#I'll be washing flour out of my hair for WEEKS

[multifandomer537]

//OOC

Today's funfact: in Slovakia, every day in the calendar has 1-3 names written under it. That means that the people with that name celebrate it on that day. It was started as a weather forecast, basically. Take my name, for example. Katarína (Katherine) is on the 25th November, and like all names, has a little saying tied to it: "Katarína na ľade, Vianoce na blate.", which means "Katherine on ice, Christmas on mud", so if it was snowy on my namesday (that's what it's called) it would be muddy on Christmas

Now, today, on 13th December, the name is Lucia (Lucy). This has the saying "Od Lucie do Vianoc, každá noc má svoju moc." so "From Lucy until Christmas, each night has got it's own power." This comes from the belief that 13th December was the day when witches started coming out and casting spells. To protect themselves, the people would pray to Saint Lucy and it started a tradition: young girls from the village would dress up as St. Lucy and go from door to door with goose feathers and sweep out each corner of the house with them to get rid of any evil spirits hidden there, and would draw a cross using flour on the forehead of everybody in the household to keep them safe from the witches. Now it's just a silly tradition done for the laughs.

Our art teacher loves this tradition and picks out a few girls each year to be the Lucy's. This year, my friend was one of them.

when I tell you that bitch personally attacked me with that flour-

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Tears Of The Sky

masterlist

pairing: niklaus mikaelson x female reader

warnings: fluff and kissing, also a pinch of jealous nik

summary: a rainy day with klaus - requested by @viavolterra-wp

a/n: via i'm gonna get to the angst request for klaus but i suck at writing it and i'm trying to come up with something depressing to write about lmao, i hope this fills the void in your soul <3

song: valse sentimentale, op. 51, no. 6 - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky

You groan as you hear your alarm go off. You contemplate on whether or not you should throw it out the window.

"Shut off the bloody alarm," Klaus says from his spot next to you on the bed.

You reach over and press the stop button before looking outside. A smile makes its way to your face when you see the rain pouring down. You turn and kiss Klaus on the forehead, "Nik, get up, it's raining!"

"So?" He pulls the blankets closer to him, effectively ripping them off your body. After dealing with that for so long, you don't even bother trying to steal them back.

"Well, we can't let a good rainy day go to waste, can we?"

"Of course we can, love."

You roll your eyes and huff as you fall back on the bed, "Well, if you don't get up, I guess I'll have to find someone else to spend the day with. Maybe that brunette Salva-"

In an instant Klaus is up and on top of you on the bed, "I think my company would be better than his anyday," he narrows his eyes at you.

"I don't know about that," you push further, "he was good company that one night a few weeks-"

You are cut off as Klaus starts tickling your sides, "What was that, love?"

You squirm under him as you try to break away, "Nik! I c-can't breathe! Stop! Please!" Your laughs make him smile, showing his beautiful dimples that you love so much.

"Hm, since you asked so nicely," he stops and falls next to you on the mattress. His head is resting on his arm and he looks at you with adoration in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he whispers.

Your face heats up at the compliment. "I also think you are very pretty, Mr. Scary Original Hybrid."

He grins, "You think I'm scary?"

"Oh, not at all, you are a soft puppy," you take a hand and squeeze his cheeks.

He playfully scoffs and grabs your wrist, "I am not a puppy."

"Sure you aren't. Anyway, I was thinking we could bake some cookies."

"Great idea, love."

You two get out of bed and go to the bathroom. You both brush your teeth, hair, and after having a small water fight, you wash your faces.

You head to the kitchen with Klaus behind you. You grab a bowl and place it on the counter, "Nik, can you grab the butter, flour, eggs, sugar, and chocolate chips."

He nods and gets them while you grab a whisk, pan, and preheat the oven.

"Thank you." You two now add the ingredients into the measuring cups so everything is prepared. "Okay, do you want to do the honor of pouring the first ingredient," you ask him.

"'Course I do," he grabs the flour and holds it over the bowl.

"Pour it slow-"

It was too late. He flipped the cup upside down and although most four stayed in the bowl, there was a good amount now floating in your faces. Klaus and you swat your hands and cought a bit at you breathe in the flower.

"Oops. Now I know for next time," he shrugs.

"Who says you are going to pour it next time?"

"Me-"

"Let's add the softened butter and eggs now," you put them into the bowl and handed Klaus the whisk. "Stir gently, please."

He nods and as he stirs you slowly pour in the sugar and then the chocolate chips.

"Perfect! We can start rolling them and placing them on the pans."

You two roll them into balls and space them out on the baking pans before putting them in the oven. After washing your hands, you and Klaus go into the living room as he picks a movie, "The Parent Trap? Nik, you know me too well."

"What can I say," he grabs a blanket and tosses it onto the couch. You sit down and cuddle with him on the couch as you wait for the cookies to finish.

The timer on the oven goes off and you stand up, place the oven mitts on, and take the two pans out, putting them on the stove. Nik appears next to you and he goes to grab one but you slap his hand away. "No! They are too hot, Nik. You'll burn yourself."

"Pfft, I'm an Original, love. A cookie isn't going to burn me," he goes back to grab one. You sigh and watch in amusement as he places one in this mouth, jumps around while it burns him, rushes to the garbage to spit it out, and then goes to the sink to spray cold water in his mouth.

"What happened to, 'i'M aN oRiGiNaL, lOvE. a CoOkIe IsN't GoInG tO bUrN mE.'"

He crosses his arms and walks out of the kitchen back to the couch. You laugh and follow him to continue the movie while the cookies cool down.

Now you were laying on a couch in Klaus' art room as he painted you. "Nikkkk, this is taking forever," you groan.

"Don't move, love. I'm almost done."

You think for a moment, "Isn't the butterfly effect crazy?"

He lets out a deep sigh, "Not this again, love. Last time you made my brain hurt."

"It's just like, interesting to think about. If I take one step in another direction, that changes my whole life. That brought me to thinking about other dimensions."

"Other dimensions?"

"Yeah. I heard somewhere that there could be other dimensions where there is every other choice you could possibly have made. That's a lot of dimensions."

"I'm confused," Klaus glances at you and continues to paint.

"Here's an easy example, if there was a fork in the road and I chose one choice option, in another dimension I would have chosen the other."

"Ohh, that makes sense."

"Yeah, so then I was like, wondering if there are several versions on ourselves living on earth in the same timeline."

Klaus drops his head, "Sweetheart, I don't know how much more my brain can handle."

"Okay, I'll save that one for another day. It's hard to explain anyway."

"I'll hold you to that, love. I just finished anyway, come and see," he says excitedly. Although he has hundreds of drawings and paintings of you, he gets just as excited to show you them each time.

You head over to where he was sitting in front of his canvas, "Nik! It's stunning!"

"Not as stunning as you," he winks at you.

"I love it, Nik."

"And I love you," he pulls you to him and places his lips on yours. You pull back after a bit and leave him in a daze.

It's now afternoon time and Klaus said he was going to take you out to dinner. He told you to dress up but you were stuck on picking a dress. There was only one person you could call for help on this matter.

You go and grab your phone, scrolling through the contacts, before calling the number. After about two rings, the call is picked up.

"Bex!"

"Hello, angel," you hear the voice of your best friend come through the phone.

"Bekah, I miss you so much."

"I miss you, too. Is Nik being tolerable? If not I can come and rescue you and we could run away together."

"Yes he is, but I'll take up that offer any day."

"Great! I'll start planning."

"Before you do that, I need your help. Nik is taking me to dinner and I can't pick a dress. I have three top choices but I need you to pick from them, please," you say while grab a perfume you are going to put on.

"Sure! Send me seperate pictures of each one and I'll text you which one I think you should wear."

"Thank you! You're a lifesaver, I love you so much."

"Love you, too. Call me again soon!"

"Of course, bye Bex."

You hand up the phone and send pictures of the dresses. A minute later you get a response from her and you smile. You throw on the dress she picked and you go into the bathroom to do your hair and makeup.

