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ryuichirou · 6 months

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I been wondering what would it be like for the cast to be parents? I seen how Idia and Azul will likely be terrible ones and I am curious for the rest. (Except for Lilia for obvious reasons)

Anon! Sorry for the late reply. The day has come for me to share with you my nrc-as-parents headcanons lol I’ve mentioned this theme a little bit in one of the previous replies about Azul and Idia a while ago, and I’ll reiterate: we usually don’t really love the scenarios than involve characters becoming parents, and because of that I probably ended up talking about how bad of a parent all of them are lol But I tried to make it as fair as possible.

Actually, some of them turned out to be not so shitty ones! Which is quite surprising, not gonna lie.

Alright, so…

Riddle – such an anxious parent. One would assume that he would try not to mess his kid up as badly as his mom messed him up, but it’s Riddle we’re talking about; he’s still super dependant on tutorials and rulebooks, and whether he wants to acknowledge and avoid his parents’ mistakes or not, he’ll end up overthinking it and messing up massively. I guess it all depends on his partner, but he’d need a lot of help. He’s going to copy his mother until somebody stops him, although at some times he would think “I was actually very upset when my mother did that, I should stop”, but he wouldn’t be able to catch or even see all these moments, especially on his own.

Trey – “oh he is the perfect dad!” I hear the crowd saying. “NO!!!” I’m yelling back at the crowd. Of course, he is super caring and empathetic and has experience with children. And looking at some of the other…. Uh… contestants… of course, Trey is one of the best. But he is also an enabler that spoils his kids rotten. He’s way too doting. He’s strict about their dental hygiene! But other than that? Nah.

Cater – god I don’t think Cater would ever want a kid. I think he would think that unless he has a perfect and stable life with a house and no need to move anytime soon, it’d be too irresponsible to get a kid. But even then, he would be so focused on not messing up his kid (and he would only have one because siblings sucks) that he would probably make things worse lol He would also probably try to make everything seems perfect and his kid really wouldn’t appreciate it when they get older.

Ace – he’s the dad that doesn’t pay child support and visits them like once or twice every other week. I know I judge him based on his younger self, but I don’t feel like this guy is getting mature or responsible anytime soon. He’s the type of parent that always looks hella confused about what to do with a kid, especially when they’re too young/too old to appreciate his sick magic tricks. He’s not heartless, he just doesn’t get it and gets frustrated because of that and doesn’t want to continue trying.

Deuce – he would try to do his best. He would actually be quite a nice parent, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t make mistakes or get frustrated. He’ll mess up A LOT; he’s just very good at learning from his mistakes and knows how important it is to have a good parent. And his mom would help out a lot.

Leona – distant, lazy, always salty at someone for some reason. The type of dad who could technically brag about his kid to someone, but when the kid is there he just sits on a couch and watches tv in silence. He gets inspired to teach his kid how to throw a ball from time to time, but he’s also the type of a dad to miss the perfect timing for this kind of bonding and end up with a teenager who doesn’t want to hang out with him. Wow that went dark lol

Ruggie – on the one hand, he also has a lot of experience with taking care of children. On the other hand, his kid would know how to pickpocket at the age of 2. Just in case. His kid would love him a lot, but he’s definitely not the most conventional dad one could have. He’d also never have a child without any sort of financial stability because he doesn’t want his child to be raised up in the streets.

Jack – oh come on, he would be such a good father that it’s actually boring, NEXT!!!

Azul – Riddle’s mom 2.0. I’m sorry, this is the hill I’m going to die on. Yes, Azul was loved by his family and surrounded by nothing but support and care, but he’s also a psychotic control-freak that truly believes that he was too spoiled and that his parents should have been MORE STRICT WITH HIM!!! So in his head, the best thing he could do is to make sure that his kid knows magic by the age of 3, knows how to work with contracts by the age of 5, learns how to play an instrument, does sports, knows how to cook, has perfect pronunciation and vocabulary, and oh of course the kid also needs to have a hobby because if they don’t have anything they’re passionate about they’ll never succeed in life! Azul is overbearing lol but he is also probably overly protective of his kid. He’d also yell at his mom for spoiling her grandchildren lol but his mom would make a great counterbalance for his attitude with her being sweet, so it’s not that bad for a child...

Floyd – HE DOESN’T NEED A KID. PLEASE. HE AND JADE BOTH WOULD PIT TWO NEWBORNS AGAISNT EACH OTHER AND GO “FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT”. But if we’re being honest, I just think he’s too volatile to be a proper parent. The possibility that he’d get bored and just ditch this whole parenting thing altogether is too high lol

Jade – If we don’t go the “baby wrestling” scenario, he’s… confusing. He might be a wonderful dad who is surprisingly perfect at parenting and smiles at you with his “what, you thought I would be bad at it? too bad” smile. As if he’s doing it to spite everyone. As if he’s plotting something. But I can also picture him leaving his kid in a forest just to see if he would find his way home.

Kalim – Oh he’s the most doting dad ever. His kid would have everything they want, he’ll shower them with love, kisses, songs, tasty food, gifts, snacks, cool outfits. He would photograph everything and have tons of videos on his phone. He would talk about his kids all the time. He would be so obnoxious and insufferable, Jamil would actually ask him to PLEASE consider not spending half of their funds on his child’s birthday gift? You’ll literally go broke please stop PLEASE.

Jamil – he’s also probably the one not to have a kid for a very long time because of having too many irons in the fire. But he’d be an okay parent. His biggest problem would be the fact that he’s busy. His kid would probably be super mature from a very young age though. And learn how to cuss from Jamil. Jamil didn’t mean to teach them that, but oh fuck. But also I think he would somehow end up making some of the same mistakes his parents made with him. He’s way too focused on Kalim to notice that he pushes his kid away a lot hoping that they’ll “understand” because they’re “smart”.

Vil – he would be a solid one! He’s also super focused on his kid learning a bunch of stuff from a very young age, but he is much more mature and empathetic than Azul is about it. Still, he’s quite strict, but he’s also super doting when he has his soft moments. But sometimes he still takes his own perfectionism too far. He’s the one to read a lot of the books about parenting and try to be as prepared for it as possible. But mistakes are unavoidable so let’s hope that the great Vil Schoenheit shows his excellence at everything he does yet again.

Rook – oh the weirdo. He has his strong points, and a lot of them: he’s super supportive, super loving, he helps out a lot, and he would actually provide a good balance if the second parent is Vil for example. At the same time, it’s impossible to have a “normal childhood” when your dad is Rook, because he’ll teach you how to hunt, how to survive in the woods, how to hide your presence from a tiger. His kids will watch him snap a deer’s neck at the age of like 2. So yeah, on the one hand he would be that parent who yells in excitement at his kid’s elementary school play, but he’ll also give the most ruthless critique to them afterwards. He’ll show his kid the beauty of nature, but he’ll also leave them in the woods for a week to survive alone. Don’t worry, he believes in them~ (his kid and Jade’s kid would stumble upon each other in the same woods and become friends lol)

Epel – he’s too much of a baby… I can’t even picture him having a kid. What kind of a teen mom?.. He’s going to be too focused on this whole cute/manly stuff, this never ends well lol

Idia – the awkward and avoiding parent that kind of wants to hang out with the kid but also wants nothing to do with them. He doesn’t know how to act around them and it’s painfully obvious. So he might miss the moment to actually bond with them just like Leona, but on the other hand, if the other parent is Azul, Idia could be “the fun parent”: the type that you can eat ice-cream with and play videogames for hours. But when the videogaming and ice-cream eating hours are over, he’ll just stop communicating with the kid again and hide somewhere. He doesn’t like being a parent much; he’d prefer to be “a cool uncle” of sorts. The one that only comes to visit twice a year…

Ortho – an actual cool uncle lol I also can’t picture Ortho as a dad. He’d be a collection of all the dad tropes from the tv. He would have so much fun! Not sure of the kid would have fun though. But Ortho would!

Lilia – oh we all know how good of a father he is. The best one.

Silver – a very sweet and empathetic one, caring and protective; his main downfall is the fact that his own childhood was so messed up that he doesn’t really know how to care for kids. Of course he wouldn’t just drown a kid in milk like his own dad did, but he also wouldn’t automatically assume that it probably isn’t safe to just let his kid play with a sword on their own. Something among the lines.

Sebek – absolutely obnoxious. Sometimes he’s surprisingly good… because his childhood wasn’t as bad as Silver’s, so he knows better. He’s also the one to read a lot of books and hope that he won’t make any mistakes. But he’ll make mistakes, get frustrated and angry, and make even more mistakes. And then he’ll sing an ode to Malleus instead of a regular lullaby because the young one needs to learn what’s important from the very first days of their life!!!!!!111 Silver and he need each other to balance shit out lol

Malleus – he would try, but I don’t trust him to try hard enough lol he would be invested and loving at first, but he would also get moments when he would just leave a kid and go on a stroll. It would probably take some time for him to learn that he probably shouldn’t do this. Hey he went through the same thing, right? Was it fair then? Why isn’t it fair now? (besides, Silver also turned out alright!) Not everything is about you, Malleus…

#replies #headcanons

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devnicolee · 3 years

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The Chosen Ones (One-Shot): Surprise

A/N: Very random but it is what my brain wanted this weekend lol Also I miss Asha lol my fav! Anyway, enjoy!

***

Asha’s hand covered her mouth as she yawned, resting her book on her chest and letting her head gently fall on the mountain of propped up pillows behind her.

“You have been really tried lately, firecracker?” M’Baku called as he walked out of their bathroom to grab his pajamas at the foot of the bed. Asha nodded lightly, her mind immediately distracted, like a child with a new toy, as her eyes gazed over his naked body. They had only known each other for a year, been married for six months, and his body still managed to take her breath away.

She licked her lips lightly, desire flaring in her eyes as she ignored his question and her previous exhaustion. M’Baku chuckled as he examined her.

“Are you listening, my queen?”

She smiled slyly, pulling herself from under the covers, sexily crawling down to the edge of the bed where he stood.

“I’m sorry, my king. You are just my greatest distraction,” she whispered seductively in his ear, her teeth gently nipping at his earlobe, his favorite spot.

He groaned before pulling back slightly. “There will time for that later. But I am serious, Asha. Are you sure you are feeling ok?” His eyes examined her closely as if he could see a mysterious illness in her eyes. “You usually only sleep one or two nights a week and you have been dead to the world every night this week.”

“Maybe it is our late night activities,” she winked before kissing his neck. She ended her ministrations as she heard the frustrated sigh leave his lips. Her usual methods of distraction weren’t going to work this time.

He wasn’t wrong, she usually didn’t need sleep or, at least, not much of it. She spent most nights working with T’Challa, who was usually awake as well, or reading in the library. That is, after she and M’Baku finished their intimate time, which was continuing at a rate of every single night. She was wondering when he would slow down, get tired of her… but that day had yet to come. She was convinced that was part of it, M’Baku had more energy than her. He pushed her body to its limits most nights, even after a long day, he was rarely satisfied with lazy sex.

“Sorry, I know you are serious. I don’t know what it is though… nothing has changed. I-I’ve just felt really tired the last week or two. I’m sure it will pass, don’t worry about it, ok?” She kissed his cheek.

Silence fell over them as his eyes examined her. “If it continues, you will go see a healer, yes?”

“Of course. Now…” her small hands drifted to the hem of the shirt he just pulled onto his broad frame and started to pull it back off. “Why don’t you come over here and give me a reason to be exhausted?”

M’Baku climbed over her as their lips connected and their tongues explored each other.

“Anything you wish, my queen.”

****

Asha groaned slightly as she turned over in bed, the sheets sliding off of her naked body. M’Baku instinctively turned with her, his arm resting over her hip as she tried to get comfortable again. She glanced at the clock, surprised at how long she had slept. But she wasn’t surprised, M’Baku seemed determined to send her to new heights that evening, pouring all his love and energy into worshipping her body. She reached for her beads, finding a missed message from T’Challa.

She groaned as she remembered she was supposed to be going over some treaties with him that evening. She quietly got out of bed to get her tablet to call him. However, as she stood up, she felt her stomach start to turn, an unfortunate wave of nausea overtaking her. She sat back on the bed, her mind running through the food she ate throughout the day to determine what caused this.

After a few minutes, she felt that unmistakable churn that forced her to leap off the bed. She barely made it to the toilet before she began throwing up. It felt as if her body was trying to rid itself of every substance she ever consumed. After a few minutes of heaving, she rested her head on her arms, exhaustion settling in, as she waited for the next wave she knew would be coming.

When the second wave hit, she didn’t even notice M’Baku behind her, holding her braids back for her. When she was done, she felt a damp rag wiping her forehead. She offered him a small smile and a feeble ‘thank you.’

“What happened, baby?” He whispered as he rubbed her back.

“I-I don’t know. Just one of those stomach bugs probably,” she waved his concerns away.

“Maybe we should go see a healer tomorrow, firecracker?”

Asha immediately shook her head. “No, no. I promise I’m fine.”

She pushed herself up and walked slowly over to their wooden counter. She discreetly leaned against it as she reached for her toothbrush. “Look, if I get sick again, I promise I will go see a doctor. But there is no need to fuss. I feel much better already.”

“Ok, one more incident and you are headed to the doctor, no complaints.”

“Yes sir. Now let me brush my teeth and then we can go back to bed. I’ll be there in a second.”

She watched M’Baku’s back retreat from her as he returned to their bedroom. She slumped forward, her head resting in her hand. Something was off, she knew that much.

***

“Are you sure you are ok?” M’Baku asked as Asha wrapped her arm in his as they strolled through the market. She rolled her eyes.

She appreciated M’baku’s protectiveness, truly. But sometimes it felt overbearing. Aside from that bout of sickness two days ago, Asha had felt fine. Still tired but fine. And yet, he has asked her how she was feeling every hour for the last 48 hours. But when she thought about the husband she almost had, she chose to be grateful for this quirk of his. It just meant he cared deeply and wanted her to know that. She would always appreciate that about him… the lengths he went to ensure she felt loved, cherished and protected every single day. He wanted her to be around as long as she possibly could be and wanted to protect her from anything that could stop that.

“When are you going to stop asking me if I am ok?“

“When you are back to my usual energetic, non-sleeping, sickness-free fire goddess,” he mused.

“I promise, it was just one night. Even goddesses get sick, my king,” she teased, as she waved at a few vendors as they passed by. “Seriously, I’m good.”

“If you say so,” he muttered, his usual response to her assurances, an indication that he didn’t really believe her.

They approached Asha’s favorite shop in the market, a dressmaker who was a true magician with fabric. Asha had dragged Nakia, Okoye, and Shuri here to see Adisa, firmly believing her dresses were better than 99 percent of the dressmakers in the Golden City.

“My king, my queen,” Adisa saluted them as they entered the shop.

“Asha!”

“Neema! It is Queen Asha, you know that. Be respectful,” her mother called as the little girl barreled toward her chief and chieftess.

Asha smiled as Adisa’s daughter came rushing up to her and rammed into her legs for a hug. She didn’t particularly care about the young girl, or anyone in the tribe, calling her by her title. She was still getting used to that part.

“Oof!” Asha exclaimed as she wrapped her small arms around her legs. “Have you gotten stronger since I was last here? I think you have found your next great warrior, M’Baku,” she mused, sharing a wink with her husband.

The young girl glanced up at M’Baku, her eyes big with wonder and excitement. “Reallyyyy?” Her baby voice asked. M’Baku swooped down and picked her up, the girl immediately resting her head on his shoulder.

“I agree! We need strong warriors like you. You will train hard, yes? I will be looking for you to join us in a few years,” he remarked, smiling at the young girl.

It always made Asha’s heart melt watching M’Baku interact with children throughout the tribe. They all adored him. He had such a way with them, gentle and loving.

He placed her feet back on the ground, offering her another big smile before she turned her attention back to Asha.

“Can you make the fire, Queen Asha, pleasseeeee?”

Asha smiled before taking a few steps back, to put a healthy distance between her and the young girl, and stretched out her hands. While she enjoyed free use of her powers in Jabariland, she honestly didn’t think much about them anymore or use them often, especially this time of year. They were a joy for everyone during the winter months, instant fire at her fingertips whenever they needed it. But in the summer, Asha’s gift wasn’t as necessary as others were. Only one year into living among the Jabari and she truly appreciated how the Chosen were seen as gifts and help to the tribe, each one stepping up to fill a need or a gap when necessary.

Asha concentrated as she stretched her hands out, several flames emerging before forming three small gorillas. She and Neema watched as the gorillas ran around in her palms, the young girl getting close enough to watch but keeping a safe distance to ensure she didn’t get hurt.

