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I Exist to Nobody (but you.) – Part 1

Summary: You meet your soulmate on a serendipitous afternoon in your grandparents' backyard.

And on all levels except physical, Xavier is a normal boy.

Word Count: 4.2k

Tags: fem!reader x xavier, you x xavier (no use of Y/N), imaginary friend AU, imaginaryfriend!xavier, childhood friends (to lovers, but not in this chapter!), themes of codependency?, lil sprinkle of family issues lol, growing up, time skips as a plot device, again– pretty self-indulgent

A/N: I understand that AUs aren’t everyone’s cup of tea and that’s okay! Xavier’s always been a comfort character to me and I wanted to write something different for him, which led to this baby <3

Lmk if you guys fw this through likes/comments/reblogs; they're always appreciated!

(art + banners are made by urs truly x)

Part I

You stand a little over three feet, and your hair is in braids.

You’re wearing your Sunday special; a pretty purple dress with a frilly skirt and your favorite pair of stripe-print leggings. Your sparkly jelly ballerinas have been long since discarded somewhere in the grass as you run barefoot in your grandparents’ backyard.

You’re playing hopscotch by yourself, with the family Shiba for company. The sky is starting to turn into a pretty orange hue and you hear your mom calling from inside the house when you see something white move from the corner of your eye.

With all the curiosity befitting a four-year-old, your tiny feet carry you in the direction where you saw it; near the mossy undergrowth, beneath the canopy shade of the old Kousa dogwood tree that stood for more than four generations behind the residential building you’d spent some days hiding in when you didn’t want to go back inside for dinner.

It’s as safe a spot to you as it is familiar, so it takes you by surprise when you find something unexpected; in the form of a small, pale boy with hair the color of rain clouds in the summer, sitting with his legs up to his chin, looking like one of those little elves in your fairytale books.

A pair of blue eyes meet yours, alight in childlike wonder.

_____

Xavier doesn’t know how he came to be– just that he’s now present in this plane of existence, in the phantom body of a four-year-old boy, in a place he knows human beings call a back-yard.

He knows this– just as he knows things on an objective level; like what a house is, what the creature covered in fur is called (a small wolf), or what a human girl looks like.

What he doesn’t understand is the knee-jerk reaction to hide when his sudden appearance catches your attention, which brings him to his current attempt at concealing himself amidst a thicket; beneath the tree with star-like blooms.

He doesn’t account for the beating of his heart when your searching gaze lands on him, nor the unfamiliar excitement of being seen feels like.

“Hi!” You finally exclaim after a few seconds of consideration, squatting down in front of him. Xavier notices that you’re missing a front tooth when you give him a big smile. He also notices how his heartbeat quickens at the sight. “Are you an elf?!”

“No,” he responds quietly. “I’m human. I think.”

His voice sounds odd to his ears.

“Oh,” you say with an undercurrent of disappointment. “Well, that’s okay! I’m human too!”

You say it with such enthusiasm that Xavier’s lips pull up in a hesitant smile.

Bouncing back up to your feet, you pat away the nonexistent dirt from your dress and extend a hand towards him. “D’you wanna play with me? Oh, oh– we can play hide-and-seek! You seek, I hide!”

You're off to run somewhere before he could answer. He doesn't know what hide-and-seek entails, nor what it means to be amongst the living.

He doesn’t know that many things, but he thinks he’d like to know more about you.

___

You head inside the house after your mom calls you for a fourth time, her voice straining in (rising) agitation. Towing behind you is your new (best!) friend, who you decide is joining you for dinner.

“This is Xavier!” You point at the boy sitting on the chair you dragged near yours, eyes wide as he takes in the spread on the table in front of him. “I saw him outside and we played hide-and-seek!”

Your mom exchanges a look with your grandmother. She glances at the chair beside you, then at you.

She sees your wide grin. Resigned, she sighs and smiles indulgently.

“Hello, Xavier.”

The boy perks up at that. She could also–?

…No.

It’s not obvious at first glance. But when he studies the expression of the woman who shares the same nose and chin as his new friend, he notices that her eyes look past him. Not at him.

Xavier falters upon realizing the… facade. He is aware that his form isn’t as corporeal compared to yours. His skin has a certain translucent quality to it, more obvious under the stark, fluorescent lighting. The manner in which he moves isn’t unlike the minute particles floating in the air; more buoyant, less solid. Less tangible. Less aliv–

You squeal in excitement, and he’s distracted. He watches as you turn in your seat to face him– to look straight into his eyes and tell him–

“I’m your bestest friend now, okay?”

You say it as a statement; like a promise. And for a second, he feels more present in the world.

So you are. His bestest friend.

Xavier’s chest feels warm; he likes the sound of that.

___

“Grandpa, Xavier says your beard looks funny!”

“Huh? Who’zat??”

_____

You learn the concept of an imaginary friend after introducing Xavier to person number six, who happens to be your preschool teacher.

You overhear her discussing boring adult stuff with your mom when the latter comes to pick you up after school. You and Xavier are in a corner, playing princess and knight. It’s just the two of you, away from the other kids, since your friends refused to join when you’d asked them if they wanted to play too.

Or rather– they don’t think it’s fair that you just made someone up to be the knight, and have them play the villains.

That confused you. You also notice how it made your best friend sad. So in the end, you decided that you don’t need anyone else! Xavier is already the best knight who is now also an evil dragon.

“Honey, don’t you want to play with your other classmates?” Your teacher, Miss Dahlia, asks you as she and your mom amble closer to where you and Xavier are; her tone gentle, yet careful.

You shake your head, a ‘harrumph!’ leaving your mouth. “They didn’t wanna play villains with us. But ‘sokay, Xavier is an evil knight dragon now.”

Miss Dahlia smiles the same smile your mother gave you at dinner last night. “Oh, of course, sweetie. But maybe you and… Xavier can find someone else to join you?”

Your brows furrow, starting to feel irritated about the whole thing. “I told you, they don’t wanna! They said they dun’ wanna have someone made up play the knight!”

Your mom sighs and the two share a look.

After a moment of hesitation, your teacher begins to explain how your friends “may not be able to see” Xavier since he’s special and only appears to you. That “It’s good you’re being very independent, sweetie, as long as you don’t let Xavier prevent you from hanging out with your actual friends.”

Because, according to Miss Dahlia, he’s just an imaginary friend.

You blink, not understanding. Xavier is silent beside you. “Huh?”

You’re looking at the boy in question, trying to make sense of how the other kids – and apparently, everyone else – can’t see him when he’s sitting right there. You don’t understand, and it’s making you more annoyed.

So the moment Miss Dahlia finishes talking, you tell her that you’re happy playing with just Xavier, and that you’re gonna continue to play princess and evil knight dragon now, please and thank you.

___

Back home, you and your imaginary friend lie starfish on the floor of your bedroom. You stay quiet while you count the barely visible water spots on your ceiling, waiting for the other person to speak.

He doesn’t.

Feeling fidgety, you break the silence. “They don’t see you.”

“I-I don’t think so.”

“But I see you.” You stress the word, turning on your left to look at Xavier when you say it.

“Yes,” He agrees, twisting his head to the right so that he’s facing you too. You try to figure out how he’s feeling about the situation – with all the naivety of a child your age – but his expression doesn’t give much away.

You’re about to ask him directly when, finally, his lips curve into a small smile. A knot loosens in your chest.

“Don’t worry,” Xavier assures you. “That’s enough for me.”

_____

You lost another round of hide-and-seek.

“‘S not fair,” you grouse, stomping a foot in frustration. “You always find me so fast!”

“We could always play tag instead,” Xavier offers.

“As if you don’t win at tag too!”