You finish getting ready and put your heels on. You go downstairs and see Klaus on the couch waiting for you. He hears you and turns, he has you clench his jaw to keep it from dropping.

"Are you ready to go, Nik?" You stroll towards him and grab his hand.

He blushes and stutters out a yes. He grabs his car keys and you grab a large umbrella. Klaus grabs you by the waist and speeds you both into the car so you were barely wet.

On the drive there, Klaus let you choose the music - which barely ever happens. You, of course, took that to your advantage.

You get into the diner and the waiter takes you to a booth. You order drinks and Klaus glare as the waiter as he takes your food order.

He walks away nervously and you put your head on your hand as your elbow rests on the table.

"Is it really necessary to glare at the poor boy?"

"Yes it was. He was staring at you."

"Usually when you are talking to a person, you look at them."

"He was stuttering."

"Probably because you were scaring him."

"But-"

"You get jealous too often."

"I can't help it, you are too gorgeous."

"I promise you that you don't have to get jealous, Nik. I love you," you smile at him.

"I love you, too," he grumbles.

The waiter comes back with your food, "H-here you go, enjoy."

You smile at the boy and whisper, "Sorry about him."

He nods and smiles back before walking away.

After Nik pays for the dinner, you too go back to the car. Once you arrive back home, Klaus carries you inside and speeds you to your shared room.

He tosses you onto the bed and goes on top of you. He kisses you so passionately that it speaks so many words.

You tug on his hair in the back and he puts a hand on your waist and one resting on the bed next to your head.

He bites your bottom lip and slides his tongue against it. You open your mouth and move your tongues against one another. You both pull back breathlessly after a few minutes.

"I've been waiting for that all night," Klaus says.

"Of course you have. Do you want to get ready for bed?"

"Sure," he kisses your cheek and rolls off of you.

Klaus speeds to the bathroom across the hall to get ready and you use the one in this room. You take off the makeup and jewelry. You do your nighttime routine and throw on one of Klaus' shirts and a new pair of underwear.

You hop into bed and pull the cover over you. Klaus joins you and you hand him the remote, "You can pick what we watch this time."

"Hmm, decisions, decisions."

He finally picks a movie and you are surprised to see it was Twilight. "You enjoyed the movie?" You recall back to when you introduced him to the saga and he seemed like he hated it the whole time.

"Not exactly, but it's fun seeing the way they made vampires and werewolves."

"Touché."

You lay your head on Klaus' chest while he plays with your hair. Your eyes flutter shut about an hour and a half into the movie. He kisses your head and whispers, "Goodnight, my love," before falling asleep.

[lovelytsunoda]

cake is definitley a form of self-care // charles leclerc

summary: the last month has been rough for both of them, so now that they're both home, together, with no obligations, charles has a really great (but also really dumb) idea a.k.a, baking with charles

australia was one of the longest weekends of charles leclerc's life

all that he wants is to be back home with y/n

but when he gets back to monaco, he's a little hurt to realize that she is in no condition for a fun date night

it's been a long week for her as well, and she's an emotional wreck

throwing herself into his arms as soon as he walks through the door

and they both flop down on the bed, charles hasn't even taken his shoes off yet

and neither of them have the energy to move, arms wrapped around each other, heavy breathing as they inhale the scent of the other's body spray

bath and body works for her, the signature scuderia ferrari scent for him.

"long week?"

"yeah. but probably not as long as yours."

"do you want to talk about it?"

"not really. you?"

"if i talk about the race, i think i'll cry."

neither of them want to waste a long awaited day together by lying in bed and wallowing in self pity

but neither of them really want to do anything else either.

"how can i make this better, my love?"

and that's how they found themselves in the kitchen, converting american measurements to european ones to try and make a cake that they found on the good housekeeping website.

"babe, that looks like an awful lot of canola oil. are you sure that's the right conversion?"

flour is dropped in hair, butter smeared on faces

they almost forgot that they were in bad moods in the first place

her bad week melted away as soon as charles spilled egg yolk down the front of his crew neck

and charles forgot all about the race when the bag of flour spat the fine white ingredient all over his girlfriend's body

miraculously, they managed to make the cake without burning the apartment down

and it was edible

so a win win, especially since both parties are in a signifcantly better mood

ending the morning with shower sex to wash all of the cooking ingredients off before they have to scrub cake batter and egg yolk out of hoodies and sweats

[uhswag]

cupcakes

charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: you decide baking with charles would be a good idea...

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, literally. (i hope someone gets this pun)

a/n: ok first imagine ever hi! hope you all will like it :) it's p short (700 words), and this is like barely proof read bc i'm lazy LOL. anyway enjoy! xoxo bugs 💋

it was the first week of summer break and you were home, but bored, so what do you do when you're bored? you bake.

you walk into the kitchen and grab all the necessary ingredients from the cabinets and set them out on the counter. just as you're getting ready to start, charles walks into the kitchen.

"oooh what are you baking today baby?" charles asks curiously, walking towards you while inspecting the array of ingredients across the counter.

"i think i wanna bake cupcakes. care to join me?" you flash smile, knowing what his answer will be.

charles smiles back and pulls you in for a hug "of course, it would be my pleasure."

"wait." he blurted, face going blank.

"what?" you question somewhat nervously, looking at him. confused as to why his face was full of concern.

"i'll be right back!" he shouts, running off into another room.

you stand at the counter confused, until he walks back into the kitchen wearing his red bandana to keep his hair out of his face.

"ok, now i'm ready" he breathed, slightly out of breath from sprinting across the flat to find his bandana.

you laugh in response as he comes over to you, ready to start baking.

"alright but before we start, no fooling around. i actually want these cupcakes to taste good" you say sternly, pointing a slight finger at him.

"don't point fingers at me," he says sassily, pointing his finger right back at you. "you're looking at world class baker right here, thank you very much."

"right…" you hum, raising your eyebrows and smirking as you start to measure out the ingredients.

to your surprise, charles was being an excellent sous-chef, and the cupcake batter was finished with ease.

as you get ready to portion the batter into the tray to bake, charles tries to taste the batter with his finger, but you swat his hand away giving him a glare.

"owww" charles whines sarcastically.

"be patiennnt. and stop being a baby, i know that didn't hurt." you say, rolling your eyes at his childish antics.

he tries to dip his finger in the batter again to taste it, but this time you toss some excess flour you had on the side towards his face. a risky move, but definitely worth it as you can't contain your laughter when you look over at him. the white powder was fully coating his face, hair, and colorful bandana, whilst also leaving a white trail all down his clothes. he looked like a walking powdered donut.

charles stood there with a blank, yet shocked, expression as he starts to move towards you. "two can play at this game, mon amour."

you realize what is about to happen as charles reaches for the jar of icing on the counter. your best attempt to run away led to no avail, as charles smears a fat glob of vanilla icing across your cheek. you try to protest, but charles held you tight as he continues to spread the icing all over your face.

once he is finally done, he pulls away with a cocky grin, looking like a satisfied artist staring at his painting. just as you are about to scold him, he cups your cheeks and compliments, "how are you still so beautiful with icing all over your face?"

grateful the icing was hiding the warm blush that formed on your cheeks, you laugh pushing away from him, "enough with your corny shit, this icing feels disgusting."

"why? it's just like a facial, and i know you love those." he chimes, shooting you a wink.

rolling your eyes, you walk away towards the bathroom to wash the sugary mess off your face, while charles attempts to fix up the kitchen.

both of you freshened up, and as you walk back into the kitchen, you notice the counter is covered in rainbow sprinkles. but as you get closer, you notice the sprinkles were aligned to spell: "i love u".

you look over to charles, who is standing next to you, smirking with pride at his sprinkle art.

"ok maybe i like your corny shit, i guess i love you too," you smile pulling him in for a kiss.

[izukuisbaby]

hello🦢 may I have a few of the MHA/BNHA boys with a S/O that scares easy?

especially if they are doing something they like,,,reading? cooking? cleaning? reader is in %100 so please make your presence known before you get to close :) if not you might get a punch to the mouth 😊

(can you use less characters? I want you to write a bit more on this one, you don't have to of course!!)