She giggled and clapped her hands at the show, before Asha closed her palms, causing the fire to die out.

“What do you say?” Her mother prompted as she carried several large garment bags out of the back of the shop.

“Thank you!”

She gave Asha another hug before running to the back room. As she straightened back up, Asha swayed slightly for a second, unexpected dizziness washing over her. She took a deep breath, ignoring it briefly.

“Thank you for always entertaining her. She just loves that.”

M’Baku took the long garment bags out of her hands, trading them for a stack of Wakandan dollars.

Asha waved her hand, “It is nothing. She is a dream, so sweet. And thank you for the new pieces. So happy I have something for King T’Challa’s birthday this weekend.”

“I hope you like them! Will I see you again next week? I will have some new things for you to try?”

Asha nodded, “Of course!”

She and M’Baku said their goodbyes before heading back into the market toward their carriage. She leaned against M’Baku, using him to help her walk as the dizzy feeling grew. She wanted to ask him to stop but didn’t want to send him into a frenzy in the middle of the crowded market. But after a few more paces, she realized she couldn’t take it any longer.

“My love, can we s-slow down for one second?” She asked, her feet coming to a halt.

“Of course. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just felt dizzy all of a sudden. I am sure it is nothing.”

His hands went to her waist as he examined her. After a few minutes of deep breathes, Asha finally opened her eyes to see the extreme concern in his.

“Better?”

She nodded, “Much. Thanks.”

“Good. And we will have no more of this. I am calling a healer as soon as we get home.”

“M’Baku…” Asha whined. “Please, don’t make a big deal out of this. I just needed a minute.”

“And I need for you to be ok, really ok. And you aren’t. Lying about that for my benefit isn’t helping either of us. Even if it is something small, I would rather know about it so we can deal with it. Understand?” He kissed her forehead gently.

Asha nodded, accepting that this was not a battle she could win. “Understood.”

***

Asha paced up and down their bedroom as she waited for M’Baku to come home from his office. He had demanded she take the day off and rest, rearranging her entire day for her and arranging for his private healer to come check in on her.

The healer had left over an hour ago, leaving behind a diagnosis Asha hadn’t never thought to consider.

She was pregnant.

She almost fainted when he told her. She even asked him to check again to be sure.

Asha couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t tell whether to be excited or terrified. Asha had always wanted children but convinced herself for years that she would never have them. And then M’Baku came along and changed all of that. He made her impossible dreams feel possible again. And they both wanted children, him an army of them. But not this soon, they had barely been married.

She worried they were moving too fast. After all, they had dated, gotten engaged and gotten married all in less than a year. Asha regretted none of it, even if the move to Jabariland came with a steep learning curve. She had figured it out and she had never been happier. However, children were not something you rushed, they were something you planned for. And they hadn’t done any real planning yet.

Part of her worried how M’Baku would react, but only for a second. Regardless of the timing, he would be ecstatic, beside himself.

She had spent the last hour pacing their quarters, wondering how to tell him. However, she wouldn’t have to wait much longer as she looked up to find him walking into their quarters.

“My love, you are supposed to be in bed,” he chastised lightly, kissing her on the forehead. “What’s wrong?” He asked immediately as he took in the stressed look on her face. “What did the doctor say?”

Asha stared at his chest. She knew there was a better way to tell him this, something cute and romantic. But she was freaking out and needed him… his strength, his steadfastness, his wisdom. He would forgive the lack of fanfare in the announcement.

“Nothing bad. I’m ok… I-I’m just pregnant.”

She stole a glance at his face, finding a smile slowly growing there like a blooming flower.

“What?” He asked for clarification.

“I am pregnant.”

“Ah!” Asha let out a light scream and laugh as she was suddenly swept off her feet. M’Baku captured her lips as he spun her around. She giggled lightly.

“Are you happy?” She asked.

“You have made me the happiest man in the world, Asha. I love you more than anything.” He kissed her deeply.

He clapped his hands and laughed as they broke apart, immediately launching into a speech.

“We have to celebrate! In the Golden City this weekend! Oh and we have to tell our families. AND the Council. They will be ecstatic at this news… an heir. Wow. Oh he or she will be the greatest leader the Jabari has ever seen.” Asha watched as he paced and talked, his excitement flowing out of him like the rivers cut the mountains. “I will carve them a knobkerrie and I s-should start on the crib now. Do you th-“ he stopped as he looked over at his wife, his words dying at the sad smile on her face.

“What’s wrong, usana?” He asked, immediately coming up to her and rubbing her bare arms. As he looked at her, he could see the signs of her anxiety and fear, the unshed tears she was desperately trying to hold back glistening vin her eyes. “Are you not happy?”

She shook her head immediately, “No, no. I am happy. Of course, I’m happy,” she emphasized looking up at him. “I ju-“ she shook her head again, hesitant at sharing her fears with him… fears she knew he wouldn’t share. “N-nothing, it’s nothing. I am happy, really.”

“Stop. No, do not do that. Something is bothering you. Tell me.”

Asha looked away from him, her fears growing as she struggled to voice her anxieties to her husband. This was the part of marriage she still struggled with, being vulnerable and letting him in.

“Hey, look at me, baby.” His hand gently guided her chin so her eyes were back on him. “Whatever you have, whatever you are feeling… the good, the bad, all the complicated feelings in between, I want to hear them. I want all of you, always, Asha. Please, tell me what is troubling you.”

“Do you think I would be a good mother?” She whispered.

M’Baku tilted his head in confusion. Of all the things he expected her to say, this was not it. “Of course. Why would you ask such a thing?”

Asha sighed, a tear falling down her cheek. “Y-You know how my parents were. I mean, I basically died a-and my mother didn’t even check on me. She never protected me o-or loved me. The moment she could rid me from her life, she did. I probably don’t have a mothering bone i-in my body. I don’t know how to do this a-and I thought we would have more time for me to figure it out. A-and I am terrified… terrified I will disappoint them a-and you.”

M’Baku settled next to her, a comforting hand rubbing her back. “You are nothing like your parents, Asha. What’s that American saying, ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree?’ Well, you and your siblings seemed to have fallen in a different field.” His heart lifted at the little smile at graced her face at his joke. It shattered him to hear how little she thought of herself, how her parents’ actions still haunted her. He understood, saw it every time they were in the Golden City.

She had begun healing from her relationship with her father since she spoke with him in the Ancestral Plane… she had closure at least. But her mother… that was a minefield he, T’Challa, and Shuri tried to avoid, at Asha’s insistence. They maintained pleasantries at official events and in front of the Council, for the sake of optics. But other than that, M’Baku couldn’t think of the last time she and her mother had uttered two words directly to each other or been in the same room without T’Challa and Shuri. However, that didn’t stop the snide remarks sent her way from her mother.

Asha pretended it didn’t bother her to be ignored, disrespected by her mother continuously. But M’Baku saw it, the way her heart fell - even just for a second - every single time. He remembered her coronation 6 months ago, two days after their wedding. He still remembered her face when the rest of her family and friends descended from the Talon but her Ramonda didn’t. T’Challa’s sorry attempt to find an excuse for her couldn’t hide what they all knew: the Queen Mother simply didn’t care to attend. It crushed her, he knew, to never be accepted by her. He cursed himself for never thinking about how that might affect her feelings about parenting their own children.

He wrapped his arm around her, her body immediately nestling into his. “I have seen the way you are with our nieces and nephews, the other children here. They all love you, Asha. You are nurturing and kind, gentle. But most importantly, you affirm them always, you uplift them and do everything in your power to ensure they know how valuable and important they are. You are already leagues and bounds ahead of your mother. I have no doubt in your mothering abilities because you are a mother to everyone in this tribe who needs you. I have no doubt you will be the same for our child,” his hand rubbed her stomach through her thick knit sweater.

“You think so?” She asked quietly, wiping her tears.

He kissed the side of her head, “I know so. And I also know there is no shame in fear, usana. Fear is the consequence that comes with growing and stretching ourselves as people. Parenting is hard, it will be the hardest thing we ever do. And I am scared too,” he nodded, nonverbally reiterating his statement at her skeptical eyebrow raise. “I am. But I will lean on Hanuman and I will lean on you, as I always do when I am scared. And I hope you will do for me. We can do this, Asha. You can do this.”

Asha nodded, smiling at him, “You are amazing. How did I get so lucky?” Her lips connected with his cheek, his coarse beard tickling her lips.

“I ask Hanuman the same thing everyday about you,” he whispered back, kissing her forehead. “Come on firecracker,” he laughed as he watched her try to hide a yawn. “My Queen deserves all the rest and relaxation.”

He helped her strip down to her undies before giving her one of his sweaters to sleep in and helped her into bed. Before she settled fully, she waved her hand to extinguish the fire across the room, her body heat being enough for both of them. Once she was settled, he joined her as she draped her body over his bare chest.

“This will be good, Asha. We will be great parents,” he said as they laid in the darkness.

Asha smiled, the first genuine one since she found out the news.

“I think we will too.”

***

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minty-chocco · 4 years

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Hello! May I request a cupcake with a grumpy Leona Kingscholar, trying to woo an GN Reader with like lion courting methods? Like brushing out his mane and giving meat and such, but it isn't working? Until Ruggie tips him off to try human courting? I don't really care what format but a scenario would be preferred. Thank you!

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Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN! Reader

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Extra Note: aaaaa I’ve written this prompt the other way around at first (the reader is the one courting Leona) and realized my mistake halfway through lol. Anyways, writing this was quite a challenge for me since I still haven’t fully grasped Leona’s personality yet. To be honest, the reader was supposed to be dense but then I thought what would be the fun in that? So I made the reader quick witted so they could push Leona into doing more effort in courting! I apologize if this isn’t what you had in mind and if Leona’s character is a bit off. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy reading! Here’s your cupcake~! (sorry it took so long)

The reader would be following canon mc here but they’re in 3rd year instead because Leona is 20 years old.

These past few days you have noticed the dorm leader of Savanaclaw, Leona Kingscholar, is acting a little bit odd.

At first, you thought that he was just in the mood of being nice but then quickly erased that thought—Leona wouldn’t be nice with just anyone. You were suspicious if he was planning something being the scheming person that he is.

He would send Ruggie to give you food and jewelries. Whenever you would meet him at the Botanical garden he would be somewhat clinging to you while taking a nap. If others were to find you in that position they would assume you two were lovers.

It wasn’t like that before. Leona despised any presence in his sleeping place not wanting anyone to disturb him. He would prefer to be alone and be basked in silence.

Now he seems to tolerate you or even so.. he seems to now like your presence.

He would scoff whenever he smells another person’s scent on you and would become quite possessive, hugging you close until that nasty scent of others is now overpowered with his.

He wasn’t like that before.

You had some suspicions that maybe he likes you—but then you quickly erased that thought out of your mind.

He wouldn’t.. right?

By this time, you were starting to get confused by his sudden behavioral change. You decided to ask him directly about it.

Walking through the school’s halls, your footsteps echoing throughout the empty corridor as you quickened your pace to get through the Botanical Garden.

You wanted answers. Now.

The botanical garden was peaceful as always. The sun shone down through its glass roof giving it a calm scenery. The vibrant colored flowers that surrounds the inside of the building was beautiful and fragrant. You inhaled the fresh scent of air. You can’t really blame Leona for liking this spot.

You saw Leona at his usual sleeping area. He was softly snoring seemingly deep in his slumber.

You observed his features while he’s busy dozing his problems away. He looked peaceful. His soft brown hair looked messy because he kept moving while sleeping. The shade of the tree he’s sleeping under kept him away from the light of the sun. You observed that his ear was slightly twitching.

‘He must be having a dream..’ You thought.

You poked his cheeks gently to wake him up. When he didn’t give any response, you tugged at his sensitive ears instead.

Of course, this caused him to wake up looking annoyed. The lion shifted and fluttered his eyes open revealing beautiful deep emeralds that shone like crystals.

His eyes were like hues of the forest, surrounded with dark moss. It was the kind of earthy green that reveals the grass after the winter snow melted. The mystifying glow of his reflected on your (e/c) colored eyes.

“Oi, who would—” His deep voice was commanding with a hint of annoyance. Upon realizing that it was you, his irritated expression turned neutral. “It’s you, herbivore.”

Leona wouldn’t hesitate show his dismay to anyone who would dare wake him up and mercilessly kick them out but why isn’t he doing so to you?

“You’re acting weird, Leona-san.” You confronted him quite concerned for the man in front of you. Maybe he ate something he shouldn’t have. Maybe Ruggie got sick of this man and have been putting funny potions in his meal. You never know.

“Haah?” He rubbed his eyes still sleepy because of his nap that was cut short. “Be straightforward.”

You sighed shaking your head a little. “You’re acting too nice.”

He frowned hearing this but you continued on not giving him a chance to talk. “First of all, why are you giving me meat through Ruggie? What do you expect me to do with it?”

He was about to say something in defense but you raised a finger to add more. “Second of all, you’ve been touchy touchy with me lately to the point that I’m becoming your personal pillow.”

“Lastly.” You gave him a pointed glare. “You’re becoming protective of me. You couldn’t care less about me before.”

Leona sighed seemingly frustrated. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“No. Explain it to me.” You stubbornly replied, tired on whatever game he was doing.

Does he like you?

“What a pain.” He turned his back to you begrudgingly and proceeded to lay down to take a nap ignoring your request. He pulled you aside with him and held you tightly while shutting his eyes close.

“You--!” You gasped in surprise.

When you noticed that he was already asleep, there was nothing you can do. You looked at him at disbelief. How can he fall asleep in just a matter of seconds? You decided not to ponder on your thoughts anymore. It’s Leona after all.

“What should I do with you..” You said in a whisper.

“Leona-san.” Ruggie looked at his senior and pursed his lips. “You should be courting (Y/N)-san as any normal human would do.”

The hyena didn’t really care if his senior was doing the wrong method of courting as long as he was being paid but after a long time, he couldn’t bear to see Leona failing at his pathetic attempts.

“You think I don’t know that?” He raised a brow at his junior in front of him. Leona was clever enough to know that but he didn’t want to take his time to do research so he resorted to a method he’s familiar with. “This would do.”

Ruggie looked at the dorm leader in incredulity. “I’m sure (Y/N)-san would appreciate it more.”

After noticing the lack of response, Ruggie realized that Leona has already fallen deep in his slumber.

Ruggie just shook his head while picking up Leona’s clothes to take them to laundry. Atleast he tried.

After debating some time with yourself you decided to tell Leona directly to keep his act up. You’re slowly believing your first suspicions that he might like you when his actions continued.

“Leona-san.”

You visited him in Savanaclaw after a few days. “Do you like me?”

Leona’s ears perked up upon hearing this. He looked at you with an amused expression. “Oh? You finally noticed?”

Shaking your head, you looked at him straight in the eyes. “Then were you trying to woo me or something all this time?”

He shifted to his bed to get into a more comfortable position before answering. “Yeah, what do you think I was doing?”

“Well..” You studied his expression before speaking up. “You got to do a lot more than that.”

Leona has been ‘courting’ you by giving you meat through Ruggie and often times he would just hold you in place while sleeping. He didn’t really extort real effort upon doing so.

It’s not like you’re materialistic or anything but you wanted him to be more proactive in his goals. You wanted him to be the one doing all the work instead of Ruggie but since it’s Leona we’re talking about—it seems like it would be an impossible goal.

If he wanted you then he’s got to work harder than that. You ain’t no easy fish to catch.

You made sure to send the message across not paying to his reaction before walking off.

The lion looked at your retreating figure before gathering his thoughts and finally making a decision.

Leona has stopped doing his method of courting after that conversation you had the other day.

You can’t help but feel disappointment fill you up. You expected the lion to atleast put some effort and challenged him but you guess it was too much for him.

Although, it may not seem like it.. you did like the lion back. Even when he can be seen as standoffish, prideful, and lazy you can see some of his good points.

Closing the magical book and bouncing off your seat in the library, you returned the book to its respected shelf.

Exiting the library, you tried to take your mind off things by looking through the students passing by you while walking.

After coming back to the Ramshakle dorm, what you didn’t expect to see was a certain lion that has been invading your mind lately. Leona’s turned to look at you after smelling your familiar scent, his tail slightly raising.

“Leona.” You looked at him in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Oi, (Y/N)” The man in front of you looked at you with an unreadable expression.

You flinched when he called your name. This was the first time Leona ever called you by your name instead of herbivore.