_____

It’s another bright, sunny Tuesday and your mom leaves you with her usual instruction to behave well for Mrs Dela Peña, a kind – albeit a little strict – lady in her mid-seventies who lives a block away from your house, and your babysitter since you were in diapers. You’re eight now, and starting to make heads with your multiplication tables, but your mom still thinks you’re a big baby that needs looking after.

You think you’re old enough to be left alone during your summer break when she has to go to work, but she refuses to leave you by your lonesome no matter how much you insist.

“I have Xavier with me anyway!”

Your mom just shakes her head whenever you use that as an argument, not bothering with a response.

So with the usual pout on your face, you stand at the front door with your arms crossed as you grudgingly bid your mother goodbye.

“–and don’t forget to eat all your greens later at lunch, okay?” She reminds you one last time before giving you a wet kiss on the forehead. You scrunch your nose as you wipe it off. “Love you, honey. I’ll be home by six.”

And off she goes. You turn to face Xavier – whose hair is a little longer now, almost past his chin, but with eyes the same shade of marble blue – and complain, “She always treats me like a little kid!”

“But you are a kid,” he tells you, sounding a little confused by your ire. “And it’s normal for parents to care for their children, no matter how old they are.”

You grumble, narrowing your eyes at him. “I know, but you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side,” Xavier says, blinking innocently. “I tell you when Mrs Dela Peña isn’t looking so you could hide your broccoli before she sees.”

He does make for a good lookout. You divert the subject.

“Okay, whatever. But we’re still on Project: Veggie Throw, right?” You ask him, excitement replacing the crabbiness from a moment ago.

Xavier hums in assent, both him and you sharing the same aversion for all things leafy and (barely) edible, despite the other one’s inability to eat.

Apparently, just explaining to him the yuckiness of a watercress salad is enough for him to take your side of things.

Xavier sneaks into the kitchen – quiet as a mouse, as usual – to observe the old woman who’s starting to prepare for lunch. He notes the celery stalks being chopped on a wooden board and makes a sound of disgust.

The little phantom boy waits until the woman finishes the rest of the vegetables to put on a corner before calling out to you:

“The veggies are contained in one spot, agent. Over.”

Your head pops out to peek from behind the wall that connects to the kitchen. Xavier, who’s now sitting cross-legged on the countertop close to the awning window, waves you towards the sink while Mrs Dela Peña’s busy taking something out of the fridge.

Trying your best to move swiftly before she could catch you in the act, you zip straight to where the sliced vegetables are, bath towel ready to snatch them away when–

“There’s that ginger cat again from yesterday,” Xavier casually comments, peering through the open blinds. “I think he’s brought a friend this time.”

Like second nature, you respond without thinking, “You mean Mr Snuffles?”

“...”

“Oh, I didn't see you there, sweetie!” Mrs Dela Peña exclaims, eyes crinkling from the smile that graces her face as she sees your frozen form over by the aromatics. “Would you like to help with the cooking? Oh-ho! Be a dear now and soak those mung beans in water, will you?”

“... Sorry,” Xavier sheepishly offers, then shrinks down from your betrayed look.

You end up on stir duty. The large pot filled with beans and green produce seems to bubble ominously as you’re forced to listen to the same story about Mrs Dela Peña’s neighbor for the nth time.

An apologetic Xavier dutifully recites to you the play-by-play on how Mr Snuffles and his racoon friend are rummaging through the trash bins as penance, and you swear to be more conscious of your audience next time you’re speaking to your invisible friend.

_____

You’re in fourth grade, and exam week is coming up.

You look at the textbooks that are laid neatly on the living room table, untouched. Then at the TV. Maybe you could sneak in one episode before–

“No screen time before you finish studying, dearie!” An older Mrs Dela Peña calls out from the kitchen, apparently having a sixth sense for children and their sneaky ways. “Your mother wants you to complete the set of exercises she’s left for you there before you watch your an-e-mays.”

Groaning in response, you let your head fall down onto the table with a thunk. “But it’s booooring!”

Xavier hums sympathetically, patting your head with a spectral hand. “I can read beside you. Do you want me to ask you the questions?”

“I want to watch Killua beat those guys at dodgeball,” you sulk, voice coming out a little muffled against the oakwood surface. “Not memorize dates from, like, a hundred years ago.”

“Killua isn’t here to help you with The Revolution, I am.” You’re caught off-guard by the shortness in Xavier’s tone, enough to raise your head to stare at your friend curiously. He keeps his gaze fixed on the questionnaire in front of him.

Wait. That gives you an idea.

“I think I know how you could help me, Xavi,” You say slowly, excitement creeping in your voice. Why haven’t you thought of this before??

The pouting boy tilts his head in confusion. You start explaining what you have in store for him for the next couple of days, and before you even finish your spiel, the pout is gone and Xavier’s nodding along with your plan, seeming to be fully on board.

The idea that his… nonphysicality could finally be of use to you has him feeling oddly giddy. You, on the other hand, look identical to a cat that ate the canary as you reach for the remote.

Seems like you’ll be able to watch your second favorite pale-haired boy after all.

___

You’ve been asked to stay after class, two days before the end of midterms.

Your history teacher has been on it with your adviser for a while now, in a heated argument about your test results. Well, yours and another student in your class.

“How is that even possible? He’s sitting three rows behind her!”

“I don’t know how she did it, but they even got the same answer to the third essay down to the last sentence!”

You and your partner-in-crime share a look of alarm. Uh-oh.

Any attempts at making you fess up led to nowhere. You keep denying all claims of cheating, and your adviser recalls nothing that could warrant suspicion on the day of your World History exam.

Without enough conclusive evidence of your dishonesty for them to be able to pin the blame on you and call it a day, their resolution to this ‘conundrum’ is to have you take another test in the faculty office tomorrow after school, under the watchful eyes of two (wary) teachers.

You let Xavier help you one last time – by relaying to you the answers from the paper tucked between two books on your teacher’s desk – before deciding that it’s probably for the best if you refrain from using your invisible friend for anything that could cause you more trouble in the long run; especially on the remaining days left of midterm week.

Xavier looks deflated, but agrees. (The pout is back, though.)

_____

“Where’d you get the name Xavier anyway?”

“It came to me in a dream,” he says cryptically. His face betrays nothing, so you can't figure out whether he’s telling the truth or just messing with you.

“... Right.”

Xavier hides a smile.

_____

“Hey, what are they talking about?” You ask Xavier from your perch on top of the staircase. You’ve been eavesdropping on the conversation downstairs for a while now, but you could barely make sense of the words being thrown around except for a couple of bad ones.

Xavier cocks his head to the side, trying to listen in as well, before deciding to just transport himself closer to the source.

Your dad, a man that you’ve spent considerably less time with compared to your grandfather (or basically everybody else, for that matter), came to visit today for reasons that aren’t really clear to you. But judging from the hushed whispers and periodic bouts of angry shouting down the living room, it isn’t for anything good.

Your mom frequently uses the term “deadbeat”, and sometimes when she’s really in a mood, “a good-for-nothing waste of a man” when describing your father. You don’t have much of a relationship with him to feel offended on his behalf so you just nod along and agree when your mom goes off in a tirade.

You wonder sometimes, how things would be if you had a dad. A better one, perhaps. The kind of dad that picks you up after school in an SUV, just like how the dads from your class do for their kids. Or someone that’d take longer “shifts” at work to bring home enough to take care of the family, like how your mom does.

You wonder what it would be like to spend the holidays with another parent – the three of you welcoming New Years at home with a bunch of round fruits and maybe some sparklers, instead of having to sleep early at your grandparents’ house.

