Ahkmenrah set the tablet back in its place.
“Good night, I suppose,” he finally said, and waited for Larry to go.
“Oh. I mean...okay. If you want me to go, I can. But just because everyone else is...asleep, we could say, doesn’t mean you have to stay in here alone. Unless you want to be alone, of course, then I’ll...go sit at the front desk and just...I don’t know, honestly,” Larry said with a shrug. “If you’d want to hang out, come help me keep an eye on things, I’d certainly welcome the company though.”
“That would be nice,” Ahkmenrah admitted. He’d figured Larry might not want him tagging around after him like a puppy dog, so it was a pleasant surprise to hear otherwise.
“C’mon then! We’ll talk, hang out, I’ve got snacks and your other clothes in my locker, if you want them,” Larry said, leading the way out of the exhibit.
With the lights still off, it was eerie walking about, the museum feeling almost too bit. Larry seemed to feel the same, if the nervous chewing of his lip was anything to go by.
“So. Must have been scary, waking up in here all alone like this,” Larry said as they walked to the employee lounge. “Not that you couldn’t handle being alone in here, I mean, I wasn’t implying-”
“Actually, that was my worst nightmare come true,” Ahkmenrah interrupted. “I was so glad to hear your voice, to not be alone in here anymore. If I had no other option but to be alone...I suppose I’d have simply stayed in my exhibit area.”
“Well, I promise I will be on time every day for the next two weeks, so no more waking up alone,” Larry replied with a smile. “After you change, should we go put some music on the PA system? Too quiet in here without something on, or people in here.”
“I’d like that. You have something in mind?”
“An opera. I figure if there’s anyone who’ll listen to it with me, it’ll be you,” Larry said.
“Opera? I didn’t expect you to be that sort of man,” Ahkmenrah said.
Larry shrugged. “Not my normal thing, but I like this one. About a pharaoh, actually, by Philip-”
“Glass,” Ahkmenrah finished. “I know the opera, and I do like it. You go put it on, I’ll join you in a moment.”
He changed quickly as Larry went to the main desk. It was turning out better than expected, spending time with just Larry. Who knew how else he might surprise him.
He went to the main desk, and found the conversation flowed easily now while the opera played, echoing through the halls. About the opera (both of them wished to see it performed live) to the museum, to the city itself.
“I know you’d love to get out and see more of it,” Larry said. “I want to make that happen more, but the others-”
“I understand,” Ahkmenrah stopped him with a raise of his hand. “Not all of them can go out and pass on the streets in modern clothes, and they get understandably jealous about it. Any night you can offer me is a gift; I treasure them all.”
Larry nodded. “Y’know though, I could bring someone to meet you, Ahk. About your age, a regular here, stays so late I’ve had to ask him to go so he doesn’t see all of you wake up! But he’s a great kid, studying to work in Egyptology. He claims he only comes to your exhibit every other week for that research but-”
Larry laughed. “You’d love him. He asks about you all the time. ‘What do you think he was like, what did he look like, surely Ahkmenrah must have been wonderful.’ I have to bite my tongue not to tell him he could just meet you and see. But now...maybe I could.”
“You think he could keep it a secret? About me...” Ahkmenrah asked.
“I do,” Larry replied. “Here, let me show you him.”
He pulled out his phone, and showed a picture to Ahkmenrah. “There’s me, of course, your sarcophagus in the background, and that’s Tristan.”
His breath caught in his throat. He was cute, reddish-blondish hair and a sweet smile, and soft brown eyes anyone could get lost in. And for a moment, lost he was.
“Ahk? You good?” Larry’s chuckle brought him back.
“Yes, of course, um-” he stuttered. “He looks to be a very-”
“Cute?”
“I...I mean I’ve never said-”
“I know,” Larry said, and smiled. “But you just stopped breathing for a good minute, and you’re blushing red as a tomato. Kinda gave yourself away, buddy. And don’t worry, half the time he can’t stop talking about how beautiful he presumes you were. Especially after his last break up, with some guy named Jeremy. He was in here every day for a week straight, in your exhibit, crying or trying not to cry. Said being near you and your exhibit made him feel better.”
His heart was beating entirely too fast to be reasonable, and he scolded himself. “The poor thing. Was it recent?”
“Nah. Good year back now. Why? Are you wanting this first meeting to be a-”
“Date? That would be entirely too forward of me to ask for that,” Ahk said, then bit his tongue. “I mean, unless he’d...I don’t know, I-”
“Awww,” Larry said softly. “Tell you what. I’ll see if he can come with me tomorrow night. Let him in on this, that it has to stay a secret, or he can’t come. Not that anyone would believe him if he told anyone but, still. And you two can meet, and if sparks fly...well, there’s the couch in the lounge...”
“Larry!” he said sharply, but his mind lingered at the thought. Would it be much too much on a first meeting? Probably, but he couldn’t help but think of it.
“I’m just saying,” Larry laughed. “Whatever happens, you two have that space to sit and talk or...anything else you can think up.”
He could only nod, as he thought of Tristan’s face, and the glimpse of Tristan’s hands, lovely hands, that had been in the picture Larry had shown him.
Blessedly, Larry let the conversation drift to the snacks he’d brought with him for the night, and they ate and talked of other unimportant things for the rest of the night.
“Time to pack it in,” Larry said as he cleaned the desk. “You want me to walk you back?”
“I’ll be alright. I’ll go change and head in. Thank you for tonight Larry, for everything.”
He left quickly then, as he thought of him again, and did so all the way through changing and settling back into his sarcophagus. Trying to memorize the cute face in the picture, so it was the last thing on his mind before the morning sun crested.
****
The next night, he was up and out of his sarcophagus before Larry would arrive. Normally, he’d wait, but he couldn’t tonight. He had a good impression to make, after all.
Even with his careful dressing and primping before he went to the main desk, it was still a short wait until he finally heard Larry’s voice, and a new voice, coming down the hall.
“I can keep a secret,” the new voice said, deep but not too deep. Like a ray of afternoon sunshine, Ahk thought. Strong enough to warm one, but soft enough to fall asleep under. “I just...man, if this is real. Wow. Should I bow, or kneel when I see him?”
“Just act normal,” Larry laughed. “Yes, he’s royalty, but he’s very...chill. And excited to meet you too.”
Larry smiled as they approached the desk. “And there he is! Ahk, Tristan. Tristan, Ahk.”
He left the desk to approach them, and immediately Tristan fell to one knee.
“Oh no, you don’t have to,” Ahk said, and rushed over to pull him back up. “I mean, that is sweet of you. But it’s alright. Here.”
He took off his crown, and handed it to Larry before ruffling a hand through his curls. “Better? The crown is...imposing. And a bit heavy.”
Tristan was bright red, and suddenly grabbed his hand and kissed it. “You’re still a pharaoh though.”
“True, but not in this time. I’m just...me,” he replied, even as his heart beat at the contact of Tristan’s lips to his skin.