“I like you.” He awkwardly looked away scratching the back of his head not really used to these kinds of things. He wanted to take a more straight approach instead of poking around.

Truthfully, Leona considered giving up. He thought it was such a pain that he would have to get his ass off from his comfort zone but that changed when reflecting back your moments shared together.

This lion started to get used to your presence that It just feels wrong whenever you’re not with him. At first, he was satisfied with being friends thinking that being in a relationship would be a lot of work. That opinion of his changed when he saw you being buddy buddy with the other students.

Yes, it made him jealous. Leona was quite possessive and he didn’t like the fact that there were students that dare try to make a move on you. He would often get annoyed smelling other scents on you.

Although, he’s embarrassed to voice these thoughts out loud. He had hoped that his feelings reached you across. He then outstretched his hand to reveal a little box. He looked like he was waiting for you to take it and so you did.

When you opened the box, it revealed a bracelet. It was just like his but more personalized and fit into your style.

You raised a brow at him waiting him to explain eyeing him suspiciously.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He raised his hand defensively and you can see him become flustered for a split second before regaining his composure. “I made that.”

“Really? Are you sure?” You took at stepped and looked at him intensely as if you can tell if he’s lying or not.

He groaned seemingly frustrated. “I did, okay? I even put your favorite colors to suit your taste.”

“Hm.” You observed the bracelet closely and it was embedded to fit your aesthetic on just the way you like. “You’re right.”

Leona clicked his tongue upon this. “What a troublesome herbivore you are.. making me do these things.”

You can’t help but feel giddy inside. He really did this for you, huh? To others it may not seem much but Leona taking his time to make something for you makes you happy. You’re very much aware about the lack of effort he put into things and the fact that he made effort into making you this was already priceless to you.

You chuckled and smiled fondly at him. “Aww aren’t you a cute kitty~”

“Heh.” He gave you his signature smirk which made your heart skip a beat. “Have you fallen for me now?”

“Who knows~?” You gave the lion a kiss on the cheek which wiped the smug grin on his face and is replaced with surprise, a light dust of pink painting his cheek.

Ah, how dare you steal his heart just like that.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈! 🧁

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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Back To You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~2.3k

Summary: In which he realizes he’s been chasing after the wrong girl all this time, and finally realizes who he’s really meant to be with in the end.

Warnings: angst, fluff ending lol

A/N: this is one of my older oneshots published on wattpad and I was too lazy to edit before publishing this, so I apologize for the shit writing loolll

"Peggy?"

"Steve? Is that really you?" Her jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock as she blinked several times, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Yeah," the super soldier chuckles, quickly embracing her and pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead, "It's me."

"But how is it possible? I thought you were dead...that you wouldn't be able to come back..."

"We did it. We took down Thanos and his army, and the stones granted me the ability to time travel," he explained, "I knew I had to check on you to see if you were okay."

"I'm just glad you're back," Peggy mumbled into his chest as his arms wrapped around her tightly. "I'm so glad you're back."

But as time passed, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He should be happy that he was finally with with the one woman who he thought he'd never see again, but something felt off. Why didn't it feel right?

If anything, he should've been as overwhelmed with joy as he was in the beginning compared to now, but he wasn’t.

He tried his hardest to ignore the one answer stuck in the back of his head and attempts to instead, focus on Peggy who's catching him up on what happened while he was gone over dinner.

"Steve? Are you alright?" she tilted her head to the side slightly. "Is something wrong?"

"What? No, I'm okay," he shook his head, "don't worry."

"Something's bothering you..." she pointed out as she took a sip of her coffee, "what is it? You know you can tell me anything."

"I can't," Steve exhaled, "it wouldn't do you any good."

"...It's about those you left behind, isn't it?" she guessed. "Your team...and Y/N, specifically..."

His silence was all Peggy needed to confirm the answer to her question.

"I know," she spoke softly, causing him to look up from his plate in surprise. "I've known all along."

"How did you..."

"I can tell by the look in your eyes. You still love her, and regret leaving her," she stated, "you wish to go back."

"I'm sorry-" he began.

"There's no need to be sorry," she reassured him, placing a hand on top of his, "it's okay. I'd rather have you be happy with the one you love the most instead of living out the rest of your life in guilt and regret. You can stay another night and get some rest, and leave tomorrow if you'd like."

"Thank you," he murmured.

The next day came and went, and after an exchange of goodbyes Steve was back with the Time Stone gripped in his hand, traveling back to the future that you were left behind in.

...

Six months have passed since he left.

Six months have passed since he broke your heart and left without an explanation.

Six months have passed since he went back in time to go be with Peggy Carter, and you were broken.

During that time, none of the team knew what they could possibly do to help and for once, even Sam and Bucky don't have any sarcastic comments to throw at you. Tony doesn't know what to do, either. Seeing the woman he'd mentored for so long fall to pieces over one man makes him wonder if there's something he didn't teach you correctly, if him not teaching you how not to let yourself go stir-crazy over almost losing the love of your life was the best idea or not.

He wonders if you'd felt this way all this time, but then he confirms that you did when he looks back to all the times you'd spent together and realized you had. And it was too late now, because he'd left. Gone without a trace.

You're all spending the weekend at Tony's cabin in the woods. While Clint, Natasha, Bucky, Peter and Pietro are roped into a tea party with Morgan and all her stuffed animals, you simply stood by the lake and stared blankly ahead at the view, wishing for him to come back; though you knew the chances of that happening weren't too high. For some reason, though, you refused to give up hope - you were in denial.

But a sudden whirring noise coming from the time machine makes everyone stop what they're doing. Your heart practically stops when you see an all-too familiar, broad-shouldered and muscular figure you thought you'd never see again step down from the platform.

"Cap?"

"Steve?"

"What are you doing here?"

The shock is evident in everyone else's expressions as they all gather around to welcome him back with warm greetings, but this quickly dies down when they notice the downcast look painted on his face as he clutches the green Time Stone in his hand.

"You left," you stated bitterly. "And now you decide to show up, all of a sudden? Is this some sort of sick joke?"

Steve makes his way towards you and you look down, refusing to meet his piercing gaze which you know will have your heart racing within seconds. He tries to take your hands in his but you quickly push them away, swallowing hard as you struggled to hold your tears back.

"Y/N, come on, look at me," he pleaded. "I'm sorry."

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head wildly, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. Your throat feels tight and constricted when you finally decide to look up at his crystal-clear blue eyes, those same eyes that had made contact with yours so many times over the years since you'd first joined the initiative. Those eyes that would never fail to make your heart skip a beat, no matter what happened.

Suddenly you can't breathe, the act of taking a simple breath growing more and more difficult by the second, the act of holding yourself back from breaking down into heaving sobs growing increasingly impossible.

"Why? Why did you have to leave me hanging like that? It's hard enough pretending to be friends with someone I'm so in love with, because every time I look at that person, all I see is everything I want to have," you choked out, "You left, Steve. You left without any explanation as to why the hell you were going back. And you're expecting me to forgive you that easily?"

"I made a mistake," he admitted with a pained expression on his face, "I thought I knew what I was doing, but I didn't. I thought I was doing the right thing by following my head, but I wasn't listening to my heart, that told me I was and always would be, in love with you."

"If you really cared, then you never would've left in the first place. She was your first choice, Steve, not me. If you really cared, it would've been the other way around. I thought maybe, you'd be the first one to ever care about me so deeply, but I guess I was wrong...and now I know how it feels to have someone else prioritized over you."

"Don't do this to me, Y/N," his voice cracks toward the end of his sentence, and the fact that you almost feel guilty for causing him to feel this way makes you sick to your stomach. "I love you. I made a mistake. I should've stayed instead of leaving you behind-"

"You broke my heart, Steve," your voice came out in barely a whisper, "I trusted you with everything I had, and you broke my heart. How am I supposed to forgive you now?"

"It was hard for me, too," he replied as a single tear slipped down his cheek and balled his hands into fists, "it was so damn hard, because at first I thought she was my everything and it broke me when I heard the news of her passing. I thought she was the one for me, and to get over her I had to keep reminding myself that she had been able to move on without lingering in her feelings, so there shouldn't be a reason why I can't do the same. She went on to have a family; a loving husband, children, and grandchildren...if we really were meant to be, I wouldn't have ended up where I am now, fighting alongside this team after being frozen for 70 years, and she wouldn't be old and on the verge of death when we reunited later on.

"It's true that she was the first girl I'd had it bad for, but I don't think I truly loved her. I didn't get to know her well enough before I went into the ice, and I think that's what sets things apart. I was too busy thinking about what could've been instead of what things were like now to know that truly loving someone means you went through hell and back together and stayed together no matter the circumstances, but that wasn't the case for her as the time we spent was cut short. It took me a long time to come to my senses and realize who I really needed in my life, and that I wasn't in love with her, but with you. The one who I was meant to be with was standing right in front of me, and I almost failed to realize that. I couldn't bring myself to stay when I was - and still am - hopelessly in love with you."

"Give me one reason," you whispered hoarsely, "give me one reason why I should believe you. Give me one reason why I shouldn't be doubtful of you leaving me again. Give me one reason why I shouldn't believe that you're going to hurt me."

Taking you completely by surprise, he leans down and kisses you in response, the feeling of his soft and warm lips against your own making you break down every wall you had built up in defense specifically to protect yourself from him. You then seem to completely forget about what's going on around you and in this instant, nothing matters. The aching in your chest doesn't matter. The way you feel as if you're going to fall apart and tear at the seams doesn't matter. The way your mind is screaming at you to stop and pull away because he's gonna break your heart again doesn't matter.

All that matters now is that you're kissing him, the Steve Rogers, his lips that are so insanely soft and tender they should be illegal in the first place. But you're too busy wrapped up in the blissful, electric feeling of how alive he makes you feel despite the fact that you felt like drowning in your heartache and pain. You're too busy reacting, your arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him closer to you, to realize that mere moments ago you were wishing you could feel anything other than romantic feelings for him.

As he pulls back, he reaches a hand out to your face and gently wipes the stray tears that had escaped away with his thumb, and it takes you every fibre of your being not to break down right then and there because you hated how much you cared but loved it at the same time. The more he lets his hand linger against your cheek, the more he holds you in his arms, he finds himself wanting to do this more, wanting to hold you longer and care for you and love you until the end of his days and that's when he realizes it. He's so in love, more than he'd ever been with anyone in his entire life and he doesn't want to let that go.

"Stop it," you mumbled, attempting to push yourself away from him but somehow ending up with your hands pressed against his chest as he tugged you back towards him again, his strong arms firmly snaking around your waist, "you're making me dizzy."

"I can't lose you again. Don't leave," he mumbled into your hair.. "I'm not going to lose you, because I already came far too close to that happening."

You made a sound sort of resembling a strangled sob and hold him as tightly as you could because you feared if you let go, he'd slip away from you again. And he rubs your back gently as your body shook with sobs that clawed their way up your throat and heart, whispering soothing words in your ear as he himself tries to hold back what feels like a seemingly endless flow of tears trapped behind his eyes.

At some point the tears stopped flowing and you just stood there in his embrace. Everyone had fallen silent by now and were simply watching the interaction between the two of you, practically biting their nails with anxiety at witnessing the rocky reunion.

You tilt your chin up slightly and your gaze subconsciously flickers down to Steve's lips, and he takes this as a sign to pull you in and press his lips to yours a second time.

It's more gentle this time, his lips brushing over yours for a brief second until you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him back in again.

You don't know when you finally break apart, or how much time has passed when you do, but judging by the softened looks on everyone's faces it had been a while.

"Daddy, why did Captain America just kiss Auntie Y/N?" a little voice piped up.

"Because they love each other, honey," Tony replied, ruffling his daughter's hair.

Morgan giggled. "I knew it!"

"Tell me you forgive me," he spoke softly, "tell me that I didn't come back for nothing."

You let out a shuddering sigh and rested your head against his broad chest, gripping the fabric of his suit into your fists. "I thought I'd lost you."

"You won't lose me again."

"So...is this the part where we're supposed to clap? Or cry? Honestly, I feel like doing both right now. This is cute."

"Shut up, Quill," Rocket kicked the Ravager man in the shins. "Let them be."

"What?" Quill held his hands up in defense, looking around at everyone's now amused faces. "You all know you're thinking the same exact thing."

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fuckinuchihas · 3 years

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Omg, I didn't think I'd actually get it! You're welcome for putting you out of your misery! I sent in a guess the first time and didn't get it but I'm Poppy, 25, and I like Bokuto! Thank You!

- 🦄

Alright Poppy! I finally finished it.

Honestly if it feels like this is not who you are or completely and totally out of character that’s okay just tell me I can absolutely do it again. Or if it just sucks...which it might cause like...I’m hella fucking sick, but my anxiety won’t let me not be productive so here we go.

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CALL A DO-OVER!!! ILYSM THANKS FOR PLAYING WITH ME AND SORRY IT’S SO LATE!!

BOKUTO X READER VALENTINES DAY FLUFF

You’ve been with Bokuto long enough to have mildly convinced him that you don’t really care about the extravagance of Valentines day. You don’t want a huge box of chocolates, to which half of them you don’t even like, or a bunch of flowers that will be dead in a week.

It’s not that you don’t appreciate them, you absolutely do...but it doesn’t feel necessary anymore.

He makes you feel loved each and every single day.

You don’t need cheesy red and pink decorations hung up in the living room or an expensive dinner at a restaurant where you feel out of place.

It just feels like way too much when you’ve already got everything you want and need by simply having him in your life.

It’s more than enough already.

Bokuto looks down at the last page of his ‘special love coupon book’ and grins to himself.

He’s old enough now to know that it’s kind of ridiculous but he’s given one to you for every single holiday or special occasion you’ve spent together and though you sometimes roll your eyes at what he believes are quite frankly generous rates on the slips, you never fail to smile when you see it.

And..you’ve even cashed a few in, though after the first time he made you promise not to actually tear them out again, they were in fact, unlimited.

He’s satisfied with it when he’s done with the design, this year he’s beefing it up a bit and having it actually printed out so he wanted to make sure the colors weren’t overwhelming or anything.

Once that’s complete, and submitted to the print shop...he’s kind of at a loss.

He knows you don’t want anything big. You’ve more than made that clear, though he’s been given contradictory advice by a couple of his teammates.

Still...he knows that he knows you better than anyone and that you wouldn’t be secretly expecting more.

The issue then becomes that he still wants to celebrate the day with you, even if it’s a lowkey thing with just the two of you.

He makes up his mind that he’s going to get some of your favorite food and drinks and a hardback copy of that book you’ve been wanting and he can still feel like he’s celebrating the love he has for you, and that you feel it too...without overwhelming you.

Yeah, that sounds good…

He texts your best friend three days in advance, after setting many, many reminders on his phone and asks if they’ll take you out to coffee or a movie on him, a secret between the two of them. They of course love him and how affectionate he is with you so they agree quickly and he sends the money over before he forgets.

The morning of, you have a nice lazy morning in bed before you bring up the friend date, he makes a big act of begging you not to go but just before you change your mind and cancel, he gets flustered and says he should probably get his workout in early so the two of you can spend the evening together.

You find it a little suspicious given the fact that Bokuto is about as subtle as a sledge hammer and a terrible terrible liar, but you trust that he won’t ask for too much and you put it behind you and go on with your day.

As soon as you’re out of the house he grabs every pillow and comforter he can find and texts someone he knows isn’t busy today and grins when he answers on the first ring.

“It’s just a fort, man. What’s so hard about that. You tie a couple sheets to your ceiling fan and throw up some fairy lights and bam, you’re done and everyone is happy.” Kuroo answers after Bokuto explains why he wants him over.

Sure, building a for looks easy, but ‘ol Bo has learned his lesson and he doesn’t do any kind of large scale (or small scale) project without supervision anymore.

“Just get over here man. I don’t have a lot of time...and what are fairy lights? Y’know what just stop and get those or whatever you think we’re gonna need and I’ll pay you back.”

“No...no what’s the real reason you’re asking for help. Besides the fact that you’re decoratively challenged?”

“I AM NOT! SOMEONE TOLD ME I COULD BE A MODEL LAST WEEK!” he calls out before he realizes he does still need Kuroo’s help.

He ignores Kuroo’s response and continues on. “Anyway, uh,” he rubs his neck, not wanting to admit the truth but Kuroo is kind of like an evil genius sometimes. “I may or may not have sworn an oath that I wouldn’t do any umm projects without help.”

Kuroo immediately starts barking laughter against his ear.

“Stop being such a jerk and get over here dude, I’ve only got a couple hours!”

