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pagayos · 2 years ago

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nct dream as : boyfriends

authors note 💬 : hello, this post will be written in lowercase only , and i'm trying different styles since i want to know what's suits me best !

MARK LEE : taste the love

cooking with your boyfriend mark during weekends is way of both of you hanging with each other, see mark isn't really a big fan of cooking but when he's doing it with you, he finds it fun and amusing.

you were peacefully washing the vegetables that you're going to use to make a salad for later, when you suddenly heared someone sniffled.

you looked at your boyfriend's direction and was immediately greeted by a teary eyed mark.

"i don't know if i should coo or be concerned" you teased, now both of arms are crossed to each other.

"okay now you're making fun of me" mark stopped dicing the onions and went to wipe his tears with his bare hands, which was a bad idea.

"AGHHH! IT BURNS OH MY EYE" the male shouted from the sudden sensation which made you worried, so you immediately went to the freezer and grabbed an ice cube to rub it in his burning eye.

mark isn't a big fan of cooking and you know it, but you sure give him credit for trying and putting an effort while doing it!

HAECHAN LEE : uno to my heart

silence fills your shared apartment as you and boyfriend sits on the living room's wooden floor, the sound that can only be heard was a ticking from a duck wall clock you got him from your 3rd anniversary.

"uno!" you excitedly said, as you only have one card left in your hand. finally after three games you're going to win against the and only haechan lee.

"i don't think so" the male sitting across you squinted his eyes before he drops a block card, then another block card.

"no ─ haechan, no" you dramatically pleaded, covering your mouth with your free hand while shaking your head finally noticing what he was doing, you once again fell into his trap.

"it has to be done love, i have no choice" he jokingly cried as he drops a 4+ card, then another until he only has one card just like you had before.

"BOOM! I WIN, AGAIN" haechan stood up from where he' siting celebrating his fourth time winning while you're there in utter disbelief.

haechan loves playing games he's well aware of that, but there's one thing for sure and that is he will never play with your heart.

LEE JENO : one purrfect life !

it's a sunny saturday morning, you just finished eating breakfast and now you're drinking your favorite beverage which is coffee.

today was oddly quiet well because jeno went out an hour ago, the male said he has an emergency to attend too. you tried to come with him but Jeno declined so now you're here, alone in your apartment.

you were bored extremely bored, so you decided to watch the morning news in the television. to be honest with yourself, you never thought you'd be like those adults who watches tv while standing with their arms on their hips, but here you are doing the same thing.

adulting is really something.

you were focused on watching the weather caster when suddenly jeno burst into the apartment, which made a loud noise and made you look at his direction.

"jeno that sur ─ oh hell no!" stunned to what you're seeing, you boyfriend for almost two years just bought a cat into your home.

"oh c'mon honey, look at him he's cute. he can be our son we'll name him nono!" jeno gave you his puppy smile, knowing you damn well you can't handle it and plus nono is in your home why not just adopt him.

a month later 𔘓

"oh yes who's mama's baby, it's youuu" you cood, while carrying a freshly bath nono. for a cat he's really gentle, maybe the cats weren't the problems after all, it's how the owners treats them.

Jeno looked at you with his arms crossed while sitting in the couch, the male can't believe he's jealous over a cat he bought home.

NA JAEMIN : i love you, boo!

three days ago you and jaemin went out to do some grocery shopping for your apartment, everything is going well nothing bad seems to happen that day. well until your boyfriend decided to go to a toy store to buy something.

you didn't really think much of it, assuming that the toy box he brought was for his neice. and now a two days later you're here stuck in uncomfortable position, while his little brother jisung is watching the both you.

"okay um, jaemin right hand blue!" jisung looked up from the small paper with an arrow to watch his brother put his right hand on the blue circle.

"alright um, guys why are you playing twister? there's has to be a reason" jisung asked out of curiosity, it's impossible for you to play this type of games without his brother bribing you.

it started three days ago.

"yeah no, i'm not playing that jaemin. i'd rather drink your 8 shots of expresso" you casually said while scrolling to your ig feed, but of course jaemin knows your weakness, my melody yume yami plush doll.

"if you win i'll give you the my melody yume yami plush" as soon as you heared those words leave his mouth, a war between you two was declared.

And now the both of you are here, playing the twister game. no one seems to have given up, you and jaemin might be the polarr opposite but there's one thing that you guys have in common and that is both of you are competitive.

"boo, you know i love you right? but i am not losing that my melody plushie" you were determined, you've been finding that plushie for almost a year and there's no way you're not getting it today, it's now or never.

jaemin saw the determination in your face, it made him smile even though he's in an uncomfortable situation. so he decided to give up reasoning that his body is starting to ache.

win or lose your boyfriend jaemin is still going to give it to you anyways, he just wanted to try the game twister and tease the living hell out of you.

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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Choke.

another soulmate au nobody asked for :)

Akaashi Keiji x female reader x Bokuto Koutarou

TW dub-con, implied future non-con

It wasn’t a good day to begin with.

You’re late, rushing through the busy campus hallways to make it to an exam that quite frankly you’re at least 70% sure you’re going to fail, mostly because instead of cramming last night you’d been… otherwise occupied with your boyfriend.

And you really, really just want this whole thing to just be over with already.

With your nose stuck in your textbook, frantically pouring over your notes right up until the very last second, it’s hardly a surprise that you don’t see the two of them rushing down the hallway in the opposite direction until you’re quite literally colliding with the taller of the pair – the broad shouldered one.

Your notes go flying, the last of your coffee too and for one split second, you’re pretty positive that you’re gonna end up flat on your ass with a little more than some bruised pride. But just as you’re about to hit the ground, not one but two hands reach for you, catch you, and the very second they do, you feel it:

A flash of guilt and momentary alarm, embarrassment, you think, and chagrin, each emotion hitting you like a sledgehammer, overwhelming you, one after the other in a dizzying blur that’s distinctly other, and then–

Shock.

Dawning surprise.

A rush of something warm, adoring, a happiness so bright and blinding that it makes you physically jerk backwards, almost slamming your head against the wall in the process. And two pairs of eyes – one a deep, luminous gold, the other a cool, gunmetal blue – stare at you in wide eyed wonder a split millisecond before you wrench yourself free, gasping.

The moment their grip falters, the torrent stops. You can breathe.

Blessed silence, save for the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. Everything fades out around you – the students and lecturers alike bustling through the busy hallway, the humming drone of chatter that’s nearly deafening. Nothing exists but the three of you; caught in your little bubble.

And it’s dread, you think, that seeps through your blood as you stare at them.

They’re both handsome, albeit in their own ways. The taller of the two – the one who’d almost barrelled you over – looks like he could probably bench press you without breaking a sweat. His shirt isn’t exactly clinging to him, but you can see the hints of well defined muscles beneath, and the size of his biceps alone are enough to make your heart skip a beat and your mouth dry up a little. With rippling muscles, spiky black and silver hair, a strong jawline and those round, golden eyes, he looks like a modern day adonis.

His friend might’ve been shorter, his build leaner, but with his softer features, pretty eyes and dark hair, you think he’s perhaps the prettiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on. From the fineness of his nose to the gentle curve of his lips and his long, dark sweeping eyelashes, he reminds you of those white marble statues you’ve seen before in museums and art galleries– a beauty so divine, so perfect – so devastating – that it steals your breath a little.

And they’re both watching you, frozen entirely. Smiling in breathless delight, as if they can’t quite believe it either.

Soulmates.

You’ve spent your whole life wondering what it would be like, experiencing somebody else’s emotions. Studies have been done and countless books and articles written about the bond between soulmates; the intimacy of sharing emotions through touch, but nobody really knows why or how it happens.

And for some, it’s a subtle thing. A suggestion, a whisper against their own consciousness, easily brushed aside. Others feel it stronger.

For you, it was like drowning. Choking under the sudden, intense barrage of feelings that weren’t yours. Maybe it’s because there’s two of them – and that much at least you’re sure of. You don’t have the words to explain it, but they’d felt separate somehow, distinctive from one another – kind of like fingerprints, you suppose.

There’s no denying the bond, no denying that they’re both your soulmates, and all you can think of is that you don’t want it. Not here, not now. Not them.

The dark haired one seems to realise quicker than his friend that you’re not reacting how you’re supposed to, you’re just standing there, rigid and tense, gaping at them. And the slight smile that graced his perfect lips starts to waver, his brows drawing together when finally his friend cottons on.

He reaches for you, the beginnings of a pout taking shape on his face, and you move without even thinking, jerking out of reach with a sharp breath. His hand hangs outstretched for a beat too long, a noise like a kicked puppy leaving his lips as he realises that you’re flinching away from him; away from your soulmate. He looks heartbroken, and he’s yet to utter a single word.

You don’t give him a chance. You’re not some cold, unfeeling beast; there’s a twinge in your heart, a heaviness that’s far too close to guilt settling in your stomach, but you just can’t. And with shaking hands you bend over and hastily grab up your things, forcing yourself not to meet their confused, hurt stares when you right yourself.

“I– I’m sorry,” you murmur, and before either one of them can try to stop you, you disappear into the crowd, racing for your exam.

—

The lights are on when you make it back home, the familiar, comforting scent of home cooked food filling your apartment.

“Hey, babe,” your boyfriend calls out as you wearily drop your purse by the door and kick out of your shoes. His back’s to you, attention fixed on the simmering saucepan on the stovetop, but he glances over his shoulder as he continues, “How’d your exam go?”

And you can’t help it, you burst into tears.

Painful, heaving sobs that might’ve had you collapsing onto the floor if he hadn’t swept across the room to snatch you up into his arms. “That bad, huh?” Kuguri jokes, but the words sound hollow.

“I found them,” you mutter into his chest, and the way he stiffens, his grip tightening for just a moment has your heart breaking all over again.

Kuguri doesn’t say much as he leads you to the couch, he just lets you talk. It’s almost worse, you think, the way he doesn’t react.

Because you both knew this was coming at some point. For months you’ve tried to convince yourself that you could feel him when you were together.

You felt his love when he held you, right?

Happy when he was happy?

But you’d known, both of you, that as much as you wished it otherwise, he wasn’t your soulmate, and you weren’t his. And whether it was today or six months down the line, this was always going to happen.

“You don’t have to…” you trail off, searching his eyes desperately for anything other than the gentle resignation lingering there. “I love you.”

He smiles at that, cups your cheek in his hand and brushes away the stray tear that spills. “I know you do, but–” it’s not enough. “They’re your soulmates. Don’t you think they deserve a chance to make you happy?”

He’s gone when you wake the next morning.

—

In a university of thousands, a sprawling city campus, you honestly believe that in spite of everything, you probably won’t see them again. They don’t know your name, or what you study, you don’t live in the dorms like some of the other students; the chances of just randomly bumping into them again are slim, soulmates or no.

Of course, there are facebook groups and pages set up to reconnect lost soulmates, but you’d have to actually want to find them to try something like that.

(Part of you wonders whether they’ve tried)

The universe has a sense of humour, it seems, because when your paths cross next, it’s not at uni, it’s at the little corner store a few blocks down from your apartment.

At 2am in the morning.

And you’re staring intently at the freezer, mentally weighing up exactly what kind of ice cream you need to sate your craving when you hear the sharp intake of breath behind you.

“Holy crap, you’re here.”

It’s stupid, you think, the way your stomach flutters when you turn to find him staring in wide eyed wonder; the taller one, with the spiky hair and those impossibly wide, honey eyes.

He’s smiling, his entire face lit up like a christmas tree at the sight of you. As if you hadn’t run off without so much as an acknowledgement the last time you’d met. As if seeing you here, looking like shit – makeup free and dressed in your old favourite sweats – is the absolute best thing that could have happened.

And when your cheeks grow hot, you’re not entirely sure if it’s embarrassment over the way you look, the fact that he’s caught you buying ice cream that you fully intend to let melt just a little bit before polishing off at two in the morning, or if it’s shame over how badly you’d reacted the last time you’d seen him.

But if he notices your inner turmoil, he doesn’t show it, grinning widely as he calls back over his shoulder, “Akaashi!”

You still haven’t uttered a peep, haven’t moved. Just like last time you’re caught feeling like a kid with their hand stuck in the cookie jar as your other soulmate rounds the corner, his attention fixed on the ingredients list of the rice cracker snacks in his hands, a basket full of groceries tucked into the crook of his elbow.

“Bokuto, I was just around the corner, there’s no need to shout.”

Pretty steel blue eyes flicker up for a split second, then quickly do a double take as he realises that it’s you – his errant soulmate, standing struck dumb, here of all places. “Oh.”

Oh.

Akaashi eyes you for a moment, and you watch as his throat bobs unsteadily, but just as with Bokuto, he can’t seem to help the smile that creeps across his face. It’s softer than his friend’s, not so blinding but warm nonetheless. Genuine. There’s no animosity there, and it should put you at ease – they don’t seem to blame you, at least.

It should, but it doesn’t.

Even now, there’s a little voice in your head urging you to forget your late night cravings, turn tail and run. Nevermind that they’d likely just follow you, much less that you’d look like an absolute fucking idiot, fleeing from your soulmates who so far have done nothing wrong.

It’s not supposed to be this awkward, right? It’s not supposed to be difficult, but even when they’re smiling at you, there’s a tension that digs its claws into you and refuses to relent. Your heart thumps unevenly, like a scared little bunny caught in a trap and the wolves are circling.

If it’s normal, then your parents and every other soulmated pair you’ve ever met certainly kept it to themselves. Maybe it’s the guilt, you think. Maybe you’re just being overdramatic. They’re your soulmates, right? They probably just want to talk, to get to know you, and right now you’re the one being standoffish and rude.

It occurs to you then that you still haven’t spoken, and they’re both staring at you somewhat expectantly. You really are fucking this up, aren’t you?

“H-hi,” you manage to muster, forcing yourself to smile back. Tiny and timidly, perhaps, but it’s a smile.

It seems to work, because Bokuto positively beams at you and Akaashi sets down his basket to slide in closer, a pleased little hum escaping his throat.

Aside from the faint sound of the radio playing in the background and the cashier casually flicking through a magazine up at the register, the store is quiet. It’s just the three of you, except this time there really is no running off and disappearing into the crowd. Which is fine, you need to face them sooner or later, right?

Give them a chance?

Otherwise everything else, all that heartbreak and the lonely nights since will have been all for nothing. So you swallow tightly, take a soft, steadying breath, and press on.

“I, um… I’m sorry about last time. You know with… everything,” you finish lamely, mentally cringing at the sheer awkwardness of it. “I had an exam.”