Xavier floats back to your side after a few minutes, face set in a frown. “They’re saying something along the lines of moving somewhere nearer the city and finalizing the papers for the divorce. Your father’s talking about remarrying, as well.”

It’s relayed to you in monotone, like someone reading off a script – or reciting exactly what they’ve heard sans the curse words – that it takes you a moment to process the information.

After a beat, the only thing that comes out of you is a small, “oh.”

“Are you… okay?”

It doesn't take much time for you to shake your head, along with the passing pipe dream you’ve entertained, if only for a few short minutes.

You stand up from your crouched position near the top banister, leaving your little hiding spot to go back to your room. Xavier follows.

“It’s fine,” you tell him with a shrug. “Do you wanna read Nightwing with me?”

He agrees, of course. If he curls up closer to you when you stay up later that night to stare quietly at the glowing stars on your bedroom walls, neither of you brings it up in the morning.

_____

You had a fight with your mother earlier today. Xavier’s with you while you sit quietly on the tire swing behind your house.

“Would you come with me if I go someplace far away from ‘ere?”

“How far do you want to go?”

“I dunno,” you shrug half-heartedly. “It’d be cool if we could go live on a planet of our own, don’cha think?”

“Just the two of us?”

“Yeah. Somewhere I can just…” You struggle to find the words, but you settle on– “Breathe, I guess.”

A flock of birds fly eastward. Envy colors you green as you think about the fact that they could call any place home without being tied down to a single location.

“I’d like that,” Xavier smiles. “Maybe we could, one day. Once mankind improves the means for intergalactic travel.”

“...Whatever you say, Xavi.”

_____

It’s your twelfth birthday.

You’re sitting at the head of the table surrounded by friends and family as they sing you a happy birthday. In front of you is a sunflower yellow buttercream cake with rainbow sprinkles and two lit candles in the shape of a large ONE and TWO.

“Happy birthday to you,”

You watch your friends; girls in school that you grew up with since kindergarten, and some boys that you’ve climbed trees with during lunch breaks. Almost all of them have already gone through one or two phases over the course of years you’ve known them, and some you consider your closer friends are even acting a little distant as of late, already outgrowing old interests that you’d once shared.

Even the general consensus on shows like Adventure Time and Spongebob has changed drastically ever since they all started watching Disney Channel. Flashy cell phones and handheld consoles are traded in place of old Barbie dolls and LeapFrog books; the latter are now kept hidden inside a dusty box underneath the bed, like forgotten relics of a simpler time.

“Happy birthday to youuu,”

They look different now, too. Some shot up in height, others gained a measly few inches. Some ditched the braids in exchange for a shag cut. The cooler kids even started wearing makeup.

(You think you’d like to try putting on eyeliner if your mom wasn’t so strict.)

“Happy birthday, dear– ouch!” A yelp. “Jeremy, you dumdum, stop moving the cake too much!”

Your gaze then shifts to your right, almost instinctively, to a space that all your other guests would find empty.

There, always by your side, your best friend remains the same as ever. Not the same in the sense that he looked the way he did when you first saw him eight years ago in your grandparents’ backyard, no. You’re not blind to the changes he’s gone through, in stages similar to your own.

He’s grown taller, for one; almost as tall as you are now. The chub in his cheeks lost some of its roundness, and his limbs are lankier. His hair went through phases of being short, long, and the awkward in-between. When you had asked a couple years back how he’s able to change the length of it without going to a salon, he simply said he does it “to match yours when you do.”

All-in-all, his physical appearance passes as a regular twelve-year-old boy, if not for the slight ‘otherworldly’ aspect one could probably… overlook. So ‘‘the same’ isn’t really how you’d describe him.

“–happy biiirthday to youuu!”

Xavier mouths the song along with the people in your life, his gaze trained on you the entire time. You look into the same galaxy-blue that you’ve associated with home, comfort, and just Xavier in every way– and you understand.

Constant. The word you're looking for is constant.

You blow out your candles, wishing it could last forever.

_____

“Don’t you think you’re getting a little too old for an imaginary friend, dear?”

_____

Xavier finds you up the roof one rainy afternoon. You look like you’ve been crying.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach from the sight of your red-rimmed eyes. He sidles beside you, close enough that his right side almost merges with your left.

(He’d like to imagine that you could feel him– as a source of warmth, of comfort to you while you shiver from both the cold and the heavy emotions weighing you down. He wishes he could be more than just a presence.)

“M-mom said that,” you sniff, angrily rubbing away the wetness in your eyes with the back of your hand. “–tha’ when I grow older, you won’t show up anymore.

That–that you’d be gone, ‘cos imaginary friends don’t stay with you when you’re all grown up.” Your bottom lip wobbles by the end of your sentence.

A dark rain cloud looms overhead, signaling the coming of a storm stronger than the current downpour that’s drenching you to the bone.

“You won’t leave me, would you, Xavi?” You whisper, turning to gaze at your dearest friend with greedy eyes, committing his form to memory, just in case he– “You won’t disappear on me, right?”

There’s a crackle of energy in the air; a drop in temperature that causes the fine hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

“I don’t want you to ever go away.”

(Neither does he.)

Something builds up inside Xavier. A desire, a need stronger than the limitations of the circumstance he’s dealt with since the beginning of his existence. It’s as vast and tumultuous as the birth of a star, and equally as brilliant.

(He wants, he needs, he wishes–)

An answer from the high heavens comes in the form of a lightning strike, illuminating the world in a blinding veil of white for less than a second. The resounding “crack!” feels like a blessing. Like an affirmation from the court of gods listening in on the boy’s plea.

A boon is granted, born from an ambition so great. And for a moment, Xavier burns brighter than any of the billion pinpricks of light in the night sky.

On a roof, two children sit facing each other under a raging tempest, threads of fate tying them together in an unbreakable bond.

Snip.

Something falls into place.

“Never,” he vows. “I’ll always be with you. Forever.”

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sreppub · 4 days ago

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bubble tea for the bat children STAT

man idk....

Dick gets whatever the special is, reg-100 ice and sweetness. Tapioca or popping pearls preferred, but jellies are good too. Bitch loves cookies n creme if it's an option

Jason... sweet tooth. Regular sweetness. I'd order him a thai tea, brown sugar, or mango. He only likes tapioca pearls.

Tim likes matcha, coffee, royal milk - milky over fruity, but if he is feeling it then peach oolong. Puddings and grass/coffee jellies are a yes. 0-30% sweetness depending on if he wants the energy kick. He gets it hot sometimes.

Cass gets coconut jelly if its fruit tea and red bean if its milky. She often picks from the top ten menu, something with pudding, pearls, and beans in it. 30-50% sweet.

Duke is a slush guy. You can count on Duke to get a taro slush, half sweet. He tried durian once on a dare but jokes on everyone else, he liked it. His breath is everyone else's problem now.

Damian doesn't like tapioca pearls much. Coconut or mango jelly is preferable, with a fruity tea/milk. 30-50% sweet.

gonna stop there. because otherwise where will it end

#srpbreplies #tim & cass are my bbt orders.