“Wh-what’s the-” Kuroo is still slightly wheezing from laughter. “What’s the penalty.”

‘Oh no, not telling. I’m hanging up. Be over here in less than 25 minutes or I’ll tell Kenma you broke his lucky switch, bought a used one on a street corner and then filed the edges down to make it look ‘authentic’.”

“Fuck. Ugh fine.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Bokuto hangs up the phone with a smirk splayed on his lips.

He makes a resolute promise to himself to never let Kuroo find out the consequences of not keeping his promise is that he can’t have kisses or cuddles for a full twenty four hours.

What can he say, he’s weak..okay. He’s weak for you.

Kuroo gets there after he’s scheduled the takeout delivery and sloppily wrapped both your coupon book and the one you were itching to read.

He defends his blanket choices with his life but Kuroo insists on using these plain white ones he bought because it would ‘look more romantic’. He rolls his eyes but lets him do what he wants because if it’s one thing he does trust, it’s Kuroo’s eye for design.

“Ooh I forgot you had these ceilings...this is going to look awesome, dude.”

“Good, now what do you want me to do…”

“Nothing, I got this part.”

“Nooo, I want to do it myself,” he says, resisting the urge to stomp his foot. “It won’t mean as much if you just do it all for me.”

“Y’know you might not be the brightest but you’re a good man, Bokuto.”

“Eh?” he says, because Kuroo rarely ever compliments him sincerely.

“Nothin’ man, just get the clothespins.”

They work together and in less than an hour it looks, well...it looks fucking amazing he thinks.

He’ll give up just this once and say Kuroo was right, the white sheets look pretty cool and the little lights they strung up are pretty neat too.

It looks super romantic so he hopes you like it.

He kicks Kuroo out before he can invite himself over, Kenma has a special v-day stream going on and he wants to crash it from a different ip, whatever that means. Well either way he turns him down and swears the secrets he has will yet again, stay between the two of them.

Now he just needs to wait for you to get home.

When your friend texts that they’re about to drop you off, his heart starts beating out of his chest and he gets super excited.

He waits for you at the door, stepping outside when he sees their car pull in and softly closes it behind him.

“He yells out a greeting that could probably shake the ground if it was another decibel louder but you love how excited he gets so it doesn’t bother you.

You make your way over to him with a skeptical look on your face as he starts nervously rubbing at his neck.

“Why are you outside?” you ask and there’s a pink tinge to his cheeks that you’re pretty sure isn’t from the cool weather.

“Umm Happy Valentines Day?” he says, an awkward chuckle quickly following the words.

“Kotaro...what did you do? Why are you standing outside?” you ask, immediately concerned about the state of your home.

“I swear it’s not bad. I just wanted to surprise you so...please?” he asks, a hopefulness in his eyes that you can’t bring yourself to squelch no matter how worried you feel.

“I mean I said I didn’t want anything big but I guess if you want-” you stop mid sentence, breath stuck in your throat when you see your transformed living room.

He’s moved all the furniture except for the couch and the tv stand and it’s gorgeous. The lights twinkle a little in the darkness and you feel the irresistible urge to kiss his face.

So you do.

He never objects to kisses.

“This is really nice… I mean it. I’m sorry I almost ruined your plan or if I made you feel like you couldn’t do anything. I don’t ever want it to be that way. I just also don’t need you to make a big fuss,” you say, trying to be a little logical about it, but your heart is definitely thumping in that cheesy romantic way.

“How about a little fuss…”

“A little fuss feels nice.”

You lay back on the couch, you read to him from your book and share music playlists that quietly add to the ambiance of your conversation. He coaxes you into some weird verbal games that he’s played with Akaashi over the years, because it was something he needed to bring him out of his shell a little and you end up laughing until your belly hurts.

The takeout arrives on time and you enjoy the food and Bo loves to feed you small bites of your favorite stuff, so you let him.

He tells you to unwrap your gift and you feel fondness and warmth rush over you when you see the handmade coupons, this time even more beautifully drawn out.

It’s really easy to see why you’re so in love with him.

Even in the in between moments.

He’s always thinking of you and always wanting to be the best version of himself for you.

I wrote like an extra 600 words cause a lot of it was bokuto and kuroo interaction lol my bad but I hope you enjoyed it!

#not naruto #not knb #haikyuu!!#my stuffl #lucky duck game #lucky duck winner #bokuto loves you and so do i #bokuto kotaro x yn #bokuto x you

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

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Shitheads

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Featuring: Eijirou Kirishima

Story Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff / Hurt / Comfort

Warnings: Cursing, Fighting, Arguments, Implied (Assumed) Controlling Nature, Suggestive Themes / Self Undressing (Characters are 18+)

Words: 5,132

**Referenced Story: Love Of My Life

Referenced Characters: Seijirou Eguchi (OC) and Nene Date (OC)

a/n: This is a little snippit from my small fic Memories that I had the urge to elaborate on recently. I also want to try to practice with doing more argumentative and difficult situations instead of just... fluff lol.

Koge took in a deep breath as she stared at the door handle to her boyfriend's dorm room, gripping on tightly to the strap of her purse that hung on her shoulder. The nervous butterflies that ravaged her stomach were near making her sick, and for a moment, she thought about running off and pretending that she just hadn’t been able to come to visit him tonight. That would fall through, of course, considering the fact that his classmates had seen her come in and greeted her, so her presence would definitely reach his ears one way or another. She just needed to be brave, walk in there, and have a great time with him like she always did, even if she did have a very serious topic to discuss with him.

He’d take it well. Right? Bakugou wouldn’t blow up and be upset. He just wouldn’t. He’d be excited and supportive and…

No.

No, he was going to get pissed off, Koge already knew this. Bakugou was already so frustrated with the fact that she had graduated high school while he still had an entire year left before he finished, and if he had a chance to gripe about it, he did. But it had always been like this, even from childhood. Always, he had gotten incredibly frustrated any time Koge got to do something before him, just because of their age difference. Though it had gotten better over the years as he grew more mature, and they grew closer as a couple, Koge knew that it still upset him quite often.

Even though she had just graduated only a couple of months ago, he had griped that he missed her being here, that he hated he couldn’t be with her as often as he had been before, and how he felt worried about her leaving from her new job so late at night. All in all, her having graduated had been amazing, but her relationship with Bakugou had taken quite a harsh blow. Still, she couldn’t just keep him in the dark about her plans, and she could only hope that he would accept them and not throw a hissy fit like she expected.

After another quick, deep breath, Koge knocked lightly on the wooden door in her typical rhythm, waiting patiently for a response. Instead of the typical grunt that welcomed her to come in on her own, the door opened before her, revealing her casually dressed and visibly exhausted boyfriend. “Hey, Utsuro.”

“Hey, Katsuki,” Koge smiled up at him softly, walking inside as he moved to let her in. “You look worn out.”

After shutting the door behind him, Bakugou held her arms gently at the elbows as he leaned in to kiss her softly, to which Koge responded with her hands resting on his strong biceps and kiss in return. In his third year at UA, Bakugou’s body had changed and matured in a way that made Koge feel incredibly small beside him, but it wasn’t something that she hated. She didn’t mind having to push up on her tiptoes to reach his lips or hug him around the neck. In fact, his strong stature made her feel so safe, comfortable, and warm, and it was a struggle to not get to see him every day.

“Today was fucking brutal. Honestly, all week was. I look forward to a lazy weekend with you.” He kissed her forehead before pulling her into a hug, resting his chin on the top of her head. “I’m glad you got off.”

Nuzzling her face into his chest, Koge hugged his torso tightly, soaking in his presence for a moment. I wonder if I should just wait to tell him… Or if I should just rip off the Band-Aid and get it over with. I hate that I get so anxious just to tell him something. That… really isn’t a good thing… “Me too, love…”

“Is something wrong?”

Koge bit down on the inside of her cheek, silently cursing at herself for letting her voice waiver like it had. Bakugou was just too intuitive for her to get away with hiding anything, and though it was often the best thing for them relationship wise, there were times that she just wasn’t ready to talk to him about things. That included right that second, as she had wanted to just relax with him for a while before suddenly dropping this huge news on him like a boulder.

“Nothing is wrong, I just…” Releasing him, Koge let her hands slide down his arms until she was holding his hands. “I just have something I wanted to talk to you about. And I really hope that you won’t get upset…”

Furrowed brow and frown creasing his rarely calm features, Bakugou gave her hands a small squeeze, the skin of his palms growing warm with his silent concern. Rocking back and forth on her feet a bit, Koge took in and released a deep breath, avoiding his piercing gaze as she tried to gather her courage.

“Utsuro… You don’t have to be scared to tell me stuff.”

Feeling a bit of guilt tug at her heart, Koge glanced up at Bakugou as a frown crossed her lips. “Katsuki… I just… It’s something that always upsets you, that’s why I’m worried.”

“It’s that serious?”

“Yeah… It really is. But it’s not bad! It’s actually really exciting!” Koge stepped in a bit closer to him, taking a moment to let her purse fall off her shoulder and toss it out of the way against the wall. “At least, I’m really excited. Super hyped.”

“Get on with it, then.”

“Okay… I’m getting my own place.”

The silence that fell upon them was deafening, Bakugou’s comfortable posture instantly stiffening. Immediately, Koge felt nothing but an extreme sense of fear for his reaction, holding her breath as she tightened her grip on his hands. As he seemed to try to understand what she had said in his exhausted mind, his brow furrowed deeper, his head even cocking to the side a bit in thought.

“Uh… what?”

Koge shifted nervously on her feet, swallowing the lump that had grown in her throat. Eyes on Bakugou’s chest, she tried to get past the frustrated quiver of his voice, hating that he was already reacting that way. She had hoped this would go smoothly, that he would support her completely. Obviously, she was wrong.

“I said that I’m going to get my own place, Katsuki. I don't want to live with my dad anymore… I make enough money already. Is that… a bad thing?” Koge chanced a glance up at him, feeling the knot in her stomach grow tighter at the shock on his face. Heart dropping as he released her hands, she watched as Bakugou took a few steps back from her, shoving his hands into his sweatpants pockets.

“Utsuro, you can’t be fucking serious.”

Sighing, Koge wrung her hands together, finally keeping her stern gaze locked with his. “I am serious. I don’t understand what the problem is…”

Bakugou gave an angry scoff, turning his back to her as he began to pace about the room. “The whole idea is a problem! You just got on your feet after graduating, why would you want to go and be on your own like that?!”

His words weren’t making any sense to her. Koge knew that he was trying to convey his feelings, but whatever he wanted to say, it just wasn’t coming out right. “Because I want to. I want to be independent. You know I don’t get along with my dad… I was only living with him until I got a job, which I have. Mr. Eguchi is paying me really well and is working on helping me get my own studio to teach at. I thought that you would be proud and excited for me…” Koge had to stop as she felt a burning rise up at the back of her throat, trying to blink the tears away and stay strong.

I knew this was going to happen.

Bakugou reached up and ruffled his hair roughly, leaning against his computer desk. “You’re just doing it again.” The change in his voice was staggering, becoming suddenly low and quiet as he hung his head. Frown crossing her lips, Koge fiddled a bit with the hem of her shirt, looking over his defeated posture.

“I’m doing what…?”

“Leaving me behind! For fucks sake!” His glare finally turned towards her, sending a cold chill through her body at how visibly distraught he was. “You’re my girlfriend, damn it! I should be there to help keep us stable, to support you! How can I be okay with you doing it alone?!”

“I…” Koge struggled to find a response, reached up to wipe her cheeks as the tears finally found their escape. “Katsuki, please don’t think that way. I’m not leaving you behind. I love you, and you know that!” She took a step, making her way over to him. “I’m sorry that I’m a year older than you, but there’s nothing I can do about that! I’ve happily put so much of my life on hold waiting for you, and I will continue to do so until you’re graduated. But this… I have to do it.” She placed a hand on his arm gently, but it was instantly shrugged away.

“You don’t have to do shit, Utsuro. I don’t like it. I don’t want you to be struggling, alone, and fucking hours away from campus! What if you pick a bad area? That prissy Eguchi shithead already has you working from his main firm that is in one of the shittiest areas it could be in! I don’t want you living close to there! You get off late at night as it is.” Bakugou moved away from her, once again pacing around the room.

Here it was, the entire problem that Koge had worried about from the beginning. He was so protective of her that it boarded on being controlling in a way that she just couldn’t agree with. She wanted to be independent, to take this next step in her life with his support and wait for him to join her. But this attitude, this disgust in something that she wanted so badly was ripping at her heart and her confidence. Was it really that bad of an idea?

“Katsuki, don’t talk about him that way. He’s done so much for me, and he supports my decision. He would rather me live in a safer area. Besides, I can take care of myself!” Koge crossed her arms over her chest, fighting against the tears again as she grew angry.

Bakugou gave a click of his tongue in annoyance, shooting a quick glare at her before keeping his back towards her. “Oh, so you told him first? Fucking fantastic, I’m glad that airhead gave you his worthless opinion. Probably influenced you into this bad decision in the first place.”

“He didn’t! He has nothing to do with this except he pays me for doing my job.” Koge flopped down to sit in his office chair, keeping her arms crossed. This just wasn’t fair. None of this was acceptable, from the way he belittled her relationship with her mentor, to his disgusted and resentful tone. “You’re being so ridiculous! Why can’t you just… Be a good boyfriend for once?!”

The instant the words left her mouth, she felt regret wash over her like a violent wave, the shocked look on his face dragging her heart into despair. What had she just said? It wasn’t true. This man, her lover and best friend, treated her with nothing but kindness and love that not a single other person in the universe would ever receive. Hot headed? Sure, but never awful. Never truly hurtful. Never.

N-no--!

“Katsuki, I… I didn’t-”

“I think you should leave, Koge...” Bakugou spoke in a low growl, soft but so sharp Koge felt as if his words could cut her in half. Never in his life had he ever spoken to her like that, so vicious and purely mean.

And she deserved it.

“But-”

“Shut up. I want you to leave. Now.”

Now trembling from head to toe, Koge found herself frozen in the chair, hand over her mouth to try and control her sudden violent nausea. The tears were hot as they rushed down her cheeks, pouring from her eyes uncontrollably. Feeling lost, dejected, and full of regret, Koge somehow found her way to her feet. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to talk this out, to apologize and find the common ground they had always been on before. But it was gone, shattered by an earthquake with an uncrossable crevasse between them.

So, on legs that felt like lead, Koge slowly shifted her way backwards to the door, watching him at every second in anticipation that he would change his mind. By the time her hand was on the handle, he hadn’t moved another inch, nor did he bother to look at her. It was so incredibly painful, this rejection and dismissal, and just so completely foreign. They never fought. What was she supposed to do?

“K...Katsuki…?”

Please look at me. Please.

At the sound of her timid voice, Bakugou’s shoulders hunched up and his head bowed, but there was nothing else. His silence was more profound than any rage or screaming fit he could ever have, and with that silence, Koge knew what she had to do.

She left.

The nausea almost got the better of her as the door shut, forcing her to cover her mouth again to keep from puking in the hallway. In a daze, she ripped herself from the door slowly, unable to take her eyes off it, until a voice startled her so badly that she jumped. Teary gaze immediately landed on the person who startled her, the blurry image of a very confused Kirishima looking at her. Eyes wide with curiosity and a piece of pizza still half in his mouth, the redhead was quick to gain his composure, biting off the chunk of food and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“Koge? Hey, are you okay?”

Hiccuping as she tried to control her sobs, Koge nodded, taking a few steps backward. “Y-yeah… Fine. I’m… fine. Excuse me.” Turning, Koge somehow found the strength to move, jogging down the hallway and around the corner. In some type of haze, she rushed down the stairs and through the full common room until she was outside. If people had tried to say something to her, she didn’t notice, nor did she care. She didn’t deserve to be consoled or have her spirits lifted, not after what she had said to the man she cared about so deeply.

When she finally stopped running, she was a few buildings down from class 3-A’s dorm, chest aching so badly that she just couldn’t go anymore. No, instead, she just stood there in the middle of the walkway, struggling to breathe.

“What the hell did I do? My Katsuki…-”

“Koge!”

Again, the voice of her friend startled her, turning to face Kirishima as he jogged towards her, waving her down. “Koge, hey, what’s going on?”

“Eijirou… You didn’t talk to him?” Crossing her arms over her chest, Koge shifted her weight uncomfortably on her feet, having difficulty looking Kirishima in the face.