But again, your soulmates don’t seem to take it personally, the darker haired one (Akaashi, your brain helpfully supplies) nodding slightly.

“It’s okay. You’re here now.” He has a nice voice, calming and smooth, and though the words seem to carry a different weight you find yourself nodding along with him. You can do this, you can make an effort.

This is fine.

You swallow again, tongue darting out to wet your lips, “I’m Y/N,” you introduce, clutching just a little bit tighter at the handles of your own shopping basket.

You don’t extend a hand, nor try to go in for a hug, but standing there rigidly feels wrong too. They’re strangers, yes, but they’re also not, and you don’t quite know how to act around somebody like that, somebody you’re supposedly fated for but know nothing about. All you know is that the last time they touched you, it was too much. It hurt. And even as you catch sight of the slightly disheartened expression on Bokuto’s face, you’re hesitant to put yourself through it again.

“It’s pretty,” Akaashi compliments, and there’s a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks as he says it. “Suits you.”

Your own probably aren’t much better, with the blood that rushes to your face. You drop your gaze a little, nibbling on your bottom lip, “O-oh, uh… thank you.”

When you glance back up to Bokuto, you find him staring at you again, not with the same hurt expression as before, but something akin to wonder. He seems speechless, in awe of your flustered state, and you wonder how he can bounce that quickly from emotion to emotion without giving himself whiplash. But it seems like your attention is just the thing he needs to pull himself out of it, because he closes his gaping mouth and grins again.

“Y/N,” he repeats, like he’s testing it out, rolling your name over his tongue. “You probably heard, but I’m Bokuto– you can call me Koutarou, though.”

There’s a beat of silence, and he’s quick to add, “And that’s Akaashi.”

“Keiji,” Akaashi corrects, shooting you another gentle smile.

First names. It makes sense, you suppose, but the familiarity of it all still doesn’t sit quite right with you. But now that introductions are out of the way, you don't have a clue what you’re supposed to say now - ‘so, soulmates; crazy, huh?’ doesn’t exactly feel appropriate, given the circumstances.

You’re distinctly aware that it’s the middle of the night and you’re at a convenience store and while this might not be the worst time to run into your soulmates again, it’s not far off.

Maybe that’s not a bad thing, though, because at least it kind of gives you an out. Shifting your weight from one foot to another, you clear your throat, “I hope you guys don’t think I’m being rude or anything, but it is kinda late…” you trail off, hoping they’ll pick up what you’re putting down.

And while Bokuto’s brow furrows, Akaashi at least has the decency to look a little abashed. “Yeah, no, of course. We’re just so… we’re glad we ran into you again.”

Your cheeks heat again, and to save yourself from having to meet their gazes head on, you quickly spin around, open the freezer door and grab the first pint ice cream that you see. “I just came for this,” you laugh, fighting back a wince at how hollow and fake it all sounds.

“Here,” Bokuto says, and before you can react he’s snatching it from your grip (thankfully keeping his hand from brushing against yours) and places it atop the basket in Akaashi’s arms. “Our treat.”

He beams at you, and you’re honestly too stunned to reply. You don’t really want him paying for it, but if it gets you out of this awkward encounter any quicker, you’ll swallow down your protests and let it go.

And so you trail meekly after the two of them as they head to the cashier, and when Akaashi passes you the bag you’re so careful to avoid his touch, a fact he notes with the slightest of frowns, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“It’s late,” he says instead as the three of you exit into the brisk night air. And then those gunmetal eyes are on you, studying you for a moment. You realise what he’s about to say the moment he opens his mouth again, “Can we walk you home? Or to the bus stop at least?”

Your stomach lurches at the thought of it, of two veritable strangers knowing where you live, but–

He’s not wrong, exactly. It is late, and in hindsight it was probably stupid for you to have come out at this time of the night alone in the first place, whether it was a safe neighbourhood or not. And they’re not strangers, they’re your soulmates.

You have to try.

So you nod. ‘It’s just down the road,” you murmur, but as the two of them fall into step either side of you, sharing a distinctly satisfied look between themselves, you think that it wouldn’t have mattered how far it was. They would have walked with you anywhere.

Yet their expressions of mild surprise (disappointment, maybe?) when you stop them less than five minutes later in front of your apartment block almost makes you laugh. “This is me.”

Bokuto eyes the building for just a moment before his attention returns to you. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

Lie, that little voice inside your head urges, but you force yourself to ignore it. You have to try. “Uh, not much, I guess…”

Even as you say the words, your hands tighten on your bag, twisting nervously – a sign they either don’t read or wilfully ignore as Bokuto brightens up once again.

“Awesome! Wanna swing by ours to chill for a little bit?”

Like a date, you think as your gaze flickers between the two. Yet Akaashi’s watching you just as intently, those dark eyes far more inscrutable than Bokuto’s, which doesn’t help ease the uncomfortable feeling sitting in the pit of your stomach. There’s really no reason for you to say no, no polite way for you to turn them down. They’re your soulmates, you’re supposed to want this. “Um…”

“Or we can come here, if you want? Or head into the city and do something there, maybe go see a movie or something? Whatever you’d prefer.”

“No!” the words slip from your tongue before you can stop them, the idea of the two of them in your apartment, your home just feels like… too much. “No,” you repeat again, quieter, forcing your features to soften into a hesitant smile. “Your place is good.”

That way you can leave if it all gets to be too much. It’s just a casual hang out. It’ll be fine.

Both of them seem to relax at your agreement, and you quickly take out your phone to grab Akaashi’s number – sending him a message so he has your number too.

“Perfect,” he says, his voice a purr that sends a ripple of something running down your spine. “I’ll text you the address in the morning.”

You smile at both of them, thanking them again for the ice cream and for walking back with you, even if it was only a few hundred metres. And you think you’re in the clear as you start walking up the steps, trying to balance your keys, your phone and your bags when the sound of your name being called makes you turn around.

Bokuto’s there, a step behind you, and before you can even so much as blink he’s grabbing at your hand, tugging you forward and kissing you.

Just like last time, it’s instantaneous and overwhelming. You feel it all – his giddy excitement, the stirrings of something deeper, less innocent as he cradles your body to his.

And the love.

Oh god. It’s not mere affection, not some fleeting, superficial thing. It pours over you in unrelenting waves, crushing you under the force of it – you can’t even feel his tongue moving against yours, or the way he sucks on your bottom lip, groaning quietly.

You can’t breathe, can’t think. It’s too much, too much, too strong, too sudden, you can’t BREATHE.

Your trembling hands finds his shoulders, and as your head spins, nausea churning in your gut you don’t waste a second, shoving him away from you with enough force that he actually stumbles back a little.

Though you’ll admit it’s probably more from shock than any strength you actually possess.

And you don’t dare look to Akaashi as tears fill your eyes, a heaving gasp leaving your lips. Bokuto’s eyes are wide, his mouth agape; he looks confused more than horrified as you stumble back, almost tripping over the last step.

“D-don’t touch me,” you gasp, “please.”

There’s pain in his eyes as your tears well up and spill over and you choke back another sob, but you don’t give him a chance to say anything else. Limbs trembling, you force yourself upright, clutching at the keys in your fist as you skitter towards the door.

You hear one of them, Akaashi you think, calling out your name, but you don’t pause, don’t look back – throwing open the lobby door and slamming it shut behind you.

And your heart pounds as you climb the steps two at a time, and it’s only once you're in the safety of your own apartment, with the door shut and firmly locked that you allow yourself to breathe. You realise distantly that at some point – probably on the steps outside – you dropped the ice cream they’d bought for you, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. The first time you realise was an accident, they had no way of knowing you were their soulmate, much less how you’d react when they’d touched you. But that–

That wasn’t right.

It wasn’t normal.

Those feelings, that love, you’ve never experienced anything like it, and yet it’s left you feeling filthy; tainted. Scared. It was too much; boundless and abundant, the kind of love that devours and chokes, selfishly strangling everything in its environment to thrive. Overpowering and solely directed at you. How was it supposed to do anything but terrify you. And how can he possibly believe that he loves you like that already?

Soulmates or not, you don’t know him!

This– this whole thing is wrong.

You can’t stop yourself from checking the locks on your apartment another three times before you slip under the covers of your bed, trying to will sleep to find you.

On the nightstand beside you, your phone vibrates, but you refuse to check it, knowing full well that it’s them.

It doesn’t stop.

And with every new notification your blood pressure climbs, and there’s a part of you that’s telling you you have no reason to be reacting like this – whatever happened on those steps, it’s not like they’re going to hurt you.

It was an accident, a misunderstanding.

But they’re still blowing your phone up with notifications and they know where you live and no matter what you tell yourself, you can’t seem to quell the disquiet that eats away at you.

And it’s a cruel thing to do, you know it is, but you don’t know what else to do as you finally give in, swiping your phone up and searching for his contact. The phone rings once, twice, three times and there’s a sinking feeling in your chest when you realise he’s not going to pick up–

“Hello?” Kuguri’s voice is groggy, heavy with sleep and you can almost picture him, sitting up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes, running a hand through his messy bed hair. “Fuck, do you know what time it is, Y/N? Why’re you calling me so late?”

There’s a pause, pregnant and heavy, and the only sound that leaves you is the soft hitch in your breath.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, quieter this time, an edge of worry in his tone.

You haven’t spoken to him in weeks, since he’d left without a word and broke your heart, but he’s the only one you want to talk to right now.

“I-I’m sorry for calling,” you begin, sniffling back your tears. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

—

When you drag yourself out of bed only a few short hours later, your body’s still crying out for a little more sleep, but you can’t afford to indulge.

Like you’d planned, you send the message first thing, ignoring the flood of unread texts above – both from Akaashi and an unknown number you can only assume is Bokuto’s.

I’m sorry about last night, just need some space.

You have nothing to be sorry for – even if it wasn’t for the frankly unsettling emotions you’d felt, Bokuto’d still kissed you without your permission. But Kuguri said it was better that way – they were less likely to freak out and panic or whatever. You hadn’t questioned it too much, it didn’t really matter what you said so long as they knew you didn’t want them anywhere near you… at least until you figured this whole thing out. And you trusted Kuguri on this.

God knows why he’d even answered your call in the first place, but you’re impossibly glad that he did. Gladder still that he hadn’t hung up on you the moment he’d realised why you were calling.

You scoff down a quick breakfast, before hopping into the shower. The scalding water’s a welcome relief, waking you up more than your coffee had and allowing you the space to think.

Kuguri’s got errands to run this morning, but he’d said you were welcome to stop by his place anytime. He’d insisted on it actually, telling you in no uncertain terms to pack an overnight bag.

‘Look, I’m probably being an overprotective asshole, alright, but I don’t want you there by yourself, so either you come here or I’m coming over there.’

And the thought that you’d need somebody there to protect you, that either one of your soulmates would do anything–

But it’s not so much about them, you think, but you. You’d been a mess when you’d called him, and despite how everything had gone down, Kuguri still cared about you – you can’t just turn those feelings off overnight – is it any wonder that you’d worried him?

Distantly, you register your phone going off a few more times as you busy yourself in washing your hair. You assume it’s Kuguri checking up on you, making sure that you’re alright – you pay it no mind, humming quietly as you reach for your conditioner.

And by the time you slip from your bathroom, wrapped in a big, fluffy towel it’s probably closer to mid-morning than you’d like. You don’t bother blow drying your hair or putting on makeup, instead heading to your room to get dressed and grab some clothes to take to Kuguri’s.

Except there’s a knocking at the door that stops you in your tracks.

You hadn’t heard the buzzer for the building’s main door go off, which meant that it was probably just your landlord stopping by, or one of your neighbours. You know the little girl who lives in the apartment next to yours likes to bake with her dad and sometimes drops off freshly made cookies and treats, so you hastily throw on enough clothes to pass as decent.

“Coming,” you sing out, racing across the room to reach the door.

Except when you throw it open, it’s not one of your neighbours standing out in your hallway, nor is it your elderly landlord.

Akaashi and Bokuto crowd the empty space; Bokuto grinning widely, Akaashi’s dark eyes fixed on yours.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he murmurs, a faint frown tugging at his features as studies your face. “We were worried about you.”

And there’s so many things wrong with the fact that they’re here; least of all being how the hell they got into the building to begin with, but you can’t afford to think of any of that. You simply need to get them out of here without causing a fuss. Now.

They’re still your soulmates, you remind yourself as your heart rate picks up. They won’t do anything to hurt you.

“I-I told you I needed space, please go,” you mutter, clutching so tightly at the edge of the door that your knuckles turn white. “Please,” you beg again when neither of them make a move to leave.

“I told you, ‘Kaashi,” Bokuto says, his smile slipping in favour of a wounded pout, “She’s afraid of us. Her soulmates.”

And you don’t know what compels you to shake your head instead of just slamming the door in their faces, “N-no, I just–”

“She’s just skittish,” Akaashi interrupts, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Overwhelmed – this is all new to her. It’s okay, princess,” he says, addressing you this time with a teasing little smirk, “We’ll be gentle, okay? We’re going to take good care of you.”

It’s the final blow to your tentative politeness. As panic sinks its teeth into you, you skitter backwards, scrambling to shut the front door before they can get in–

Bokuto’s faster. They both are.

Stronger, too.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere bokuto x reader #yandere akaashi x reader #yandere bokuto kotaro x reader #yandere akaashi keiji x reader #yandere bokuto koutarou #yandere akaashi keiji #tw dub con #tw implied noncon #soulmate au

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let-me-luve-you · 4 years ago

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Winter Storm

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Summary: You play Cordell Walker’s daughter on the new show Walker. Jared takes you under his wing. What happens when a winter storm hits all of Texas.

Warnings: Mentions of a rough upbringing, Texas winter storm, power outage, water problems, some angst, scary weather, fluff, protective Jared, maybe a cuss word somewhere

A/N: As a Texan, this past week has been scary. I have been extremely blessed to not have the problems that a lot are. I was lucky and did not lose power and did not have any pipes burst. This idea came to me after seeing that Jared and Gen were helping others while dealing with their own problems at their house.

HERE ARE SOME LINKS TO HELP OUT IF YOU ARE ABLE TO.

KICK THE COLD - AUSTIN MUTUAL AID

GENESIS WOMEN’S SHELTER & SUPPORT

FEEDING TEXAS

LIST OF ORGANIZATIONS SEEKING DONATIONS IN DALLAS AREA

THE WAY HOME

You do not have to donate to any of these organizations, but if you feel the need to help, here are a few links. ^^^^ There are plenty more out there if you don’t want to donate to these links.