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mortifesboy · 6 months ago

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WELCOME TO THE SHOP

wuthering waves centric but will post other medias —MASTERLIST — fem aligned /minors respectfully dni ꩜ if we are friends and you’re fem aligned it’s ok MASC ! reader blog — he/him — 20

i accept poly requests !

this blog is PRO-PALESTINE zionists and neutrals go home

MENU ꩜ make sure to be specific as multiple items are associated with multiple characters

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BROWN SUGAR TEA LATTE ! : jiyan, shōgo aoshima, erwin smith, mahito, zhongli

GREEN TEA ! : aalto, chidori, porco galliard, sukuna, diluc,dio,

PASSION FRUIT TEA ! : mortife, zeke jaeger, toji, nuvillete , risotto nero,yami (black clover)

STRAWBERRY SMOOTHIE ! : scar, Jean kirschtine, takuma ino , tighnari , bruno,avdol

OREO SMOOTHIE ! : yuwanwu, geto, armin, abbacchio,jotaro,weather report

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for here : top ! reader or character

To go : bottom ! reader or character

Disposable container : switch ! Reader or character

SIDES kinks (optional)

brown sugar boba : overstimulation

popping pearls : somnophilia

cheese foam : gangbang/bukkake can be charas from different media interacting with eachother

Aloe Vera : breeding

Egg pudding : praise

Star pearls : degradation

Coffee jelly : stepcest

Taro: nipple sucking

Grass jelly: yandere

Baisil seeds : cnc

Strawberries : omega verse

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0%: angst

50 % : fluff

100 % : smut

Special request: any character you may not see on here you can fill out a special request!! i have the right to deny a request especially if the character is a minor . I do not write scat, age play[but i will write for age REGRESSION which is NOT sexual ] , and race pla

Ordering example “hi can i please get a brown sugar tea latte (jiyan) , with alo vera , taro ,basil seeds, and 100% sugar for here(reader)? (Then specify what exactly you want happening )

Multiple characters: “ can i get a passion fruit tea ( mortife) w/ a Oreo smoothie(geto) ordering separate the Oreo smoothie has basil seeds, and star pearls) and to go (reader) while the passion fruit has aloe Vera also to go (mortife) (then specify)

requests always open but might take a while

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years ago

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Eddie’s Easter Bucket

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

| Eddie & Steddie Masterlist | AO3 Link |

Summary: Not long after receiving custody of his 12 year old nephew, Eddie, Wayne Munson soon finds himself inventing a new family tradition for Easter.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns (if any). Written for the Easter Event on the Eddie's Sluts Discord Server.

CW: None, just pure fluff.

Word Count: 1,453

For most of Eddie’s childhood, holidays were not really celebrated. With his mom gone and his dad always on the wrong side of the law, there wasn’t anyone around to make them into anything special.

Wayne picked up on this fairly early on after his nephew came to live with him. Outside of looking forward to the time off he got from school, Eddie was excited by little else. Even Christmas, normally the one holiday kids were the most rabid over, was barely a blip on the boy’s radar until Wayne surprised him with three small presents he managed to scrape up the money for.

Now that broke Wayne’s heart. Even with as dysfunctional as he and Ed’s parents were, holidays were always marked by some sort of acknowledgment, even if it was just something small. He decided right then that he would always do what he could to make holidays special for the boy.

Outside of Christmas and Eddie’s birthday, the other holiday Wayne liked to splurge on was Easter. Eddie had a bit of a sweet tooth and some of his favorite candies came out only during that time of year. So, as soon as Christmas was over, Wayne started setting money aside and soon a new Munson tradition was born: The Easter Bucket.

Initially, he was going to get Eddie an Easter basket, but when he went looking for one that first Easter with his nephew, he was shocked by just how much they cost. He had only expected them to be a dollar or two at most and didn’t have enough saved for both a basket AND the stuff to put in it. Finding himself in an unexpected predicament, Wayne started trying to think of a cheaper alternative to a basket.

Buckets, he suddenly realized, were free if you knew where to look. And he did know exactly where to look. Wayne was easily able to find a small plastic bucket that once contained roof nails, cleaned it up and used that instead.

Inside the bucket, Wayne shredded up some newspaper to act as Easter grass. Nestled in the shredded paper was a small chocolate bunny, a small bag of jelly beans, two Cadbury eggs and two Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs. While the Cadbury and Reese’s were Eddie’s favorites, Wayne didn’t feel right not getting him a chocolate bunny and jelly beans, which had been the small Easter tradition when he was growing up. Both him and Eddie’s dad would get a small bag of jelly beans each and a small chocolate bunny to share.

Remembering those childhood Easter’s as he was assembling the bucket, Wayne couldn’t help but chuckle. These were some of his few good childhood memories. Since Ed was the older of the two, he usually ended up with most of the chocolate bunny, which always caused an argument which left someone crying.

“Damnit, boys!” Wayne recalled his mother’s voice griping at the two of them. “If you don’t cut out that damn fighting, y’all aren’t getting one next year!”

That always got them to calm down real fast.

Since Eddie was already 12 years old when he came to live with his uncle, Wayne wasn’t sure if the boy would even like the Easter Bucket. He knew there was the possibility that his nephew would claim to be too old for Easter.

But, instead, Eddie was very excited when he woke up on Easter morning to find the bucket his uncle had snuck onto his desk while he slept. It really caught Wayne off guard when his nephew came barreling out of his room to tackle him in a bear hug of thanks, not used to sudden bursts of affection from the boy, but it also made his day.

Every year after that, at some point on Easter, Eddie would find that same bucket sitting on his desk. While it would always have the same standard items that were in there year after year, some years there might be an extra Cadbury Egg or maybe something new if Wayne had a little extra money when Easter rolled around. One year, there was a bag of Reese’s Pieces added to the bucket. Another year, it was a Hershey’s chocolate bar. It just varied.

Once Eddie was in high school, Wayne figured it was only a matter of time before his nephew really did claim to be too old for Easter. But the Easter Bucket after freshman year was met with the same bear hug of thanks that it always was. Wayne saw no harm in continuing on with the little tradition since he rather enjoyed it himself, too, and so he kept at it.

Easter weekend of 1987 ended up bringing some momentous changes to the Munson household.

Eddie was moving out of the trailer and into your apartment with you.

The two of you had met at a party the previous spring break and immediately hit it off. It didn’t take long before you were dating and virtually inseparable outside of work. You were a perfect match. Now it was time for the next step of your relationship.

On Friday, you and Eddie finished packing his stuff, then stayed the night at the trailer to get an early start. The next day, Wayne helped out and, between his truck, Eddie’s van, and your car, almost everything got moved over within just a few hours.

Since Wayne was working a double on the holiday for the extra money and he needed to get some rest, the three of you stopped for the day by midafternoon. After a dinner of pizza freshly delivered from the Hut, Wayne went home for an early night and the two of you started unpacking Eddie’s things.

By the time you and your boyfriend got over to the trailer on Sunday to get the last of his things, Wayne had already left for work. But as soon as Eddie walked into his old room to finish packing, his eyes landed on his old dresser and he broke into a grin.

Just like every year on Easter, there on the top of the dresser was Eddie’s Easter Bucket.

But, unlike the years prior, there was a second, newer looking bucket sitting next to his.

The grin on Eddie’s face was replaced by a look of confusion. He walked over to the dresser and curiously looked inside the second bucket. It took him a second to register what he was seeing, but when he did, his face broke into a delighted smile.

“Hey Y/N?” he called over his shoulder towards the living room. “C’mere a minute!”

A few moments later, you came up the hall and into the bedroom.

“What’s up?” you asked.

Eddie stepped aside so you could see the dresser and he gestured towards the second bucket.

“Uncle Wayne left something for you,” he said, a happy smile on his face.

Curious yourself now, you walked over to the dresser and looked inside the buckets. While Eddie had told you about the traditional Easter Bucket, seeing the bucket wasn’t a surprise, but just like him, you were surprised by the second bucket.

Both of the buckets contained a chocolate bunny and a bag of jellybeans, one bucket had some of Eddie’s favorite candy tucked in the shredded newspaper, and the other contained some of your favorites.

You blinked in surprise, then looked up at Eddie’s beaming face.

“How did he know?” you asked.