“Him? Bakugou? No, he wouldn’t answer, and his door was locked. What happened, did you guys have a fight?” With a tender and comforting touch, Kirishima placed his hands on Koge’s shoulders, which only made more tears well up in her already sore eyes. “Do you want to talk about it? Want me to call Nene? Want to sit down?”

As the questions began to overwhelm her, Koge couldn’t stop the barrage of tears and sobs that broke through, crying freely. “I want my Katsuki! Eijirou, I did something awful!” Stepping forward, Koge rested her forehead against his chest. “I called him a bad boyfriend! I love him so much, why would I do that?!”

A bit hesitant, Kirishima gave a small cough to clear his throat, before gently putting his arms around her. “Shh, Koge, it’s okay. I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean it.”

“I-I just wanted t-to tell him I got an a-a-apartment, or I-- I mean, I want to g-get one, b-but he got so - hic- u-upset and said he d-didn’t want me to - hic- and I g-got mad because I wanted him to b-b-be happy for me, s-so I called him a bad boyfriend!” Koge was barely comprehensible as she spilled the entire situation in less than a few seconds, a mix of her crying and face being shoved into his t-shirt making her a blubbering mess. “Why would I s-say that, I don’t m-mean it! I don’t!”

“Koge, people say bad things sometimes when they’re upset, it happens. Bakugou’s done that a ton of times, with literally everyone he’s ever even looked at. You’ve had fights like this before haven’t you? How’d you talk it out then?”

“No, we haven’t!”

“Oooh. Damn… Uhm. Y’know, how about we sit down for a little bit so you can breathe.”

After allowing Kirishima to lead her over to a bench along the walking path, the two sat together for a while in silence while Koge cried it out. Eventually, there weren't any more tears to shed, and once she gained better control of her breathing, she attempted to talk about it again.

“I’m sorry, Eijirou. I shouldn’t drag you into this…”

“Are you kidding? You’re not dragging me into anything, Koge, you’re one of my best friends, I’m not just gonna leave you hanging.” Kirishima gave her a comforting sharp toothed grin, one which could give anyone cavities just from how ridiculously sweet he was. With a heavy sigh, Koge ran her fingers through a lock of her hair, kicking her legs anxiously since they didn’t reach the ground.

“I just… I felt like he was trying to control me. I get that he’s protective, and I love that about him, but it was just like… He wanted to be in control of the entire situation. And I… He’s never tried to control me like that.”

“I don’t necessarily think that he was trying to control you. I mean, yeah, he’s the kind of guy that likes order and to be in charge, but he’s never really done that with you. I think he’s just scared, maybe? That you’re going to be so far out of his reach in a way that you’ve never been before. Not including when you were living with your mom forever ago.”

“He can’t protect me from everything…”

With a sigh, Kirishima leaned back, hands in his shorts pockets. “I think… Bakugou has a really different view on the world than most. He’s seen the dirty side of things and been forced into situations where he’s been really alone. I just don’t think he wants that to happen to you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“He thought that, too… During summer camp our first year. What looks to you like over controlling is probably just… him being overly cautious and worried. ‘Cause he loves you. And you know he thinks about everything that could happen in a split second. That’s what makes him an awesome hero, but it also sets him back during things like this. I’m not saying that him blowing up on you is justified, I’m just trying to figure out why.”

Pulling her feet up onto the bench, Koge wrapped her arms around her legs, hiding her face in them. “We both handled that really wrong… But I had no right to call him what I did… And he won’t take ‘sorry’ and just work with me to fix it.”

Kirishima was silent for a moment, bouncing his leg up and down as he tried to think. “Hmmm… What would Bakugou respond to… Food?”

“I can’t cook… and it’s too late to go get anything.”

“A gift?”

“I have nothing on me. And I… left my purse in his room.”

“A fight? Like, a physical one?”

“We can’t punch an apology out of each other.”

Grumbling as he sunk down further into the bench, Kirishima straightened his legs out in front of him, heels dug into the sidewalk with toes pointed up at the sky. “You two are so complicated! You only understand each other, no one else gets the way you click.”

Sitting up, Koge rubbed her sore eyes. “Maybe I should just go home… We’re both too upset to make a real decision right now anyway.”

“But you can’t go home, ‘cause you don’t have your purse…”

“No purse means no money and no way to get on the train.” With a frustrated groan, Koge lied her forehead on her legs again, struggling against the urge to start crying. “I hate this.”

“Well, you can crash in my room if you want. I just changed my sheets and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Thank you… Honestly, I’m super exhausted, and maybe a nap will help me think better.”

The instantly Koge flopped to lay in the unfamiliar bed, she crashed, her entire body and mind worn down to the bone. It was a heavy sleep, one so deep that, when she opened her eyes, she couldn’t tell if she was actually awake or not. The darkness in the room told her that it was nighttime now, along with the deep and loud snoring coming from somewhere nearby on the floor. Eyes aching, Koge glanced around until her eyes landed on a digital clock, which told her that it was just after midnight.

Damn, I really crashed… That nap was a good five hours…

Sighing and feeling like she couldn’t sleep anymore, Koge pushed herself to sit up, rubbing her face. Although the room was warm, she felt incredibly cold and lonely, aching for the feeling of her lover’s arms around her. He was so close, just right on the other side of the wall. Was he asleep? Restless? Angry? Sad? Probably a confusing and jumbled mix of a million emotions, just like Koge was.

I can’t just do nothing… I need to go back to him and try to get him to talk to me… Somehow.

Once her eyes were decently adjusted to the dark, she stood, carefully and quietly stepping around the sprawled out Kirishima, who was mostly on the floor instead of his little pad he had made up out of blankets. Just as quietly, she was able to shut the door, doing everything she could to not draw attention to herself.

Standing outside of Bakugou’s door now, she stared at it in hesitation, terrified to make that next move to try and open it. She knew that, at this point, there were two things that could happen.

If the door was locked, then that meant he still didn’t want her presence, and she would have to return to bed with no resolution.

But, if it was open, then she knew that it would be a silent plea for her to come back to him to work things out.

How long she stood there gathering her courage, she wasn’t sure. When she did finally make the move to grip the door handle, it took another few minutes to finally push down on it. To her shock, there was no resistance, and the door opened with an incredibly soft click.

Nausea returning, Koge silently slipped inside, closing the door just as softly as it had opened. With blackout curtains installed over the window, Bakugou’s room was pitch black, just as he had always preferred it. At first, she was unable to see anything at all, until the dull green glow of his digital alarm clock gave her something visual to grip onto.

Against the light, she could see the figure of Bakugou in his bed, his back turned towards the room. It was impossible for her to tell if he was awake or not, since he didn’t snore quite as loudly as his redheaded friend next door, nor did his breathing seem heavy enough to move his shoulders. So, timidly, Koge made her way over to the bed, taking a moment to remove her jeans to leave her in just a t-shirt and underwear, as she normally slept.

Could this go horribly wrong? Absolutely. He could get angry and shove her out of bed or start yelling and wake up the whole building. Or, he could just completely ignore her, which would be even worse. His silence was much more painful than getting something out of him. Even at least a grunt or huff would be enough to tell her that he at least recognized her presence. But silence? That meant everything would not be so easily healed, if it could be healed at all.

After swallowing the lump that had grown in her throat, Koge carefully lifted his covers, slipping into bed behind him. His warmth instantly swallowing her, she couldn’t resist cuddling up into his back, nuzzling her nose into his t-shirt between his shoulder blades. There was no movement from him, not even a change in his breathing, and as Koge settled, she wondered if he really was deep in sleep.

Blinking the new hoard of tears away, Koge let her arm slide around his torso, and to her surprise, Bakugou actually caressed her arm in return.

“Katsuki?”

There was no verbal answer, only a movement of his head as he turned his face more into his pillow. Biting down on her bottom lip to try and stop its trembling, Koge took in a deep breath, closing her eyes to try and keep focused.

“I… I’m a shithead.”

“You are. A fucking shithead.”

“The worst.”

“I know you didn’t mean it, Utsuro. I’m not stupid. I’m not a stranger to emotional angry outbursts… But that doesn’t stop me from wondering where that came from… What made you think that way…”

“It’s not true. You’re a wonderful boyfriend… I just… I wanted your support so badly with this decision and your reaction to it was… so negative.”

Bakugou gave a heavy sigh, softly rubbing the skin of Koge’s arm with his thumb. “Utsuro… It’s hard for me to accept. You’ve always been so close to me, never out of my reach, and I just… I want to protect you. Take care of you. And I fucking can’t.”

“Katsuki--”

“-- But I’m not trying to control you. I’m not trying to decide for you, but I’m sure it came off that way. I fucking love you, Koge. You know that. I don’t want to lose what we have.”

“We wouldn’t. Katsuki,” With careful movements, Koge crawled over him, squeezing herself between him and the wall so they were facing each other. Bakugou didn’t open his arms to hold her just yet, though he did finally catch her gaze with his own. “I know it’s scary. I’m scared to do it. But… it’s something that I need to do for myself. And I know you can’t come with me yet, but… you will. Soon you’ll be out of here, getting a job, and taking your next step in life. No matter what, I will be there.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“Everything is dangerous, love. Remember that one time we went jogging and that guy had pulled me into an ally…** Even when you’re there, Katsuki, things can happen. But we can’t live our lives worrying about that. It’s okay to be worried for each other. I’m worried for you every day still trapped in this third-year hell.” With a tender touch, Koge placed her hand on his arm. “But we can’t stop each other from living… Besides… I never said that I wouldn’t be having you help me every step of the way. I’m an indecisive airhead, after all, I need my extra opinionated, honest, observant, and cute boyfriend to help me.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, giving an annoyed scoff as Koge batted her eyelashes at him innocently. “Yeah right. You’ll fall in love with the first place you see.”

“Not true. I’m picky. And I want to pick somewhere we both like… You never know what might happen after you graduate. As long as you don’t hate me, now.”

“I don’t hate you, stupid. I still don’t like it, either, but… You’re right. If it’s something you really want to do, I should support you. But you’d better bet your fucking ass that I will be pushing for good areas and won’t let anyone take advantage of you.” Finally, Bakugou opened his arms, pulling her in against his chest tightly, as if his embrace was a punishment. Feeling her emotions swell, Koge hugged him in return, burying her face into his chest.

“Thank you so much, Katsuki. I’m… I’m really sorry for what I said. You’ve never been a bad boyfriend… You’re perfect.”

“Both of us are far from perfect, Utsuro. But it’s alright. We’re shitheads together.”

“You’re not a shithead. Just… cautious and protective. Worried, too. Eijirou helped talk me through it… Like you said, it seemed controlling in the moment, but it wasn’t like that at all, I just… had a bad reaction.”

Bakugou gave a small scoff, prompting Koge to lift her head to look up at him. “Kirishima? What, you talked to him?”

“He… caught me when I first left your room. I think he tried to talk to you, too, but you didn’t answer.”

“No, I didn’t… I’m glad he went after you, though. I’ll need to thank him...”

Feeling her cheeks flush, Koge couldn’t resist the small smile on her lips. “Why?”

“Because if he didn’t, we would have ended up moping over this for days, probably. Knowing us… Stupid and stubborn.” Bakugou pressed his lips against hers softly, pulling her body in tight against him. “Mm… I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have blown up like that at you.”

Koge’s stomach tingled with butterflies as he continued to place soft kisses on her lips, lightly tracing circles along his back with her nails. “It’s okay. We’ll make it through this. Even if we have to video chat every night.”

“We’re already doing that.”

“We’ll have to keep doing it, then. I promise, Katsuki… I’ll never let us drift apart.”

“Neither will I, Utsuro. Let’s just forget it for now… I want to spend the weekend with my girl, as lazy and fucking boring as possible.”

“Sleep, make love, watch movies, cuddle, and eat bad food. What could be better?”

“Add a massage to the mix and it sounds like fucking heaven.”

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headoverhiddles · 5 years

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Universally Loathsome - Marilyn Manson x Reader

Synopsis: After his show at the Hard Rock in Orlando, you and your man put your complimentary Universal Studios park passes to good use.

Notes: I wrote this because Universal Florida is my happy place, and I need a pick me up right now lol. Also, this takes place right after this concert, so Heaven Upside Down era.

His lazy drawl fills the Hard Rock Cafe arena, as the strobes go crazy.

"I love you beautiful motherfuckers so much," he points to the crowd, to a response of deafening cheers, "Florida's where it all started for me, and... I almost got arrested for indecent exposure in Jacksonville, which is... pretty close to here." More cheering. "So if any willing gentlemen in the crowd would like to come up here... and let me put my dick in their mouth..." The cheers grow. "...History can repeat itself." He grins, stumbling around and leaning on the mic stand. "I wonder what would happen if I... oops," he pops the top button of his vest open. "Oh no, I can't believe I just showed you all my tits, ahh, I'm such a slut..."

The crowd is going absolutely insane, and he winks over to you suggestively. You watch your boyfriend, trying to hold in your giggles. He's in what he likes to call rascal mode tonight, you can tell. And good thing-- you two roped complimentary passes inside the theme park for the rest of the night to celebrate, so he can let out all this energy after the show. The regular park closes in a half an hour, horror nights too, with it being Halloween, but the extra hour is just for you two, paid for well no doubt.

After Mar's done and the strobes distract the audience enough for him to bound off stage, he runs into your open arms. After you hug your sweaty man, he picks you up, spinning you around and smiling like a big kid.

"Let's go play."

"Shower first," you give him a stern look. He nods, resigning himself to the fact that he's really gross and covered in sticky glitter makeup.

You hang out backstage as he gets cleaned up, saying goodnight to some of the roadies. You check social media and search for this concert, as you do sometimes just for fun, and see people already sharing photos they'd taken of Marilyn screaming or wading into the crowd.

You snort to yourself, and save one that looks right up his nostril. Beautiful angle, and perfect for blackmail when he's being a dick.

"Let's do this."

You turn, and see him dressed in a hoodie that reminds you of the full body zip from his High End Of Low days.

"I know what you're thinking, and no, this is not the depression hoodie," he sticks a finger in your face and wags it. "I burned that a long time ago." You pretend to bite his finger, and take his arm.

Your bodyguards, who warily agreed to leave the two of you alone once you get into the park, lead you down, out the back door of the hotel venue, and through a citywalk shortcut to the front gates of Universal Studios Orlando.

"I haven't been here since I was a teenager," you grin, listening to the entrance music and sighing from the nostalgia. "This has always been my happy place."

"I've literally never been here," he tells you, "We go to the one back home in LA, but I've never been to this one myself. I used to live here but I only ever wreaked havoc on Disney with Twiggy."

"Oh, Universal was spared?"

"Until now, yeah. So you'll have to be my tour guide here." He takes his sunglasses from his face, hands them off, and turns to his guards. "Okay, that's fine, we're fine."

"Sir, we really think--"

"We talked to the park operators, and there's like... nobody here right now, we're both fine," Marilyn insists, "Bye." So, you two are left alone as you walk toward the gates.

Your passes are scanned by an older woman who doesn't seem to recognize Marilyn, since his name on the pass is Brian. For the best. To your left, towers one of your favourite rides.

"The Rip Ride Rockit," Marilyn reads the sign, "Ooh. Ooh, I wanna do this. Fuckin cool looking."

"Bri, you get sick on roller coasters."

"I'm too drunk to be sick, the drunk sick makes me not motion sick."

"Well, glad to hear your body has a system," you sigh, and he takes your hand as you two run toward the lit up ride.

"You get to pick your song as you ride," he muses, "Motherfuckers should have my songs on here."

Because he likes to stir shit up and see what he can get away with, Marilyn uses a VIP lanyard with his face on it to get into the express lane.

"Uh..." the young employee hesitates, frowning, "Sir, this is a meet and greet for that concert, not for--" Marilyn puts his hood down, and the guy's eyes widen. He waves you both through, starstruck.

"Whoever said you shouldn't use your fame to get stuff... probably wasn't even famous," Marilyn says, pulling you up the steps.

"What's the hurry?" you laugh, trying to keep up, "You're just gonna throw up all over me anyway."

"It's a music ride, that's very exciting to me," he says. You can't deny you've missed this ride too, so you keep up.

You're the only two on the roller coaster train as you both pull the bar over from the side to strap yourselves in. The employee working comes over to check, and gives a thumbs up to the operator.

"Give me a handjob," he giggles.

"No! I'm gonna rip your dick off if we do that on this!"

"Nah, that'd happen like... on the Mummy." Apparently he remembers what the Mummy is like in the LA Universal park, and he's not wrong. "Uh. Uh," he starts to snap his fingers as the ride goes up, "Yeah. Hell yeah."

"What song?" you laugh.

"Stronger, by my boy Kanye."