MASTERLIST BUY ME A COFFEE

Winter weather will be hitting Texas this weekend. You can expect lots of snow and ice. It is best to prepare for possible power outages and water being turned off. That is worst case scenario, but be prepared as Sunday will be a cold one.

You panicked. Growing up in North Texas you never had to deal with severe winter weather. You were used to dealing with tornados. But the way they were talking on the news, this weekend was going to be bad.

Thankfully you had the day off and were able to go to the store. You grabbed a case of water and food that you could prepare and food that didn’t have to be cooked to eat. You were still getting used to the adult life as an 18 year old, but since you had been taking care of yourself the last few years, you learned a thing or two in the kitchen. You made sure to grab some snacks as well since they didn’t have to be cooked or stored in the fridge either.

As you pulled up to your apartment building, you got a call from the lead and producer of the show you were on. You still weren’t sure how you managed to land the role of Stella in the new show Walker, but you were grateful. You put the car in park and grabbed your phone.

“Hey Jare.” You said. Jared was the older brother you always wanted, even though he plays your dad and he has moments where he acts like your dad. You didn’t have a great life growing up and to have a male figure in your life to help you in anyway, made you happy. Same thing with Gen.

“Hey Y/N/N. How’re you doing?” He asked.

“I’m doing good. Just got back from the store. Am I needed on set?” You asked in a panic thinking you missed something.

“No, no you’re not needed. Just wanted to call and tell you we are not filming Monday or Tuesday next week. And depending on the weather and roads, we may cancel Wednesday as well.” He informed you.

“Oh. Is it because of the storm?” You asked.

“Yeah. We aren’t sure how bad it’ll be, but we are hoping we are just being over cautious.” He said. “You said you went to the store?”

“Yeah. I just wanted to get something’s so I won’t have to get out. And I got some stuff. I won’t need to cook in case we lose power. Also filled up with gas in case I lose heat and need to warm up some.” You told him.

“Come stay with us. We have plenty of room and we have a fireplace. We just restocked our firewood supply. I don’t want to be worrying about you all weekend.” He said.

“I’ll be okay. Really. Thank you for the offer though.” You said nicely. You really did mean it. You were used to taking care of yourself that when people did want to help you, you appreciated them.

“Well. I have my truck if I need to come get you. If you change your mind, come over. The kids would love to see you.” He said. You heard Gen agree with him in the background. “And Gen would too.”

“Well after the storm, I’ll come over for dinner to see everyone. And I’ll even come another night to babysit so you and Gen can go on a date.” You said with a laugh once you heard Gen immediately laugh.

“Gen says you don’t have to, but I will take you up on both offers.” Jared told you. “Okay. Well stay in touch. They say it’ll start sometime tomorrow night.”

“Y’all stay safe and stay in touch too.” You said. “Bye Jare.”

“Bye Y/N/N.” He said before hanging up. You put your phone back into your pocket before lugging all of the groceries into your apartment. You put everything away before going to change out of your winter clothes.

After changing into some PJs to be comfortable. You decided to meal prep some so you wouldn’t have to worry about it later. And if the weather isn’t as bad as they think it’ll be, you can just eat them throughout the week.

Sunday morning, you woke up and looked outside. All you could see was white fluffiness. You smiled as the world looked at peace. You loved snow. You always thought it brought beauty to the world.

When you walked back to your phone where it laid on its charger, you saw a couple of texts from Jared and Gen. Both had sent you photos of Tom, Shep, and Odette playing the in the snow. Then you saw Jared’s text about possible rolling power outages.

You picked up the phone and called Jared and before he could even say hello, you asked, “What does that mean? Your text... I don’t understand it.”

“It means they’ll shut the power off for an hour to three hours to preserve energy.” Jared said.

“Oh.” You said.

“Yeah, so if the power goes out, don’t worry, it should come back on.” He reassured you.

“Okay. Thank you for letting me know.” You replied.

“Of course. How are you doing anyways?” He asked.

“Good. Just woke up. Felt good to sleep in. I’m probably about to start warming up my lunch.” You informed him. “How are y’all handling it over there? I saw the pics you and Gen sent. The kids look like they’re having a blast.”

“We’re doing good. The kids are definitely loving the snow. I did have to help Gen gather the chickens this morning which wasn’t fun.” He said with a laugh.

“Oh gosh. Yeah chasing chickens isn’t fun. Are they okay? I didn’t even think about y’all’s animals?”

“They’re all in the barn with heat lamps. Thankfully the barn is powered by solar so we don’t have to worry too much if the power goes out since we have a lot of energy stored up.” He said.

“Good that’s good. Well I’ll let you get back to doing whatever you were doing. Thanks again for letting me know.”

“Anytime. If you need something, holler. Okay?” He asked.

“I will. Bye.” You said. You heard his farewell as you went to hang up the phone. After preheating the oven, you took the lasagna and boxed garlic bread out of the freezer. You figured, while the power was still on, you could cook the one meal you prepped that couldn’t be eaten cold until you cooked it and it was leftovers.

An hour later, you sat at the counter charging your phone and iPad while you ate. When you went to take another bite, the power cut off.

“Great.” You whispered. You knew it was only going to be for a few hours, but you were a little aggravated by the inconvenience. You stood up and went and put on thicker sweatpants and your socks. When you made it back to your phone to text Jared that your power went out, you saw you barely had any service. That concerned you in case you needed to make a call for an emergency.

Power just went out. Hopefully y’all didn’t lose power. I’ll let you know when it’s back on. Sent 1:23 pm

You continued to eat as you awaited a response. Shrugging when you finished your meal and put the dirty dish in the sink, you moved to the living room to read a book you started the night before.

Hours later, you still had no power and you still hadn’t heard from Jared or Gen. You had checked social media, but neither had posted anything. You decided to scroll through Twitter and saw the horrors of people’s pipes bursting and roofs caving in flooding their homes.

Seeing people in Austin posting that, you decided to grab a tote to store your valuables in. Sadly, it wasn’t a lot, but the idea of losing what little you had that meant something to you scared you.

You needed to go to your car to charge your phone and warm up some, so you decided to store your valuables in the trunk. Thankfully you had a covered parking space that was right in front of your apartment. When you put the tote in the trunk, you checked to make sure the tail pipe was clear of snow before you started the car.

After spending an hour in the car, you decided it was time for bed. Grabbing every piece of blankets you had, you cuddled up in Jared’s hoody that you stole from him when you filmed episode 2 of Walker and all the blankets. You even had on two pairs of socks on since you got cold earlier.

The next morning, you checked to see your phone still had more than half its battery life left. But what shocked you was still no response from Jared. You got on Instagram and saw that Gen had posted a boomerang of him with his socks on as gloves, but neither had checked in with you.

You were kind of upset by this. You knew they didn’t owe you anything, but it still hurt. Going to the kitchen, you saw it was flooded.

“Oh no. Oh no. Nonononono.” You panicked. You ran to the bathroom and grabbed all the towels you owned and rushed back to the kitchen. You threw them down to try and absorb as much water as possible. You opened the cabinet and saw the pipe that had burst. You grabbed your phone and called the landlord.

“Hey Craig. I had a pipe burst this morning.” You said when he answered.

“Can’t do much with the weather like this.” He said not really caring.

“Can you turn the water off or something? Or tell me where it is and I’ll do it.” You said getting angry.

“Can’t do that either. If I do that, your neighbors lose their water too.” He said.

“Well what am I supposed to do. Just sit in water all day?” You asked with an annoyed tone.

“City’s running out of water anyway so they may shut it off. So won’t be long before it stops.” He said. You got so mad that you hung up. He was useless.

After 3 hours, all of your towels were soaked and you started using some of your clothes to help absorb what the towels couldn’t. You had tried calling Jared to see if he knew what to do but it went straight to voicemail. Same with Gen.

After using most of your clothes to stop the water, you decided to pack a bag in case you had to leave. Plus it would let you know what you could use to absorb the water that still remains. Thankfully your landlord had turned the water off after multiple people called about pipes bursting. All you had to do was finish cleaning up the mess.

Two days later, you were sitting in your car, about to go back into your apartment when you got a call from Gen.

“Y/N. Oh my gosh it’s so good to hear from you. We haven’t had service, plus we lost power and had a few pipes burst. Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.

“I’m okay. Sitting in my car right now so I could charge my phone and warm up a bit.” You told her.

“You don’t have power still?” She asked.

“Nope. And I also had a pipe burst. But I cleaned it up and nothing was damaged. Did you have any damage done? Is everyone okay?” You asked concerned.

“Yeah. We are fine. And just minimal floor damage.” She told you. “Jared is cleaning that mess up while I’m going to the store. Do you need anything? We have some of our neighbors over trying to stay warm and I’m grabbing them stuff too. So I don’t mind getting you anything.”

“I’m okay. I have plenty.” You said. You wanted heat. You wanted to sleep without having to wear five layers, but you refused to ask.

“Well if you do need something, text or call. Hopefully we get service back.” She said.

“I will. Thanks Gen.” you said as you hung up. Ten minutes later you got a call from Jared.

“Pack a bag and bring some blankets.” He said before you could even greet him.

“What?” You asked genuinely confused.

“I said, pack a bag and bring some blankets. Also if you want to bring any food you don’t want to go to waste or if you have water, bring that too. I’ll come in and help you carry.” He said.

“Wh-wait.. what is happening?” You asked.

“I’m coming to get you and you are going to stay with us for a couple of days. I just got off the phone with Gen and she said you had a pipe burst and you don’t have heat. So you are going to come stay with us until your power is back on and the pipe is fixed.” He said. “I’m pulling up. I’ll be inside in a second.” He hung up before you could say anything.

You went and unlocked the door before moving to your room. You grabbed your big suitcase and packed what few pair of pants you had, a weeks worth of underwear, two weeks worth of socks since you hated having cold feet, and the remaining three sweaters and seven shirts you had. It barely filled your suitcase so you decided to throw in a couple of hoodies as well.

“That all your packing?” Jared asked concerned. No one knew how long this was going to last.

“It’s all I got clean.” You answered honestly.

“No way.” He said in disbelief. You shrugged and told him to follow you as you walked into the kitchen. He saw the pile of clothes and towels on the ground. “Oh Y/N. I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“Happened to you too.” You said before moving back to your room. You grabbed a blanket and started to fold it, starting a pile you were taking with you to the Padalecki’s. Once you finished that, you grabbed your pillow too.

“Want any books or anything? You have room in your suitcase.” Jared said as he pointed to it. You shrugged and grabbed a few books you had been wanting to read. After throwing them into the suitcase, you ran to the living room to grab your iPad and chargers.

“We can charge them in the cars if we need to.” Jared said when you thought about not putting them in your bag. You nodded before throwing them in and zipping it up. “This ready to go to the truck?” You nodded once again before he grabbed the suitcase handle and stack of blankets and your pillow with ease. “Go figure out food and I’ll come back to help.”

Once in the kitchen, you grabbed the full water case you had bought a few days before and the almost empty one that you had already opened. You then moved to the fridge to grab the few casserole dishes you had left to eat. You grabbed your travel food carrier and put the casseroles in first before the almost empty case of water in after it. You saw Jared walking back in and asked,

“Is there any food of mine you want? I’ve got everything packed that will definitely go bad before I get back. The rest has already gone bad.” You said while looking at Jared who was looking through your cabinets. He found your snack one and grabbed a few things and shoved them in your carrier.

“That’s all I want.” He smirked. “Ready to go? We can come back in a couple of days if we need to.”

“Ready.” You walked to his truck and he helped you load the water and carrier. As you got into the passenger seat and started to buckle, you said, “thanks for coming to get me and letting me stay with you.”

“Anything for family.” He said smiling at you before driving carefully back to his house.

“But we aren’t family?” You said more as a question.

“You’re my tv daughter, so technically we are.” He said with a laugh. “But in all seriousness, I do see you as family. Me and you have gotten close over these past few months. I can see you as a daughter and I can see you as a little sister.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“Really?” You asked. He nodded his head. “It means a lot to hear you say that. I see you as a big brother.”

“Good.” You saw him smile. “That means you can ask me for anything or do anything and I’ll be there for you. Sorry I didn’t come get you sooner. I thought about it.”

“It’s okay. I tried calling but could never get through. It happens. I’m just glad nothing more serious happened. I’m glad we are all safe.” You said honestly.

“And we are about to get you warm. We have the fire going in the living room and in mine and Gen’s room. Kids have been sleeping with us or on the floor in our room. You’re welcome to make a pallet in front of the fire and crash there.” He said as he pulled into his driveway.

“Sleeping in front of a warm fire sounds lovely right now. Thank you.” You leaned over and gave him a big hug. “I love you Jare.” You said before pulling back to kiss his cheek.

“Love you too y/n/n.” He smiled at you. “Now let’s go take all this in and get you warmed up.”

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fraidy-farfelle · 3 years ago

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This is my attempt at the Fluff ABCs for Frankie the Undead. Please be gentle with criticism because I cry easily. I’ve taken some ideas from @lovestruck-lasagna.

Taglist: @writingfromthetomb @beebubb

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your dry sense of humor. It perfectly matches his insults and he doesn’t have to go out of his way to make you laugh. He just says what he’s thinking and you laugh and agree.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Frankie appreciates a good smile, and for many reasons. He learned to read smiles (fake vs real) early on and uses it to gauge people, so he pays particular attention by default. He’s a sucker for cute dimples, and loves the way your nose scrunches and your eyes close.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He loves late at night when you share the couch and he can read a good book, sip on some whiskey, or puff on a cigar. He really doesn’t care what you’re doing, he can tune out the TV or you prattling on about your day and make comments to show he’s listening. Put your feet in his lap, lay on top of him, make yourselves mummies in blankets, so long as he can reach his glass he doesn’t care. He just wants to be with you.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Stay in date nights are his favorite. He doesn’t really like to “share” your attention. He likes to either cook a meal together or order takeout and watch a movie. Particularly black and white gangster ones, or older horror films. Likes to tease you if you get scared and grab onto him. He’ll pat your head and say something like “oh there there, don’t be scared! I won’t let the big, bad monster getcha!” (Like your neighbor isn’t a 7 ft tall children murdering clown demon) If you go out, he prefers less crowded places outdoors.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s a spitfire and he knows it. He tends to explode and then after a few minutes apologizes gruffly and explains himself. “WHY WERE YA OUT UNTIL MIDNIGHT, THATS SUCH A STUPID THING TO DO!” “Sorry, Frankie.” “…… ugh just, please get home earlier from now on. It’s dangerous and I worry about you.” Definitely doesn’t hug you close so you don’t see the relief and worry on his face. Nope!