“I’m gonna go about things,” Larry said. “You two head on to the lounge. I’ll put this away for you, okay Ahk?”
He nodded, but his eyes never left Tristan’s.
“...okay then,” Larry said. “You kids have fun.”
As Larry walked away, Ahk led Tristan to the lounge.
“You need not walk behind me,” he said as they went, noticing Tristan apparently working to stay just behind him.
“But you’re-”
“Ahk. A new friend, who’d love to have you walk beside him,” he interrupted softly, and gestured for Tristan to come forward.
He could have screeched with joy as Tristan trotted up to be beside him. It was wonderful and sweet and made even better when they reached the couch and, thanks to how small it was, ended up as close as could be.
They were silent for a moment, then Tristan giggled.
“Gosh. You’re him! You’re more beautiful than I expected.”
Immediately, Tristan blushed again, and it was Ahk’s turn to giggle.
“Larry showed me a picture of you, last night. But you’re even more beautiful in person.”
“Oh, gosh I’m nothing compared to you though,” Tristan stuttered.
“You shouldn’t say that,” Ahk replied, and tucked a stray piece of Tristan’s hair behind his ear. It wasn’t horribly long, just a bit near the ears, and that those pieces kept popping forward was utterly adorable. “You’re handsome. Even your name is beautiful.”
“I’ve always hated it,” Tristan sighed. “It literally means ‘sad’, or at least one translation of it does.”
“That may be, but you shine brighter than the meaning of the name. We could give you a nickname, if you’d want something happier.”
“That would be...so cool!” Tristan said. “I mean, my mom calls me Stan, but I don’t like that either.”
Ahk bit back a frown. This man was certainly not a ‘Stan.’ “You remind me of the sunlight. The whole museum seems brighter with you in it. I could call you Aten.”
He didn’t think Tristan could blush any deeper, but he did. “But that’s...a deity, I mean at least he’s associated with the sun and Ra, and I am not-”
“A god? No, but if dying and living again has taught me anything, it is that none of us are. But we may bear the similarities of them, as you bear the brightness and warmth of the sun. If you would rather I not call you that-”
“No, you can, I mean...it makes me feel special. And I’m nothing special, but it’s...it’s nice to feel special,” Tristan, his Aten, interrupted gently.
This was too forward, Ahk knew it was, but Aten seemed to feel the same. And there was no harm in addressing the elephant in the room.
“I want to get to know you better. But, we both seem rather distracted by the...shall we say physical side of things.”
Aten, and though Tristan was a beautiful name, he did seem more an Aten the more Ahk used it, even in his head, nodded. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I got here. I thought the kiss on the hand would calm me down, because I mean, c’mon, we’re just meeting and I am not normally that sort of guy, but this has been just...magnetic and I want to get to know you too, but if you feel the same and it would be easier to talk if we get things out of our system, and-”
Ahk softly grabbed Aten’s face in his hands. “Could you just kiss me?”
And there was the afternoon sun again, in Aten’s lips and hands and hips as he pulled him close and back with him onto the couch. He heard Larry’s footsteps and the closing of the lounge door, but paid it no mind.
It was frenzied for all of a moment, before Aten stopped and hissed. “Your clothes...I can’t imagine trying to restore them, I should be careful.”
“Hold on,” Ahk said, and carefully moved from under him. Without a second thought, he pulled his sweatshirt and sweats from Larry’s locker, and changed.
It was only after he was done changing, his usual garb safely folded and set on the table in the lounge that he realized he had accidentally stepped way over the line of forward, though Aten’s face was a happy one.
“Should I have just left them off?” he asked with a smile as he returned to his spot beneath Aten.
“I...I’ve just never seen you...sweats, it’s different, not bad just...” Aten’s head dropped to Ahk’s shoulder, and he pulled him close again, running his hands over Aten’s back.
“Not very regal, but comfortable,” he said. “And on the nights Larry lets me out to explore, I have to blend in, so...these.”
Aten seemed stuck, his head lifted again, but those gorgeous brown eyes simply glued to his.
“Come. Kiss me again. We’ll talk later tonight, or tomorrow, if tonight proves too busy,” he smiled, and traced Aten’s lips with one of his fingers before pulling him gently down by the chin for another kiss.
Logically, he knew the night would have to end, but he didn’t want it to. It was too good, all of this. Aten warm in his arms, stripping him of his sweatshirt before pulling off his own shirt, their hips grinding as they kissed. He could not say all what he would do just to have Aten’s hands stay on him as they were now, moving to every bit of bare skin they could reach, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, but he knew it was a great deal.
An alarm beeped on Aten’s watch, and he broke their kiss to look at it. “Fuck. We have half an hour left. Larry said the sun-”
“I know,” Ahk replied. “A half hour is plenty of time to end this the way I think we’d both like it to.”
It wasn’t enough time to do everything he might have been hoping for, but it was enough time to keep kissing Aten, to have him leave marks on his neck that he prayed would not fade by the time he awoke the next night, even after his body changed for the morning. Enough time to moan loudly enough at the increased pace of it all, the friction of their hard cocks against each other, kept apart only by the fabric of Ahk’s sweatpants and Aten’s boxer briefs (he’d barely been able to focus enough to undo the button and zipper of Aten’s jeans, but he was so glad he had.) Enough time to leave a mark of his own, a gentle nip at Aten’s neck that made him whimper and whine so loudly he knew Larry must have heard it. But he didn’t care, had only one thing on his mind.
Just before the second alarm on Aten’s watch beeped, he let himself go, moaning, his cum hitting his stomach and Aten’s as the waistband on his sweatpants had shifted. Aten followed a moment later, kissing him so hard as he came that he saw stars.
As they lay there, still wrapped in each other, there was a knock on the door.
“Um. I hate to break up the...well. But we’ve got three minutes, Ahk, so-”
Aten kissed him one last time, then pulled himself up and off the couch. “Come on. I’ll help clean you up before we dress you, let me get-”
“Leave it,” Ahk said softly. “It won’t matter anyways, after the sun rises. I want it on me for now. A reminder.”
Aten kissed him again, but Larry’s insistent knocking interrupted it.
“Tomorrow night?” Ahk asked softly as he changed.
“Definitely,” Aten replied with a grin. “Maybe we can even talk tomorrow.”
“Of course.”
“And maybe, keep the door shut again...I mean, in case we need a break, from talking, or...that sounds so bad, probably, but...”
Ahk smiled, and dashed from the door to him to kiss him deeply again. “Not bad at all. We can do both. Till tomorrow night.”
He had to run to his exhibit, and was barely in his sarcophagus when the heavy feeling of death came over him again.
But it had been worth it, so worth it. He couldn’t wait for the next night.