⊹˚.⋆ WITH AN S/O WHO GETS SCARED EASILY - MY HERO ACADEMIA

A/N : HELLO BABY thank you for supporting my blog it means a lot ilysm<33 also this is my first take on drabbles I hope it's not too horrible, I also only did bakugo and shiggy let me know if you wish for a part 2 I'll try to post it next week:)

includes : shigaraki, bakugo

requests open | masterlist | rules | prompt list

⊹˚.⋆ TOMURA SHIGARAKI

you were peacefully reading on the couch of your shared apartment with your cat on your lap. suddenly you felt hands (eight fingers to be precise otherwise you'd turn into dust and no) violently landing on your shoulders and your heart skipped a beat. your cat literally FLEW away from your knees and hid in your bedroom. "SHIGGY WHAT THE FUCK" you were shaking. AND HE WAS CACKLING ??!!! "TOMURA THAT'S SO NOT FUNNY YOU KNOW I HATE WHEN YOU DO THAT". he feels bad a little and he gets all pouty😐.

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"I'm sorry y/n I just think it's cute how you get startled easily" and he makes that :// face. he engulfs you into a bear hug and carries you out of your armchair to your bedroom. He turns the TV on and puts on Netflix while you get under the covers. You were still shaking a bit and your eyes were glistening in the dim light the screen was projecting into the room. Tomura gets in bed too and lies down close to you. He wraps his right arm around your shoulders, signaling you to come closer. He kisses your forehead softly and apologizes one more time "I'm sorry baby I love you".

⊹˚.⋆ KATSUKI BAKUGO

you and bakugo love cooking together and today you were baking cookies since you heavily craved some. katsuki went to grab some flour in the cellar while you were looking for the little bit you have left in the cupboard. "KATSU I THINK WE HAVE ENOUGH FLOUR AFTER A-" and you let out a high-pitched scream when this dumbass went "BOO" behind your back😐. you were in such a state of shock that you didn't even notice that flour got all over the two of you, your clothes, your hands, YOUR HAIR.

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Katsuki was laughing his butt off : "for once I'm not the one who's covering you in white" he said with a chuckle. "Come on let's get you cleaned up princess", your eyes were glimming because of the tears that were threatening to pour out of your eyes and he noticed. "Look I'm sorry princess I didn't mean to make you cry but at least karma got me I have flour all over myself too" he said trying to reassure you with a smile. He carried you bridal style to the shower and softly and lovingly undressed you. He warmed up the shower so you would not get cold. He got towels and a warm bath robe for you then stepped into the shower with you. He was so careful with your hair and respected your hair wash routine thoroughly. he's a literal sweetheart even though he would never straight up admit that he's wrong.

© izukuisbaby. reblogs appreciated ! although do not modify, copy or claim as your own or repost without creds

[scorchieart]

Hi there! I'm just a nobody who reblogs a lot especially ikerev and ikepri stuffs, haha! And this is my first time requesting (under ikepri topic).

Now if it's okay, please do this random thought I have in mind where the princes (all 8 of them and Sariel) see their first newborn nephew(s)/niece(s) and what's their reaction.

Take your time and stay safe!

Thank you in advance 💕

Hi there! You're definitely not just a nobody, friend! ❤️ Thank you very much for your request, it's so dopey sweet!

All of them is a bit much in one go (plus I'm not even sure Sariel has any siblings to begin with. Let's be honest, he'd be more like a grandpa to the princes' children), so let's go with the odd princes for now. Maybe I'll make a part 2 in the future!

Edit: Whoop! Here's that Part 2 with the even-stevens!

Jin, Clavis, Yves & Nokto Meeting Their Newborn Niece/Nephew

I didn't know who to make the father, so feel free to insert your preferred suitor(s) in these happy little scenarios. And do tell me who you imagined for them, I'd love to hear ^^

Jin Grandet

Jin couldn't hide the giddy grin that splashed his features all week, though if we're being honest he wasn't trying to.

And how couldn't he? His little brother, soon-to-be-father, finally found happiness with another, and from that happiness sprouted a new life full of love and joy. Jin didn't think he could be happier even if he were in his brother's place.

When the day finally arrives, it takes all his willpower to keep from bursting into the delivery room. The first moments should be reserved for those three, of course, and Jin wanted the new family to start out as perfectly as they deserved. To pass the time (and occupy his thoughts) he busies himself with the paperwork he took over for his brother.

Before the sixth candlestick completely burned out, his brother swipes the document Jin was reviewing out of his grasp and smirks. "I can't tell which of us has bigger bags under his eyes," he jokes.

Jin laughs along and lets his brother take the lead. Even though there was still an hour before dawn, the halls bustle with servants and nobles zipping to and fro in lively excitement. But the two brothers manage to weave their way through the crowd with relative ease, pausing now and then only to pick up more of their brothers along the way.

The eight royals huddle outside the delivery room with heightened anticipation. The new father thanks them all for attending and apologizes for keeping them up so late for the occasion before turning to Jin.

"We decided, as the oldest, you should be the one to meet him first," he says. Jin looks at his other brothers worriedly, but upon seeing their consenting smiles and nods accepts and enters the room.

The new mother smiles softly and dips her head lightly at his entrance. When Jin reaches the edge of the bed, she extends the bundle in her arms towards him and he picks it up carefully, cradling her precious little newborn.

And what a little newborn he was! Perched in the crook of his elbow, the boy was no bigger than his forearm. With a tiny nose and wispy hair like his father, the baby melts Jin's heart as effectively as the embers on those candlesticks.

"Look familiar?" his brother asks, and Jin answers by pulling him into a hug with his free arm.

Clavis Lelouch

Clavis mulls by the door, pacing back and forth until he's sure he's left a mini trough in the marble tiles. How utterly inconceivable, how could they not invite him the moment the baby was born!

His brother sure is lucky he's already used up all his banana peels and flour bags that morning. All Clavis had left on hand were the wind-up rats filled with rattling beans and the air horn in his pocket, but even he knows loud noises aren't appropriate at the moment.

At last the door opens a crack and his brother pokes his head out with a dubious gaze. Clavis halts his steps and grins back.

"You washed your hands?" his brother asks.

"Twice! And with plenty of soap," Clavis says.

"No pranks?"

"You wound me, brother dear. Uncle Clavis has no need for such pointless flippancies anymore."

"You promise you'll be on your best behavior?"

"I wouldn't have stayed quiet this long if I wasn't."

"Then keep quiet. Ten minutes. She needs to be put to bed after." His brother pushes the door further and Clavis slips in. The room is dark save for the sliver of dawn peeking in through the curtains, but it pales in comparison to the light burgeoning from the bed.

Clavis silently approaches with the skill of a lifetime of sneaking and snooping, only this time the smile he wears is devoid of any semblance of mischief. He folds his arms under his new niece and cradles her like a freshly ground sack of flour, only not quite as weighty.

He can feel his brother's hardened gaze on his back as he gently sways in place, but after waiting outside the door all night nothing could dampen his mood now. He dips his head to the yawning infant and plants a soft kiss on her chubby peach cheeks.

"Such amusing havoc we shall wreak together, you and I," he whispers.

The baby reaches her tiny hand out and clutches the lump in Clavis's breast pocket, setting off the screaming air horn and making her father and uncle scream even louder.

Yves Kloss

So much to do and so little time! He still needs to mix the jam for the cake filling, frost the pink mini cupcakes, set the blueberry pie out to cool, dust powdered sugar over the scones... and not to mention plate everything!

How his brother thought he'd manage to complete it all from the moment his wife went into labor, he'd never know.

Alright that was a lie. Yves holed himself up in the kitchen the second he heard the servants running through the halls screaming "The baby's coming!" His brother was none the wiser, but then again there definitely wasn't much else on his mind at the moment. The least Yves could do was make sure the new mother and father would have something warm and full of love to eat when the hard part was over.