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He misses Amy desperately. He wants a little girl in his life again, although he’ll never ever admit it. He’s hesitant to make relationships because he doesn’t want to be hurt again. But, if you go out with him to the living world, you’ll catch him staring longingly at parents and daughters when he thinks you’re not looking. If you ask him what he’s looking at, he’ll shake his head and spit out a line about children being obnoxious but you can tell he’s blowing smoke.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

If the underworld wasn’t so dangerous, he’d love to drape you in the finest silks with diamonds and rubies dripping off of you. However he doesn’t want you to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. So, he settles for things you don’t really see in public. He also doesn’t like to be found out about it. Your gas tank is filled, the bill you were worried about has mysteriously been paid, your favorite ice cream is in your freezer when you know you ate the last of it yesterday, and hey, didn’t you spend this $20? Why is it in your wallet? If you ever bring it up he’ll just shrug and say “How strange!”

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He’s torn about PDA because he doesn’t want you to become a target because you’re associated with him, and people stare at him enough because of his appearance. But on the other hand, he wants to show the world that someone as worthless as him (don’t say that we love you Frankie) has such an amazing person that loves him. Will absolutely grab you and passionately make out with you with one hand on your ass and the other flipping the bird to the cheeky bastard that told the broad beside him to watch out for the zombie.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Panic. Sheer panic. He’s so afraid to lose you, any injury is serious and cause for alarm.

Frankie:*bursting into a hospital lobby, screaming to be taken to f/n l/n immediately**running in the opposite direction the nurse pointed in panic**bursts into exam room 30 seconds later* “Y/N!!!!! I came as soon as I got the message, WHATS WRONG!!!”

You: *sitting on the table, reading phone* “Oh, I have a sprained ankle and they don’t want me to drive so can you give me a ride?”

Frankie:*slowly blinking* “Uh, yeah no problem…”

You: “lemme guess, you heard my name and hospital in the same sentence and ignored everything else.”

Frankie:*hanging his head* “go wait in the car, I’ll go apologize….”

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Not actual jokes, but he loves to sit with you and insult people. He’s an incredibly sweet person to you, but no one else. (Except service people, like nurses and waitresses. Just the general public) he doesn’t think pranks are funny or practical, which is one of the many reasons he and LJ butt heads. If LJ or Will prank you or him, he’s raising hell.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Love kissing your lips. He’s actually really self conscious about his mouth stitches and constantly frets they feel weird to you. Neck kisses are another favorite and are extremely private to him. He also likes to hold the back of your hand against his lips and tell you what he’s thinking, no matter how mundane. Kiss his stitches. Please. Just do it.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He has trouble saying it to your face. He’ll whisper it to you when he thinks you’re sleeping, and he’s been known to leave little notes around for you to find. He thinks protecting you is the best way to show he cares.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The day you finally broke down and told him you loved him. He knew as soon as he looked into your eyes and saw your smile his goose was cooked. He was very abrasive and hoping against hope that you’d leave him be. He knew you deserved better. He was so afraid to build a relationship and love again, he wanted to distance himself and if he was an asshole to you, it would be justified and you’d do it on your own. What he didn’t expect is for you to be so kind to him. Upon your initial meeting, he had been a little harsh, but helped you (if there’s enough interest I’ll do a fic about it) and so when he subsequently was a jerk to you, you were curious and determined to find out what he was hiding. He finally had been mean enough to make you cry. He had never regretted something he did before. He immediately wanted to cradle you to him and beg your forgiveness. Normally when he insulted you, you’d have a snarky retort in reply. But not this time. You fell to your knees and clung to his legs and demanded to know why he treated you so poorly and proclaimed your love for him. It was probably by accident and you were so distraught you didn’t even know it flew from your mouth, but hearing it, he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care about the consequences, he just wanted you. Hearing that you loved someone like him made him so happy, he knew he’d treasure the memory forever

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. Period.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

What ISNT odd about this man?! A cute one is he always winks with his green eye.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I HC that he was born in the 30’s, so he calls you “doll” a lot but only in private. He uses your name otherwise so it’s not as obvious to people watching you’re together. He will absolutely refer to you as “the dame” to others. The equivalent of “the boss” or “old lady.” “William! The Dame is trying to take a nap, so shut up or I’ll shoot you!” You call him stitches to tease him in private and are the only person allowed to do so.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Either taking naps or couch potato time. Also, low key likes to cook with you. He can’t cook for shit, but likes to “help” by handing you things or chopping things for you. Is a super good taste tester, self appointed.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Stitches by Shawn Mendez (PLEASE DONT HURT ME!!)

We don’t have to Dance by Andy Black (referring to how he can’t really show you affection in public but he loves you)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He’s open about himself and what he’s thinking, and will always take what you say into consideration. He doesn’t like to keep things from you, but he does omit some detail about his jobs if you ask about them. He just feels like you don’t need to be stressed about it.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

LJ picked up on Frankie’s fondness of you almost instantly. He and Will decided to do what they could to get you together in the interest of making Frankie less of a grouch. If it hadn’t been for them insisting that he was good guy to you, you probably WOULD have let Frankie’s prickly nature drive you away. It took a year or so for you to break down.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) A powder keg of insults, foul language, and bullets. Has actually never called you a name outright, and would absolutely never physically hurt you. When he was deliberately being rude to you, he’d insult your actions rather than you. “Stop acting like a dumb broad!” Vs calling you a bitch to your face. He usually calms down quickly, and is hardly ever angry at you, only when you put yourself in danger.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He likes that he’s scary and tough looking so that when you’re with him, other men scatter pretty fast. Has had many occasions where he stepped away and someone came to flirt with you and he came back and had the pleasure of scaring them.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

You are not allowed to do anything dangerous, ever! Will teach you how to use a gun and how to counter things like chokeholds, so you’re less vulnerable. Will absolutely lose his mind if he learns you’ve put yourself at risk. He will shoot someone so fast for you. Takes every person as a threat to you and will pick fights with somebody that accidentally bumped into you. Do NOT test this man.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

You are an open book to him. He’s learned to read people well, and he takes his time studying you. Can tell if you’re getting sick before you can. More than once he’s handed you a bottle of Tylenol, leaving you bewildered, and shrugged and said to take them because you’ll have a headache in a few minutes. He can pick up on your emotions easily and has learned what to do to handle them.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Honestly, marriage isn’t that important to him. He’s not opposed to the idea at all, but like you’ve been together for this long, you love each other, is it really necessary? You’d have to tell him you want to be officially married. He’ll buy you a ring, to show that you’re taken, if nothing else, but he’ll wear his around his neck under his tie so it’s not obvious he’s attached to anyone to discourage his rivals using you to get to him.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

The smell of your perfume. Holding you in his arms and taking deep breaths makes all of his troubles go away.

#frankie the undead #frankie creeps #creepypasta

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sooniesspot · 3 years ago

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Fluff Drabbles

☁️ Namjoon Fluff ☁️

A/N: I just really wanted soft joonie 😣 imagine coming home to him after a horrible day 🤧

word count: 2.3k?

no warnings just super soft and sweet joonie

"bad day, sweet?"

After a long day at work, all you wanted was to get home. You promised your boss you’d stay late and finish paperwork that needed to be sent out first thing in the morning. Leaving the building after 7pm you waited on the corner at your normal bus stop, awaiting the bus. Rain heavily pouring down around you, luckily sheltered by the canopy of the bus stop. Of all days, you had forgotten your umbrella. Waiting for the bus after 10 minutes, the clock ticking. You finally saw a bus in sight and you held out your arm for it to stop. It began to pull into the layby and you misjudged the distance from you to the curb. A tidal wave of water cascaded over you, soaking your clothes through. You blinked heavily, wiping your eyes. So you could see your way onto the bus. Handing over your ticket to the bus driver; already rushing you onto the bus.

You found a seat and sat there. Clothes sopping wet and hair dripping wet. Your skin, cold to the touch from the water. Fishing for your phone in your coat pocket to check any damage as you slung your bag onto the empty seat next to you with a huff. Only a few water droplets on the screen you smudged away; creating a waterline. A flash of your phone screen shone before the screen went black; signalling the phone dying. You grumbled to yourself, wishing this day would be over. That morning you had managed to spill your bosses coffee down your white blouse and almost broke your ankle walking on freshly mopped floor as you headed past the janitor on your way out of the building. Could this day get any worse? You thought to yourself as you gazed out of the window to the busy streets outside. Night drawing in as the sun set behind the clouds.

Your stop couldn’t come soon enough as you stepped off the bus not bothering to thank the rude bus driver as you walked awkwardly along the street towards your apartment block. Rounding the corner your apartment block came to light. Crossing the street you opened the door and made your way over to the lift. ‘Out of Order’ you whined as you turned to use the stairs. Travelling up 3 flights of stairs, pulling yourself along. Eventually reaching your apartment. Fumbling for your key in your oversized bag that was now porous from the typhoon of water you received at the bus stop. You groaned in annoyance before finally finding them at the bottom.

Putting the key in the lock the door swung open to reveal your dimpled boyfriend, in an old grey hoodie and gym shorts, barefoot and mussed hair looking down at you with a smile before it faltered. Taking in your ‘drowned rat’ appearance. He beckoned you in, quickly shutting the door behind you before pulling your bag off your shoulder and peeling off your coat. He looked back down at you, his dusty blonde hair falling onto his forehead slightly as burnt umber eyes stared through you; sparkling. He looked at you in endless wonder. You never failed to take his breath away. Even when your clothes were translucent and hung off you in heavy collections of water. Even though your makeup may have run slightly across your cheeks, your hair darker than usual due to the water. He still looked at you with that same sparkle in his eye. He looked at you and instantly felt at ease. You calmed his racing heart, that raced because of you in the first place. An endless cycle he had committed to memory in every waking moment spent with you.

The way you would scurry around the apartment when you were late for work. The way you danced to your own tune stuck in your head in the kitchen when you made your first coffee of the day. Even in the early morning light, your body tangled in the sheets amongst his, glazed eyes would open and look so lovingly up at his own he felt his heart could burst. He loved you, and he hated seeing you upset.

A strong hand speared through your hair, pulling wet strands off your face.

“Bad day, sweet?” he mumbled, voice rich and deep.

You whimpered with a nod before he pulled you into an embrace. His chin resting on your head as his arms pulling you against his chest; hands rubbing against your back.

“Oh, you’re cold.” He pulled you tighter. You managed to attach your arms around his waist, thankful for the comfort he brought after a long day. His hands began wringing out your hair of excess water and that made you chuckle lightly as you heard it pool to the floor. You Inhaled his scent; old books and pine trees. A hint of burning that was new to you. Setting off a curious tone.

“Joonie?” you rasped against his chest, trying to breathe.

He hummed in reply to you, not wanting to let you go just yet as he held you to his chest, in fear you’d float away in the drizzle of the rain outside.

“Are you cooking?” you asked.

His arms immediately retracting as he hopped into the kitchen at a million miles an hour muttering curse words and the like. Taking off your heels you followed him with shaky feet watching a billow of steam from a saucepan on the stove. Namjoon turned to you with a bashful look. Melanated skin-tinged pink at his cheeks and neck.

“I made dinner.” He cringed; stroking the back of his neck with his free hand. The other hand holding a saucepan with burnt ramen in.

You chuckled as you made your way over to him slowly; kissing him lightly on the lips. “You mean you burnt dinner.” You giggled as his blush grew a deeper shade of crimson.

You took the saucepan from him beginning to hobble over to the sink and dispose of the burnt ramen when he noticed. You felt hands on your forearms as he spun you around taking the saucepan and placing it on the worktop.

“What happened with your foot?” He questioned, earning a sheepish look from you.

So you told him about your day. The coffee, paperwork, the wet floor, the bus, your phone dying and having to take the stairs on a worsening ankle. Hearing you grumble he didn’t once interrupt you or laugh, although when you told him about the puddle you could see the corner of his mouth trying to turn up into a smile. He listened and that’s all you could ever ask of him. He was so considerate you honestly didn’t know what you had done to deserve him. He gave you a final nod and caressed your wet hair again, pressing a kiss to your forehead when suddenly he had swept you off your feet, quite literally.

He carried you bridal style into the bathroom. Placing you delicately on the side as he ran you a bath. Softly humming to himself, making sure to fill it with lots of bubbles and make sure the water wasn’t too hot. He helped you out of your soaking wet clothes and told you he would sort out the mess in the kitchen while you soaked in the bath and that is what you did. He took your drenched clothes and placed then in the wash while he cooked another batch of ramen. ‘The food would be safe because you can’t distract him in here.’ He had said before you challenged him with a suggestive eyebrow, gesturing to yourself in the bath. Abruptly he turned and left, your laugh echoing down the hallway after him.

You lay your head back on the edge of the bath and welcomed the feeling of warm water on your skin, stopping your teeth from chattering intermittently from the cold you were subject to outside. Your ankle already feeling much better as it got to soak in the water, not having to bear any weight on it. You liked moments like this. Moments alone to sit and relax, eyes steadily shutting until the door opened again, Namjoon peering in, a warm towel in his hands as he placed it on the side of the tub.

“Ramen is done.” He smiled before. “Not burnt.”

Sarcastically giving him a round of applause he rolled his eyes at you with a scoff.

“Let’s wash your hair first.” He mumbled, planting a kiss onto your forehead.

So wash your hair he did. Fingers massaged your scalp as he lathered the shampoo through your hair. Making sure to not get any in your eyes, never resisting a kiss on the tip of your nose or your forehead when you’d look back up at him. A sigh of contentment sounded through the bathroom.

All washed and bundled up in a warm towel with an extra one wrapping up your hair, Namjoon insisted on carrying you back through to your shared bedroom although you said that you could manage. But he protested. Like he always did.

“My baby has hurt her foot. I’m carrying her.”

You huffed but were secretly loving being held like this by your boyfriend. He helped dry and dress you, even drying your hair with the dryer. He would hum to you as he did so and finally, he grabbed a cool pack from the freezer along with bandages and the 2 bowls of ramen and successfully bandaged your ankle up with the cool pack against the swollen area. Grabbing his bowl from the bedside table after tucking you both into bed.

“You can bandage an ankle but you burn ramen.” You giggled as he gave you a pout shovelling ramen into his mouth.