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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Twenty-Seven: Miniature ___ ]
[ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ]
[ SasuHina ]
[ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ]
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If there’s one thing Hinata is a fan of...it’s tiny things. She isn’t even really sure why...she just likes them. Always has. When she was little, she collected the miniature versions of Beanie Babies. Polly Pocket was one of her favorite toys, along with any teeny models of anything she could get her hands on. Little figurines, small animals, tiny dollhouses...the smaller, the better.
Even her handwriting is small. Neat and curvy, she even dots her i’s and j’s with tiny little hearts. During her doodling phase, there would be tiny little drawings along the sides of her assignments and notebooks. Then she got into things like knitting and crochet, and took to creating smaller and smaller versions of the projects she would find in books or online.
Even her height caps out relatively short in high school. By the time she’s a senior, she’s still only five feet four inches. Of course, she also has a rather curvy build, but that doesn’t bother her at all. She’s the shortest of her friend group, and earns herself the nickname pixie.
She loves it.
“So...what are we making today?”
“Huh?” Looking up from the cookbook she’s skimming through, Hinata gives a small start. She...sort of forgot she was in Home Ec class...whoops. They have a bit of a free day, and as always that means cooking with Sasuke. But though she’d started reading with the intention of finding something to make, she got a little...lost. A bit of a daydreamer, her focus isn’t always the best. A sheepish smile pulls at her lips. “Um...I dunno yet. You wanna pick?”
“Eh, I’m no good at it.”
Lips pursing thoughtfully, she absently flips through a few more pages before perking up. “Ooh...what about this?”
“Hm?” Glancing over, Sasuke grimaces just a hair: it’s a dessert. He still doesn’t like sweet things all that much.
“What?”
“Brownies?”
“Mhm! See, they’re supposed to be like, um...s’mores!” She turns the book to him, letting him see the picture right side up. “You make a graham cracker crust first, in the bottom of the pan. Then you make the brownies on top! Once those are done, you put a whole bunch of miniature marshmallows along the top, and broil them so they get browned. Doesn’t it look good?”
“Eh, I guess.”
Hinata gives a pout. “I still can’t believe you don’t like s-sweets.”
“They’re okay, I guess. It’s just easy for something to be too sweet, y’know?”
“No such thing!”
“Says you.”
“Well...we’ll make something savory next time,” she promises, turning the book back around. “I just...really want to use the marshmallows…”
“Oh yeah?”
“They’re so cute and tiny!” Hinata brings hands to her cheeks, smiling and going a bit pink. “Don’t you think?”
That earns a small snort of amusement. “Never really thought of food as cute before, no. But uh...I guess?”
“They are! Fluffy and soft and small…”
A grin softly curls Sasuke’s lips. The more he gets to know Hinata, the more he learns about her little quips and quirks. And so far, they all add up to a sweet, soft girl. Much like the marshmallows she’s so excited about. “All right, you win. They’re cute.” Like you.
...he...he did not just think that.
Jolting a bit as he realizes the thought, it thankfully goes unnoticed as Hinata turns to start gathering ingredients. Gripping over his mouth with a hand, he takes the opportunity to fight back a flustered flush. Darn this girl…!
“So, do you want to make the crust?”
“W-? Huh?”
“The graham cracker crust! It’s super easy,” she assures him, smiling. “You just need to melt some butter, and crush the graham crackers, mix them together...a-and press them in the pan to bake!”
“...sure.” Schooling his expression back to neutral, Sasuke does as asked, referencing the book as he goes. At least she has one thing right, it’s pretty straight forward. Using a ziplock bag, he smooshes the crackers with a rolling pin before mixing them into the butter. It actually...smells pretty good.
All the while, Hinata works on the brownie batter, humming idly to herself. Every so often, Sasuke gives her a glance from the corner of her eye, watching her go. A lot about her reminds him of his mother. Whenever she’s in the kitchen, she gets just as jovial, no matter what she’s making. It’s so boringly domestic, and yet...something about it brings a subconscious smile to his face.
“Ready to put it in the oven?”
“O-oh, uh...yeah.” Hurriedly getting it all packed into place, Sasuke puts the pan in, setting a timer.
“Okay, once that’s done we can do the brownies, and then the marshmallows!”
“So...we have marshmallows?”
“Mhm, right here.” Hinata shows the bag, which is...open. At his perked brow, she goes a little pink. “I...might’ve eaten one. Just to see if they were s-stale!”
“...and?”
“And, um...they’re fine!” She takes out another, squishing it between a thumb and forefinger with a giggle. “Nice and soft!”
Amused, Sasuke takes one as well, giving it a squish before popping it in his mouth. Almost immediately, he cringes at the pure sugary taste.
“W...what’s wrong?”
He shakes his head, forcing himself to swallow. “It’s just, guh...sweet.”
“You’d never survive a week at my house, I’ve always got sweets around,” Hinata laughs, indulging in another marshmallow.
“I dunno how you stand it. It’s just...too much.”
“Well, the taste changes a lot once they’ve been broiled, and along with the brownie and the cracker crust. Maybe that’ll be more your style?”
“Maybe.”
The timer dings, and once Sasuke fetches the pan, Hinata carefully spoons out the batter, smoothing it with a spatula and ensuring it’s nice and flat, with no splatters on the side. “There we go…!”
Then...more waiting.
“Here, you pick something for next time, okay?”
“Uh…” Accepting the book, Sasuke starts idly flipping through the pages. In truth, there’s...not a lot in here that isn’t sweet. “Maybe we need something other than baking, huh?”
Hinata blinks. “...you...probably have a point.” She moves to the little bookcase of cookbooks. “Anything look promising to you?”
He has no idea. Picking one at random, he flips a few pages before coming to a halt, eyes going a little wide. “...that one.”
Looking over his shoulder, Hinata brightens. “Baked Parmesan tomatoes…?” They look really easy to make. “...do you like tomatoes?”
“Yeah, they’re one of my favorite foods.”
“Ooh, aren’t there cherry tomatoes…? The little ones?”
At that, Sasuke gives her a glance. First miniature marshmallows, now little tomatoes? “...you have a thing for small stuff?”
The accusation makes her go pink again. “Well, I...s-sorta. I just think small stuff is...is cute!”
His prior thought nearly comes spilling out, and Sasuke has to clench his jaw shut before it tumbles out of his mouth. “...all tomatoes are good.”
“Then we’ll do this one next time! I’ll bring some fresh tomatoes from the store the next time we have a lighter day. If it was summer break, I could bring you some from my garden!”
“...you grow a garden?”
“A small one, yeah! I love plants, too!”
Is there anything this girl doesn’t love? “I’ve never grown anything...no idea if I’d be any good at it. Mom keeps a flower garden, but nothing you can eat.”
“I’ll have to bring you some!”
“...I’d like that.”
There’s a small, growingly-awkward silence, and then they’re blissfully interrupted by the timer. “...o-oh! Time to, uh...add the marshmallows!”
“...yeah.”
Carefully taking out the pan, they marvel at the two layers they have so far. “Okay, set the oven to broil, and I’ll add the ‘mallows!”