"He's a dickhead, you know."

"So am I, doesn't make my music any less amazing."

You smirk. You'd picked Stronger as well, anyway.

After the ride, Marilyn hangs onto you, a little bit woozy. "That was a mistake."

"I told you."

"I don't listen, I'm a child, you know this. I don’t like the rides, but the rides like me."

You two walk through the park, past the San Francisco area of the water in the middle.

"This is nice. Just walking."

"Yeah," he says. "It's nice not to vomit." You rest your head on his shoulder, giggling.

You two do a few more rides-- he has way too much fun in Men in Black shooting at everything, and Simpsons becomes a favourite, even if the only part he could keep his eyes open for was the funny queue playing the episodes. He even takes some dark, creepy pictures with the employees in Diagon Alley, posing in his new Slytherin scarf he bought.

"Can this be used for sexy purposes?" he asks one of them, holding up a wand. The girls giggle, and you roll your eyes.

"Um. Wouldn't recommend it," one responds.

"On the other hand..." the second one shrugs, "It's magic. You could just make it into something that could be used for sexy times."

"I like the way this one thinks," Marilyn smirks. "(y/n), I'm gonna use this in you."

"Like hell you are.”

“Please?”

“You can use it to spank me.” You lean in to whisper. “It’s too thin to put it in.”

Marilyn buys the wand just to make up for the trouble he's causing the poor employees.

You head out of Harry Potter world, and circle back around to do ET.

"I wanna do the Mummy again. And what about those big ones across the citywalk thing? Spiderman, he's cool. I wanna do his ride."

"That's the other park. If you wanna deal with your manager having a meltdown by requesting another day here tomorrow, that's your call." He immediately takes out his phone, and you huff, feeling sorry for the guy, always having to rearrange flights last minute.

"Yeah, hey. It's me," Marilyn drawls into the phone, "I need another day here tomorrow. No, I'm just... I'm gonna be really hungover. Lots of vodka and drugs and stuff. Yeah. Amphetamines, got my face in a big... yeah, really bad, I won't be able to fly tomorrow." His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store as he sees the Halloween Horror Nights 2018 tribute store. "Gotta go, I'm snorting coke off (y/n)'s tits. Cancel my flight!"

You both run in, and get shirts from inside-- yours is a Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers one, and his is a Killer Klowns from Outer Space one, with a little clown in boxing gloves on it that says 'Shorty's Boxing Gym: Knocking Blocks Off Since '88." He poses for a picture of the new shirt in front of an old horror movie poster, hands in his jacket pockets and doing his signature sneer. He posts it on his Instagram, captioning it:

Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal. Pic📷: @(y/handle) #justustwoclowns #wannatussle #truelove #wehatelovewelovehate #happyhalloween #universalorlando #shooterjennings.

You head inside the Egyptian crypt that leads to the Mummy, listening to Brendan Fraser's fake interview about the strange things going on on set.

"I met him once," Marilyn tells you, "He was scared of me, he thought I was flirting with him."

"I can see how he would. You're just overly affectionate," you pat his arm.

"And high as fuck, but I wasn't flirting with him. He's too much of a pretty boy for me."

"Yet you still wanna fuck Johnny," you tease him, and he grins, unable to refute that.

You finally get to the loading area after Marilyn stumbles over four posts in the dark queue. The lady there squeals. She's a different one than the one working earlier, and she's obviously a fan.

"Sorry for her," her coworker says, "She's a huge fan of your stuff."

"Nah, it's cool," Marilyn offers a smile.

"I was at the concert, which is why I'm working late," she explains hyperactively, "God, you were soooo amazing!" Marilyn thanks her. She waves at you as well. "By the way, I see your pictures together on insta at shows and premieres and stuff, you two make a really cute couple. Goth icons!" You smile at the girl, and thank her and her coworker for working late for you two. An obligatory selfie later, you and Marilyn get into the ride, and start heading through the darkness. You get to the part where Imohtep's face appears and fire blows beside you.

"You say god," he mutters. "I say Say10."

You get off the ride, and you nearly lose your shit when you see the ride photo. You fall to the floor, and Marilyn looks up at the screen in inquiry.

"Oh my god."

"We're buying it!"

"Absolutely fucking not. Look at my chin!"

"I love your chins, baby."

"I only mentioned one, but thanks."

You dash over to the counter, ordering the picture in the biggest size. It's gold. In it, you've got one hand up happily, the other looped with Marilyn's, and you look generally normal, other than your hair blowing a little from the force of the acceleration. His eyes are glinting yellow from light reflection, so he looks legitimately possessed; he's got his chin pressed down into his neck folds, and his mouth is halfway open, like he just remembered something he wanted to say. It's the most awful picture of him you've ever seen, so naturally, it's getting framed at the house next to his lovely prosthetic limb collection.

"Mm, makes me wanna fuck you," you lick your lips, "Give it to me, baby, I wanna look into those sexy yellow eyes while you destroy my pussy."

"You're fucked up."

You nearly collapse in laughter again.

Despite the terribly candid ride picture, Marilyn decides he likes the Mummy a bit more than the Simpsons, and after riding it four more times without fail, he's nauseous as all hell (as are you) and done in for the night.

You hold hands, heading to the gates. "Hey. Want to stop at Ben and Jerry's on the way out?" you ask.

"Nah," he drawls, hand moving down to your ass and giving it a spank, "You're the only thing I wanna lick tonight." Even motion sick and half-way to hungover, he's still in rascal mode.

A car comes to pick you up, and some press follow you to the car for a bit, taking photos and asking Marilyn for comments on the park and the show until Marilyn wraps his Slytherin scarf around his face. He gets into the car with you, and rolls the window up. The paparazzi obviously saw the Instagram post.

That makes you think...

Messing around on your phone as you're driven back to the hotel, you giggle. Marilyn keeps looking over, but he's currently too nauseous still to speak. You giggle again, and send off what you'd just done.

"Happy Halloween," you grin, punching his shoulder playfully.

He looks at his buzzing phone, and snorts. His bad Mummy picture and stylish posing Instagram picture are side by side, with your accompanying text: "Get you a man who can do both."

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avaalons · 7 years

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Chris Evans Fic: The Age of Love

Anonymous request! The streak of requests for exes getting back together has officially been broken! I do like those angsty emotional requests though.

This time, we’ve got the following:

Can I request a Chris imagine and he is dating someone younger than him (not icky teenager younger lol maybe early to mid 20s) and maybe he gets some heat for it and he’s sick of people pointing it out like he doesn’t know he’s older and he snaps and then he’s with her and its fluffy. Sorry I know that’s confusing.

P.S. It’s not confusing at all! :)

***

‘So, where you taking her on your next play date?’ Snigger.

‘You picking her up or is her mom dropping her off?’ Chuckle.

‘Hope you’re not out too late, it’s a school night.’ Jeer.

‘Do you help her with her homework or does she get it finished before you see her?’ Hysterical laughter.

Clearly, all the guys thought they were fucking hilarious but each additional age-related comment just made Chris’ eye twitch a little bit more violently. He was trying to keep the frustration down, he really was, but it was like each comment turned a key that was winding him tighter and tighter and tighter…

‘Look, will you all just fuck off?! Assholes! As if I’m not aware I’m older than her?! But she’s a grown ass woman with her own apartment, own job, own car, the works. You might find a barely-twelve year age gap something to laugh at but clearly you’re all just fucking jealous. So why don’t you all crawl back in your holes and when you’re ready to accept that I’m actually happy, maybe you’ll shut your damn mouths!’

And with that little speech, Chris stormed out of his buddy’s house and to his car. He knew he was being a little over dramatic but he’d had just about enough of the wisecracks.

Yeah, maybe it had been funny at first, and a bit of novelty, but it was a few months down the line now and it was starting to grate on Chris’ last nerve.

As he drove, he tried, rationally, to get to the root of the problem. Did he actually care that he was twelve years older than you? No, he didn’t really, it didn’t matter to him. It’s not like you were mismatched. It never felt like an issue when you were together.

Actually, things had been going really well. You had lots of things in common, always made each other laugh, always had things to talk about, had great sex… Chris also found it easy to make the effort to stay in touch when he was away, which sounded like it should be a given but was actually quite a big deal for him when distance could so easily wreck a relationship.

He found himself smiling as he drove, picturing your sleepy face over Skype, desperately tired but forcing yourself awake long enough to talk to him in a different time zone.

He liked the way you’d do little things for him, like leave his favourite candy bar in the pocket of his hoodie when it was hung on the coat rack so that he’d find it later, or arrive at his house with a bag of treats for Dodger ('gotta win him over somehow,’ you would explain), or the way you asked what his mom’s favourite cake was the first time you were invited for dinner so you could make it and take it with you.

Lots of little things that just reminded him you cared and that you were thinking of him.

Lots of little things that added up to one big thing.

And suddenly Chris knew why the jokes were bugging him so much.

***

You jumped a little when there was a knock at your apartment door and then frowned to yourself. You weren’t expecting anyone, that was for sure, you thought as you stood up and looked down at yourself wryly. Sweats, big, thick woollen socks, a huge Ghostbusters tshirt, no bra, thick rimmed glasses on because you couldn’t be fussed with your contacts, hair in a haphazard bun… you hoped the person on the other side of the door had a strong constitution.

You pulled open the door a little, chain still on, and immediately wished you hadn’t. Not for the first time, you cursed not having one of those little peep hole door thingies. At least then you could have pretended to be out. But as it was, you had no choice but to acknowledge your visitor.

'Chris! Hi! I wasn’t expecting - come in, come in,’ your voice was weirdly high pitched as you stumbled over your words and the closing of the door so you could undo the chain.

You cast a cursory glance over your apartment and winced a little as Chris stepped over the threshold. It was probably verging on the 'slum’ side of 'lived in’ and you wished and wished, shame enshrouding you, that you’d not been a lazy asshole today.

'Excuse the mess, I’m so sorry. Didn’t think I’d have visitors today!’

You adjusted your glasses a little, nervously, and crossed your arms under your boobs, remembering you had no bra on.

'Oh god, I can go. I didn’t mean to barge in…’ Chris motioned to the door, the apologetic tone betraying the relative newness of your relationship. What had it been now? Five months? Six? Time, of course, being a relative concept with Chris and his travelling schedule.

'No, it’s fine, honestly. I’m just…’ you cast a hand over yourself, 'Not exactly in my finest.’

He grinned at you then, eyes raking over your form, 'Well, I happen to think you look very cute.’

You rolled your eyes but smiled nevertheless, 'Great, just how I always want to be thought of by you. Not enchanting seductress, or sex goddess, but cute.’

'I don’t know babe, those glasses are doing things to me, and,’ he peered around the back of you with mischievousness in his eyes, 'that ass is looking spectacular. Surprised you haven’t got 'juicy’ written across it.’

He was close enough for you to shove playfully at his chest, 'Don’t tease.’

'Oh, I’m not,’ he promised, engulfing you with his arms before leaning down to capture your mouth in a slow kiss. The mood quickly turned from playful to heady, as it often did with him.

He pulled back slightly, smiling like he knew the exact effect he had over you, and spoke softly against your mouth, 'Hi.’

'Hi,’ you beamed up at him, 'What’s a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?’

He looked up to the ceiling, tilting his head side to side, pretending to consider it, 'Oh, I know this girl…’

'Oh yeah? She anything special?’ you humoured him, playing the game but he just looked steadily at you, an expression you hadn’t seen before across his face, in his eyes, that made the breath catch in your throat and your heart race just that little bit faster. And suddenly, your face was hot and you didn’t really know what to do with yourself so you diverted your gaze and untangled yourself from his arms, asking if he wanted a drink as you made your way to the kitchen.

'What do you got?’ was his response.

'Actually, I stocked up on some Heinekens, just for you.’

'Liar, you like it too. You watching a movie?’

He must have seen the paused tv screen and the bowl of popcorn.

'Yeah, just some trashy chick flick. Wasn’t in the mood for anything too heavy on the brain.’

'Mind if I join you?’

'Not at all,’ you answered as you walked through with two bottles of beer, tops prised off.

He was sitting on the couch, settling with one arm running along the back of where you had been sitting, one knee bent and ankle propped against thigh. You sank down next to him, his warmth immediately seeping through your tshirt and spreading over your skin. You grabbed the bowl of popcorn and the remote just as Chris spoke, suddenly.

'Can I ask you something?’

'Of course, what’s up?’ you replied, attention piqued.

'Does it bother you that I’m thirty six? That there’s twelve years between us?’

'What? No, of course not,’ your brow furrowed, wondering where this was coming from. 'It doesn’t even cross my mind. Maybe my head is twelve years older than my physical age or maybe-’

'I’m a giant man child?’ he grinned down at you.

A peal of laughter burst from you, 'Not exactly how I was going to phrase it but, yeah, pretty much.’

The arm that ran along the back of the couch now tucked itself around your shoulders, tugging you in to his body.

'Okay, as long as it doesn’t matter to you,’ he said, satisfied with your answer and planting a kiss against your temple.

'Never,’ you scrubbed a gentle hand over his beard before pressing play on the remote, 'I happen to really like my giant man child.’

***

You’d lasted maybe twenty minutes before the popcorn bowl was abandoned on the coffee table and a heavy make out session had started. Chris thought twenty minutes was actually fairly respectable given his revelation in the car earlier, which he remembered he’d yet to divulge to you.

You were reclined back against the cushions resting on the arm of the couch, your legs thrown over his lap. He was leaning over you, one hand wandering your thigh, the other gently caressing your face as he kissed you, hints of beer and the faintest trace of cigarettes.

The movie long forgotten, Chris threw everything into kissing you, trying to work up the courage to tell you how he felt. His fingertips found their way under the hem of your shirt, tracing lazy patterns on the hot skin at the top of your waistband and when you let out the barest hint of a moan as your hips rolled ever so slightly against him, he knew he needed to get it out now. He couldn’t, couldn’t wait any longer.

Chris pulled back from your face ever so slightly to look you in the eye, one hand still caressing the skin across your hips and belly. He didn’t say anything for a little while, just took you in, and he could feel you getting restless and squirmy under his gaze. You didn’t feel all that comfortable with this kind of intense attention, but he knew it was because you hadn’t ever been used to it, hadn’t been used to being adored.

'I’m going to tell you something now,’ Chris eventually began, 'and I don’t want you to freak out.’

'Oh. Okay,’ you managed, barely a whisper.

'I’ve fallen in love with you,’ he stated, without ceremony or flourish, just a simple truth spoken as gently as the thumb caressing your cheekbone, 'I love you.’

You were silent, holding your breath, trying to stop time, stop this moment and keep it forever. But you knew he would start to think the worst if you didn’t speak soon. Suddenly his earlier questions all made sense.

'Is that why you wanted to know if I was bothered about our ages?’

A half smile appeared with a little shrug, 'You caught me. I just… I know what I want, now. But at twenty four, I didn’t have any idea. So I don’t want to pressure you, you don’t need to say it back or anything - my ego could probably survive it for a little while - but I do need you to know that I’m in love with you and that I’m all in.’

You searched his eyes and brought your hands up to clasp his face over his beard, following the hard line of his jaw under it as you revelled in this glorious, heart stopping moment.

Then you smiled, 'Luckily for you, I’m way more emotionally mature than you probably were at twenty four.’

Chris inclined his head in reluctant acceptance at that.

'And I do know what I want,’ you lowered your voice to a whisper, covering the space on his chest that housed his heart with a trembling palm, 'and it’s you.’

It was subtle but you could see his face light up, eyes widening ever so slightly, smile curling a little more, 'You love me too?’

You nodded firmly and parroted him, 'I love you too.’

You stretched your neck up to kiss him, more forcefully this time, punctuating the significance of your words with physical action.

And Chris kissed you back, just as hard, excitement and happiness fluttering in his belly, realising that love was love, whether his friends gave him a hard time about it or not.