Laughter overtaking you at the notion. It was just so him.

“I love you for that.” You planted a kiss against his pouty lips and he grinned, dimples on show as you both continued to eat.

“I love you too, sweet.” He ran his fingers through your hair before giving you a kiss to your lips.

Continuing to eat in comfortable silence, gentle pitter pattering of rain outside the window that made you grimace. He noticed your discomfort and gave you a reassuring smile.

“You’re taking the day off tomorrow.” He pointed at you.

You began to chastise him until he reasoned with you.

“You can’t get the bus and walk to work with a swollen ankle, baby.”

You knew he was right so you decided not to argue. Finishing your ramen you both went to brush your teeth. He insisted on giving you a piggy back, to this you laughed. Finding your reflection in the bathroom mirror thoroughly amusing as you both brushed your teeth; you still perched on his broad and muscular back. He watched through the mirror. His frame holding your tiny one on his back. Toothbrush in your mouth as you giggled; music to his ears. Trying not to slip down his clothed back as his one arm still gripped your thigh firmly; holding you still. He had given you one of his shirts that dwarfed you, legs bare and smooth against his skin. Feeling your heartbeat against his back was all the reassurance he ever needed. Your hearts beating as one. A dimpled smile flashed your way in the mirror once teeth were clean. You ventured back into the bedroom as your breathing tickled his neck, both of you erupting into giggles as he struggled to hold onto you; knees buckling at the sensation. Finally dropping you down on the bed softly making you bounce.

Turning to tuck you in. Clambering over on his side of the bed, shifting under the covers. He smiled after reaching for his glasses, now on the edge of his nose; book in hand. Planting one more kiss on your lips and then your forehead as you shuffled down the bed more, resting your head against his chest; an arm curled around your shoulders as he began to read aloud. Soft hand caressing your hair as you were cradled around him. Hearing his heartbeat against your ear. Lulled to sleep dulcet tones. You were thankful for your boyfriend. He could always make a bad day better.

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writer-k-pop · 5 years ago

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New Year’s

새해 복 많이 받아. Happy New Year.

Description: Spending New Year’s Eve with your best friends is always one of the best times of the year, and this year is no different. Warnings: None Genre: FLUFF Word Count: 1.6k

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“Will someone wake up the devil child?” Jin yells from the kitchen. “I don’t want him awake but he is not missing dumpling making.”

“Not it!” I yell and place my finger on my nose. Taehyung follows my lead and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“You two are children.” Jimin says as he walks down the hall to Jungkook’s room.

“(Y/n), Tae, can you guys bring these over to the table?” Jin asks, his arm elbow deep in a bowl of dumpling filling, nodding towards the spoons, dumpling skins, and tinfoil lined pans next to him.

“For sure.” I nod and begin to bring the 8 spoons over as incomprehensible yells come from Jungkook’s room.

“Jin hyung,” Tae asks, “When are the other hyungs going to be back?”

Jin shakes his head, “I don’t know, but they be here quick otherwise I’m-“

“I said I’m awake!” Jungkook yells running from his room, closely followed by Jimin holding two pillows.

At the same moment, the door opens as Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi all return home with groceries in hand.

“I thought we agreed to let Jungkook sleep until 2?” Namjoon says coming into the apartment, side eyeing Jimin and Jungkook angrily pouting at each other from across the table.

“We said to let him sleep till the dumplings were ready for making.” Jin says and sets the tub of filling onto the table, “And the dumplings are ready now.”

“You forgot the water dishes.” Hoseok says, passing by the table to drop off groceries in the kitchen. “I’ll get them. How many do we need?”

“Get 4, two people to a dish.” I tell him while the others grapple for spoons.

“Okay, tomorrow we’re making rice cake soup so to start, make them round and then we can decide what to do with the rest.” Jin instructs, picking up his own spoon and starts filling a dumpling.

“We need music!” Jungkook exclaims and jumps out of his chair, “It’s too quiet in here.”

He walks over to the speakers and scrolls through his phone for the perfect song. A second later, the beginning beats of “Bapsae” (“Silver Spoon”) fill the room. Jungkook bounces to the beat and returns to his seat.

“Jungkook, what did you even do last night?” I ask, intrigued as to why he slept for so long and why they would let him sleep that long. “You were with a girl?” I ask.

“Ha, you wish it was a girl, don’t you, (y/n)?” Jungkook comments, “Nah, I was up playing games and editing.”

“Ooh, another GCF?” I ask, putting the first dumpling on the tray. Taehyung sits across from me, just dancing to the song in his chair, in his own world.

“You know it.” Jungkook smiles proudly.

“Are you sleeping over tonight, (y/n)?” Yoongi asks, not looking up from his overly stuffed dumpling.

“Ya, Yoongi, I told you not to stuff them so they burst.” Jin scolds Yoongi.

“I can if you guys want me to, I have no plans tomorrow except for the afternoon.” I tell them.

“What do you have to do on New Year’s Day?” Taehyung asks, struggling to close his dumpling into a circle.

Hobi reaches over and helps him properly close it.

“I have to go into the office for a little.” I tell them. “Work stuff.”

“Who has to work on New Year’s Day? What company is even open on that day?” Hobi asks, almost appalled.

I shrug, “This industry is weird. It never stops.”

“Jimin, they’re not all facing the right way.” Tae whines and starts to rearrange the dumplings into neat rows.

“How much rice cake soup are you making tomorrow?” Namjoon asks, counting up the already made dumplings, “We’ve got 20 already.”

“Let’s make it thirty and then the rest will be made for simple eating.” Jin nods in satisfaction.

“What is the first schedule event of the new year for you guys?” I ask, curious if I’ll be able to see them again soon.

“I think we have a photoshoot with FILA the third or fourth of January.” Namjoon tries to remember.

“And then we have a lot of rehearsals.” Jungkook adds, “A lot.”

“Good bye sleep, we’ll see you never.” Taehyung jokes bringing laughter from the entire group.

“I’ll make sure you guys take breaks.” I say, pointing a finger at him.

“Will you bring us those little cakes again?” Jimin asks, his face lighting up at the memory.

“I can. You know I can bring anything to you guys.” I say and quickly correct myself. “I can bring anything to you guys so long as I can carry it into the building.”

“So elephants are a no-go?” Jungkook asks with sad puppy eyes.

“Why do you want an elephant?” Jin asks, “You can barely fit all of your tech in your room as it is, you can’t fit an elephant in there too.”

“He could.” Hobi defends Jungkook, “But it’d have to be a baby one or a miniature version.”

“The baby would grow up too fast and he’d have to get rid of it. And miniature elephants legit don’t exist.” Yoongi debunks Hobi’s theories.

Jin picks up the full tray of circle dumplings and puts them into in the freezer to save for tomorrow.

“Make them how you want now, we’ll just eats these as is.” Jin says. “(Y/n) will cook them later.”

“When did I agree to that?” I ask, turning to face him.

“When you walked through the door.” Jin says with an evil smile on his face.

I roll my eyes. “Steam or pan fried?” I ask.

“Yes.” Jungkook responds, staring ta me.

“Oh, oh-kay.” I say, looking at my hands as they fold the dimpling skin to create a pleated look.

“That’s cute, how do you do that?” Yoongi asks, looking at the dumpling I’ve just made.

“I’ll show you.” I tell him, grabbing another dumpling skin.

45 minutes and 75 dumplings later, we finish making dumplings and are now deciding who will clean.

“If I have to cook them for dinner, I’m not cleaning.” I state definitively. “It’s the only fair thing.”

“I prepared all the dumpling stuff, so I’m out.” Jin says, coming to stand by my side.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Hobi suggets.

In the shortest round of rock, paper, scissors I have ever seen them play, everyone lays down scissors except for Yoongi.

With a sigh and a low head, Yoongi begins to collect the dishes and brings them to the kitchen while the others, gather in the living room.

“I’ll help you, hyung.” Tae says and follows Yoongi into the kitchen. “What can I do?” He asks.

Yoongi must’ve gave him an order cause Tae starts to run around the kitchen and dining table for dishes.

“Did you ever finish that one drama?” Hobi asks, turning on the TV.

“Be specific, who are you talking to and what drama are you talking about?” I ask back.

“Weren’t you and Jin watching a drama together?” Hobi clarifies.

“Oh yeah, it was good.” Jin remembers at the same time I remember. “You should watch it.”

Hobi nods and flips through the channels, looking for something to watch.

“Ah, it feels so nice to rest for a little.” Namjoon stretches and leans back on the couch.

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Jungkook finishes off his shot with a loud clearing of his throat and a twirl around. My tipsy self find it a little more hilarious than sober me. Laughing with tears in my eyes, I struggle to breath.

“What are you doing, Jungkook?” Jimin asks, his eyes are basically gone from laughing.

We’re 5 bottles of Soju down and 30 minutes until the new year arrives.

“I’m not going to let this night go to waste.” Jungkook says, proudly.

The TV plays the New Year’s Eve special broadcast. We’re munching on the snacks laid out on the table and Hobi is zoning in and out of the conversation.

“Alright, before the New Year hits and Hobi or Jimin falls asleep,” Taehyung says, eyeing the two light weight, “Let’s say our resolutions. Jin hyung first.”

“Ah,” Jin wasn’t expecting to be first, though he really should’ve seen it coming. He is the oldest after all. “My new year’s resolution is to keep my World Wide Shoulders.” He nods.

“Yoongi hyung?” Jimin asks, looking to the second oldest.

“Mmm, I think mine would be to explore new music genres and create a plan for my next mistape release.”

“Hobi hyung?” Jimin keeps going done the line.

“I think mine would definitely be to release a new mixtape.” Hobi basically repeats Yoongi.

“Aye,” Jungkook and I express dissatisfaction with his answer.

“Fine,” Hobi caves. “It’ll be to work out and build more muscle.”

“Namjoon?” Jungkook says.

“My resolution is to be a better leader for ARMY’s.” Namjoon says with a satisfied smile on his face.

The room goes quiet as we all take in his deep answer.

“(Y/n)?” Namjoon asks, breaking the silence.

“My resolution?” I pause to think like I haven’t had time to before my turn. “Mine is to leave work at work and spend more time with myself and with friends outside of work.”

“That’s a good one,” Jin comments and I nod.

“Mine is to show release three new songs this year.” Taehyung says without prompting, like he’d been waiting for his turn.

“Oh, I’m excited now.” I say, “Jimin?”

“I want learn the guitar and more piano.” Jimin says after pondering for a couple seconds.

“You can play the piano for me then!” Taehyung says excitedly and Jimin nods along happily.

“Jungkook?” Hobi asks the youngest.

“Uhm, I think mine would be to put out more GCF and show ARMY’s the unfiltered version of us.” He says with a soft smile on his face.

“We’re going to have a great year.” I say, pouring our final shots for the year.

“Heck yeah we are.” Taehyung agrees, picking his glass up.

10.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

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random-imagines-blog · 5 years ago

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Wake Up Call {Davey Havok Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3393 Summary: You’re Davey’s wife, as well as playing manager and roadie to the band. It’s been a crazy tour, and after one hectic day, your body forcibly tells you that you need to slow down.

You’d never admit to anyone how truly tired you were, especially not to your husband. He would take care of you, no doubt about that, but in doing so - he would be letting down thousands of people because his heart wouldn’t be in his work. You were married to the lead singer of well-known rock group AFI, Davey Havok himself, and you definitely considered yourself lucky that such a handsome, kind, creative and passionate man loved you in return. The downside of this relationship was the tours, no doubt about that. That meant that he was away from you for months at a time so you did the only thing that you could think of. You became their tour manager, and roadie all in one just so you could be closer to him and the rest of the band whom you considered to be your closest friends. Davey was so happy about you coming on board, he would literally thank you at the end of every show, in front of the audience, for doing such an amazing job. You felt amazing at the praise, but it also put a lot of pressure on you to keep up the amount of work that you were doing, though most of the time it felt like you were doing the work of three different people.

Since you were glued to your phone and laptop at all times, you were having trouble sleeping. It was getting to the point where you were scared that you were going to wake up Davey with the tossing and turning you were doing on the bunk of the bus. You were laying beside him one night, with your eyes shut tight, trying to get your brain to relax. Your husband rolled over onto his side, opened his eyes, and lightly grazed your face with the back of his hand. As most of his touches did, it relaxed you and you started to feel at ease. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

You opened your eyes just enough to make out his outline in the dark space. He raised his upper body, balancing his head on his hand now. “Just having a little bit of insomnia, you know how I can get on the bus sometimes, baby.” You assured him. The feeling of moving didn’t always help, nor did the sounds of other cars outside rushing past - sometimes you’d also get obnoxious honking right outside the window. Shaking your head, you turned onto your side so the two of you were face to face, your knees bumping into one another. You subtly raised one leg, and he slipped his in between yours, entwining the two of you together for further comfort.

“We’ll be staying in a hotel tomorrow night, you can get plenty of rest there,” He said, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead. You smiled, knowing that it wasn’t going to be that easy, since you were having some issues with some of the venues not having the stage as large as needed, and promoters not emailing you back.

“You’re right, let’s get some rest.” You said, knowing it was easier to just keep pretending that you were alright. Davey laid his head back down and closed his eyes and was able to drift off easily. You watched him, noticing that he was smiling in his sleep.

You had only taken two bites of the frozen dinner that you had heated in the microwave, when your phone started to ring. The name on it was of a promoter that you had been having problems with for quite some time, so you had to answer it. By the time that the phone call was over and everything was settled, your food had grown too cold for you to eat, and everything was mushy. Davey passed by you and wrinkled his nose at the food that you were eating. “You going to finish that?”

“Probably not. I think I have a bag of chips somewhere I can munch on,” You mumbled, picking up the tray and throwing it in the trash.

“That’s better than nothing, right?” He said, pecking your cheek. He took one of his own special frozen meals from the freezer and started to cook it up. Whilst the boys all had their special food, you had whatever you could pick up from the different convenience stores that surrounded the venues. It usually wasn’t healthy, and it almost always wasn’t enough to fill your stomach but you didn’t have time to go through and order your own meals on top of the boys’. Once you went to the bunk to get a little bit of rest before heading through border control, you heard your phone ding. You groaned and picked up your phone to see three emails mounting up.

Today was clearly not your day.

Things at the American/Canadian border were going slower than usual today. Jade had misplaced his passport on the bus and you had to turn everything upside down to help him find it - only to see that it was sticking out from under his pillow. And then someone had misplaced your papers that had the VISA information for playing paid shows in Canada and you had to search for that while an officer stood by the door watching you closely. Davey and the others were off the bus, hanging out in the border control office, signing a couple of autographs while you had to also deal with showing them all what was inside of the luggage cases, the instrument cases, and that the amps really were what you were saying they were.