But that still doesn't absolve them from making him want to dote on them so much! Honestly, the next time he sees those two he's going to give them a right good—

"Prince Yves?" a servant calls. Yves jumps, a plentiful helping of powdered sugar settling over him like fresh snow as he turns to face him. "Your brother is calling for you."

Yves drops the sift and nearly trips over the sugar bag as he races out the kitchen door. Maids and butlers part his path as he barrels down the halls and up the stairs to the delivery room, vision shaky and breath catchy.

At last he reaches the door. His palms are sweaty as he reaches for the knob and pushes, but soon it's his eyes that moisten when he sees his brother and his lovely wife beaming from inside.

Yves loses all feeling in his legs, so his brother holds his hand, walks him to the bed, and transfers the snoozing bundle from his wife's arms to his shaking brother. "Relax, it's only your nephew," he reassures.

Yves inhales deeply and forces his arms to stop trembling. What a disgrace, he thought to himself, tumbling like a leaf in front of an infant. Where was all that dexterity and control he had back in the kitchen?

But the moment he sets his eyes on the baby the jitters return, but this time out of immense joy. The boy looks so delicate and frail, with skin so warm and cheeks so fluffy Yves can't help but compare him to the most delectable of pastries fresh from the oven.

The baby opens his bright eyes and extends his arm towards Yves's dangling earring.

"Silly one, that isn't for you," Yves laughs, tilting the earring out of reach. He's finally found his voice and feels confidence coursing through his veins. "But perhaps in the future, we can discover your own style together. How does that sound?"

A dusting of powdered sugar trickles down on the baby as Yves moves his head. He sneezes directly into Yves's face.

Nokto Klein

His brother is the first to greet him when he steps off the carriage. Nokto worries something terrible happened with the way his brother came to collect him, but the soft smile on his face puts those fears to rest as quickly as they had come.

"A daughter?" Nokto exclaims. His days traveling the continent the past 5 months were filled with so little rest that Nokto barely had a chance to digest letters from back home, but even a declaration of war couldn't stop him from remembering he'd become an uncle.

"A surprise. For your homecoming," his brother says. "Well, it was her idea."

Suddenly, Nokto forgets his exhaustion as his brother leads him through the gates and up to his room. The cries that flood from the door grab whatever remains of his fatigue and catapults it.

It looks like all that sleepiness landed on the mother, because the moment the door opens Nokto sees her tiredly rocking her child surrounded by a legion of maids all looking seconds from collapsing. His brother crosses to his wife, plants a chaste kiss on her head, then lifts their wailing daughter from her arms.

"Sorry, I thought she'd still be asleep. I'll bring them back later, so for now get some rest," he says sweetly.

"'Them'?" Nokto asks, still rooted in the doorway.

"You'll want to properly congratulate my wife, won't you?" he replies, exiting the room patting the screaming child. By the time the baby ceases her tears, they are out in the garden sitting on the settee underneath the newly blossomed cherry tree.

"You have questions?" his brother asks, tickling his daughter's chin. She giggles and stares up at her still shell-shocked uncle.

"Namely how you managed to keep this secret," Nokto says.

"She was barely showing by the time you left. We knew your journey wouldn't be an easy one, and we wanted to respect the dedication that went in your decision and hold off until your return."

Nokto lets out a small laugh to hide his reddening cheeks. "You know it's thanks to go-getters like me that you're even able to settle down like this."

"I know," his brother says, smiling again. "Would you like to hold her?"

Nokto nods, and the moment the baby slips into his arms he feels the exhaustion drown him again. Her perfect little features, so tiny and benign, remind him of the simplicity of childhood that's since escaped his thoughts years ago. As he watches her yawn and close her bright eyes, he wonders how he'll manage to talk his way out of having leave on another business trip in the future.

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

White Lies (Pt. 10 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Candle Lights

Keanu is driving back home after your third antenatal class. You enjoy them, but most of the things they say you already know. But it's not their fault you and Keanu do a lot of reading and research, and your doctors keep you updated. But you want to keep going.

“I'm thinking about a cesarian.” You tell Keanu, both hands cupping your bump.

“What?” He glances at you, and his face makes you giggle. “You have to be kidding me.”

“Why?” You ask, stretching your arm to touch the back of his neck.

“Because labor is something natural. Your body knows what to do.”

“Yeah, it just hurts like a bitch.” You snap back, playing with his hair.

“I know.” He sighs. “It's your call. You're the one delivering the baby.”

“I'm not sure yet. But we still have time.” You're currently in the middle of week 18. You feel more comfortable, and you have more energy now. The bump already shows depending on what you wear, but there's still a long way to go. “And we need to talk names, by the way.”

“I thought we decided on Clarissa or Henry.”

“Yeah, but we gotta be one hundred percent sure. Are you one hundred percent sure?”

“Now that you're talking about it, no.” Keanu giggles, a hand coming to lay on your thigh. “What were the other options?”

“Sophie, Nicole, Ethan, and Liam.” You recite them, looking at the landscape outside your window.

“They're all great. But... Liam. I like Liam. Or Sophie.” He takes a turn left, entering the condo.

“I like them too.” It's always like this. Whenever you bring this up, you just can't decide. “Maybe it'll get easier once we know the sex. Because we're clueless so far.”

“Do you want one of those parties where the sex is revealed?”

“No. It's not like I'd know the guests so...” Pushing this thought back before it starts bothering you, you sigh. “Let's just keep it between us. The rest of the world will find out eventually, but let it happen when it happens.”

“Alright.” As he slows down and stops to wait for the garage door to open, you see Mrs. Jackson walking to her front door. She spots you and waves. You immediately remember the amazing brownies she makes, and you suddenly need it.

“I'll go say hi.” You tell Keanu before leaning for a kiss and stepping out of the car.

Mrs. Jackson is a kind old lady who lives with her husband in the house on the left. When she sees you coming her way she stops, smiling. “Hello, (Y/N). Good morning.” Her long white hair is being blown by the wind, and she keeps it off her face with a hand.

“Good morning, Mrs. Jackson. How are you today?” Smiling, you hug her.

“You can call me Anne, child, it's alright.” She immediately touches your belly. “And how is this tiny little human? Are you eating well, honey? Exercising?” She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head at your house. “Is your husband taking good care of you?”

“Yes, yes, and yes.” Giggling, and blushing a little, you nod. “I have weekly appointments with my nutritionist, Keanu and I take a walk every morning around the neighborhood and he's being absolutely amazing.” You say with a sigh, your heart beating a little faster just at the mention of him.

“Are you falling for him?” With both hands on her hip, Mrs. Jackson inquires, a funny expression on her face. She knows about the accident since she has become a friend of yours.

“I am.” You mutter, biting your lip.

“That's true, genuine love, sweetie. Even after forgetting him, you're falling for him all over again.” She has a teasing look on her face that makes you blush even more.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that. In the beginning, I really thought we'd end up divorced.”

“Honey, you don't know the way Keanu looks at you.” She shakes her head no, taking your arms and pulling you to a seat on the steps that lead to her porch. “When you came for dinner earlier this week, I could see it clearly. He looks at you like you're his whole world.” Running a hand through your hair, you look down. “That man loves you with all his heart, I have no doubt.” She puts an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah...” You mutter, a low chuckle leaving your lips. “Oh, sorry for yesterday's noise. We're changing a few things in the house for the baby and also working on the decoration. Since we just moved and everything is happening at the same time...”

Anne furrows her eyebrows a little, tilting her head to the side. “Honey, Keanu has been living here for a little more than a year before you came. It was a surprise to me as it was for everyone to find he was married.”

Mimicking her expression, you start thinking, counting. Keanu said you came here only a few weeks before the accident. “Well... We were keeping it a secret. He's a public figure so the goal was to keep the marriage private for as long as we could. But the accident happened.” The words come out slow, as you try to understand what she means by that. A year... It can't be.