With everything in place, they put the pan back in, door cracked to make sure nothing burns. Soon enough, the smell of caramelized sugar wafts out, and Sasuke surprises himself at finding it pleasant.
“Okay, all done!”
...it looks glorious.
By then, they’ve drawn onlookers, and Hinata doles pieces out for the rest of the class. They take their own last, Sasuke looking at it curiously before taking a bite.
Hinata waits for a verdict.
A few seconds of chewing pass, and then he swallows. “...not bad. I like the bitter brownies, helps balance it out.”
“Yeah, I put in a bit less sugar to try to balance it out!”
“...you did?”
“I thought you’d like them better that way,” she replies, beaming.
He blinks. “...thanks.”
Once all is said and done, they clean up just as the bell rings. “Oh shoot, I need to get to practice, can you…?”
“I got it,” Sasuke assures her. “Get going.”
“Thank youuu!” Taking up her bag, she dashes out of the room with the others.
Left alone, Sasuke considers the bit of a mess, eyes lingering on the mini marshmallows.
...he’ll have to remember that.
.oOo.
Back to the Home Ec AU! I...love this one a lot xD It's so gosh darn cute. Give it up, Sasuke - there's no resisting how stinkin' adorable Hinata is. You're as good as gone, my boy. Just give in and submit to the cute!
Anywho, I got more to get done tonight, so...that's all for now! Thanks for reading n_n
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A Blushing Bet (Natasha/Tony/ Pepper)
This commission is for @enchantingpearlcollector and honestly its just me writing shamelessly about pretty girls. I’m not even sorry.
Enjoy!
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“Oh hello, my love.” Pepper leaned over the kitchen table and placed a soft kiss on Natasha’s cheek. “How are you today?”
“I’m bored and feeling vicious.” Natasha answered, using the tip of a wicked looking knife to clean under her nails. “So watch out.”
“Yes, well you certainly look vicious.” Pepper plucked the knife from her girlfriends hand and tossed it away with a sigh, dropping into one of the chairs to start rifling through her mail. “Why aren’t you out training with Clint? I thought you were going to mess around on that obstacle course Tony had put in.”
“Clint’s still pouting because of that slight bump on the head I gave him last week.” Natasha leaned her chair back and plonked her feet on the table. “You know, I think he’s getting whinier the older he gets. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?”
“To be fair, wasn’t a slight bump.” Pepper corrected. “it was a concussion--
“-- a slight concussion.”
“--and he has every right to be sore at you for it, it was tag-football Tasha, not tackle football.” She tossed Natasha a magazine and went back to opening bills. “What about Steve or Bucky? You couldn’t give those two concussions if you tried and they have no problem kicking your butt if you’re feeling vicious.”
“Steve is teaching an art class and Bucky volunteered to be his model--” Pepper’s jaw dropped and Natasha nodded. “I know, I have a million questions about it too. But they are busy, and Clint’s being a whiner and Tony barricaded himself in his lab to work on something devious--”
“--he’s one bad lab accident from a super villain.” Pepper confirmed, her lips twitching in a smile. “But he’s so gosh darn cute in those big goggles and that ridiculous white coat Bruce makes him wear, it’s almost worth it.”
“Anyway, Tony’s busy so I can’t drag him off for sex and you threatened me with bodily harm if I disturbed you today--”
“I did no such thing!” Pepper protested and when Natasha just looked at her, she protested again-- “I’m busy today, Nat! This is the only free time I have today and you should be glad I’m spending it with you and not our boyfriend because let’s face it, it’s been so long since he’s actually come to bed at a decent hour I’m starting to think he broke up with us and just didn’t say anything.”
“Tony would never break up with us.” Nat said confidently. “He thinks it's too funny to constantly remind Sam that there are exactly two beautiful women in this compound and we both sleep in his bed.”
“Yes, well we are rather beautiful, aren’t we?” Pepper’s cheeks tinted a soft pink and first Natasha smiled over it and then her eyes flew open wide and--
“What if we have a contest!” she cried. “That would take care of my boredom and my viciousness!”
When Pepper narrowed her eyes suspiciously, Nat hurried to add, “Not like the ultimate hide and go seek one from last month, don’t worry. But what if we had a contest just you and Tony and I?”
“Okay.” Pepper scanned through her last piece of mail. “What sort of contest would this be then? And remember, it can’t be naked. Bucky almost had a heart attack the last time Tony lost a bet and had to cook breakfast in nothing but an apron and a thong. Those sorts of bets are off limits now.”
“No aprons and thongs required for this one.” Nat assured her. “What if-- and hear me out-- what if we see who can make which of the three of us blush the hardest?”
“I think you’re more excited by that prospect than I am.” Pepper said dryly. “Because I’m so pale I blush if my heart rate picks up at all, whereas you walked in on Steve and Bucky watching porn last week and didn’t so much as blink. I think the odds are unfairly skewed in your favor.”
“In my defense--” Nat held up her hand when Pepper started laughing. “It was some terrible super hero parody porn and no one would ever think that was sexy, much less blush worthy. And second of all--” she raised her voice when Pepper only laughed harder. “-- second of all, what if only you and I knew about the contest?”
“Only you and I?” Pepper repeated. “So what, we’d just be competing to try and make each other blush and Tony would have no idea what’s going on? Where’s the fun in that?”
“The fun--” Natasha emphasized. “Would be when Tony can’t keep his hands off us because I know for a fact he has a complete kink for seeing me do something that makes you blush.”
“Oh he does no--”
“New Years Eve.” Natasha challenged. “You were wearing a silver dress and I used your braid to yank you down so we could kiss and you turned tomato red and Tony--”
“--locked us both in the bedroom all night and then instead of breakfast in bed we had--” Predictably, Pepper turned bright pink. “Oh my. He does have a little bit of a kink for that doesn’t he?”
“So if I’m going to be making you blush all the time, and you’re going to be acting bold and scandalous to make me blush….?” Natasha let the question hang there as Pepper’s eyes widened. “Yep. Could be fun, right?”
“Well then, how do we know who wins?” The discarded mail went into the trash and Pepper dusted off her hands. “If the point is to just get Tony into bed, how do we keep score?”
“Whichever one breaks him first.” Natasha patted her thighs, and Pepper came willingly, folding her tall frame onto the smaller redheads lap. “We’ll judge his reactions based on how red he turns, how much he stammers and whoever does something that gets him to drag us both to bed first, wins.”
“Tasha, I do love when your vicious moods play out and no one gets hurt.” Pepper looked her arms around Natasha’s neck and kissed her square on the lips. “Though I suppose I love you when you’re stabby too.”
“Well I’m glad to hear it.” Natasha grinned and kissed her back. “Game starts tomorrow, okay?”
“Get ready to lose, Romanov.” Pepper threatened playfully, and Natasha retaliated with a -- “Your ass is mine, Potts!”
“What a shame.” Pepper giggled and Natasha blew her a kiss. “Tomorrow then. Be ready.”