When all of that was done, you had only eaten a snack-sized bag of chips and two bites of your frozen mush, and gotten about five hours spanned out over the last two nights. You had a migraine the size of Texas, and sat down on the bunk you shared with your husband and ran your fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face. You actually felt like you were going to burst out into tears from the stress, but all you could do was lay back and take an advil. You’ve been taking more of those than you have of food, just to stop the headaches.

“You okay?” Hunter asked, pausing by you on the way to his own bunk. You nodded and forced a smile on your face.

“I’ll be great once we get set up and I can hear you guys play again. No matter how bad I feel, your playing always helps.”

Hunter laughed and ruffled your hair then jumped into his bunk for a nap until they got to the city and would need to start setting up. You closed the curtain on your bunk and closed your eyes, waiting for the throbbing pain to dissipate.

You barely fell asleep, maybe dozed for half an hour before there was a squeal and the bus went onto the side of the road. “No, no, no, fuck today.” You groaned, pushing the curtain roughly aside and got out of the bunk.

“Blew a tire, I think.” The driver said, opening the door and exited the bus. You followed him and saw that indeed, that’s exactly what happened.

“If this day gets any worse, I swear, I’m going to be dead.” Your headache hadn’t gone away, instead it was getting a lot worse. “I’ll try and find the closest mechanic.”

When you started to go up the steps into the bus, you stumbled. Exhaustion and hunger was taking you over and you were starting to feel dizzy and light-headed. You clenched your fist around the railing, holding onto it until the black spots in your vision started to dissipate. You took a deep breath, then continued up and cleared your throat to get the attention of the band. “So I’ve got some bad news,” You said, which caused them all to groan in unison. “We sort of managed to get one of our tires destroyed, so I’m going to call up a mechanic and get them over here to replace it. In the meantime, I’ll see if I can get a replacement vehicle to take you and the equipment along to the venue-”

“We can wait, we should be fine.” Adam spoke up. The other agreed and you gave a sigh of relief. That was one less thing that you had to worry about. You found your phone in the bunk and started to look up the closest mechanics to where you were and making phone calls, working out deals, then calling the record label to see if they would cover the expenses. It was covered by the insurance that was taken out on the tour van - but unfortunately, it was going to take a while for the mechanics to come out and install a new tire. While you were on the phone with them, you decided to go ahead and order two spares in case this were to happen again, just to save time.

“So how long are we going to be stuck here for?” Davey asked, sitting beside you on the couch, putting his arm around your shoulders. You winced, not because he hurt you in any way, but because you felt too weak to even take on that little bit of weight.

“You know how these things are,” You groaned, pushing your hair out of your face where it was getting stuck to beads of stress sweat. “Could be an hour, could be three. But I’ll do everything I can to make sure that we get to the venue and don’t disappoint the fans,” You smiled weakly, knowing that was what Davey considered to be most important.

“I know, you’re amazing, I should tell you that more,” He flicked his lip with his tongue, something that he has done for years and never realized, then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. You smiled more broadly at that, feeling more comfortable with his affection.

You could only do so much though. As you stayed on the phone with the mechanics, traffic started to back up and it took two and a half hours for him to get there, and an additional bit to change the tire due to the heaviness of the truck. You were however pleased to see that he had brought the two spares. “Please, listen up!” You said, clapping to get the attention of the band after the tire had been replaced. “What happened sucks but if traffic lightens up closer to the city, we should be able to get there in time. You have a show to play though, so do your vocal exercises and your cardio on the bus if possible. Let’s go people!”

Everyone was back onto the bus and it left the shoulder of the road and was back on the highway - where everything was bumper to bumper. “Can today get any worse?” You questioned yourself, then immediately knocked on the closest wood surface for luck. You took another pill to try to get your migraine to go away and attempted to make the best use of the time you did have to rest your eyes.

You ended up being half an hour late. There were lines of people outside who were waiting for the doors to open, which should have happened fifteen minutes before. You were the first one off of the bus and addressed the people as quick as you could. “Please be patient,” You started, then felt a drop of rain fall onto the top of your head. The knock on wood hadn’t been enough, apparently. It started to downpour fast, soaking the people. “Fuck it, Let’s get these doors open!” You called up to security. A collective cheer went across the crowd. The tourbus edged it’s way to the back doors, while people streamed in through the front.

You set about to probably the least favorite part of the job, and that was carrying in equipment. Sure, there were men from the venue who helped out with that but you were the only one on the bus who took care of that. Save for Hunter, who liked to carry in his own bass. You picked up one of the drums from Adam’s kit and started to carry it through the rain, and into the slightly chilly venue. The guys were in the green room, getting ready for the show with their hair, and make-up in Davey’s case, while you assisted in the hard work.

“Do you need any help with that?” A pleasant voice asked. Trying not to appear overly grateful, you nodded and the crew ember took the drum from you and brought it to where it was supposed to be. There was too much work to do, too little time to do it but you needed a rest. The wall was cool, and you leaned your forehead against it and tried to catch your breath. You were seeing black spots in your vision again. “Oh shit - are you okay?” The same crew member asked when he was making his way back to the van.

“Yeah, I just-” You tried to turn around, but swayed back against the wall. Gritting your teeth, you pushed yourself away from it and stood strong on your feet, despite feeling extremely weak. “I’m fine.” You said, holding your hand to your head which was still throbbing from the headache. “I’m okay.”

The young man frowned. “You should go sit down, get a bottle of water, we’ve got this.”

Although your brain was screaming at you to keep working, your body was telling you to do the opposite. “I might just do that - come find me if there’s any troubles, okay?” You requested, trying to at least sound strong. The man nodded, and gave you a little nudge towards the green room where you could hopefully find somewhere to sit down.

“Y/N!” The venue owner came over and shook your hand before you could reach the room. Another problem to deal with, you could see it in his eyes. You shook his hand and eyed him warily, waiting for the bomb to drop. “Isn’t this weather something?”

“It sure is,” You said, putting your hands into your pockets after the hand-shaking was done. “What can I do for you?”

As the owner began talking, you could see the embarrassed look on his face. “I was just thinking uhh - the fans have been lined up since early this afternoon and uhh - I know set up is going to take a while and uhh-”

“I’m sorry, there’s a lot of work to do, can you maybe get to the point?” You honestly didn’t mean to be so rude, but standing here and listening to his mumbling was not doing either of you any favors.

“Is there any sort of entertainment that we can set up for the audience while they’re waiting?” The man finally sputtered out, his face pink. You licked your lips and thought for a moment. You brought your phone out of your pocket and put it into the man’s hand. If you had any calls or emails, fuck it, you couldn’t do it, not right now. “Just get your sound guy to plug this in, there’s some playlists on there of some good music that you can play to get the crowd hyped up - I don’t know what we can do at this point, we’re so underprepared.”

“Thanks.” The guy said, holding up your phone then wandered over to the sound booth. You followed him with your eyes, then sighed wearily. First things first - you were going to find a bathroom and try to regain a decent appearance, then rest up while the band plays.

Things didn’t turn out that way, though. For once you took a couple of steps, the blackness in your vision came back. But this time it was a total takeover. One second you were looking at the lights above, and the next, everything was dark.

When you came to, you were in the hospital. You could tell that before you opened your eyes - it was evident from the smell, and from the sound of the beeping. The hospital gown felt uncomfortable against your body but hey - at least it wasn’t the wet clothes from earlier.

When your eyes did flutter open, they were treated to dim lighting, Davey sitting on a chair next to your bed with his head leaning against your leg, and a nurse changing the bag that was attached to your IV. “Oh, good morning!” The nurse said, cheerfully. Davey’s head shot up at the sound of her voice, then turned towards you. He looked as exhausted as you felt - which definitely made you feel concerned.

“Hi - sorry, how long have I been here?” There was no point in asking why you were here - that much was obvious. “You came in last night, and this is the first time you’ve been conscious. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Umm - handing over my phone to the venue owner,” You said, squinting as you attempted to remember. “I guess I missed a couple of meals over the past couple of days ... oops.”

“Oops?” Davey asked, his perfectly plucked eyebrows flying high to his hairline. “That’s all that you have to say for yourself? Oops?”

“I’ll get the doctor...” The nurse said, backing out of the room and closed the door. At least it was a private room, there was no other patient in here to feel embarrassed about.

“Today - I mean, yesterday was just a hard day. Nothing was going right, I was just a bit stressed, I didn’t have time.” You said sheepishly, avoiding your husband’s eye.

“Unbelievable. You passed out backstage! The venue owner called an ambulance for you, and we didn’t even find out until after we played the set!” Davey said, getting to his feet. He started to pace the room, tongue flicking his lip. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because there wasn’t time!” You insisted, looking at the bag of fluids that was going into your body, rather than at your husband. “I’ve had to work hard lately because I’m doing everything myself. At least before I had help from Smithy, but now I’m entirely on my own and ... and I don’t want to let you down.”

“Is that seriously something you worry about? Letting me down? Because it’s impossible, my dear, impossible.” He stopped at the end of the bed and put his hands on his hips. You looked down at your lap and sniffled because you had to be honest here, you were a mess. This was the worst you’ve ever been.

“I just want everything to be perfect,” You said, keeping your eyes down.

The door opened suddenly, making both of you jump. It was a Doctor who appeared to be in his mid-forties and was looking over your chart on the clipboard. “Miss Y/L/N?”

“That’s me,” You admitted.

“Well, it looks like you’ve been suffering from some severe dehydration.” The Doctor said, barely looking up from the chart. “Along with malnutrition and general exhaustion. I might have to put you down for a psych eval-”

“No, that’s quite alright.” You said, cutting him off, which made him look up. “I’m not trying to hurt myself or anything, I’ve just been overworking. I know that. And I’ll work on it-”

“We’ll work on it,” Davey interceded. “Together. I don’t know how I never noticed - all the sleepless nights that you had, the microwaved dinners... we’ve all been depending on you too much. You’ve been taking such good care of us - and now, we’re going to take care of each other, like we said in our vows.”

#Davey Havok #Davey Havok x reader #Davey Havok oneshot #AFI #AFI oneshot #request #oneshot #oneshots #daveyh

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neicywrts · 5 years ago

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Aye yo you what it is. The fill in meme plss

ship: Ryan x Tariq

@iraclemayrps

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:

It varies, but most of the time it’s Ryan. As a first year doctor she’s usually up and running by six am.

Who’s the one to make breakfast:

Ryan. If Tariq doesn’t wake up while she’s going through her morning routine she’ll cook breakfast and leave his plate in the microwave (with turkey bacon ofc).

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

Tariq. The only time either of them have time to do the whole breakfast in bed thing is on the weekend, and Ryan is asleep like a rock. She would sleep the day away if he’d let her. Instead he wakes her up with a plate of her breakfast favs (pancakes), and although she’s grumbling about being woken up she clears her plate.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:

Tariq. Ryan tries to tip toe around their bedroom to not wake him, but sometimes it’s inevitable. She quietly sits on the edge of the bed, fresh out the shower, to put lotion on when she feels a tug on the back of her towel. It doesn’t come all the way off, but its enough to expose her. Then she feels his lips on the back of her neck, and his hands pulling away the rest of the towel. Fortunately for him, that’s all it takes for Ryan to get wet with a heated blush spreading over her skin. Damn, she’s gonna be late. But there was no way she could resist him, with his messy dark hair and his voice still deep with sleep. She looks over her shoulder at him, smiling. “You get five minutes, make it quick.”

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:

“Lay around”, used lightly. They don’t do much sleeping when they decide to take a day for themselves. Tariq is the one to bring stay home up. When the quickie turns into rounds two and three (which isn’t surprising to anyone), and they’re wrapped around each other in bed, Tariq suggest they both just stay home from work. She’s already late anyway. Ryan, worn out and in post-orgasmic bliss isn’t too hard to convince. Sometimes they miss each other. She’s coming in the house when he’s leaving, and she’s leaving when he’s just getting home. They’re schedules can get crazy, with her being a doctor and him being a late night radio host. She was more than happy to miss this one day of work, and “lay around” with her husband.

Who chooses the movies:

Ryan. Tariq couldn’t care less about what she puts on, they never end up watching the whole thing anyway. He makes sure of that.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:

Truly, it rotates, but most of the time its Tariq. Her husband likes to communicate with his hands. If they’re close to each other, he has to be touching some part of her. Not that Ryan is complaining. She likes it when they’re both doing their own thing. her head in a book and him on his phone, and his fingers find some exposed skin to trace. They’re sitting on the couch, and Ryan put on some weird psychological thriller, her favorite genre. Her back is against the arm of the couch, and she’s got her feet in his lap. His hand is lightly massaging her soles and ankles, but his eyes are on the TV, almost as if he’s doing it absentmindedly. It wasn’t absentmindedly at all. She should’ve learned that most of the time, her husband has an agenda, which he revealed when his hands started to travel higher up her leg, then one of them was past her knees and on her thigh. She looked over at him with narrowed eyes. He was still looking at the tv, but a smile played on his lips. “Stop that,” she scolded, but parted her thighs a little more. A couple minutes later one of his hands was up her night dress, tracing the fabric of her panties, and it was harder to focus on the movie. They both looked away from the movie and at each other at the same time.Next thing she knew, she was underneath him, her body lit aflame and her panties pushed to the side. The movie was forgotten, Ryan’s cries drowning the murmur of the tv.

Who orders lunch:

Ryan is usually the voice of reason, and when they’ve been at it for three hours straight, she decides its definitely time to replenish. They both like a little mom and pop shop down the street from their apartment that sells Ethiopian food, so Ryan untangles herself from her husband and calls in their usual order.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:

They both do but Ryan does it the most. When the food gets there, they sit on the couch in front of the tv and put on something they both actually wanna watch. It usually ends up being their trash tv fav; real house wives of atlanta. Ryan ordered the Doro Wot like always, and its good and saitfying until she looks over at Tariq’s Shiro. Her spoon is in his food before he knows it. When he looks over at her, she smiles coyly, “the food always taste better when it’s yours.”