“Uncle Wayne asked me what kind of candy you liked a few months back,” he said, eyes shining. “I forgot about it until now when I saw the bucket.”

With wide eyes you looked back down at the contents of bucket. You felt your cheeks heating up with a blush at Wayne’s gesture.

At the beginning of you and Eddie’s relationship, his uncle had initially been wary of you. Over the years, Wayne had become a bit protective of his nephew, especially once the bullying by the town got bad. Sometimes that resulted in him coming across as cold towards you. Despite Eddie’s reassurances to the contrary, you worried that Wayne didn’t like you and didn’t approve of the relationship.

Presently, your boyfriend gently elbowed you in the ribs.

“See?” Eddie said, his voice happy and excited. “Told ya. It just takes him a bit to warm up to people. He was the same way with the guys in the band until he got to know them better.”

Still speechless, you looked up at Eddie with a dumbfounded expression on your face that made him chuckle. He wrapped his arms around you then and pulled you in for a hug before kissing you on the forehead.

“Happy Easter, sweetheart," he said, squeezing you tightly. "And welcome to the Munson family."

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txtaetertots · 1 year ago

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HOPELESSLY DEVOTED 48: the promposal

[ synopsis ] you’re trying to get into your dream school. beomgyu’s just trying to pass a class. the only way to ensure you both get what you want is to work together. very closely.

[ notes ] it’s happening at last 🥹

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Tonight was the night.

YN had planned this night down to every last possible detail. From her outfit, the path they would take, the order in which they’d eat the picnic she prepared, to even which patch of grass they’d lay their blanket on. To say she was nervous was an understatement. If she could describe the way her palms were sweating and ears ringing, she’d say she was likely petrified.

Confessions aren’t the easiest things to do. You’re putting yourself in a vulnerable position by laying all your feelings and emotions down to someone and not knowing what reaction they would have was the scariest part. YN has been assured many times by her friends and members of the club that Beomgyu must have genuine feelings for her. No one could ignore the way his face lit up whenever she entered the room. Or, the way he’d smile like a lovesick fool as he watched her perform. He stuck beside her like gum at rehearsals. His feelings were obvious.

But, YN still had her doubts. She hasn’t experienced being in a relationship throughout high school. She wasn’t sure what signs to look for to determine whether or not someone liked her back. From the beginning, Beomgyu and her both stressed the fact that everything they did was part of the plan to get comfortable with acting as a couple on stage. And their plan worked beautifully. Everyone became obsessed with their dynamic both onstage and off. They had a connection anyone with sense could see.

So, when she was planning her daring promposal with Yunjin, she knew she wanted to pay homage to the place that started it all. The Han River.

Their first “date” was at the Han River, Beomgyu’s favorite place to take his dates. He always chose it because it allowed him to connect with the girls he was seeing. But, no one has ever come close to giving him the same feeling his ex-girlfriend Jieun gave him. Jieun was his first love and the first girl he bared his heart and soul to. Even though it’s been nearly over two years since they broke up, Beomgyu thought about her constantly. It wasn’t until he met YN did he begin to think about her less and less. Eventually, all he could think about was YN. Her smile. Her laugh. Her hair. Her skin. Her voice. Her perfume. Her.

Even at this moment as they walked side by side down the same path they took on their first “date”, all he could do was stare at her. Even when she pointed her phone camera at him, he was looking only at her. All he wanted to do was take in every last moment he had with her while he had the chance.

It wasn’t until they arrived at their destination did Beomgyu realize what was going on. He noticed the path they took, the patch of grass they set up on, and the outfit YN wore. It was just like their first date. He sat beside YN on the blanket, a wide grin on his face as he watched her set up the picnic she brought along.

“What’s all this?” He asked, tone full of wonder.

“I thought it would be really special if we recreated our first date as our last,” YN replied, displaying a shy smile as she tried to avoid looking at Beomgyu as she explained. “We barely knew each other then, but now, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. It’s like coming full circle, no?”

Beomgyu had an expression of utter amazement on his face. She put so much effort into this final “date”. He was touched she went through all this trouble for them. It made the moment even sweeter.

They ate the picnic spread, enjoying laughs and deep conversation. There were a lot of things Beomgyu loved about YN. But, her laughter was one of the best. Knowing she was happy made him feel better about everything that’s been going on the last few weeks. Even though he was miserable trying to figure out what to do about his heart, it brought him peace of mind knowing she was doing just fine.

“So, did you enjoy being a drama kid these last two months?” YN asked, happily popping a grape in her mouth. Beomgyu huffed a laugh, leaning back on his hands on the blanket. He thought for a moment before turning his head to look at YN facing him, legs crossed and the container of grapes in her lap.

“I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would,” he confessed, gaze lingering on the slight blush spreading across YN’s cheeks.

“Uhm,” YN cleared her throat, brushing off her palms before reaching into her picnic bag for the last item she prepared. Beomgyu sat up straight, adjusting his body to face her. She pulled out a green bento box like the kind she always brought for their lunch sessions.

Her fingers fiddled with the lid, hands shaking slightly as she placed the box on her lap. She looked up at Beomgyu, curiosity painted his face. “I brought you something special,” she said.

Beomgyu smiled, taking the box from her hands and holding it in his own lap. He gently propped open the lid, the smile on his face faded as he looked at the contents of the bento.

Four pieces of kimbap lined up; and, on each, a piece of seaweed lettering cutout and placed to spell: PROM?

He looked up at her, eyes wide. YN could feel her chest begin to cave in on itself, the nerves too much to cope with. She took a deep breath, hands reaching down to grip the blanket for some kind of support. It was now or never.

“Ah, I, I uhm,” YN stuttered. Beomgyu reached out, grabbing her hand from the blanket and held it in his own. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, trying to relax her. She gripped his hand, taking one last deep breath before finally coming clean.

“Beomie, I like you,” She confessed, locking eyes with him. “I wasn’t sure whether or not this was just a proximity thing or if I was just too far into this whole situation we’re in. But, now I’m sure. I’m sure that once this is all over, I still want to be close to you. I still want to talk to you and see you like how I do now. I really like you, Choi Beomgyu.”

No turning back. YN fought the urge to run away before hearing what he had to say. The uncertainty in his expression was scary, and she didn’t know what he was thinking.

“Prom is the next big school event after the spring production,” she continued. “It’s a good chance for us to be together and figure out if this is worth pursuing. But, honestly, I think I already know it is.”

Beomgyu remained silent. His shock rendered him speechless. He tried to process everything at once. Now he knows YN feels the same. She’s asking him to prom. She wants to pursue what they could have together, just like him. She wants to be with him the way he wants to be with her. It couldn’t have been made easier for him to decide what to do.

YN anxiously awaited his response, her face hot from the blush. His silence felt like an eternity although it was less than a minute. Within that minute, the mere sound of the river waves and people conversing around them only amplified YN’s uneasiness. But, as Beomgyu adjusted himself, parting his lips slightly, she felt her hope start to flourish. She couldn’t help the way her smile widened, anticipating the answer she had imagined receiving all week.

“YN,” He said softly. His grip on her hand slowly released. “We can’t.”

Her smile dropped almost in an instant. The color from her face draining, gaze falling down to the bento in Beomgyu’s lap. Her vision became hazy as tears began pooling at the brim of her eyes. The sting took her attention off the sound of her own heart-shattering.

“I’m so sorry,” Beomgyu practically whispered. “But, we’re just… not compatible.”