“I don't blame you for doing that.” Squeezing your shoulders a little, she smiles. “People can be very intrusive with celebrities.”

“Keanu's fans are great. We bumped into some on our way to the Walmart a while ago. And Ke was kind, as always.”

“That man is a rarity.”

“He is.” Smiling, you look at her, remembering about your current craving. “Oh, do you think you can make some of those chocolate brownies?” You ask, pouting a little. “I hate to give you trouble but I really want them.”

“Don't worry, child.” Anne giggles, taking your hand in hers. “I'm retired for way too many years and I enjoy having something to do.”

“Thank you!” Pulling her into a hug, you place a kiss on her cheek. “I gotta go now.” Pushing yourself up, you jump to the sidewalk. “Important talking about this little one's name.”

“Won't you tell me the options?”

“Nope!” Winking at her, you start walking backward. “It's going to be a surprise.” With another wave, you turn around and head home.

Keanu is in the kitchen, starting with the preparations for dinner. Homemade pizza night, and he's just starting to make the dough. Moving to seat on the kitchen island, you're just about to ask how you can help when what Anne said comes back. That was certainly weird, but you don't think Keanu would lie to you like that. “Ke...” You make a small pause when he looks at you over his shoulder. “Mrs. Jackson said you were living here for like a year. But you told me we came to New York a few weeks before the accident.”

He stops, both his hands dirty with flour. There's something in his face you can't read, as Keanu avoids looking at you. “We bought the house about a year ago. I used to come and spend a day or two because of work, but we only actually moved when you found a good job here.” He speaks slow, only lifting his eyes when he's done speaking. You work with social services, and he said that your job is secure for when you're able to go back.

“Got it.” You mutter, furrowing your eyebrows a little. “Are you alright?” Getting up, you walk over him. Once you're close, he has no choice but stares into your eyes. Wrapping your arms around his midsection, you tiptoe to kiss him.

“I'm great.” When you step away, Keanu touches your nose in a quick motion, getting it dirt with flour.

“I can't believe you did that.” You giggle, stretching your arm to shove your fingers inside the bowl before showing them to your husband. “If you don't apologize, sir, I'll paint all this pretty face of yours.”

“Is it a threat?” Keanu inquires, raising an eyebrow.

“It's a promise.”

“Alright then.” He chuckles before cupping your face with both hands, getting your cheeks and jaw covered in flour.

“You're playing with fire!” You shout, running your fingers through your face before reaching for the bowl and taking a handful of flour that you succeed to half throw it at him, with half of it falling on the sink. He holds your dirty hand, some parts of his hair all white. “You're messing with the wrong pregnant lady, babe.”

“I surrender.” He says in between giggles, hands raised. “I'm completely at your mercy.”

Squinting your eyes at him, you only grunt before washing your hands. “Let me help you.” You say as you grab the dishcloth, damping it before starting to clean Keanu's face.

“No. Let me do this for you. Just sit there looking beautiful.” Once you're done with his face, you clean yourself the best you can.

“Only if I get to see you around the kitchen looking handsome.” Sassing back, you leave the dishcloth on the sink and head back to your place at the kitchen island. You love helping him, but you decided to let him do his thing this time.

By nightfall, the pizzas are in the oven. All three of them, despite knowing you won't eat that much. But one is for Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, and the other two will probably cover up all meals for a while. That if Keanu doesn't bug you with eating super healthy on every single meal. The brownies arrive too, and you thank Anne a lot as you bite one of them.

The only thing to ruin the night, well, that got close to, was that the sudden violent wind caused a blackout. You were eating at the kitchen table when it happened, and Keanu left to check if there was anything he could do. There isn't, but he did find some candles and the pizza night became a lot more romantic instantly.

Right now, already satisfied after two slices only, you admire his face in the different lighting, his hand holding yours over the table.

“We should go out. Like a date.” He suggests, and it makes your smile grow wider. “If that's alright with you.”

“Of course it is. We're married.” Shrugging your shoulders, you notice the subtle change on his face. You never get it, it's a mystery. “Ke, what's wrong?” It's not the first time it happens, but even though you're getting to know him, learning to read his expressions, this one is still difficult.

“Nothing, beautiful. It's nothing.” He assures you in a low voice. “Do you wanna head upstairs? A shower lit by candles must be quite an adventure.”

He always does that. He says it's nothing and changes the subject... But you guess it's alright. Maybe Keanu remembers the accident. The wife he lost that day. Or maybe something you shared before that's completely gone for you. “Great.”

“You can go first. I'll clean this up.”

“Leave the dishes to me. I can do them tomorrow.” You say as you walk past him, a hand on his shoulder. “You already made dinner for us.”

“Alright.” He agrees and you smile before going upstairs.

Showering with nothing but candles to light up the bathroom is weird, and you almost slipped. And that you'll never tell Keanu or else who knows what he'll do. But it was different. Once you're done, you leave the bathroom loosening the bun you had your hair in, letting it down. “Your turn with the medieval style shower.”

“I didn't know they had bathrooms like this back then.” Keanu snaps at you, smirking.

“You couldn't just go with it, could you?” Rolling your eyes, you walk over the slide glass door that leads to the balcony, just to watch as the wind still rushes through.

“Absolutely not.” It's the last thing you hear before the door closes.

With your eyes on the street down there, you hope this wind won't bring anyone trouble by tomorrow. At least the news said the weather will get better in a couple of days.

After some minutes watching the threes bending under the weight of the wind, you walk back to the bed, sitting on the edge. This place is feeling more like home as the days go by, and you're falling back into the life you once had. And it's good. Despite all the medicine you still take, the endless appointments, and a very, very overprotective husband, everything is good. More than that, actually. It does bring you relief to know you were this happy before. That you weren't alone, that you somehow managed to find someone so amazing. You know it was probably difficult in the beginning, with him being a public figure, and so many years older, but look where you are now. It was worth it. It ended up in the best way possible. And you couldn't ask for anything else.

“Lost in thoughts?” His voice startles you, as he comes from the bathroom.

“A little.” Getting on your knees on the bed, you cross it until you're face to face with him. Well, he's still taller, but you don't mind. You like it a lot, actually. Smiling you wrap your arms around his neck. “But they were good thoughts.”

“That's good to know.” He whispers, and you can't resist the proximity, so you just kiss him.

It was supposed to be just a quick thing, soft and sweet, but it soon becomes too needy. You shouldn't be this needy, and you don't know where it comes from. But it doesn't take much until you're awkwardly wrapping your legs around his waist, but the sudden change of balance makes you fall back on the bed, giggling through the kiss. But you don't mind. You don't want this to stop.

But you sigh when Keanu pulls away, opening your eyes to look at him, his eyes barely lit by the two candles, one on each nightstand. “What?” You ask, your voice a little weak, you're not sure why.

“If we keep this going...” His voice fades, and you feel when he removes some of his weight from you. He wasn't crushing you, but you were feeling all of his body. “...I don't think we'll be interrupted this time.”

You get what he means. There won't be calls this time, nothing too put a stop to whatever is going to happen. But you don't care. He's your husband, and you're falling for him. You want this. “I don't want it to be interrupted, Ke.” You tell him, thanking the darkness because you're sure you never blushed this much.

“Are you sure you want this?” A thunder almost clouds his voice, but you manage to hear it.

It's kind that he still wants to know how you feel. Keanu doesn't push you, he never has. It suddenly snaps that you love him, that this is right. “I'm sure.” You whisper back, eyes closing again when Keanu leans in for another kiss.

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[violetlou2020]

DAY 02 of @flufftober2021

Sneaking Out Together

Title: In this Moment [Chapter 1]

Author: Vividly_Violet

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers | 東京卍リベンジャーズ

Rating: General

Relationship: Mikey | Sano Manjirou/Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Mitsuya Takashi & Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Hanagaki Takemichi & Toman Gang

Word Count: 1864

Chapter 1

School just ended and Takemichi wanted nothing more than to go home, eat dinner and then pass out on his bed. It's been a tiring week what with the constant chaos his life has turned out since joining Toman and subsequently dating its leader.