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Most people assumed Tony Stark was full of himself, focused only what he wanted and oblivious to anything or anyone else. He was never anywhere he needed to be on time, he couldn’t be bothered to remember birthdays or important dates, and despite constant assurances to the negative, the press was sure that he was playing both Natasha and Pepper because that’s the only thing that possibly made sense. No way he loved them both, not billionaire playboy Tony Stark. One day the tabloids announced that he was only dating Ms. Potts because she was his boss, the next everyone was sure that Natasha was blackmailing him somehow-- on and on it went.
Of course anyone who knew Tony in the slightest was well aware that he was head over heels for both the always put together Pepper Potts and femme fatale Natasha Romanov. And he never remembered birthdays, but he never forgot anyone’s favorite coffee and ordered the specific sheets that Clint liked and had the sensors in the Tower set to change anytime Bucky was in a room since he still had triggers after his Winter Soldier time. Tony noticed everything and was oblivious to nothing--
--But boy howdy was he caught off guard when Natasha walked into the living room wearing a white crop top that showed off her stomach and little flashes of-- eep! Under bosoms!-- and snake skin pants riding low enough to show her thong, swaggered up to Pepper and brought her in for a long, filthy kiss.
“What--What-- hnnnngh!” Tony gaped at the scene-- his prim proper Pepper palming over Natasha’s rear, the snakeskin pants hanging on for dear life, in immediate peril of exposing much more cheek than the spy had intended. “Natasha! Clothes!”
“Why do you mean, clothes?” Nat asked lazily, wiping a smudge of lipstick off Pepper’s face and smirking when she saw the tell tale streak of red on Pepper’s cheek. “I’m wearing clothes.”
“Not--not many of them!” Tony stammered. “I haven’t heard the term ‘whale tail’ since like, 2002 but good Christ!”
“Calm down, Tony.” Natasha snapped the unbelievably skimpy line of her thong and winked at their boyfriend. “You’ve see me in less.”
“I-- You-- urgh--” Tony kept stammering as Natasha sauntered right back out, and he had no idea why she pulled out a notebook and made a mark in it, just like he had no idea why Pepper cursed and also pulled out a notebook and made a mark in it, but he didn’t really care.
Natasha in snakeskin pants?
Heaven save him.
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Pepper Potts was practically perfect in every way, the best dressed in any room she walked into, somehow stylish in nothing more than a pair of Nat’s cut off shorties and one of Tony’s white button down, and a literal goddess in a floor length gown.
Natasha had seen the woman in everything from pin striped pant suits to fishnet lingerie and anything in between, but she had not seen Pepper in a black skirt just a hint too tight and a hint too short and a blouse unbuttoned just on this side too low.
“Oh fuck me.” Natasha interrupted the briefing when she swore out loud, staring opened mouth at her girlfriend as Pepper sat that adorable ass upon the conference table and crossed long long legs one over the other, showing off the thigh high slit in that damnable black skirt and--
“Ms. Potts!” Tony sounded like he really might be choking to death when he caught sight of the color inked high up on Pepper’s thigh, bright flowers and flowing vines wrapping around her leg and disappearing out of eye sight further beyond the cut to whoo skirt. “Is that-- are you--”
“No fair.” Natasha breathed, face flushing a dull red, green eyes glowing with something altogether wicked, and Pepper simply tossed her hair over her shoulder and handed Tony something else to sign, smiling prettily into his shell shocked expression.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” She cooed when Tony handed her back the file, and with a little more swing in her hips than strictly necessary, Pepper left the room so the briefing could resume.
Not that Steve could remember what the hell he’d been briefing anyone on, and not that Bucky was thinking about anything else but the situation in his jeans and Clint and Sam weren’t doing much better. Tony’s jaw was still somewhere near the vicinity of the floor and Natasha was muttering curses under her breath as she dug out her notebook again and made another mark.
Briefly, Tony wondered which god he’d pleased so much to have not one but two redheads who seemed intent on making him explode, and then he pulled out his phone and texted Thor:
From Iron Man: Hey God of Fertility, you are awesome
From Thor: I AM AWARE
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Natasha had a scar on her abdomen, the result of a bullet that had gone through her and into someone else, and she tended to wear camisoles and shorty shorts to the beach or pool just to avoid stares and the smattering of freckles she accumulated after just a few minutes in the sun.
Pepper freckled too, in the sort of sophisticated way she did everything, so she was one for sun hats and cover ups as she lounged on deck chairs at the poolside cabana and sipped at her no- doubt low fat drink.
But when Tony went out to the pool to swim a few laps, he found not just one but two women in bathing suits that were nothing more than strategically placed bits of cloth held together by a smattering of strings and the occasional buckle.
Pepper in a plunging white monokini that was more like a no-kini and Natasha in what might have passed for a bikini in certain sketchy circles, but was really a collection of sparkles and tassels that somehow stayed put as she chased Pepper around, tackling her girlfriend into the grass and smearing sun tan lotion in a graceless, completely Tony approved way until Pepper had enough and rolled them over a few feet to dunk in the pool.
Then there were screams and giggles and-- “Oh look at that.” Tony gulped. “The suits are just about see through.” -- and playful kisses and greedy hands and-- “Ho-ho-holy shit--” Tony had to suddenly sit down, towel held over his lap when they both bounced jiggled walked out of the pool and dried each other off, teasing and laughing at each other.
“You’re pretty red, my love.” Pepper rubbed a towel through her long hair. “I think I win this round.”
“I dunno, I made you blush hard enough you got spontaneous freckles.” Natasha pointed out, brushing her fingers over Pepper’s collarbone. “I think I win this round.”
“Well to be fair,” Pepper inclined her head towards Tony. “I think we might have broken our boyfriend. There’s no way he’s going to be able to walk for a while, and that towel isn’t hiding as much as he thinks it is, so maybe we call this round a tie.”
“Should we have pity on him and take him to bed?” Natasha reached out and tugged at an errant strap, correcting it before Pepper’s entire top came off, and trying not to laugh when Tony made a high pitched noise behind them.
“No no, the bet was that he has to break and take us to bed.” Pepper adjusted a tassel that wasn’t quite doing it’s job anymore. “So. This one is a tie?”
“I suppose so.” Natasha’s eyes sparked. “But I can take you to bed, right?”
“Ms. Romanov, I think you should.”
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There was nothing heinous nor distracting nor naked -- or any combination of the three-- planned on Thursday morning, so Pepper and Natasha cuddled up together in their fluffiest robes and shared a cup of coffee while reading through the paper and waiting for Tony to come down for breakfast.
“Are we still tied?” Natasha asked absentmindedly, weaving their fingers together, and Pepper hummed a response, adding, “Five to five darling. We’ll have to step it up if Tony is going to break soon. I’ll tell you, I was his assistant for years and never saw a single ounce on impulse control from that man, but all the sudden he’s a picture of restraint. It’s baffling.”