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:

Tariq. He’s tired by the time Sheree says something that she wasn’t suppose to say, and so Kenya and Porscha are going at it while they’re at brunch. It truly was trash tv, but Ryan loved it. They’re both laid out on the couch, her back to his front and tucked against him. She can tell he’s asleep when his breathing evens out...and when he stops asking her questions about to women on tv finally. Ryan wiggles closer, and in his sleep, his arm bands around her.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:

Tariq takes pride in being able to distract his wife, as long as she doesn’t pull the ‘no-touching’ rule. Ryan is laid across their bed, her hair in a bun, glasses on, and her laptop in front of her, researching away. “I thought today was out day off?” He asks his wife when he walks into their room. Ryan smiles the way she always does when she sees him “Yes, it is, just gimmie ten more minutes,” she tries to bargain, but Tariq is already shaking his head. He climbs on top of her and shuts her laptop. It doesn’t take long for Ryan to forget all about whatever she was working on.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:

Ryan. After they’ve worn each other out for the third time that day, she turns over to her husband and props herself up on his chest. “You know what would be sooo good right now?” Tariq makes a noise, although he’s already got a clue to what his wife was gonna say. “Ben and jerrys. Chunky money and americone dream on a waffle cone...aaand the one on broadway is still open.” Tariq sighs, “get dressed, woman.”

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:

Tariq. He’s always snapping pictures of her, even when she’s telling him to stop because she looks a mess. He looks at her like she’s crazy, “Noori, you always look good as fuck What’re you talkin about?” She rolls her eyes at him, but a blush rises on her cheeks, and she holds her actions a little longer so he can snap a picture.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:

They sat down at one of the iron wrought tables in front of ben and jerrys to eat their ice cream, and Ryan is so wrapped up in licking her ice cream down that it takes a moment for her to notice Tariq smirking at her. She stops, “why you lookin at me like that?” He shakes his head, “got deja vu, you look like how you did this morning.” She looks at him in confusion before she realizes she has ice cream dripping down her chin. Ryan burst out laughing, loud and with her head thrown back before she grabbed a napkin to clean her chin off. “You’re nasty.” Tariq chuckles, “nah, what you did this morning was nasty.”

Who cooks dinner:

Its a team effort. A couple hours after they got home, Ryan walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge and the freezer, looks for a few seconds, closes it and walks away. Her tell tale sign. She does it two more times before Tariq finally joins her in the kitchen, knowing if he didn’t she would just keep doing it.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:

Another team effort. Growing up in black/brown households won’t allow them to let someone clean up after them. They rotate who washes and who dries the dishes while Tariq’s playlist is playing.

Who stays up until 2 reading:

Ryan. After Tariq finally falls asleep, she opens her laptop to get a little research done. Her humble but overachieving mind won’t let her go through a whole day without doing any work.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:

It depends on who falls asleep first, because they both it. When Ryan finally puts her laptop away, her husband is out cold, lightly snoring and turned towards her. He always has to be touching her, even in his sleep. His hand is on her leg. Ryan’s heart does that fluttery thing it always does when she thinks about him. It was hard to believe that a few years ago she was engaged to the wrong man, and still under her parents thumb despite being hundreds of miles away from them. Now, she was with a man who supported her. Believed in her more than she believed in herself. Made her laugh more than anyone else. Accepted her. Loved her and loved on her. All because she swiped right on tinder.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:

Again, it depends on who falls asleep first. But when its Ryan, she puts her fingers in his hair and kissed his forehead, cheek, nose, and softly plants one on his lips. By then, he’s usually a little awake to kiss her back.

#iraclemayrps #otp: in real life #ch: ryan #whew my emotionssss

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sleepyfan-blog · 6 years ago

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Why this?

your angsty discord request @izzy-the-bizzy dreamswap by @onebizarrekai

warnings: major character death, ds crue, angst, implied manipulation

characters: DS Blue, DS Cross, DS Dream, DS Nightmare, DS Error

word count: 2,048

summary: All Cross wanted to do was bake a cake and enjoy spending time with his boyfriend.

Despite the fact that his former friends hadn't contacted him at all - not since he had come to stay with Blue - Cross had to admit to himself that he... He missed them. He missed the hijinks that the three of them could get up to - even if running for their lives from JR and Nightmare's lunatic brother wasn't always fun. He also... Worried about them, as he did regularly rescue them after they'd gotten captured by Justice Reigns. But his phone with their contacts had broken months ago and he... He had tried to text them with his new phone, using code phrases to tell them that it was him trying to talk to them but...

They never responded. Which hurt, but Blue's steady, calming presence had been a wonderful gift. The two of them had been dating for about two months, and while... While Blue could get really intense sometimes, he was also very attentive and sweet and Cross didn't understand why Error held a special hatred for the swap Sans. Maybe it was because Blue was a hugger? He knew that the glitched skeleton had a fear of touch... But Cross didn't mind touch - and was more than content to let Blue cuddle him while they watched TV or played video games. The other still talked on his phone a lot and interacted with... Shady people, but as Cross was still wanted by Justice Reigns, he figured that he wouldn't judge anyone else who was on that list.

Sure there were people who deserved to be in the crazy angel's hit list, but as the three of them were innocents... Cross was pretty sure that there were more. soft sigh left him as he stretched and yawned, glancing at the front door to their home. Outertale really was beautiful, and he... He liked being able to stay in one place for more than a couple of weeks that wasn't the omega timeline as... It felt more real. Blue said that he would be home from a job soon, and Cross was trying not to get worried. He got up and paced around their home, before deciding that he was going to make the both of them a chocolate cake. It would give him something to do other than to stare at the channels that had nothing on - or the video games that he'd played a million times (they weren't as fun by himself).

Humming softly to himself, Cross pulled out the ingredients that he needed.. Another thing he appreciated about living with Blue - he could impulsively decide to make himself something to eat and wouldn't have to go out and steal half of the ingredients because they had to leave behind everything that they didn't have on them or in their inventories three dozen or so AUs ago, because Nightmare's brother was a lunatic.

It was super tempting to just eat the batter, the warm scent of the rich chocolate tempting as he scraped it out into the cake pan. He could almost hear Nightmare's scolding voice "It's better when it's cooked, Cross." Or Error quietly asking for the bowl, so that he could lick it clean. Not that Nightmare was any better at avoiding eating batter. The oven beeped, and Cross grinned, sliding it into the center, humming a little more as he cleaned the mixing bowl and giving into the urge to lick the spatula clean before actually washing it.

He double checked the fridge and danced a little in victory "Yes! We have cream cheese!" Cross celebrated, double checking that it didn't have either of their names on it, before scraping it into the freshly washed bowl, pulling a couple of bars of dark chocolate from his special stash and melting the chopped pieces in the microwave as he measured out the rest of the ingredients for the frosting that he wanted to make, mixing them together, and carefully pouring the melted chocolate in as soon as it was cool enough.

Waiting for the cake to cook took forever and Cross rocked backwards and forwards on his feet, occasionally staring at the frosting, before looking away again. No. He could wait until the cake was cooked... and cooled... before he frosted the cake and had some. Trying to frost the cake while it was warm would lead to a deliciously sticky, melty mess. Which Error and Nightmare appreciated, but disappointed his boyfriend and he didn't want to disappoint Blue. He liked it when Blue was happy with him and this was going to be so tasty. Cross could feel it! He had poured all his love and care into making the cake and the frosting, even though he had danced around like a dork while doing so. But Blue wasn't there to see and tease him about it, so there.

Cross wandered back to the TV, turning it on, mostly for something to distract himself as the cake was going to be a while in the oven and then the fridge (maybe he could put it in the freezer instead? So that it would cool faster? But... There wasn't much room in their freezer right now) and he needed to do something to distract himself from eating handfuls of warm cake and freshly made frosting like a "Godless heathen, goddamn it Cross! At least share, damn it!". He didn't particularly feel like watching any of the metta- or napstaton shows going on - and would have skipped past the Justice Reigns news channel, as it was either recordings of Licht's speeches, propaganda or both mostly, but they were doing a breaking news bulletin about a dangerous and clever criminal.

Grinning a little and curious as to what sort of prank Nightmare pulled on Dream this time, Cross jumped over the back of the couch with a flip, landing on his butt and bouncing up a bit with the force of landing on one of the cushions. The newscaster continued "-nd unfortunately, though Von Licht was able to fully rehabilitate the dangerous criminals Nightmare and Error, a particularly powerful Swap Sans with some Coding abilities that goes by the name Blue has proven himself to be utterly unrepentant."

The camera switched to a live-feed image of Dream, with Ink, Nightmare, and Error at his sides. With Ink and Nightmare on his right and left sides respectively. Error was holding Blue in his strings, the other's soul pulled out, the strings holding them looking as if they were starting to cut in painfully - especially as his boyfriend was wincing a little and shaking. Dream stared down impassively at Blue, who was on his knees.

Panic filled Cross as he desperately tried to figure out which AU they were in - spotting JR's main castle. Determination filled the skeleton and his blade manifested in his his hands. With a powerful burst of energy, he slashed himself a portal into Dream tale, as close to where his boyfriend was being held as possible, running as fast as he could, as he couldn't overcome the anti-teleportation wards. What the fuck were Nightmare and Error doing by Dream's side? Had they been brainwashed? Was that why they hadn't been answering him? Not that he really cared what the answers to those questions were - he and Blue could plan to rescue his idiot friends after the other was safe.

"BLUE!" Cross screamed, tears sliding down his face as he leaped onto the stage, slashing through Error's strings, intent on grabbing the other and continuing to run as fast as he can - and teleporting away as soon as they cleared the wards.

"Cr-Cross no! W-wait!" The love of his life cried out, tears streaming down the other's face "No d-don't!"

A wave of pure despair crashed through the former royal guard, and Cross felt himself crumple down into a heap, weeping inconsolably. There was a restraining hand on one of his shoulders, and he looked up, reaching up to his face and wiping his tears from his eye sockets enough to realize that Nightmare was the one restraining him "W-why?" He asked, his voice cracking in pain and confusion.

"Blue is... Blue is the worst sort of being. This was the only way that Error and I could come up with to rescue you. He's... He's dangerous, Cross. He's vile and manipulative and-" The negative guardian spoke, voice low and insistent "He's been using you for months. The only thing we could do was to go to Dream for help."

"Dream.. Th-the same being wh-who's been hunting you most of your life. Who wants us all dead. TH-that Dream? Nigh... Nightmare I know that you d-disapproved of m-me and B-Blue together but th... This..." Cross responded. If he wasn't so despondent he'd be furious. But he was drowning in his own despair. He stared up at Dream, the only one who could stop this "Please... L-lord V-von Licht... Please spare Blue. He... He's... He's not all bad I-I promise. I l-love him s-so much and I know he loves me... I-I'll do anything!"

"His crimes are numerous and grievous, young skeleton. He is the head of a powerful and widespread crime ring that delves into everything from blackmail and extortion, to illegal substance production and distribution, to name a few. He is also known to be an abuser and mind-breaker. I can sense that your feelings for him are true, but he is too dangerous to allow to continue to live." Von Licht responded, shaking his head a little "While you currently believe that he is a loving and kind partner, after time has passed and you heal from his psychological manipulation and training, you will realize what he's done to you. While it is true that he does hold some twisted affection for you, he is causing far too much damage to the multiverse as a whole for me to allow him to live, and he has proven resistant and defiant to rehabilitation."

"No... No... Please no... Don't... Don't kill him. Please! Ni-Nightmare ple-please t-talk sense into D-dream... E-error? Please... Please don't let this happen..." Cross begged, still entirely too miserable to do anything but plead. He should... where was his determination to make things better? why... Why was it the only thing he could do was weep and plead.

"That monster twisted me so far around I couldn't tell which way was up unless he told me!" Error hissed, having already wrapped his strings around Blue's body and Soul again, his eye lights blazing with anger "And I can tell he's done the same thing to you... Don't worry, Cross. We'll help you recover. I thought that Blue was good for me too, before you and Nightmare found and rescued me."

"But Blue hasn't... He hasn't hurt me. He-He's never struck or hit me once..." Cross protested, tears still freely flowing from his eye sockets "Please don't do this..."

"It must be done. For the betterment of the multiverse - and to allow both Error, yourself and everyone else that this monster has ever abused and manipulated to begin to truly heal." Von Licht responded, shaking his head a little "It is a pity how deep you are currently lost in his machinations, but that will pass."

Blue cleared his nonexistent throat and asked, his voice wavering a little, but full of that bravado and cheerful determination that Cross admired so dearly "Dream von Licht, as you are about to have me killed, may I have one final request, before I am murdered before millions after a very fast trial that was held less than an hour ago in one of your courts?"

Dream's wings twitched a little in irritation, the only indication of his true mood that Cross was able to spot "And what is this request of yours, criminal?"

"I would like to kiss my boyfriend one last time, so that he has one final memory of the two of us being close." Blue asked.

"Request denied." The angel growled, flicking one of his fingers in a decisive gesture.

Cross howled as he watched Blue's soul shatter before his very eyes, the other's body dusting slowly.

"Remember me... My love... That way... I'll always be... In your heart..." Blue murmured sweetly, the last thing to fade was his wonderful smile.