Even before he joined the gang he was already a trouble magnet as the rest likes to call him. Attracting unwanted attention especially from other delinquents that has him ending up bruised and hurting, it's made 10x worst with Mikey added in the equation since anyone who has a grudge against Tomans president or wanted to increase their street cred keeps targeting him since word got out of their relationship thanks to said leader blabbering their status to everyone they meet as a form of showing his possessiveness.

He also has a very punchable face as Baji would laughingly put it and Chifuyu couldn't even refute nor defend him from that statement. At least tomorrow was the weekend. The mizo middle all have different plans for tomorrow, Toman doesn't have any scheduled meeting or any upcoming fight, Mikey and his sister along with their Grandfather are suppose to go on a trip today according to Hina who heard it from Emma herself. So no clingy boyfriend trying to monopolize his time. Finally. A weekend all to himself.

Or so he thought.

"What are you all doing here?" he asked flatly at the crowd gathered in front of his house.

"Takemitchy~ why a sleep over of course!" Mikey exclaimed excitedly.

"Sleepover? I didn't hear any of this. Weren't you and your family supposed to be on some trip." the teen exclaimed.

"Bailed on them, why do I have to hang out with them when I can spent my time with you." Takemichi blushed at that but shook his head. No he will not fall for Mikey's cliche yet none the less sweet words.

"But why at my house, no one informed me of any sleep over."

"Huh, didn't Mikey texted you." Draken asked.

"I didn't received any." Draken turned Mikey.

"Oi didn't I tell you to inform Takemitchy." the taller teen smacked their leaders head.

"Ehh I forgot. Uhhg you keep hitting me, that's why I keep forgetting things." Mikey whined.

"You've been hit by a freaking metal pipe before, the hell does my smack have anything to do with you not texting Takemitchy." Draken hissed at the shorter boy.

"It does so!"

"Why you—"

"I guess we couldn't impose on you like this." Mitsuya said side eying their commander and vice commander who were now pulling at each others hair.

"Who cares we're here, might as well get on with it." Baji said pushing himself from the crowd towards the front door before Chifuyu stopped him.

"Baji-san we came here unannounced. That's rude."

"Sorry for the trouble." Mitsuya apologized. Bless the only reasonable man in Toman, Takemichi thought.

"Ahh no no, don't apologize Mitsuya-kun, it's okay. We can uhh have the sleep over." Takemichi quickly said.

"You don't have to—"

"No, no its really okay. You guys are already here. It'll be rude to turn you away plus— wait where are they?"

"Huh? Oh those guys." the pale lavender haired teen sighed and face palmed as he watch his friends make their way into the house without letting its resident welcome them in.

"How'd you open the door!" the awfully blonde haired teen exclaimed.

"I have a copy pf your key!" said Mikey spinning the key on his finger.

"How!?"

After Takemichi successfully convinced Draken to take the key and compromising that he'll be the one holding it, much to Mikey's pouting or threat all of them gathered in the spacious living room.

"So what are we gonna do?"

There was a chorus of "Movies"

"Video Games"

"Board Games"

"Food"

There was a short pause. Everyone looking at each other and before you knew it the gang erupted into a shouting match on what to do first with Mikey loudly whining about being hungry as he threw wrappers on the others head and Baji almost breaking a vase. It continued for a while until Takemichi had enough of it.

"SHUT UP!"

Everyone quieted down, not used to seeing the crybaby loose their temper except for when Mikey and Draken broke some of his stuff but even then the pair couldn't take it seriously because of the dog shit situation.

"But I'm hungry." Mikey whined. Takemichi dragged his hand across his face. He went to the kitchen and came back with a pack of cookies.

"Here. Share." he glared as he handed it out to his boyfriend who reluctantly had the others get one before hoarding the rest to himself and nibbling on the treat.

"I guess that's the extent you're willing to share."

"Why don't we play some video games while others the boardgames before dinner then we can watch a movie after. How does that sound?" Mitsuya, being the only rational person in the group suggested.

"Tch fine." grumbled Baji.

"That sounds okay." Chifuyu said as he swatted his captains hands from taking his cookie. Draken shrugged in acceptance while Mikey gave a thumbs up as he stuffed his face with more cookies.

Takemichi gave Mitsuya a grateful look before showing Chifuyu where the video games and board games were stored.

"Ahh shit. I forgot, I don't have much in the fridge right now. I was planning on doing the groceries tomorrow but I guess I'll have to do it today."

"I'll come along with you. Might as well help out." The second division captain offered.

"Ahh thank you so much Mitsuya-kun! I'll meet you outside then, just let me change out of my uniform."

After Takemichi changed he rushed downstairs and shouted at Draken to keep the damage to his house to a minimum before grabbing Mitsuya's offered helmet and mounting the bike. The pair then drove off to the nearest grocery store.

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After thirty minutes or so the pair returned to a still standing Hanagaki residence much to their relief even thou there were scattered scrabble pieces lying everywhere, Chifuyu sitting on Baji's back as he and Draken Play Mario Cart, the first division captain struggling to remove his vice off him and chess pieces in the fridge when Takemichi went to put away some of the stuff they bought.

"Why are there chess pieces in my fridge?"

"Mikey was being a brat, he put them there after he lost. Against Baji of all people. Now he's sulking at some corner." Draken explained without taking his eyes of the screen.

"I was not, Baji was cheating!" came Mikeys protest from the corner of the room. He was not sulking there. He just thought that the plant was better company than his friends. Takemichi just laughed nervously at them at least nothing was broken before going back to the kitchen to prepare their dinner. Mitsuya was already there preparing the rice. After he placed it on the rice cooker the two worked together to making karage.

"This is the last batch." Mitsuya said as he placed the floured chickens on the pan.

"Ahh thanks, can you ask the others to prepare the table. I'm also finishing up the side dishes."

"Sure."

It was Chifuyu and Draken who came up to set the table working carefully to not disrupt the two who were finishing up their cooking. Takemichi placed the bowl of Kinpira gobo — a salad made of braised burdock root and carrot — in the middle besides the platter of karage before washing up and removing his apron.

"Dinners ready!" he called out and Mikey and Baji came running to the kitchen.

"Calm down you dogs." Draken scowled, taking his seat besides Mitsuya.

"Ahhh this smells so good."

"Huh, You and Mitsuya sure are housewife material." Baji cackled as he shoved a piece of chicken in his mouth. Takemichi's eye twitched at the comment while Mitsuya remained unfazed.

"Hey if they're gonna be housewives I call dibs on Takemitchy." Mikey declared. Takemichi choked on his rice at the declaration while the others just collectively rolled their eyes.

"You— you can't just say stuff like that!"

After they ate, the group dragged some spare futons from the closet down the hallway and set it in the middle of the livingroom, pushing the couch back to fit it in. They then proceeded to raid Takemichi's room, his parents and even the guests room of its pillows. And dumping it all in the middle to create a small mountain of fluffy pillows which Mikey promptly jumped in to.

The rest of the night was spent on watching movies from horror films to comedy to some action films with a little disturbance along the way with popcorns being thrown and pillows hitting some faces that erupted into a pillow fight. But for the most part, the gang had fun till they all passed out in the living room at around 1 in the morning, Mitsuya being the last to fall asleep had the been the one to turn off the television.

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Takemichi batted at the finger prodding at his cheek. After some time where the prodding hasn't ceased he groggily opened his eyes and was met with deep bottomless dark ones staring at him. He almost shrieked in surprise if it weren't for Mikey covering his mouth.

"Shhh" Mikey shushed and mouthed 'come' before he stood and made his way to the front door. Takemichi carefully extracted himself from Chifuyu's hold, the other teen had rolled to his side and clung to his arms. He placed a pillow in place of himself and chuckled when he heard his partner mumble 'baji' under his breath.

"Why are we sneaking out like this?" he whispered as he put on his shoes.