“What’s baffling, beautiful?” Tony made his appearance for the day, swooping down to kiss both of them good morning and getting himself a cup of coffee. “You’re so smart, I can’t imagine there’s anything that really baffles you.”
“No, of course not.” Pepper answered cheekily and Natasha kicked her foot under the table. “How are you this morning, love?”
“Still a genius.” Tony winked and pushed two identical sized boxes towards them. “I got you something.”
“Presents!” Pepper cried and while Natasha wasn’t as outwardly excited, she still snatched her box as fast as she could and tore off the wrapping paper.
“You-- you bought me a gun?” She hefted the handgun in her palm, admiring the weight and feel, the way it fit her fingers perfectly, then turned it over and-- “Why is there sparkly things on my gun, Tony? That’s not the proper place for sparkly things.”
“Sweetheart, this is lovely.” Pepper admired her necklace, the way it shone against the velvet box, the uniquely green stones gleaming in the light. “What design is this, I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”
“This is a journey design.” Tony touched Pepper’s necklace, then drew a line along the matching design on the grip of Natasha’s gun. “It looks like a river, and represents the journey of life-- where we’ve been, where we are, and where we are going together.”
“Oh.” Pepper turned light pink, her breath hitching. “This is so thoughtful.”
“Nat.” Tony tapped at the stones. “I had these created specifically for you. They are the exact shade of your eyes, lighter here for when you laugh, darker here for when you’re--” he cleared his throat meaningfully, and it was Natasha’s turn to flush. “There is no other gemstone in the world the same color as these ones right here, because there’s no one else in the world like you.”
“And Pepper--” he turned back to the necklace. “These are the same color as your eyes, too, and some of them have white cut through like lightning because when your eyes flash in laughter or anger or anything I--” Pepper bit her lip and Tony grinned. “-- I love it every time. Different from Nat’s in every way, but equally as stunning. It’s one of a kind, just like you.”
“Christ.” Natasha choked out, red from her collar clear to the tips of her ears and Pepper wasn’t doing much better, her pale skin nearly crimson. “Tony, this is--”
“Tony, I don’t even know what to--” Pepper shook his head. “Why--”
“And because I know Pepper is way more dangerous than she looks, and Natasha loves pretty things too--” Tony handed them two more boxes, and Pepper laughed when she opened a handgun with her design on the grip, and Natasha sighed happily when she held up a journey stone necklace as well. “Loving you two is a journey I don’t want to ever end.”
He smecked a kiss onto both their cheeks. “If you two decide you want to spend some time together--”
“Get you ass upstairs.” Natasha demanded and Pepper echoed-- “And you should be naked when we get there.”
Tony saluted them teasingly and headed out the door, leaving them to smile and blush, oohing and ahhing over each others gems.
“Are you gonna tell them you knew about the bet?” Steve asked under his breath as Tony passed him in the dining room.
“Nope.” Tony shook his head. “But let’s be honest, I definitely won.”
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What am I doin' hangin' 'round - just another diamond day
The train arrived at its destination and he stepped out, with a guitar case strung up to his back with straps and a case in each hand he proceeded to walk, the warm air brushed his face gently, the warm air was all too familiar, reminiscent of days spent in the fields running after dogs and chasing lightning bugs. He was at home.
Back at the pad the two sat, two long days without their leader had been days spent quietly, things just weren't the same without him there.
Davy was standing on a stepping stool reaching for the pepper in the top cabinet, an apron strewn around his chest, eggs sizzling in a skillet on the stove for breakfast. Micky and Peter sat on the couch having just woken up, Micky was blindly switching through television channels and Peter was still trying to open his eyes to all the light around him.
Davy stepped down from the stool with a pepper shaker in his hand, he turned to the stove and shook the pepper lightly over the egg, he smiled in satisfaction, this was quite a fine egg.
Two plates sat on the counter beside the stove, one plate with an egg and hash browns and another plate with bacon, but no egg.
"Click!.."
The stove was turned off with the turn of a nob and Davy carefully lifted the skillet. He grabbed the spatula beside him and carefully slid the egg out of the skillet and on to the plate.
He stepped back proudly, he knew Micky and Peter would enjoy their breakfast quite a bit. He placed a fork on each plate and carried them carefully to the table. He laid a napkin beside each plate. He untied his apron and hung it up on a hook.
"Micky!.. Peter!.. breakfast!...."
They both shuffled over to the table tiredly, they pulled out their chairs and sat. Micky yawned and picked up his fork.
"Man.. this looks delicious... You really out did yourself.." and with one bite he was in love, it really was quite a fine egg.
Peter looked at his plate, hash browns! His favorite! He smiled and picked up his fork.
"Wow.. this looks lovely...." He looked up. "I wonder what Mike is eating right now... Gosh, I sure do miss him.." He pulled off a piece of a hash brown and ate it.
Davy was drying his hands off after washing them and looked back at Peter.
"I'm not sure, I really hope he's made it safe if he's made it already.. I'm sure we'll get a call soon... But I'm sure he's having a great breakfast.."
There it was, standing before him like he always remembered, the old farm house with a rough dirt passway up to the door, there were fences which had horses behind them, they trotted along and picked at the grass, not even noticing he was there.
There were little round metal cages that were open at the top, inside were chickens clucking, picking at eachother and scraping their talons through the dirt, they seemed to be establishing a pecking order between themselves. In the cage next to them was a large rooster crowing loudly. Mike smiled, he felt very at home, but the thought of his friends did creep in every now and then.
He looked up to see an elderly man in overalls in the distance building up a haystack, he rammed a large hook into the ends of the hay bails and threw them up on to eachother. He stood up straight and let out a huff, the work had only just begun. He looked around and spotted a man, a tall skinny man with a case in each hand and a larger one on his back. He called out to him.
"Hey!..." A gruff voice with a thick Texas accent called out. "What're you doin' here! Don't you know this is private property? Move on now before I grab my BB!.."
Mike was taken aback, had he ended up at the wrong farm? The farm really looked like the one he remembered.. he shrugged and pushed on..
"Wait a minute!.." the old man called again. "... Mikey?.... Is that you?.." he remembered his grandson was set to arrive by train today.
Mike looked back then nodded desperately, he just really wanted to be let in so he could set these heavy cases down, not to mention the one weighing down on his back..
The old man approached Mike and adjusted his glasses.
"Well I'll be darned.. look at'cha! ... Could you get any taller?... You made it early!..."
Mike smiled, he hadn't seen his grandpa in forever. "Hey, grandad!... It's been a while, huh?... Where can I set these bags?.." he laughed.
"Oh, sweetheart, you made it!.."
They both looked over to see a short elderly woman with an old Amish styled dress and silver hair in a bun walking towards them.
She approached Mike and reached her hands up and put them on each of his arms, she looked up at her grandsons face, a face she hadn't seen in years.