He couldn’t stop thinking about what Yeonjun told him. He was right and Beomgyu hated it. YN’s future was bright, and she couldn’t possibly get to where she belonged if Beomgyu was in her way. He decided there was just no room for him in her future. He thought it would hurt less to follow through with his original plan of stopping things before they manifested into something greater. But, what he didn’t expect was YN taking the leap to ask him to prom and confess. And, as he watched the tears streaming down YN’s face, Beomgyu felt a pain he could barely fight through.

This wasn’t the response YN had been anticipating. Everyone around her had been so sure that Beomgyu felt the same, and she even though she had her doubts, she started to think just maybe it was true. But here she was, sitting in front of him with tears in her eyes as he rejected her promposal in the most gentle way he could. Even then, he was doing his best to be so incredibly kind and attentive to her. And somehow, that just hurt more.

“No, I’m sorry,” YN choked out, wiping her face with her palms. “I should’ve known better than to buy into the act we were putting up. How embarrassing.”

YN tried to laugh it off through sniffles, but the tears just kept coming.

“Wait, YN, that’s not what I meant,” Beomgyu puled. He pushed aside the bento box, trying to reach out to her. But, YN held her hands up, stopping him. She shook her head and began collecting her things.

“It’s okay, Beomgyu, you don’t have to explain,” She sniffled, avoiding eye contact as she got herself up on her feet. “Let’s just leave it at this.”

Beomgyu winced, hearing her refer to him by his full name in that tone. “Where are you going?” His voice was desperate, arm still reaching out to her, hoping she wouldn’t go.

“I think it’s time to call it a night,” She sighed, wiping her last tear. “I’ll see you at opening night. Good luck.”

She walked away, leaving Beomgyu on the blanket alone. He fought back his own tears as he watched her go. There was just no other way this could have ended. It was good it ended. Wasn’t it? This way she can go to New York without worry like she originally planned. This way the distance wouldn’t distract her the way it would him. This way she could focus on her career, reaching the stage she was meant to be on. This way… Beomgyu wouldn’t have to say goodbye to her the way he had to say goodbye to Jieun.

[ note 2 ] i am so sawry

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paperstorm · 7 months ago

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wip wednesday

Thank you for the tags @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @orchidscript and @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad 💛

Just a tiny tease today, because the first chapter of my Carlos/Iris fic is coming tomorrow :)

She tips backwards, flopping down onto the dusty grass and looking up at the sky. It’s a bright day and there are massive fluffy clouds floating through the blue sky like giant puffs of pale cotton candy. Carlos hesitates for a moment and then he lies down next to his new friend – wondering shyly in his mind if he’s allowed to call her that yet.

“Do you like finding things in clouds?”

“Sometimes.”

Iris points up and to the right, her arm crossing overtop of Carlos. “That one looks like a boat.”

Carlos squints and tries to find the one she means. “What kind of boat?”

“A ship with sails. Like in Peter Pan.”

He knows he’s seen that movie but he struggles to remember it, it’s been a long time. His sisters don’t like baby movies anymore so they don’t watch them. “I think I can see it.”

“He never grew up, you know.” Iris folds her hands on her chest.

Carlos turns his head on the ground to look at her, but she’s too close and she’s blurry in his vision. “You don’t wanna grow up?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh.” Carlos looks back up at the sky. A huge cloud floats in front of the sun and makes everything dark and shadowy for a few minutes before it passes. He can’t find any shapes he recognizes in them. He’s still not sure he can see the ship, and wonders if Iris has some kind of special powers. Maybe she could teach him.

Tags under the cut

Tagging @theghostofashton @birdclowns @reyesstrand @carlos-in-glasses

@actual-sleeping-beauty @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos @tailoredshirt @goodways

@alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @freneticfloetry @mooshkat @liminalmemories21

@sznofthesticks @chaotictarlos @whatsintheboxmh @bonheur-cafe

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#911ls fanfic #wip wednesday #paperstorm writes

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kozumaguchi · 2 years ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen Smells

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Ft. Most of JJK, sorry if I missed one of your favs (💜)

Warnings - Unintentional slander of some of your favs, I swear I love JJK.

Yuuji - Yuuji doesn't smell bad per say, he just sweats a lot since he's very active. He doesn't smell strong ever, the only thing that do are his feet... But those are usually covered.

Megumi - He owns cologne, body wash, face wash, and many packs of gum. He's always minty fresh, not overbearing but instead like a mint flavored chapstick.

Nobara - She's overly analytical of herself, so she would be petrified if she smelled bad in public, you won't catch her slipping she's always smelling like tutti fruity jelly beans.

Gojo - He's good at everything he does, so to top it all off he doesn't even try to smell good he just does. He smells like strawberries and cream, and some hate how he doesn't seem to have a flaw.

Nanami - Pencils and fresh books, he just does don't fight me on it because I will win. He may dabble in some light cologne if it's a special occasion however.

Maki - She doesn't really care how she smells, she doesn't think about it. That's why she doesn't have much of a scent at all, she washes her face, wears deodorant, and calls it a day. The only noticeable smell is her citrus scented shampoos that she uses.

Yuta - During JJK 0 he 100% smelled like axe spray... But got called out by Maki and fixed his mistakes. He know smells like cinnamon and firewood.

Inumaki (My husband) - I love him... But he is definetly not a flower and the books confirmed this. He most likely smells like gas stations and soup at best, it's not disgusting but not something people get candles of.

Panda - Smells like fresh grass and summer days or a wet dog if he's caught in the rain. Sometimes he will smell like soup thanks to Inumaki feeding him whatever is for dinner.

Sukuna - Blood, a bit of dead body, but mostly a strong blood scent... Kinda smells like period blood but nobody asks.

Mahito - Smells like hand sanitizer and really overbearing soap, he smells too clean, too the point it's a bit much. Oddly enough his hair smells really bad because he doesn't take care of it.

Geto - Geto smells like dark chocolate with a hint of red wine, he smells expensive which he uses to his advantage if need be. It for some reason lures people in easily.

Todo - Todo smells like protein shakes, Sweat, axe, and orange juice all at the same time. It's a lot but it's not terrible, the dominant smell truly depends on the scenario.

Mai - She uses beautiful perfumes (sometimes over uses), and her hair smells like pineapple even if she is using shampoo that smells nothing like it.

Noaya - Shit he smells like shit because he is a peice of shi- (He actually smells like freshly vacuumed carpet but I hate him so...)

Toji - cum Toji smells like cheap cologne, gasoline, dirt, and rainy days. He smells like a sugar daddy without actually being one because he's broke... So I guess he's just a daddy (He failed at being that too tho... Just saying).

Shoko - She smells like whiskey and cigarettes, mostly cigarettes but that should be assumed.

Ijichi - depression Ijichi smells like a new car, and a fresh basement. He smells like nice cars because he takes care of his very often too make sure its perfect.

Junpei - He used to smell like apple pie and popcorn, thanks to visiting theatres so often. His smell was comforting and captured his sweet nature perfectly.

Miwa - Miwa smells like fresh cookies and wooden stoves, she smells really good and has been complimented on it before. (She blushed for quite a few days after it.)

Rika - Rika smelled like fresh daisies and the first days of winter, her smell was pure just like her soul and heart.

Yoshinobu - He definetly smells like an old man, take that as either moth balls and drug stores, or beef and farts. Either one could suit him.

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tick-clock · 11 days ago

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Welcome to Gold Choco Cuff Cookie's Workshop that he ripped out from the Technology Development Division.

He took a random chunk of the ground to the void and placed his Workshop on it, now it'll float here indefinitely.

He also started picking a few local flora around Earthbread and planted them here. How are they alive? Don't ask me but he's gonna add more in the future.