"No reason~" Mikey smiled as he pulled his boyfriend out the door who was struggling to put on the other pair of his shoes.

"Mi— Mikey-kun!"

"Shhh you might wake up the others. Now get your bike." Takemichi rolled his eyes but nonetheless locked the front door and pulled out his bicycle which Draken had thankfully fixed after breaking it again for who knew how many times already.

They rode is silence enjoying the cold breeze that wafted their face. The street was dead with the occasional business men staggering home, drunk or exhausted or both who knew. After a while Mikey pulled on his shirt and pointed to a konbini.

"Doroyaki, I want some Doroyaki."

"You woke me up for this?" Takemichi said exasperated but still followed his boyfriend inside.

Four packets of Doroyaki later the pair rode off again with no destination in mind just enjoying each other's company. A few minutes later just when he thought worriedly that Mikey has fallen asleep because of the quiet, he felt strong arms wrap around his waist. He almost swerved his bicycle but quickly righted himself.

"Mikey-kun?"

"Hmm can we be like this forever." Mikey sleepily mumbled against his back.

"I don't know about forever but we can stay like this for as long as you want or when my legs gives up peddling."

[thatrandomcatoverthere]

She devil part 4

Summary: Tony and Bruce look deeper into the effects and power the she devil has. Y/n also starts going stir crazy during her recovery making a very unlikely friend. Bucky experiences jealousy and doesn’t know how to handle it. 

Blood. So much blood. My first kill that wasn’t from a sniper rifle. I froze up, it was quick of course I never wanted anyone to suffer. Seeing the damage up close was different though, she actually saw the life leave the man laying in front of her. Maybe that was the problem, she didn’t see him as a body but as a man. A father possibly, a son of some old woman. That was the day she vowed she would never kill up close without more research. Without making sure she knew the person had truly done wrong. To know for a fact it wasn’t a person but instead a monster.  

I could hear a monitor beeping beside me in sync with my heartbeat. The lights were bright as I opened my eyes slowly, attempting to regain my senses. Carefully sitting up, even as painful as it was, i took notice of my surroundings. 

The medical room. The memories came flooding back. Rushing out of the building with Steve and Bucky. Taking out guards left and right. The sound of a gun, the bullet piercing my shoulder. Then everything went black. 

Then I saw a certain brunette slouched over his chair with his head laying on the bed next to my legs. He was asleep, he looked so peaceful. His bed head covering his face slightly, he looked so calm. The sound of the metal arm whirring and him taking a deep inhale alerted me he woke up. His eyes cracked open and before I knew it he was standing next to me. 

“You're awake! Bruce she’s awake! Do you need anything? Water? Are you hungry?” He suddenly berated me with questions. 

“Buck I'm ok, water does sound nice though please.” I said as Bruce stepped into the room. “Y/n I’m so happy you're awake, How are you feeling?” DR.banner started as he checked my vitals. Bucky left to get some water before rushing back in. 

“I feel like I've been shot a few times, but other than that I'll be ok thank you. Uhm, how long was I out?” I asked and took the glass from the brunette and took a sip. 

“A week.” 

All the water in my mouth was suddenly all over me, “WHAT? A full week?” 

After some explaining from the two, Dr.Banner cleared me to roam the house. With the exception that I absolutely can not work out, go on missions, or leave the house without someone else with me. 

Everyone turned and looked at me when I walked into the common room. This must attention at once made me nervous as I gave a little side wave and said hey. Nat spoke first after her shock of seeing me and not Bucky, “Y/n/n I didn’t think you’d ever wake up. How’s the shoulder?” 

“Bruce said it should be fully healed soon, maybe another week or two.” Bucky walked in and sat down beside me on the sofa. Sam, Tony, Thor, and Clint all said their hellos and wished me luck on healing and being on house arrest. I was reading a book and listening to everyone talk when Steve walked in and said there was a mission debrief in 20 minutes. 

Before he walked out he spotted me, “Y/n I see you’re up and doing better, well at least awake. It’s good to see you, you don’t need to come to this meeting by the way. Bruce said you’re out of commission until that shoulder heals. Oh. and do not ever scare me and Bucky like that again, I thought we lost you after you went all devil and fainted.” 

“What is he talking about?” I glanced at Bucky. 

“I’ll explain later, let’s just say you were pissed when you got shot. I’ll never be getting in your way when you’re mad.” Then he got up and followed the others out of the room. 

I frowned and tried to continue reading before a certain god of mischief walked into the room. He sat on the recliner across the room, “Hello Loki.” He just hummed a response as he summoned a book. So much for conversation when the others are gone. 

The team left on a mission late that night, Bucky said they'd be gone for at least 3 days. Great, I have to be home alone and bored with the most boring person, god thing ever. How he got the title god of mischief I'll never figure out because he rarely does anything but read. 

The next morning i was laying over the sofa staring at the sofa when Loki walked in. “What’s your deal? Is staring at nothing a form of entertainment on this planet?” He said stopping in the doorframe with a look of confusion. 

“No actually. It’s something I do when I finish my book at the same time as being out on house arrest alone with the person that barely talks to me.” I stated matter of factly. He rolled his eyes at me and I got an idea, “You strike me as the type of person to play chess. Let’s play chess, I'll kick your ass in it.” 

“Oh my goddddddddddd. It’s like you just KNOW what my next move is.” The score is currently 15 to 0. 

“Maybe I do.” I rolled my eyes at him. Damn god. 

“Whatever. I’m going to go put honey in the vents to mess with Clint when he gets back.” This caught the mans attention, “You’re welcome to join me and show me why you of all people got your title.”

We may have gone overboard with the pranks. Loki did anything that was too vigorous for me with my healing shoulder, but now I know what he’s actually capable of. We were chuckling to ourselves putting a flour trap above Steves door when we heard the elevator ding. Shit the came back sooner than we thought. Loki made quick work finishing up the setup. I innocently met up with the team Loki going straight to the common room. 

“Hey Buck! You’re home early!” I gave a false sense of innocence. He gave me a hug carefully, “Yea, it wasn’t nearly as hard as we thought it would be. Hope the god of books didn’t bore you too bad.” 

“Nah I actually convinced him to play chess with me, he beat me more than I'll ever admit.” For a second it almost looked like Bucky got upset. Shrugging it off I said the rest of my hellos before everyone split off to get cleaned up. Cap decided food was more of a priority first, so he went to the kitchen. 

Bucky was the first one to come into the living room, me and Loki were playing chess again. It felt kind of nice to talk to more people on the team. I actually started to feel more accepted. Bucky looked at the board and told me to make a different move than I was going to. As I was making my move, all three of us heard a yell that sounded very close to Steve’s voice. 

Then he walked in, covered from head to toe in flour. He was pissed. “Which one of you did it. Actually I know the answer.” He looked at Loki. 

“Sorry Captain, wrong guess. It was her idea.” He smirked at me. 

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The mission went faster than usual, which meant I got to see Y/n sooner. 

I didn't expect her to actually befriend Loki during my absence. Not like it bothered me. At all. Totally unbothered. 

I mean I gotta admit it was really funny seeing Steve walk in covered in flour. Then seeing Nat walk in fuming, her red hair was now a dark blue. Y/n lost it in a laughing fit, this was first time I've ever seen her so open. After she hung out with Loki. 

OK maybe I am a little jealous, how could I not be? She hung out with him for two days and suddenly she’s actually laughing and talking more. Over the course of the day multiple other incidents happened. 

First was Steves flour bath. Then Natasha unknowingly dyed her hair, Y/n assured her it was temporary and would wash out easily. Then Tony was called Sugar Daddy by Jarvis and everyone lost it. I found out the salt was replaced with sugar while making food, let’s just say steak seasoned with sugar does not taste good. No one could even do anything yet because she was still healing. 

When everyone thought we found all the “pleasant surprises” around the compound and we were sitting in the common room. Then Y/n gets a phone call from Clint, “Hey Clint, we live in the same house why didn’t you just come into the living room?” 