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quiznakchronicle · 7 years

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A collection of discourse/vent asks

So over the last few weeks we’ve gotten a bunch of discourse/vent asks, mostly from people frustrated at the number of events in the fandom and/or how they’re being managed. We understand that people turn to us because we’re the ones in the thick of all these events, but please keep in mind that this isn’t a discourse blog. We’ll answer all the asks we have in one shot in this post (under a cut) because we don’t want people thinking we’re ignoring them or don’t care about what they’re saying, but after this we won’t be answering such asks publicly anymore. In the future we’d ask that if you have a grievance regarding events in this fandom please either talk to us in private about it (send an off-anon ask to this blog or DM Mod Pidge at @ace-pidge) or make a separate post about it on your blog. If you just want to anonymously vent/rant at someone may we suggest something like @vld-rage-confessions

Thanks for understanding <3

- Mods Pidge & Shiro

Anonymous said: 12 days ago regarding that anon complaining about event capacity, I think it might be helpful to also bring up a discussion about how certan events are run. Some events are run very smoothly by mods that are mature and act professional, while others are either run by well-intentioned newbies or people who don't have the skill to run the event they are. I have had to drop out of several bangs because the mods have refused to use email for sign-ups or check-ins, instead forcing all the work on participants1/2

2/2 They put all of the responsibility for both creating the piece, communicating with partners and performing check-ins on the participants and then people drop out due to poor communication and confusion. I have asked mods to please use email and send out confirmation / check-in emails and many have been rude and self-righteous about it, calling those that ask for better modding skills lazy or entitled. I am frustrated since I have always handed my work in on time, but have had to drop

3/2 from events due to absolute silence on the part of mods. It is not good practice to run your entire event out of tumblr / twitter and expect all participants to keep checking your blog / check in with you. It is teh responsibility of mods to send out emails and check in with participants, not the other way around. it is the responsibility of mods to make sure the communication is there, and the responsibility of participants to do the work and hand it in.

4/2(sorry) I don't wnat to make a c=major call-out post or shame particular people, but I feel like this is a trend that needs to stop. Certain events (big bangs, I've noticed) are being run like drag-and-drop set-and-forget events that mods don't need to put effort in to beyond putting up a tumblr. Running a big bang is a HUGE amount of effort and if you're not willing to put the effort in to run it properly, you run the risk of burning the entire community. We need to focus on a few well-run events. Sorry, finished. (no need to publish this ask)

I think this is a very good point and in fact I was partly thinking of this ask when I made my events etiquette post with my list of advice to organizers and participants. The importance of good and consistent communication during events simply cannot be understated, it’s what will make or break your event

Anonymous said: 12 days ago thank you so much for posting the thing about too many events. i'm thinking about not accepting zines if i get in because i don't think they'll sell and i don't want to work on something for nothing and i don't know how to get that across to these mods because they think selling a hundred is good but i get more kudos on my ao3 fics than that

Honestly the situation with zines has me particularly worried, because there is actual money involved. In previous fandoms I’ve only ever seen a few zines overall, never this many and all at once. It really does saturate the market. The last thing anyone wants is for people to put in all that work only for it to flop at the end because few people actually order it. It’s not any one person or zine’s fault, because all of them have neat concepts and themes. The problem is in having them all at once.

Anonymous said: 12 days ago I don't know how recently the problems with dropouts have started getting worse, but it could also have something to do with school starting back in a lot of places. If students didn't think about school starting or didn't expect to have more work this year than last year, they might be dropping stuff because of that. Oversaturation is definitely a problem we have, but things might even out a little bit in a few weeks once people adjust and it might get a little bit better? Hopefully?

That’s definitely a possibility. As I’ve said in the past it’s very important to consider your long-term life/work/school schedule when considering whether to run or sign up for an event. I have noticed in the past week or two less new events have popped up, so either I’m not finding them lol, or we’re heading into a lull which will hopefully allow things to even out

Anonymous said: 12 days ago on top of "too many events", there are a lot of /competiting/ events. 3 keith zines (for example) are all gonna compete with each other, period. people only have so much money to give, so someone buying 1 keith zine can't spend THAT SAME money on the other 2. (nor can they spend it on a lance zine, klance zine, etc). thinking these don't compete is the 1st mistake. creators are gonna spend time making things no one will buy and the mods are gonna lose money producing it.

Yeah, I touched briefly on the situation with zines a bit further up. I think the one saving grace for these zines is that while they may all be in production more or less at the same time they don’t go on sale at the same time. But I definitely hear you. We all want all the zines to do well, but like you say people aren’t made of money

Anonymous said: 12 days ago confession: im in an event run by the worst mod ever and its incredibly fucking frustrating. it feels like they dont give a shit about the event. i applied to their zine before i knew that but if i get accepted i WONT participate and in the rejection i will tell them why (its been over a month). they havent done ANY check ins as scheduled have basically disappeared and my artist hasnt replied either. im so mad i want to cry and drop out and never do an event again. this hurts us too you know

Aw Nonny I’m so sorry you’re stuck in this situation... The flipside of poor event management is fandom creators like you being turned off from participating in projects and that’s really upsetting. Fandom events should be a source of fun and creativity, not stress and anxiety. I’m so sorry, I hope in the meantime since you sent this your situation has improved ;A;

Anonymous said: 12 days ago Guys please don't encourage mods who are continuously late on their dates or end up canceling their event due to their poor planning. I get that you want to treat them well but not giving honest feedback ("please keep to the schedule in the future" or "I'm disappointed this was cancelled") tells them that there are no consequences to their bad management. But there are: one week only had 2 participants. Zines aren't making money. Too many events + bad mods = poor participation. I'm sick of it.

This is important. If the way something is being run isn’t working it’s important to say so, otherwise how will the mod grow and learn to do better in the future. I know it feels like “calling out” but it needs to be said. Seeing an event to completion is a partnership between the organizer(s) and the participants and both sides need to be proactive and be willing to listen to each other

Anonymous said: 10 days ago My 2 cents on the events discourse: they're optional so don't sign up. Personally I'm sick of having shitty mods and terrible experiences so i won't be doing anymore vld events. Sucks because i love fandom events but apparently no one who runs them gets the point of them so...

Yeah, I’m seeing more and more people saying they’re just not gonna participate in anything anymore and it sucks that it’s come to this. I totally understand though ://

Anonymous said: 8 days ago dear people who follow QC: we do not have unlimited money. zines for profit are going to continue to do worse because more people will hit their spending limits. we do not need multiple character zines, ship zines, or race zines (galran/altean/etc). if you think galra keith, nature keith and gen keith don't compete with both each other AND the lance zines then please take an econ class before launching. we have plenty more seasons, let's not run this fandom into the ground, shall we?

Anonymous said: 6 days ago I'm quitting fandom events. There are so many bad mods and it's made this experience really terrible for me. I'm telling you in hopes that you publish this ask so people who see it will think about if they're modding for 15 min of fame or if they're taking it seriously. Enough is enough

I think I’ve pretty much said everything further up, so I’ll just leave these last two ones here like this

#answered #anonymous #discourse /#mod post

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theanatomyletter · 5 years

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here is a perfectly sane response to the climate emergency

Right so like 3 days ago once everyone found out a couple weeks too late that the literal amazon rainforest is on fire I went into a sort of anxiety/depressive spiral and it was terrifying!!! I was scared and shocked out of doing anything and kept thinking of all the bad things that are happening and how we are all going 2 die and kept thinking of how to make more ppl understand that climate destruction is part of the same racist project as white imperialism and I’m !!! Stressed !! And I was scared and freaked out!!! I remember as a kid one of my favourite things ever was the book Journey To The River Sea by Eva Ibbotson and I s2g that book made me a person it taught me so many things about what it means to love a place and to be alive in the world and how to sustain a sense of self and community in meaningful connection with that it means to be alive and here and breathing and it’s a book about the rainforest and the river and so I’ve just been,, thinking of it a lot, little blue butterfly from the cover floating thru my brain and all that. It’s hard!!! I thought I was afraid of not saving/earning enough money to do a masters next year but I was actually afraid of the consequences of the climate emergency. Pay more attention to your emotions and honour them for what they are and figure out what is at stake for you, what does it make you feel that the world is in crisis. I think that’s important

Depressing chat aside after I panicked and felt radicalised (what does that even mean?) I found this twitter thread which was basically like these are all the terrible things that can happen and here is how we stop them and at first I felt SO SCARED because there’s NO WAY we can actually organise mass strikes at this scale!!!! We have never had to organise at this scale before, I panicked and got really scared and went on a rant about how we have to use existing structures to fix things because we don’t have the time or resources to organise at this scale but like. I now think we actually do, I found this resource for organising strikes globally from 20TH TO 27TH SEPTEMBER and like, we have the Internet and we have a month to plan and prepare and if you are able to strike you absolutely should !!!!!! There are people smarter than me speaking to the urgency of this, I’m just having some feelings and writing this on my phone notes, but like. Read about strikes in your area. If there aren’t any, find resources to help organise one. Text your friends your colleagues your family whatsapp group the people you went to school with, spread the word and organise how you will sustain your community in that time

As a side note after I went on panic rants all over my social media I think I realised that terrifying people into frenzied action won’t work because it’ll often just scare them into inaction (that’s what it did to me) and I felt better only once I found that resource for actual organisation, the mass general strike felt like an impossible project until I found out it’s already being planned. So like, don’t be helplessly scared, we have multiple years to fix things, and I think this is important: REMEMBER TO BE ALIVE AND HERE AND BREATHING, it’s important to actually feel the absolute miracle that is consciousness otherwise all of the saving the world will have been for nothing. Take photos of your friends and give hugs to your pets and get drunk and go dancing and remember that what matters is that feeling of being so achingly alive and aware of your existence in the world when you look at the sky and feel dizzy with how small you are and how yet the whole universe is inside of your brain, remember to breathe and feel glorious and loud and bright and reckless.

On that note, I was having a hard time giving a shit about much but I copped on a bit after I talked to my friend Naoise Dolan (buy her book it is out soon !!!) I felt like calmer and more like I was allowed to enjoy things and write things (that’s why I finally pulled it together enough to do this) and so I LISTENED TO THE NEW TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM ON REPEAT and I’ve decided I love it, here is my ranking of all its songs from worst to best, I have so many thoughts, the lyrics are golden, I’m so happy to be alive in the world at a time we can make things better and listen to music like this that’s tailor made (sorry) for us to forget about any guilt we may feel from bopping to boardroom produced songs about corporate feminism

18. Miss Americana and whoever the fuck

Idk what this obsession is with high school motifs (shout out Mike Dolan for pointing this out) like it’s just weird for a 29 yr old to use school as a metaphor for her love life. The “you win stupid prizes” bit sounds nice though. It’s like a low-key creepy obsessive song like why is she doing that funny voice? Is it meant to sound vaguely haunted? What’s going on

I’m also just tired of “America” (the white kind) as a cultural construct and it being used as an expression of identity in popular culture like we get it you built a nationalism out of “gas stations” and “hallways” and “whatever” but you’re still racist, Stop. Like it’s just an inherently violent construct and nobody white is reckoning with it responsibly so at least maybe stop romanticising it or just shut up. Heck yea I’m reading too much into this. I do what I want

17. You Need to Calm Down

This song is bad. It’s so bad. The lyrics are pointless, the ohoHHHH is annoying, her voice is irritating, it’s also just gross and patronising and tries to do twelve things at once (are we leading a parade to pat ourselves on the back for telling homophobes to “take several seats” or are we saying we “all have crowns” wtv that means?)

This song is actually just gross and it doesnt even SOUND GOOD

16. ME

It’s less problematic than you need to calm down and that’s the only reason it’s slightly less bad. It’s a garbage song idk why it exists i’m so mad at it

15. Paper rings

IM SORRY tHe mOoN is HIGH like your friends were the night that we first met I’m sorry WHAT miss swift we get it you have been near drugs, Jesus CHRIST this song is a juvenile childish self important mess. The lyrics r awful and her voice is sneaky and weird and she does weird noises and the chorus is dumb like the “uhuh that’s right” makes me want to give CHITTAR. Also she says darling WAY too much in this album like we get it you’re dating a Brit. It’s not The Worst song because if you pay zero attention to the lyrics or her voice it’s kind of fine sounding? It’s so bad tho lol, I remember when she wrote Mine and the video came out I was like wow wild this is weird and adult and why are you pregnant but this one is even MORE weird. I also HATE every time she says dreary mondays and “baby boy” (GROSS) and I hate that she keeps repeating it lol. The I hate accidents line is kind of fine

14. I forgot that you existed

I hate the lyrics and I hate the premise (we get it you’re indifferent that’s why you wrote a whole song about it) BUT it’s such a bop, it’s very /this feels like a perfect night to make fun of our exes/ vibes and I would be LYING if I said I didn’t enjoy that. Yes we exists

We are pretending her fake laughter and starting to talk in the middle of songs things isn’t real though. It wasn’t cute in we are never ever etc and isn’t cute now

13. I think he knows

I love the 16th avenue bit, it fills me with giddy happiness, the rest of the song is shit, and also lazy. Also stop being obsessed with being 17, it was weird in starlight and is weird now

The bridge is also sort of nice but not nice enough to redeem the rest of it

12. London Boy

Im sorry I promise I know this song is bad. It is bad. I hope it’s ironic? But it’s bad. It’s a weird colonialism complex fetishisation of posh brit whiteness and its even more gross when it’s like “btw IM american, DOUBLE whiteness”, it’s icky and bad. It is a bad song. I apologise for enjoying it and I promise I am ashamed but also u know what, if you ignore the lyrics entirely and pretend you’re 15 and un-enlightened about the violence inherent to the fetishisation of an english identity……….maybe a fun tune. I know. I know. I am sorry. I promise I enjoy it only ironically

11. The man

Corporate white lady feminism? With the word HUSTLE in it? In this economy? Yes obviously

The lyrics are a bit ehhhh but some of them are quite clever and I think she’s quite honest in this song in a rare sort of way without trying to exaggerate it for shock value and it’s a very like, this is my life, here you go, sort of tune, it doesn’t do anything for women’s rights but I think it sounds nice and is probably fun to dance to, and “I’m so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I’d get there quicker if I was a man” and “if I were a man, I’d be the man” are fUN lines !!! Idk how wild this comparison is but like, I feel this song is trying to deal with similar things as I know places (a very privileged rant, if you will, without much self awareness) but I think The Man does it better because it’s less self important and has less ambition about it solving or expressing the world’s worst problems.

10. False God

Ok, so, what is it with the religious motifs in this album, i don’t get it, though it kinda works a lot in this song? I wanted to rank this higher but after a few listens it got slightly grating, the beginning is a bit unecessary too? Like it’s trying to create this weirdly artificial aura of glamour and sophistication, it’s quite an unnerving and haunting song and I quite like that about it and it makes me a bit surprised and startled. This thing she’s doing with like slow, building, repeating tunes i think has worked the best in this song (we might just, get away with this, religion’s in your lips e-,ven if its a False gOd) also, THE ALTAR’S IN MY HIPS, OOF, the chorus does the trick honestly and i love when she’s like slightly laughing but in a wry sort of way. Love it tbh, something about it just makes me a bit stressed though and not in an intentional way (i think)

9. It’s Nice To Have a Friend

Miss taylor who gave you the RIGHT, to shove your hand into my chest and grab my heart and step all over it. I love it and it makes me cry and it’s so soft and sweet. Zero complaints abt it it’s a beautiful song. There r just MULTIPLE EXTREMELY GOOD SONGS that’s why it’s not like my absolute fav and im confused too as to why it’s so low but like. Idk. it is a very soft and sweet song. I love it. If anything maybe it’s a bit uncreative n lazy but i think that’s slightly on purpose so doesn’t rlly constitute a criticism

8. Death by a thousand cuts

I like this song a lot a lot. The lyrics are SO GOOD IM SO HAPPY SHES DOING GOOD LYRICS AGAIN. I love the “one for the agEs” line and i’m generally a slut for any mention of chandeliers in music or poetry (dont ask), her voice is delicate but proud and wild and i’m a fan, honestly, cannot wait to bop to this. The My my my bit is annoying tho

7. The archer

I HATE the bit where she says CoMbAt but otherwise this song is soft and lovely and gentle and I love it !!!!! I love the lyrics and I love her gentle restraint of how she slowly unfurls them and then let’s go in “help me hold onto you”, there is such a commanding frankness to it, it’s an ask for collaboration, an ask for honesty, an ask for I want to do this with you

I think it’s one of the strongest tracks lyrically and she also shows like great skill vocally which has been annoyingly missing from so much of what she’s recently produced. I feel like there’s a bunch of annoying stylistic choices (the they see right thru me bit is grating) but like the song overall is lovely, I think you can feel in her voice she knows she’s created something good and it’s not the usually insufferable IM A GENIUS vibe. WHO COULD EVER LEAVE ME DARLING, BUT WHO COULD STAY !!!