Go to my blog's introduction (this is where most of my oc's lore and art are)

--- (What I added from new to old) ⬇️

15-11-2024

An entire sign from the Sandwich Store

Started with (top to bottom, left to right):

I've changed the size of the canvas and the position of Gold Choco Cuff Cookie

A giant blueberry bush from the forest around Hollyberry Kingdom

Pastry Peonies

Volcanic Succulent (it's on the table)

Vanilla Beans

Sour Sugar Rafflesia

Cheese Papyrus

String Cheese Grass

Special Stuff that he stole:

Black Velvet Cookie's Helmet (@bloomycali)

11-11-2024

Started with (top to bottom, left to right):

Sleeping Vanilla Orchid White Lily

Jelly Cube Bougainvillea

Star Jelly Flower

Choco Bamboo

Edam Cheese Lotus

Siu Mai Flower

Meat Mandu Flower

Sugar Stick

Tanghulu Flower

Butterfly Flower

#cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #crob #oc #Gold Choco Cuff Cookie

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faeriedewdrops · 1 year ago

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ocean/sea life themed pronouns !

[Image ID: Line of dark purple drawn starfish in a line dividing the text. End ID]

fin/fin/fins/fins/finself

sea/sear/seas/seas/seaself

star/fish/stars/starfish/starfishself

jell/jelly/jellys/jellyfishs/jellyfishself

sea/slug/slugs/seaslugs/seaslugself

oce/ocean/oceans/oceans/oceanself

wa/water/waters/waters/waterself

flo/float/floats/floats/floatself

splish/splash/splishs/splashs/splashself

kelp/kelp/kelps/kelps/kelpself

cor/coral/corals/corals/coralself

ti/tide/tides/tides/tideself

shark/shark/sharks/sharks/sharkself

cra/crab/crabs/crabs/crabself

sting/ray/stings/stingrays/stingrayself

al/algae/algaes/algaes/algaeself

fi/fish/fishs/fishs/fishself

squi/squid/squids/squids/squidself

oct/octo/octos/octos/octoself

sea/bunny/seas/seabunnys/seabunnyself

sea/seal/seals/seals/sealself

ree/reef/reef/reefs/reefs/reefself

wha/whale/whales/whales/whaleself

dol/dolphin/dolphins/dolphins/dolphinself

lemon/shark/sharks/lemonsharks/lemonsharkself

sho/shore/shores/shores/shoreself

sea/angel/seas/seaangels/seaangelself

sea/turtle/turtles/seaturtles/seaturtleself

orca/orca/orcas/orcas/orcaself

aqua/aquatic/aquas/aquatics/aquaticself

wa/wave/waves/waves/waveself

san/sand/sands/sands/sandself

co/coast/coasts/coasts/coastself

sea/grass/seas/seagrasses/seagrasself

ott/otter/otters/otters/otterself

[Image ID: Line of dark purple drawn starfish in a line dividing the text. End ID]

can you tell my special interest is the ocean/sea life ? /hj

requested by: no one !

#sea angel mumbles #pronouns #neopronouns #nounself pronouns #pronoun suggestions #noun pronouns #pronoun list #pronoun ideas

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buffetlicious · 10 months ago

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After our dinner and grocery shopping, was on the way out of the shopping mall when I remembered that I have accumulated enough stamps to redeem a S$3.50 cup of dessert from Nine Fresh (九鲜). I picked the Nine Fresh Signature (九鲜招牌) with mixed bean curd and grass jelly base topped with red bean, green bean, pinto bean, peanut and taro (yam) balls. The staff asked if I want soft or hard peanuts. Soft means stewed peanuts and hard is roasted peanuts. I am glad I went for the latter as the crunchy texture complemented the soft and silky bean curd and grass jelly well.

Mum got the Grass Jelly Special (黑糖芦荟仙草冻) with grass jelly base and topped with aloe vera pearl jelly, black sugar jelly dice, milk ball and taro (yam) balls. She also requested for sweeten red beans (+S$0.70) to be added so it’s S$3.50 in total and I get another stamp added to the rewards card.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 2 years ago

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Can’t Help Falling in Love Chapter 8: Surprise!

Summary: Y/N takes Wanda out for a special day with the goal of proposing at the end of the night

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Y/N, Natasha Romanoff, Pietro Maximoff, Peter Parker

Warnings: May induce tears

Word Count: 2.5K

As Wanda was getting ready for their day out, Y/N managed to sneak downstairs to talk with Natasha, who was sitting at the table in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"We're leaving as soon as she gets dressed," Y/N said.

"You got the ring?" Nat asked as she looked up from her mug. Y/N patted the front pocket of his jeans. "Don't lose it," she smirked.

"The ring or my mind?" he joked.

"Both," she chuckled as she took a sip of her drink.

"Well I guess I'll text you when we're headed back," Y/N said. He turned to head back up to his apartment.

"Hey." He paused to look back at Natasha.

"Don't worry too much. You and I both know she'll say yes." She smiled sweetly up at him as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Thanks, Nat, for everything," he smiled back.

When Y/N returned to his apartment Wanda was sitting on the bed getting her shoes on. She wore a white t-shirt, blue jeans, brown boots, and had her favorite oversized hat and sunglasses next to her. Y/N felt a tad overdressed in his light blue button down, jeans, and brown chukka boots. He anxiously began to roll up his sleeves to make himself feel more casual. She looked up from her boots to him.

"You look nice," she approved as she eyed him up and down.

"So do you," he responded as he pushed his sleeve past his elbow. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

"I'm excited for today," he admitted as he reached his hand out for hers.

"Me too." She gave his hand a comforting squeeze. Y/N felt his heart leap into his throat. It was going to be a long day.

The day couldn't have started any better with lunch at the Hilltop. It was their go-to spot for after mission pick-me-ups. They laughed and reminisced over hot chocolates with whipped cream and stacks of wildberry pancakes dripping with butter and syrup. Y/N found his tension melting away like butter as they ate and talked for ages. After lunch they walked through the quaint village hand-in-hand to the farmers' market by village hall. They walked in silence as they basked in each other's presence and the beautiful spring day. The trees were budding and the air was sweet with the scent of fresh grass.

At the farmers' market Wanda came alive. She loved going from booth to booth talking to the various farmers and sampling their different products. Y/N observed her as she became a completely different person. This was a side of her he rarely saw but absolutely adored, the side of her that wasn't a superhero and wanted nothing more than to have her own quiet piece of land in the country so she could have her own gardens. They spent a couple of hours buying fresh fruits and vegetables, freshly baked pastries, jars of jellies and pickles, freshly cured meats, and, of course, a bouquet of sunflowers. Wanda was beaming as they walked their purchases back to the car. She was planning all the different things she could make with her latest finds.

After they loaded the bags into the car, they walked the two blocks to the Book Nook. It was their favorite local bookshop. Y/N discovered it when he first moved into the Compound and had introduced Wanda to it shortly after they started dating. The shop itself was small. Every wall was crammed with bookshelves that were overflowing with everything from the latest best-sellers to dog-eared paperbacks. Y/N watched as Wanda wandered the aisles, running her fingers across the book spines. She was intentional as she searched through the fiction section. She paused at books that caught her eye, pulling them out to read the summaries on the backs. He half-heartedly did the same. But Y/N was more focused on Wanda: the way she leaned into the bookshelf as she read through the books, how she brushed her hair behind her ear as she bent down to read the titles on the lower shelves, the way she stuck her tongue out when she was concentrating...He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against a shelf as he watched her stretch to replace a paperback from the top shelf. He smiled as he watched her give up, check to make sure no one was looking, and use her magic to send it back up. Wanda suddenly realized that Y/N was staring at her.

"Did you find something you like?" she asked.

"I'm looking right at it." Wanda blushed at his words.

"And why do you like it?" she teased.