“Why of all things did you use honey. You could’ve used anything and you chose honey. I thoughts we were friends man, it’s in my hair.” 

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Seokjin

You walk in, exhausted, and you're shocked at the mess in the kitchen.

Flour everywhere, empty bottles of wine, and just so many pies and cakes and cobblers, muffins stacked up in a basket, all your favorite things.

He is asleep at the dining room table, flour in his hair, head on the table, and you walk over and touch his shoulder.

He jerks awake and when he sees you he just buries his face in your stomach, arms so tight around your waist and he's crying so hard.

You stroke his hair and start trying to explain. "My phone, I-"

He shakes his head, looking up at you with wet eyes.

"It doesn't matter now. You're home."

You smile at him, fighting back tears of your own.

"What happened to the kitchen?"

He chuckles, sniffling. "I just kept baking all your favorite things. While I was baking I could forget you were gone, could imagine you coming home to eat them..."

His voice breaks and he buries his face in your stomach again.

He holds you so tight in bed your ribs ache the next morning and you wake up when he brushes your hair out of your face.

"I'm so grateful you're home."

Namjoon

He just stares at you for the longest time.

You explain everything but you aren't sure he's heard a word you said because he just keeps staring at you, almost blankly.

He doesn't say a word until you say, "I'm okay, now." and then he's kissing you so deep it makes your head spin.

He's tearing off your clothes, tugging off his shirt between kisses and soon he's buried to the hilt inside you, holding you up against the wall, murmuring in your ear.

"I didn't know if I'd make it without you, baby. It felt like my heart was caving in. I love you so much. I'm so glad you found your way back to me."

You can't even speak for the tears clogging your throat and you feel his tears hot against your throat when he kisses you there.

For days after he doesn't take his eyes off you, as if he's trying to memorize your face.

Sometimes he'll look at you and suddenly his eyes go all soft and wet and when you ask him about it, he just shakes his head.

"I just can't believe you're here, and you're mine. I can't believe how lucky I am."

Yoongi

Yoongi stays drunk the whole time you're gone, locking himself inside and ignoring everything.

When you use your key to get in he's standing at the kitchen counter, pouring another drink.

His eyes are big and glassy and he just looks at you for a long moment.

He's unsteady when he walks over to you and he takes your face in his hands.

"I know you aren't real, but I need you to know I love you so much. I miss you so bad."

"Yoongi...baby, it's me. I'm here." You reach out to touch him and he flinches.

"God, it's so vivid." He says, voice hoarse, eyes wet and searching your face. "I can feel you."

He's stroking your face, eyes so full of love and pain and you start to cry.

"I'm really here. I was lost and I didn't have my phone but..."

He listens to you explain but he just keeps touching you everywhere, hands rubbing your arms, your back.

"I know I'm dreaming but I don't care. I'll take whatever I can get. I hope I never wake up."

It takes you all night to convince him you're real and you're lying in bed and his eyes are drifting shut but he keeps waking himself up.

"Get some rest, baby."

"No." His voice is slurred from the alcohol and exhaustion. "No, if I close my eyes, you'll disappear."

"I'm not going anywhere. Never again." You climb on top of him and rest your head on his chest and finally he falls asleep with his arms tight around you.

You wake up with him crying into your hair.

"You're still here. You're really alive?"

You smile at him. "I kept trying to tell you!"

"I've never been so happy to be wrong."

Hobi

You go to his place but instead you find Namjoon there, checking his mail.

He is shocked to see you, asking all kinds of questions, but you just want to see your boyfriend.

"Where is Hobi?"

"No one knows. He just...ghosted when you went missing. I talk to him maybe once a week. Fuck, I gotta call him."

You wait patiently while he talks on the phone but it turns into an argument.

"I wouldn't lie to you about this!" Namjoon looks at you helplessly and you take the phone.

"This is fucked up, Joon. I know you want me to come home but this is cruel-"

Hobi is ranting so you just cut him off.

"Hi, baby."

The phone goes dead silent for a moment.

"You're at my place?" His voice is low and hoarse.

"Yes."

"Stay there. Don't fucking move a muscle."

He almost sounds angry with you so you're nervous while you wait.

When he shows up Namjoon leaves quietly. You're still standing in the hall.

He looks like he hasn't slept in days, clothes rumpled, hair messy. He's lost weight, jaw sharper than you remember.

His face is dead serious as he walks toward you.

"Do you have any idea what I've been through? Where the fuck have you been?"

You're angry suddenly.

"What do you think, I've been on vacation? I was trying to get back to you-"

He grabs you around the waist and pulls you to him, breathing in your familiar scent, and his shoulders are shaking.

His voice is choked with tears when he's finally able to speak.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you."

Once you're inside, he holds you for hours, looking at you like you're something so rare and precious.

He listens to you explain what happened with tears tracking down his face.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry. You've been through so much. I just...I stopped functioning while you were gone. I left my brothers, I left everything behind because I couldn't face my life without you in it."

"Baby, it's all okay. I'm back now, and you don't have to do any of this alone. Not ever again."

That's when he breaks down, big, chest heaving sobs, face in his hands and you crawl into his lap and his arms go around you and he rocks you back and forth for a while before he can compose himself.

"I love you so much. I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

Jimin

You walk in and it's so dark, all the lights shut off.

He walks into the front room and just stops there, stock still.

You rush into his arms and they go around you slowly at first and then he's holding you so tight you can barely breathe.

He's sobbing so hard you worry he'll make himself sick, you try to pull back to comfort him but he crushes your head against his chest.

When you finally get him to the bedroom he still can't stop crying, kissing you all over your face, choking out "I love you I love you I love you" like a mantra.

He finally dozes off and you sneak to the bathroom.

You're washing your hands when you hear a panicked cry of your name.

You rush out and he's scrambled up on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

He's grabbing at you, desperately, pulling you down onto the bed.

"You can't go. You can't ever go again, please..."

"Baby, I was just in the bathroom..."

But you trail off when he starts crying again, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair.

He's tugging your shirt off and you expect him to kiss you but he doesn't, just pulls you flush against his chest, skin to skin.

He lets out a sigh that almost sounds relieved.

"There. Now you're right where you're supposed to be."

Taehyung

You have to knock on the door because you've lost your keys, you've lost everything but the clothes on your back.

When he swings open the door he doesn't look like you'd expected.

You'd expected his big, boxy smile, but his eyes are almost...empty.

Then realization dawns on his face and fat tears are rolling down his face.

"J-Jagi?" His voice is so low and hoarse you wonder if it hurts his throat to speak.

"It's me, Tae. I'm sorry-"

Your words get muffled by him yanking you inside and crushing you to his chest, arms roaming your back, checking for injuries.

You've got bruises on your inner forearms from the accident and he kisses them soft, almost reverently.

He kisses your mouth, deep and slow, and so sweet it makes your heart ache.

You end up in the bedroom with him taking off your clothes slowly, checking you for injuries and kissing you all over.

He makes love to you so gently, crying the whole time, looking into your eyes and whispering words of love and comfort in his deep, soothing voice.

"You're safe now, yeah? You're home, and nothing will ever take you away from me again."

Jungkook

When he opens the door and you're standing there his eyes widen but he just pulls you inside and asks you what happened.

He's calm and stoic about the whole thing, holding you close and helping you work through your emotions about the accident.

It's almost a week later when things change.

Traffic is awful coming back from work and you've still got your phone on silent from work and you don't think anything of being a half hour later than usual.

Until you almost slam into Jungkook rushing out the door.

"Oh, thank God! Where the fuck have you been I was about to come and look for you?"

You come inside and throw down your keys.

"It was just traffic, Kook, why-"

You look over at him and realize he's trembling all over.

You take his hand and sit down with him on the couch.

"I thought...I thought I lost you again. I can't lose you again, Y/n, it felt like I was drowning, every day..."

His voice cracks and you hold him while he cries, burying his face in your neck.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think about how much this must have affected you, too."

He pulls you close.

"Just be careful, okay? I can't lose you."