6. Soon you’ll get better

Made me cry. We’re not talking about this one

5. Lover

This song is soft loving, slow whispers, careful realisations that you can build a life with whatever you like and love will save everything, I love it, I love it I love it I love it, “can I go where you go?” moves me to tEARS it is such a soft and gentle expression of care, it is such a kindness, it’s such surrendering, such reckless care, I love it so much, it’s so hopeful and also sure, it’s so frightful but also unafraid. I think this is one of Taylor’s most earnest songs ever and it does the thing of combining that earnestness with brazen daring that doesn’t turn into embarrassment only because she commands her lyrics with such certainty, and that’s rare and often I think that daring has ended badly for her (LOL most of reputation) but here it’s done so beautifully and w so much happiness and LOVE, this song is truly just a beautiful lil piece of art with so much happiness dripping thru it

4. Cornelia Street

This song. This SONG. It builds up so beautifully with this ever so slightly hesitant fascination with its own emotions, i’m so obsessed with it, the lyrics are lovely and perfect, i was expecting it to feel slightly forced and oddly specific because wtf is a cornelia street anyway, but it WORKS. I think it wants me to think of like a glowy streetlighty street and it DOES THAT, “filling in the blanks as we gooooo” sounds so gorgeous and does that thing with her voice which literally is just showing off that Yes She Does Know How To Sing and it’s so certain and sure and restrained and open and bare (again in “i thought you were leading me onnnnn”). Also, “the city screams your name” should be a tired cliche but its just an excited expression of abandon im,, in love. The song is so shaky and uncertain but completely confident and relaxed at the same time and it FEELS EXACTLY LIKE COMING TO TERMS WITH BEING IN LOVE AND WANTING IT TO LAST FOREVER, also like, when did she learn how to write good bridges again because yEs

3. Daylight

Solely for the lines “i’ll tell you the truth, but never goodbye // i don’t want to look at anything else now that i saw you” she deserves a grammy it actually pierces my emotions and makes me want 2 explode, this song is sooooo lovely and it has the vibe that makes me feel like i’ve already heard it years ago (but maybe thats because ive had the album on repeat 2 days straight) but it’s just,,, very good and it feels like sunset and glitter and i think is a perfect ending to a great album i love how it builds intensity and then strips it down and just,,, love it.

2. Afterglow

This is i think, one of the most beautiful things this woman has ever produced, one of the loveliest and most powerful songs ever made, i love it so very much. She finally learnt how to do autotune properly lol, this song is like, a crescendo of emotion, everything is falling down around it and it’s like a little haven of bare, frank honesty and complete surrender, of complete vulnerability, the whole song sounds like an act of care and an act of expressing pure emotion, it’s so gorgeous. It moves so softly and doubles in on itself and she’s sorry and sad but so proud of this love and so certain of its importance, “i’m the one who burnt us down”, it’s such a zooming in on a very specific emotion and it’s done so well, i love it

1. Cruel summer

I LOVE THIS SONG. I LOVE THIS SONG. The lyrics are flighty and exciting and shivery, WHAT DOESNT KILL ME MAKES ME WANT YOU MORE- plug that shit into my VEINS. This song makes me feel like it’s 2015 and nothing is real yet and I’m living inside a YA novel and my biggest problem is my crush being mean to me and I’m RELISHING in that freedom and indulging every last drop of emotion because being alive and paying attention to it is incredible and Extremely Cool Actually (I DONT WANT TO KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU, dead right gal)

That said. Organise for the climate strike. Read up on what’s going on so you can answer questions in your family whatsapp group. Field those conversation, DO THAT EMOTIONAL LABOUR (again, what even), spread the word. But take care of yourself !!!! Listen to Taylor swift and remember that we are an absolute joke of a species, we went to the MOON, we can do this, I love you

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prplzorua · 7 years

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Chill Day

'Shhch'

'Shhchhh'

The sound of the marker against paper.

Of blue and purple swirls and flowers and rainbows and whatever the heck Prince was drawing.

He stayed silent, just watching...or well, trying to.

He really should have gotten more sleep, especially since he knew today was Tuesday.

'Shhch'

'Shhchhh'

Every Tuesday, Roman would come out into the commons and Art, either he painted something or drew, or sketched.

"Anything to get those creative juices flowing", he said.

Anxiety couldn't quite care less really, but somehow or another, this became their thing.

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🎶"When I was a young boy-🎶

The dark persona was relaxing in the commons, not too unusual but not too common either.

Thomas was feeling pretty good today, so Anxiety feeling rather "chill" as he put it.

With the week's video already posted and his host taking a well deserved nap, the younger trait found it to be a pretty "chill day" indeed, not that he'd say that out loud.

So here he was lounging on the couch, listening to MCR.

🎶"My father-🎶

Prince came in, with a mat, colored markers, paper, pencils, stencils and all.

He moved the coffee table, the one that Logan had insisted be in the middle of the room, to the far right, placed the mat down and flopped onto it, pencil in his left hand, scratching away.

Anxiety frowned, couldn't he enjoy his peace and music alone?

Sure he could do that in his room, but that was besides the point.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm sketching something so I can color it later-"

"I get that but why-?"

"Why not?", smirked the Prince.

Anxiety glared at him.

"I meant, why here?"

"Because I want to-"

"Why not on the coffee table?-"

"If I mess it up with a small smudge of marker Logic will kill me-"

"True, then why not on the table?"

"I don't want to bend, strains my neck-"

"So you're doing it the lazy way?", now Anxiety was smirking.

"It's not lazy-"

"You're flat on your stomach, on a plush mat and barely scrawl in anything resembling a background"

Roman blushed.

"Fine, it's the lazy way, but it's relaxing, so leave me be-"

"Then why didn't you do this in your room?"

"Why aren't you in your room?", shot back the royal.

"Fair enough", the younger persona shrugged and went back to lounging on the couch.

Prince continued his drawing.

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'Schch'

'Schchhh'

One of his earbuds had fallen out and the simple sound of the pencil scratching on paper filled his ears.

His MCR playlist had just finished, there were only so much songs a deceas-split up band had after all.

Apparently Roman's drawing was abstract, lots of lines and patterns, it looked rather interesting, but it would probably look better colored.

So there he was, silently watching the other's Arting process.

The entire room was silent, with the exception of the paper and pencil of course, he had expected Princey to hum or something, but no, just quiet, it was...actually quite peaceful.

So he watched.

The movement of the pencil.

'Schch'

The stretches, curves and curls of the lines.

'Schch'

'Schchhh'

The colors as they slowly filled the page, when Roman finally colored them in, bringing his design to life.

'Shhch'

'Shhchhh'

It left him in a daze.

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"How does it look?"

Anxiety blinked, Prince was now holding up his finished artwork, loud, bright and vibrant lines, it was rather beautiful.

"Nice"

Prince beamed at the compliment.

And so it began.

Every Tuesday was art day, Roman drawing or painting on occasion and Anxiety simply watching.

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Every Tuesday, without missing a beat, he watched, today...he was falling asleep. These sessions always made him feel relaxed, but geez, he was full-fledged drifting off.

'Shhch'

'Shhchhh'

For each stroke of the purple marker, Anxiety's eyes drooped lower.

'Shhch'

Lower.

'Shhch'

Lower.

'Shhch'

Lower.

'Shhchhh'

Really he was gone already, just the small gap to cover the whites of his eyes were left. Titering on the balance of sleep-and-wake.

Breathing slow and lips already parted. All that was left, was for him to fall...

Logic walked in at that exact moment.

"Anxiety", he whispered.

The younger jumped, blinking rapidly as his vision became clear.

The Teacher carefully pulled Anxiety to the kitchen, silently as to not disturb the artist on the floor.

"Are alright? Are you getting ill?"

"What? No, I'm fine!"

"Are you sure?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Grumbled the younger. Pulling him out of his almost sleep state, really wasn't helping his mood.

"I mean, sometimes I see you lying on the couch in a complete daze"

Anxiety blushed.

"It's just...relaxing I guess"

Logic paused.

"What is relaxing?"

"Watching the Royal pain draw and stuff"

"Hmm"

"What?"

"I don't think that watching Prince draw is what leaves you in a daze-"

Anxiety raised a brow.

"Logan, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you enjoy the sound of pencil, or in this case marker, scratching on paper, it's quite interesting really, but it does make make sense you'd follow the Autonomous sensory meridian response"

"I- what?"

"Asmr"

"Wait, wait, isn't that, just a bunch suggestive whispering, lip smacking and roleplay videos?"

Logic rolled his eyes.

"While some videos do include such things, not all of them do, there can be no whispering and just the sound of something constant-"

"Like?"

"Like the sound of a marker on a paper", this time the younger rolled his eyes. Logic smirked, "there's also hairplay"

Instantly pink flushed on pale cheeks, pink bright enough to show through all that white foundation.

The Teacher chuckled, ruffling Anxiety's already mussed up hair.

Of course the younger pouted and batted away the offending hand.

"Is it bad?"

"Asmr? No, not necessarily, paper and markers are harmless, personally I enjoy pen on paper and chalk on a board, Morality enjoys the sounds of paint and slime, though I'm not sure what Roman prefers"

They shrugged.

Logic went to his room and Anxiety moved back to the couch.

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When Morality came in an hour later, he smiled.

Roman had just finished his artwork and wasted no time in showing him. Being the proud father he was, he couldn't stop his instincts to put the peice on a frame and hang it up.

The Prince beamed.

Chuckling he patted the young regal's shoulder, and then quietly retrieved a blanket and placed it on the sleeping Anxiety.

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Bonus:

\Hey Thomas\

"Oh hey Joan, what's up?"

\Nothing much, Talyn and I were just takling, you up for a road trip?\

"Now?"

\Yeah\

"Sure"

\Really? Someone's feeling good today\

"Yeah I am"

Joan chuckled.

\Alright, we'll pick you up in ten minutes\

Thomas agreed, hanging up the phone, he went to get ready.

He was all set when the sound of a horn reached his ears.

Smiling he grabbed his keys, locked the door and jumped into the car with his awesome friends.

Yeah, today was a chill day.

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9am let’s tag: @prinxietys @prinxietyhell @the-prince-and-the-emo @anxietyismycuppatea @anxietyandlogic @thebrightsun @the-sanders-sides

if y’all would like to be tagged tell me, i’ll be happy to oblige ;)

AN:// Sorry I haven't posted anything sooner, I've been sick, still am actually, I legit couldn't move on Monday. Tuesday I found out what Asmr was, yes, yes I'm very late to that but life. My little cousin loves to draw, markers and paper galore. Basically she was Prince and I was Anxiety and my best friend, who came to visit my sick behind was the one who told me about Asmr, so she was Logic XD. Anyway, I'm currently working on another drabble chap, it's a comfort piece for a really sweet peep that needs it and also the new chap for Innerworks, I'm dying here and I wanna sleep, but like, fanfiction lol.

#prince sanders #anxiety sanders #logic sanders #thomas sanders #asmr #my fic #i'm suffering

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loveyourselffool · 5 years

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My fault

You tell me you’ve read my messages and none of it makes sense.. how about when I tell you, that you take things too far and you really do hurt me? How about when I tell you that I am constantly in fear of you leaving because I see how simple and easy it is for you to just let me go? What about those points?

Your only valid points are that I used to live differently - I used to be scared of everything. I used to live in fear that I was never good enough, that I compare myself to every living creature.. and in turn, that made you feel controlled, and always forced to act a certain way or I’ll lash out. But what about recently? What about the changes that I have made... when was the last time I got “upset” with you about not texting me a certain way, or “showing me results”........ when?

I am confident in me that I have changed significantly since we’ve started being together. Not once do I ever say anything about you having to work early, work late, go out early, go out late, go out with family, why you didn’t message me when you got to a place? All your points you said today, they’re all from the past. If I had to bring up the past, we both know who would lose the battle? You used to message girls thinking it was completely okay to act that way while you kept telling someone else that you were exclusive. Lol.

All your points revolve around work. What does this have to do with me? Okay, so I used to try to pry and ask about your work stuff. Oh, what does L do? Why can’t L do this? Jesus christ. When have I ever mentioned her in a bad way recently? I ask questions regarding work, finances? I wasn’t aware that I was stepping into a relationship that required so many boundaries or filters when I talk.

All I hear from you is bitching and whining... oh I want my old life back, oh I miss this. Yeah, well fuck. I miss when you actually respected me and actually felt bad when I cried. Now everytime I get emotional, it’s never “shit... maybe I went too far.” Its always “WELL FUCK, she’s an emotional wreck. Crying bitch, let her cry. So fucking annoying”.

It isn’t about putting me first anymore. Stop kidding yourself. Its the fact that you never put me anywhere anymore. “OH, she’s being distant again” Uhhh, like wtf? No. You’re just sleeping for 5 hours. And then when I call you like 2-3x because FT keeps dying, it’s instantly “WTF.... its so annoying”. Okay, well then I won’t call you? Don’t call you - I’m being distant. Call you - I’m smothering.

You say I reminisce, go back and read your messages. When did I actually do those things to you? Like months months back?

I don’t even know how to answer you when you pretty much fully put the blame on me. I’ll never be good enough for you. So I respond with “if it eases you, you won’t hear a peep from me about whatever you do. If you want to text me, cool. If you want to say you love me, great. If you want to sleep all day, okay. If you want to hang out with your boys, sure.” Because your main complaint was you can’t do anything without me freaking....

I tell you that. I give you what I want. And you tell me “YOU DON’T GET IT, FUCK. TTYL.” Uh, okay. So I give you what I want, I get in shit. I don’t give you what you want, and I “PRY” you to fix our relationship - I get in shit.

Like fuck dude, you win. You call me being lazy for giving you that answer. Lol. You’re fucking kidding me right?

“Because someone doesn’t respond right away, it means they don’t love you.” I love your sarcasm when you talk to me, hella respectful. And when was the last time I got mad at you about that? Like months months months ago? When yeah, I needed to work on myself. That was months ago. Yet you still say I’m living in the past. Like holy shit. I never even get on you about responding right away.... lol.

You need to step the fuck back and realize what our fights have been about the last 2-3 weeks. Its always about how you treat me. I get that you’re stressed with work, I get that you have like 20000000000000 people that depend on you. I get that I’m like the lowest of the low. I fucking get it. You don’t need to keep reminding me about it, day and night, day and night. I got this person to take care of, I got this bill to pay. Like you need to reevaluate if you’re ready for this proposal.

Again, the fights that we’ve had lately is how you treat me. You tell me that you tell me to back off all the time because you’re stressed and can’t talk all this BS right now. Okay, fine. Did you do it in a respectful, mutual way? NO. It’s always, yo bitch, leave me alone, I’m stressed. And I’m going - so like.. I’m super hurt and stressed myself right now, can we talk.

It’s never a simple answer with you, anytime I tell you - hey you’re hurting me. That hurts. Your answer is simply, leave me the fuck alone.

If you want to be left alone that badly, then don’t fucking complain about me being distant. I’m so sick of your shit. I’m not a dumb fucking toy. I’m actually starting to get a hold of myself, and you always just come crashing down thinking that I make myself an emotional wreck. Get a reality check. The only thing that’s been stressing me out IS YOU. I’ve been hella confident, and loving life. Clinical is going well. I’m energized, I’m eating well, losing lbs. Like fuck you bitch for bringing me down all the time and then guilt tripping me into believing its my fault. IF this fight was from January, I’d believe it when I had shit to make up for. Bitch, you’re breaking up with your fiance. WHO THE FUCK EVEN DOES THAT SHIT? Yeah, you should be ashamed that my mom knows or whatever. You used to rail it into me that “NO BREAKUPS.” fuck you. Take your own damn word up your fucking ass.

Yeah, I’m sooooooooooo sorry that I always feel the need to be reassured. I wonder who the fucks fault that is. And who doesn’t even take responsibility? You sound like a fucking baby daddy who just wants to be here for the fun, but once shit goes a tiny bit hard.... FUCCCCCK BITCH, I GOT A WHOLE SHOULDER OF SHIT TO TAKE CARE OF.

Well then, seriously. Why the fuck did you propose and shit. You ain’t even ready. BTW WIFE, let me ditch you here so I can handle all my work shit. Like for real. All I ask for was some respect and communication, and what do you always give me? BS, lies, and ‘’LEAVE ME ALONE’’. Trust me bitch if I hear you say it one more time, I will leave you the fuck alone.

And I’m going to learn to live on my own, cos I don’t need someone treating me as if I’m beef jerky who just dangles around waiting for shit to happen. If you don’t communicate, if you don’t respect me - then fucking leave. I’m sick of this shit. As if those 2 fucking idiots weren’t enough, you were supposed to be different. And you wonder why I can’t let you rant to me. I wonder how much I have to rant. Who the fuck has to rant to an online blog instead of their supposed fiance. Lol........ what a joke.

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