"I think you already know." He slowly walked toward her, glancing over his shoulder briefly to make sure they were alone. They were in the back corner of the store hidden between two shelves and the wall.

"Tell me," she coaxed as she played with one of the rings on her finger.

Y/N felt his mouth dry up immediately. His hands felt clammy and sweaty and his heart was pounding in his chest.

"Everything. I like every single little thing. I like the way you light up a room full of people. I like the way you come alive at the farmers' market. I like the way you throw Pietro across the room when he irritates you. The way you hum the same song to yourself when you write up reports, the way you're never afraid to speak your mind, the way you make me feel safe, how you help me to be vulnerable, how you never laugh when I cry at movies, how you hold me when I wake up with flashbacks, how you make me a better man, your kindness, your smile, your laugh. I like everything about you, Wanda. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you." His hands felt numb as he fumbled for the box in his pocket. His whole plan had gone out the window but he didn't care. He was doing this right here and right now. Wanda gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as Y/N dropped to one knee and pulled the velvet box from his pocket. "Wanda, will you marry me?" he asked as he opened the box.

Wanda froze for a second, absolutely gobsmacked by the sight in front of her. As she came back to her senses she began to nod enthusiastically. "Yes," she whispered as tears began to run down her face.

Y/N's legs were shaking as he stood up and removed the ring from the box. He had regained some feeling in his hands but he still worried that he would drop the ring. He reached for Wanda's hand. As he slid the ring on her finger it felt like time had completely stopped. The universe consisted of the two of them, hearts racing and breath shaking, in this infinite moment.

"It's beautiful," she breathed as she admired the sparkling emerald that was resting on the golden band.

Y/N rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand as he held it, making sure to caress its newest addition. "I'm glad you like it," he replied as he smiled down at her.

"I love it."

"I love you."

"I love you too." Wanda wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug.

Y/N wrapped his arms tight around his fiancé not wanting to let her go. He buried his head in her hair as he nuzzled her neck. He was so unbelievably happy. The day had gone perfectly, well...almost perfectly. The romantic waterfront proposal was kaput. He hoped Nat wouldn't be too upset over all her hard work going down the drain.

Knowing it would cause Wanda to giggle, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, leaned back, and lifted her up off the ground. She laughed: it was the most glorious sound he'd ever heard.

"Oh god, we're getting married!" he realized aloud as he placed her back on the ground.

"Yeah," she blushed. "Yeah we are."

Y/N leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. He smiled into her lips, relishing in the ecstasy of the moment. As they broke apart, he saw the radiant smile beaming across her face. He leaned his forehead against hers as he grasped her waist.

"You know, Nat's gonna kill me for screwing up this plan we've been working on all week," he mumbled.

"So is that why everyone's been so weird all week?" Wanda asked, her eyebrows raised in feigned shock.

"Yeah," he admitted. "Nat and Yelena are setting up a picnic for us right now and that's where I was supposed to propose."

"Pietro-?"

"He found out last night. Yelena had him under penalty of death if he spoiled the surprise for you. Everyone knows, actually. I told Nat first. She drove me into the city to buy the ring last week. And we've been working out details since then."

"Well I was definitely surprised. And I'm glad you didn't ask me at a picnic...it would've been such a cliche," she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Since when do you care about cliches?"

"I don't. I just thought it sounded good." She reached up to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"That's my girl," Y/N sighed as he kissed her forehead. "But we should probably get back and-"

"Tell everyone?"

"Yeah."

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The drive back to the compound was full of excitement. Wanda was giddy talking about what her dream wedding from her childhood looked like. Planning the wedding would take a fair amount of time and effort but they were having fun throwing 'what if' scenarios out there.

As they got out of the car and headed towards the Compound, Y/N noticed Pietro and Yelena peeking through one of the windows. Before he could blink Pietro was standing in front of them.

"Hey guys! How's it going?" Pietro was fumbling over his words.

"Good! Why?" Wanda decided to have a little fun with her brother.

"No reason. Well, I mean I thought you two were...y'know...after lunch...'" He was gesturing toward the river with his head and eyes.

"What?" Y/N asked, catching on to what Wanda was doing.

"You know..." Pietro leaned in close to whisper in Y/N's ear. "The plan."

"Plan? What plan?" He looked at Wanda, who shrugged. "No idea what you're talking about. We're gonna put away our food and then go for a walk."

Pietro had a dumbstruck look plastered on his face as Wanda and Y/N headed for the door. They were giggling as soon as their backs were turned to him.

"Wait! Don't go in there!" Pietro yelled as Wanda opened the door for Y/N.

"Too late!" Wanda yelled back as Y/N dashed inside.

The two were doubled over in laughter as they got into the elevator.

"Okay, he was acting a little weird back there, I'll give you that," Y/N relented after he managed to stop laughing.

Wanda shot him a look. "Told you so," she murmured.

When the doors opened, Y/N and Wanda were shocked to see Peter standing in front of them holding a bunch of balloons in one hand as he scrolled on his phone with the other.

"Wha-?" His jaw dropped. "You guys aren't supposed to be here yet!"

'What are you talking about?" Wanda asked.

Peter looked extremely uncomfortable as he struggled to string a coherent sentence together.

"PETER! WHERE ARE THOSE BALLOONS?" Natasha bellowed from the kitchen.

"What on earth?" Y/N wondered as he started walking toward the kitchen.

"Wait! Y/N you can't go in there yet we're not-"

Y/N turned the corner into the kitchen and saw a banner taped to the cabinets that read "CONGRATULATIONS Y/N AND WANDA!"

"Ready..." He weakly finished his sentence as Wanda pushed past him. "Oh man, I'm so in trouble now."

Wanda and Y/N looked at each other, the two of them thoroughly confused as to what was unfolding around them.

"About time you got here, I sent you to get those balloons like what, twenty mi-" Natasha stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Y/N and Wanda standing in front of her. "Umm, what's going on?" she asked.

"I think I could ask you the same thing," Y/N retorted as he looked around the room.

"It's just a..." Nat couldn't finish her sentence. The ring on Wanda's finger distracted her.

"Surprise!" Wanda grinned as she held her hand up to show off the engagement ring.

All chaos broke loose at that moment. Everyone was running up to congratulate Wanda and Y/N on their engagement. She proudly showed off her ring as everyone complimented Y/N on a job well done. Through the commotion Nat managed to pull Y/N aside to tell him that she'd been planning a surprise engagement party for them the whole time.

"If there's any couple that deserved an engagement party it would definitely be you two!" she explained.

They set out the contents of the picnic basket for everyone to enjoy while Tony went out to buy an absurd amount of champagne. The afternoon was spent toasting the happy couple, giving Y/N unsolicited marriage advice, and asking Wanda where she was going to buy her dress. It was the most normal the two had felt in a long time and they were relishing every second of it. The party went well into the evening when the booze finally ran out.

After the party fizzled out everyone headed their separate ways, Wanda and Y/N headed to the elevator at the end of the hallway. As the door shut after Wanda pushed the button to take them back up to their apartments, Y/N came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She shrieked at the unexpected contact and turned over her shoulder to look at him. He was resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you want to know why I asked you to marry me?" Y/N asked.

"Sure," Wanda giggled, placing her hands over his.

"Because your shoulder is the comfiest chin rest ever," he teased as he began swaying the two of them from side to side.

"That's exactly what every woman wants to hear," she groaned as she playfully swatted his hand. He squeezed her tighter in response.

"Don't ever leave me," he whispered as he tilted his head to fully rest it on her shoulder.

"I'm not planning on it, Hemingway." She turned her head to look at him.

"Good. Life's better when you're around."

Wanda couldn't help but smile.

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