"Look at you!.. Oh, I haven't seen you in so long!.. you simply must tell me how the train ride was!... Come on, now, I'll show you in..."
She gently held his arm and lead him to the door, she opened the door and he walked in. He was so relieved to be able to set down the two cases but he was most concerned with getting the guitar off of his back. He carefully let down the straps and lowered the guitar case to the floor, picked it up and leaned it against the wall.
He sighed in relief, he knew that there were two long weeks of work ahead but he was ready..
"Oh, look at how skinny you are! Are you eating?.. I'll get you some breakfast... So.. how's your band?..." She walked to the kitchen to whip up something for her grandson.
Mike rubbed the back of his neck, it was kinda sore.. "The band's been good.. we had to save up just for me to come here... But the business has been good to us..."
She smiled. "How have your little bandmates been?... Micky, uhm.. Pete and ... Oh...... What's his name... The little short English one?..."
Mike couldn't help but laugh, the little short English one, that was amusing..
"Micky, Peter and Davy?... Oh they've been good, real groovy.. they saw me off at the train station... I don't know how they're gonna survive without me.." he chuckled, he knew Davy and Micky wouldn't let him down..
"That's so great.. have you had any big concerts lately?..."
Mike scratched his head. "Well... Not concerts exactly.."
She turned to him and put her hands together. "Oh, I remember the days when I was your age, sitting in my room, listening to my records, wishing I could see my favorite singers for myself... Those were lovely times..."
Suddenly, grandpa walked in holding a little baggie in his hand.
"Mikey!.. what're you doin' in here?.. I need your help out back!..."
Mike looked over and nodded.. "Oh, sure, grandad!.." he started to walk over but was stopped by grandma, she put her hand on his back.
"Now, Murphy, he was just about to eat!.."
Mike turned his head back and smiled a little.
"I'm sure I can eat later, right now I think I should help grandad out back..."
She smiled and patted his back.. "Ok, dear.. but you be careful out there and wash your hands when you come in.."
He nodded and followed his grandpa to a big field. He turned to Mike and handed him a little baggie.. on the front of the baggie was a picture of a tomato.. they must be tomato seeds.. his grandpa placed his hand on his shoulder and started to talk..
"Alrighty, son.. now I'm gonna need a big favor of ya... I want you to put that there bag of seeds in yer pocket and help me pull the plow... If you think you're up to it, that is.. when we're done plowin' the field I want you to spread those seeds while I tend to the chickens.."
Mike looked up to see the big metal plow at the opposite end of the field, tied to it was a thick coarse rope. It looked like it was gonna be a miserable job to be done but it had to be done... He placed the bag of seeds in his pocket and nodded..
"Sure.. alright... I think I can do that... How far are we talkin'?..."
His grandad turned around and pointed to the other end of the field.
"We're pullin' all the way to the other side... Think you can do that?..."
Mike looked.. that was quite a long way to go, especially with such a large plow.. he nodded..
"Yea.... Yea I think I can do that.."
Grandpa clasped his hands together. "Alrighty then... Let's get to work.." Mike took a deep breath, this was gonna be hard..
The two walked up to the big plow, old, dirty and covered in rust.... After some stretching they both grabbed ahold of the thick rope.. He looked at Mike..
"One.... Two.. pull!..."
With that, they both started pulling with all the strength they could muster, Mike grunted, planting his feet firmly in the dirt as to not fall forward, he pulled as hard as he possibly could.. It was gonna take every bit of energy he had to get this plow all the way to the other end of this field..
After a couple hours and a lot of sweat they had finally made it to the other end.. Mike let go of the rope, his hands were burning.. he breathed heavily and coughed a few times but the worst was over for this job.. his grandad patted him on the back, it was enough to almost knock him over..
"Well look at that! Ya made it all the way through!.. You're not as much of a city slicker as I thought you were!... I'm sure you'll have no problem spreadin' the seeds!.."
Mike was too busy huffing, just trying to get a good breath.. he stood up the rest of the way and just nodded, he could hardly speak.. his grandad patted him on the back once more..
"Alright, I'm gonna go to the hen house and pick out the newly laid eggs and hope I don't lose an eye!.." he laughed and walked away..
After taking a bit longer to get a good breath, Mike pulled the bag of seeds out of his pocket and pulled the drawstring to open it up a little.. he poured some seeds into the palm of his hand and began walking up and down the field, lightly sprinkling the seeds into their place.. after every seed had been placed he went back and covered all of them with the dirt..
He dusted off his hands and sighed, it took quite a bit of time but that part was done.. beads of sweat ran down his face at a rapid rate, he removed his wool hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.. the front of his hair was drenched in sweat and his legs had never been so sore... He walked back to the house and wiped his shoes off at the door.. he stepped into the kitchen and washed his hands and splashed some water on his face to cool himself down.. he was definitely getting to sleep tonight..
"There you are, darling!... How did it go?.. you must be starving!.."
Mike dried his hands on an old wash cloth and looked up.
"Well.. every muscle in my body hurts so I'd say it went well... Hold on a second, Nana, I have to make a call..."
She smiled. "Alright, dear.. I'll get the food ready..."
Back at the pad things were pretty uneventful.. Davy, Peter and Micky were sitting on the couch watching TV and everything was still and quiet.. Davy was resting his eyes after doing quite a bit of house work and Micky and Peter were sitting and watching a show..
Tables and shelves had been dusted, dishes had been washed, things had been arranged and put away, floors had been swept, rooms had been tidied and errands had been run..
Everything was done and Davy was exhausted..
When the phone rang Peter and Micky nearly fell over eachother to get to it first. Micky grabbed the phone, hoping it would be Mike.
"Hello, Davy?...."
Micky was almost too excited for words, but he managed.
"Mike!!.." he yelled, which startled Davy out of his rest.. he sat up and rubbed his eyes..
"Micky?... Is that you?.. where's Davy?..." Mike asked.
"Mike!!... How are you man? Did you make it? How's your day been? What's the farm like?..." He had never been more excited to talk to Mike.
He sat down in the dining room chair, man did it feel good to rest his legs.
"Yes, I made it.. the farm's nice, just how I remembered it.. lot more chickens and horses, though.. but I wonder if ol' Bess is still here..... Hey, listen, could ya put me on with Davy?.."
Micky nodded. "Oh, sure man!..... Davy!.. it's for you!.." he handed the phone to Davy and he sat up straight and grabbed it tiredly from Mickys hand..
"Hello?... Mike?.."
"Davy!.. hey, buddy!... How've things been by the pad?.." Mike was already missing the pad quite a bit..
Davy smiled. "Oh, everything's been good.. kind of quiet, honestly.. Micky and I just got all the days work done... How was the train?...."
Mike chuckled.. "Quiet?.. wish I could say the same here.. these roosters really have somethin' to talk about... The train ride here was alright.. it was quiet and real peaceful.. it was nice watchin' the acres pass by.."
"Oh, that sounds lovely.. did you do anything big yet?.. did they have you groom the horses or something?.." Davy replied..
"That's not until tomorrow.. I just got done helpin' grandad plow the field and spread the seeds.." Mike said, exhausted from the work.
Davy chuckled. "Plowing the field?.. that's quite a job, right there.."
Mike smiled. "Yep.. it was somethin'.. I'm gonna be mighty sore tomorrow... Listen, I'm gonna let ya go, I gotta eat or I might just die.."
Davy laughed. "Alright, then!.. I'll talk to you tomorrow!.. goodnight, Mike!.."
"Goodnight, Davy.." he hung the phone up and reluctantly stood up, his legs were gonna hurt something awful tomorrow..
After a well deserved dinner and a cool shower he trudged to the guest room, or his room for the next two weeks.. he set his bags in the corner and surveyed the room.. the walls were a faded old olive green and there were old vintage paintings strewn up on the wall in a very orderly fashion, an old wooden dresser sat in the corner with a bed beside it.
The floor was hard wood and by the bedside was an end table with a lamp and a small framed picture and beneath it was a round fuzzy rug. Other than that the room was very empty.. the bed was made up and it looked so unbelievably comfortable to him.. a large brown comforter and two big white fluffy pillows.. the window had long floral pattern curtains that hung low to the ground but only almost touching the floor..
Mike stepped over to the window and pulled the curtains open to see the fields below, the land was a glowing evening color.. it was beautiful... The sun set on the horizon and the farm began to sleep..
He settled under the covers and pulled the lamp cord and with a click the room went dark..
Just another diamond day on Nesmith farm..
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(not so) failed date
word count: 1.025
genre: just a lot of fluff sksks
pairing: kim junmyeon x reader
author’s note: okay! this is my secret valentine for @myeoning-call . sorry that it’s so late but i hope you had a happy valentine’s! (and now i sit here in the corner wondering if this is horrible bc i don’t like it but idk JDHGSGANXIETY)
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“No way—“ your breath hitches in your throat as you scan the vast lake that’s been decorated with cute valentine’s knick knacks here and there. The top of the lake is frozen over and you stare in shock (and a little jealous) as the little kids, the families, the friends, skate over the ice like second nature.
“Why? You don’t like it?” Your head turns to the side, forgetting for a moment that you’re on a date, with your boyfriend. He said it’d be a surprise but you never thought he’d pick an ice rink of all the places. Then again, ice rinks did seem romantic, a little more Christmas-y but its never too late to play in the snow. So, that just means you were not expecting to be thrown out that easily.
“No, I’m just—uh—suddenly not feeling well...?” You sputtered, as you avoided eye contact with him. He really didn’t need to know the real reason why. That’s just plain embarrassing. However, as always, your all-knowing boyfriend (at least when it comes to you) narrows his eyes, and you’re really hoping he’d just drop it and take you somewhere else. You were on a date, and he did say it would be a surprise, and normally you love surprises They were fun, exciting, and wholly unpredictable!
But you did not like surprises that ended in you with a broken head or anything of the sort.
“Um, Jun, can we just go somewhere else, my legs are kind of cramping and—?”
His eyes widen before he chuckles. Gosh darn it, why did he have to be so smart, he saw right through you. “Aw, is this Y/N’s first time at an ice rink?” He teases, as he pokes you on your shoulder.
You swat his hand away and sternly decline. “No, it’s not.”
You look up to him seeing a smirk crawling on to his face. “Then why are you all blushy? You’re embarrassed aren’t you?” You scowl, the tease looks excited.
You turn your head to the side, realizing that your face was really hot, and cross your arms maybe out of defense from his confrontation, or maybe from the cold. No one will ever know. “I am not.”
“Aw, it’s okay, everyone has something they’re not good at.” He pokes you a few more times earning him another glare.
“Let’s just go somewhere else.”
“I don’t want to,” he whines, dragging out the last syllable before going around you, placing his hands on your shoulders (you paused if and only because you thought he was about to console you) and started pushing you along to the entrance.
A stream of very polite words exit your mouth, as you try to get out from his steel-like hold, but you give up when you turn your face and see how happy he looks.
You meet his eyes over your shoulder as he halts. “Oh, why’d you stop?”
He loosened his hold. You took your chance and ripped yourself away from him, dashing towards the car. Maybe you could outrun him, but then again, you remembered how athletic you are, and crossed the option out of your mind.
You got farther than you thought though, before your boyfriend tackled you, sending you both tumbling into the snow. Some got in your eyes and mouth and your spluttering before you open your eyes, met with those warm eyes, that you know like none others. (And here you are thinking that Junmyeon was a very protective, loveable, and boyfriend-like boyfriend. You know, the ones that don’t tackle their own girlfriends to the floor).
You evade eye contact at all costs, coughs suddenly racking out of you (maybe because his limbs were on top of you and you could feel everything, or not) and if you didn’t feel yourself blushing before, you were definitely now.
Your eyes met with his however much you tried to evade him, his nose just a few inches away from your own before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
To other people, you would be considered a dying and tomato red girlfriend. Great condition for Valentine’s day dates. To you, you also felt like a dying and tomato red girlfriend.
You scramble away from him, thankfully without anything else happening, your cold fingers against your cheeks so that they wouldn’t be so red, but to no avail.
Junmyeon stands up from next to you, and you take a glance at him. The jerk. He’s not even blushing, at all.
You start walking to the car again, and he follows you, thankfully, and in between the fights your having with yourself, you turn and stop right in front of him. He looks down at you in confusion, and you look at him.
He points his thumb back in question. “You want to go ba—?”
You grab his shoulder, and stand on your toes, to press a kiss to his lips. A gentle one, but more than just the one he gave you a minute ago. Pulling back, you smile, seeing his cheeks flush, and the tips of his ears sticking out from his hat, redden. That’s better.
You intertwine your fingers with his and look up to meet his goofy smile, with a small one of your own. His large hand covers yours, and you're thankful for the warmth, as you swing your arms together on the chilly Valentine’s day.
Bonus:
He snickers, turning the ignition. “Is it really your first time at an ice rink?”
“No!”
He turns to you, a stupid smirk plastered on his face. “Really?”
“It’s my... second.”
He bursts out laughing as he backs the car out and you hit his shoulder.
“You’re an idiot,” You mutter, defensively crossing your arms over your chest.
“But I’m your idiot.”
A smile blooms on your face, as you reach up and ruffle his hair. He squawks, indignantly.
“Ew, that’s gross.”
“You’re gross.”
So it might’ve not been the best date ever, but that’s okay. As long as it was with him (no one tell him though, he’d never let you live it down), you’d be fine.
#exowritersnet#exosecretvalentine19#suho x reader#suho scenario#suho oneshot#suho fic#suho fanfic#exo fic#exo fanfiction#exo fanfic#exo scenario#its been so long that i wrote something i forgot how to tag skssks#my writing
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