#major character death #ds blue #ds cross #ds dream #ds nightmare #ds error #ds crue #dreamswap #angst #Cross Suffers #implied manipulation tw #my writing

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owlmylove · 6 years ago

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tenderize

the things i’ve learned about food service: you say “behind” when you’re sneaking behind someone, announce your presence and intention and proximity. you knock on doors before you enter them so you are never a surprise. when someone gives you an order or command or request, you respond with a “heard.” the simplest one word way to reaffirm you heard, you understand, you will act as needed. i’ve gotten better communication with dish washers than i ever had with him.

you need to keep the freezer doors closed. this is difficult; the constant need for supplies, for oh-i-forgot-extra-garnish, the chocolate bonbons exiled in the far back for rare guests of honor, all contribute to freezer door traffic. and every 30 seconds it stays open can thaw the delicate ingredients inside, the raw flesh and wilting leaves, the edible flowers and temperamental dairy products. opening up has consequences.

i’m trying to keep my heart in the deep freeze, because yesterday he touched my fingers again for the first time in 6 months and that night i dreamt about the space between our fingers, the magnetic orbit between two hands resting just inches away, the absurdity of tension and meaning and stupid fucking hopefulness suffused between inches.

the boy i thought i loved before this one, before The Boy, was an engineer. i didn’t love him, and i realized that within the first few months of my something with him. the problem was simple: i had never truly been around men i simply liked before, straightforwardly and simply, who i found funny or thoughtful or kind. having never experience platonicism for anyone with a Y chromosome since kindergarten, i couldn’t quite make out the borderlines of my heart. as fitzgerald so perfectly said, “I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a tender sort of curiosity.” he made me feel soft, and curious, and confused.

this boy, not The Boy, was an engineer. he baked, and cooked, bottled his own kombucha and couldn’t stand the inherent chaos of magnets. i wrote him a poem, because when i was 19 and bleeding i’d exsanquinate all my heart aches into verses and hope for the best. i told him here is all i know; the slow orbit we fall into from the moment you walk into the room. the pull on my body becoming a line of heat against your own. the pendula of our palms drifting infinitesimally closer. my heart beating ferrofluid.

we would sit on couches in rooms full of our friends, laughing and not quite catching the corners of each other’s eyes. every brush of a knee against a calf or fingers against his wrist would fill my heart full to bursting with the sense of a victory won, a prize earned. i’d grow riskier with my tactility, keep moving the flag of fingers further and further until i could pet his hair and feel drunk with power. he would leave blankets on my couch, i’d leave teacups in his cupboards, and it felt like theft. courtship is nothing but colonization.

perhaps the problem with chefs is this: he opened my doors. thawed me out. the baker let me grow soft for the first time in my life, and after i wordlessly relegated him back to the safety of platonicism -- after he started dating our mutual friend who I’ve never quite liked, probably for cliché reasons I’ve never cared enough to analyze -- he left me defenseless. when The Boy would arrive a month later, tripping in on the heels of all my stolen glances and brushed hands, i melted.

when chefs need to prepare frozen meat, they thaw and tenderize it. how wonderfully accurate a word for the action: slamming a stainless steel spiked mallet over and over again into defenseless flesh. softening it up for consumption. tenderness is violent.

he tenderized me. i bled for him. in hindsight, i don’t know what else i could’ve expected.

one night i wrote i want to butterfly my heart open and pound it flat to share. worried about how much necessary pain i’ll incur in doing so.

i didn’t write is necessary the right word?

one night i wrote there is such a quick period of time between meeting a person and digging your fingers into your chest, cracking your ribs apart to offer up the raw nerves of yourself. how rapidly, how effortlessly it grows difficult to be without them. last night on a dark road i thought of this stabbing feeling in my stomach and wondered with bone-deep satisfaction how a car wreck would feel right about now. screaming metal and shattered glass feels like an ibuprofen for heartache

that’s another thing i’ve learned in the restaurant business: ibuprofen and cigarettes are like currency. keep both on hand whenever possible, and you’ll make friends fast. i keep 100 tablet bottles of ibuprofen in my purse now, just in case. they are as much for me as they are for others. i have always been better at dispensing sweetness than keeping it.

#writing #spilled ink #creative nonfiction #romance #heartbreak #owl post

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hymn2000 · 6 years ago

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Chiquitita - MCU AU fanfic - C3

Story summary: Something strange is happening. Someone from space has made their way to Earth, armed with a strange weapon. Targeting teenagers, their ray gun, when fired, turns the victim into a toddler. The Avengers set out to stop this, and find a way to reverse the effects. However, they don’t all come out of the battle unscathed.

Previous chapters: 1 2

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: de-aging, family stuff, corporal punishment (early chapters only), mental health stuff, hurt/comfort

This chapter dedicated to @theallpowerfulone for being one of my long time readers, and for all of the comments I get on virtually every chapter of anything I ever post. Hope you enjoy

Chapter 3 - A Rifle In Your Hand

Peter woke up naturally, feeling refreshed, which was a surprise for him. It was still fairly early, so he spent a while lounging in bed, daydreaming and thinking about what they’d all get up to in the afternoon, once Kindsprengen was a thing of the past. There was a click, and the bedroom door cracked open.

“Oh, you’re awake” Carol said, coming over to him.

“Yeah, but only just”

Carol sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the boys hair gently.

“I’ll be back by the time you’ve finished up with the Avengers” she promised.

“Are you sure you can’t help?”

“I’ve got things to sort out this morning. You’re perfectly capable without me. Besides, I’m not in the plan” she kissed him gently on the forehead. “Good luck. You’ll do great. I love you, baby”

“I love you too, mumma” Peter said, giving her a hug. “See you later”

“See you later, baby. I can’t wait to hear about your victory”

Half an hour later, Peter realised he could hear people walking about, people talking in the distance, and the whirring sounds of the showers and cisterns. It was obvious he was no longer the only one awake. Peter climbed out of bed, threw a blanket round his shoulders, and went off to the kitchen.

Steve was cooking at the stove, and Banner was stood leaning against the counter beside him, talking. Clint and Thor were drinking coffee at the breakfast bar.

“Morning, everyone!” Peter said brightly.

“Morning, Peter”

“How are you so full of energy?” Clint said.

“I slept well” Peter said simply. “Anyone need a drink while I’m making one?”

“I think we’re all set” Banner said, raising his own mug.

Peter nodded, humming to himself as he filled the kettle and stuck it back on its stand, leaving it to boil while he got out a mug and went over to the drinks cupboard.

“I hope you’re not nicking the instant coffee” Tony said, coming into the kitchen, hair still wet from his shower.

“Nope, of course not!” Peter said, taking his hand off the Nescafe and grabbing his own box of chai tea.

Tony poured himself a mug of coffee from the machine, and went to look over Steve’s shoulder.

“Army rations, is it?”

Steve shot him a look. “Just because I’m not doing anything too heavy, doesn’t mean I’m giving us the bare minimum”

“Uncle Steve does the best breakfast food” Peter said, pouring water into his mug.

“Rude” Tony said, pretending to clock him over the head.

“My word, it’s not even 8am and you’re already smacking my boy about”

Tony stuck his tongue out at Loki. “Ha ha, very funny”

“Morning, Loki” Bruce said.

“Morning” Loki said, putting an arm round Peter and giving him a quick kiss. “Is that drink for me?”

“Uhh. No, but I’ll make you once” Peter said. “What kind of tea do you want?”

“Surprise me”

Loki let Peter get on, and went and looked over Steve’s shoulder.

“What are you cooking?”

“Ham and poached eggs on English muffins” Steve said.

“Ooh, good option”

“Thanks. I’m glad you’re more agreeable than your husband”

Loki just laughed, shaking his head and going to annoy Tony for a bit.

“Um, should we be waking the girls?” Bruce said. “We wanted to be punctual today”

“Mumma’s gone already” Peter said.

“Yeah, and the other two are already up” Clint said. “Nat was having a shower, and she said Wanda was awake. They’ll be through when they’re ready”

Peter was anxious and restless with anticipation while everyone finished getting ready. Steve gave him his shield to occupy him, and he spent a while looking at it and practising holding and using it. He got a little more ambitious, swinging it about and acting out, until Tony grabbed it from him and told him if he even thought about frisbeeing it, there’d be trouble.

But then everyone was ready, suited and booted, and assembled into the front line team and the sub team. Surveillance confirmed it was time to move, and that was it: they were off.

Loki couldn’t help being vaguely impressed by the army Kindsprengen arrived with. His original thought; that it was only a handful of people, had quickly been proved wrong. At least it made things interesting. But it also made things harder. They were fast, and vicious. They could hold their own, and it was maximum effort for a long time there, with everyone going full-pelt.

The opposition may have been fast, but the Avengers were stronger, and they worked in a better formation. They knew exactly what they were doing, and, unlike Kindsprengen’s army, they had a plan. The enemy was falling, and it was only a matter of time before Kindsprengen was the only one left standing.

Crucial times were closing in, but Loki and Tony had landed on the same ledge, and they couldn’t help having non-battle-related conversations while they overlooked the makeshift battleground and kept an eye on how things were setting themselves up for the final battle.

“I still think it’s a bad idea” Tony said. “I think, nice, home-cooked meal. Salad. Get the Twisters out of the freezer or something. Perfect way to wind down after a mission, don’t you think?”

“Well, I’m all for it, as long as I don’t have to put in the effort” Loki said.

Tony laughed. “You can just pass out a few bottles of drink and then doss it for the rest of the day; just sleep or read or something. Carol’s gonna be back later so the kid’ll be occupied telling his battle tales and stuff”

“Very true. He loves that woman”

“So do you”

“And you”

“I don’t suppose you’re considering running off into the starlight together?” Tony teased.

“Don’t be an idiot”

“Can you two leave your domestic talk till later?!” Steve shouted. “We’re a bit busy here!”

Peter’s voice came through the headset. “I’ve got visual. I can take him out”

“Kid, no” Tony snapped. “Follow the plan!”

“I’m moving in”

“Wait, don’t-!”

Peter did. There was nothing at all stopping him from taking Kindsprengen down. He was undetected, and it wouldn’t take long. The criminal and that creepy ray gun were in sight. It would just be the work of a moment.

“Sub team have got the gun!” Natasha shouted. “Last men are down. We’ve got Kindsprengen immobilised”

“Right, protect the gun, protect the kid” Tony said. “Cap, Thor, you ok to finish off?”

“Roger that”

“Ok. Everyone else, let’s go home”

It all seemed to have happened so fast.

“That was scarily simple” Natasha said, flopping down at the breakfast bar. “Makes you wonder what everyone was so afraid of”

“It’s the gun that’s scary; not the person. Not so much” Peter said, carefully setting the ray gun down on the table. He shuddered. “I’m glad it’s over”

“You did well, kid” Bruce said. “This was just a minor thing: we don’t need to think about it anymore. Thor’ll find a reversal, and then everything’ll be back to normal”

“Good” Clint yawned. “Damn, that might’ve only been a couple of hours, but it’s still knackered me out”

“Well, it was pretty hectic” Bruce said. “It’s kinda nice just having a quick take-down though”

“Peter definitely shortened it for us” Nat said. “We might still be out there if you hadn’t jumped in”

Peter grinned. “I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. He was right there! He was so oblivious”

“You did good. Let me see to your head” Bruce said. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really. It’s just a few scratches” Peter said, sitting down obediently.

Bruce carefully cleaned the cut on his forehead and the grazes on his chin.

“You’ve escaped lightly. We all did. I’m just gonna stick a steri-strip on your forehead” he said, doing so. “There. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just a little knocked around, but nothing else. Thanks, uncle Bruce” Peter smiled, jumping off his seat.

“No worries. Gotta keep the team mended. It’s kind of my job”

Tony came storming into the kitchen, and he didn’t look at all happy.

“What’s up, boss?” Nat said.

“Why are you lot still in your battle gear?” he demanded. “Don’t you think you should go and get changed?”

“We’ve only been back five minutes” Peter said.

Tony glared, and marched over to him. Peter stood his ground, although his heart had started to thump.

“You and me need to have a little chat, don’t you think?” he said. “You deliberately disobeyed me”

“What?! No I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did! You knew the plan. I told you to hold off, and you went in anyway! How dare you?!”

“Hey, we won today! I was the one who got the gun, and I kept Kindsprengen down until the others could get to me and help” Peter said, furious to have their victory completely overlooked. “So what if I stepped out? I would’ve been an idiot not to! If it weren’t for me, we could still be out there! I did ok, you know I did!”

“That’s completely besides the point!” Tony exploded, and smacked him hard on the bottom.

It hurt a lot, but even then, in ordinary circumstances, Peter would’ve have cried. But, with so many pairs of eyes watching him, he couldn’t help it: he burst into tears and buried his face in his hands.

“Hey, there’s no need for that!” Nat said, coming to Peter’s rescue and hugging him close. “Shh, it’s ok”

Peter just cried into her chest. It was so unfair. He’d done well today - hadn’t he? Well, that’s what everyone else had said. So why didn’t his dad agree?

“You’re just crying for attention” Tony snapped. “Nat, let go of him: he did wrong, you know he did”

“He stepped out for the sake of the mission” Nat said, still holding Peter tight and rubbing his back firmly. “It cancels out”

“He still disobeyed me” Tony growled. “I can’t ignore that”

“Ah” A voice sounded in the doorway. “Did something go wrong, then?”

Tony looked at Carol. “You don’t need to get involved here”

He tugged Peter away from Nat.

“Ow! Let go of me!” Peter cried, trying to push him away. “I didn’t do anything wrong! I didn’t!”

“You need to calm down! And you need to get changed” Tony hissed. “Now, you come with me, and we’ll continue this little chat in your room”

Carol and the others were wise enough not to follow. They all exchanged a look once Tony had led Peter away.

“I’m glad he’s not my dad, I’ll say that much” Wanda said.

“He’s just scared” Bruce said in Tony’s defence. “You know how he gets about his family”

“It’s not really our place to question it” Clint said. “Peter’s his kid”

“Isn’t Loki back yet?” Carol asked.

“He’s in his room” Bruce said. “He got a bit cut up and he generally tends to himself and has a bath after this kinda thing. You know he hates being roped in”

Carol shook her head and sighed. “Better just to leave Tony to have his dad-panic, I guess”

Nat nodded, and looked at Clint. Clint just shrugged, and picked up his mug. He wasn’t getting involved.

Tony took Peter to his room, slammed the door behind him, pulled the Spiderman suit off the boy, and gave him a proper spanking. Peter was absolutely beside himself. He cried and cried, and when Tony released him and tried to hug him, he pushed him hard, feeling horribly betrayed.

“No! Don’t touch me! I don’t want you touching me!”

“Peter, come on; don’t be silly” Tony said, pulling him close anyway. “Hey, stop it! You need to try to see things from my point of view. Do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself in today? We told you to stay out of the line of fire, that was a huge part of the plan, and what do you do? You go directly against the plan, against me, and by doing so, you put yourself in danger. Have you any idea how scared I was?!”

“I don’t care! I took him down, I took him down!” he pulled away, standing up. “This isn’t fair!”

“Darling, please” Tony said, standing up too. “You scared me, sweetheart! What if you’d been hit, hey? What if you’d ended up with more than just that little nick on your forehead? I’m your dad; it’s my job to protect you!”

“I don’t need protecting!” Peter cried. “I don’t care how scared you were! It’s no excuse for getting so cross when I didn’t do anything wrong! You hurt me! You hit me!”

“I smacked you, like any good parent would” Tony said. “You disob-”

“It’s still not fair! You’ve been so harsh recently, and it’s not fair!” Peter sobbed, hiding his face in his hands. “It hurts-!”

The door burst open.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Loki demanded, shutting the door behind him.

Peter launched himself into Loki’s arms, burying his face in his chest.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter? Are you hurt?” Loki asked worriedly, holding him carefully and looking at Tony for answers.

“He’s just upset” Tony said.

“He got cross at me for no reason again!” Peter cried. “I’m sick of it! If I’d done something wrong, I wouldn’t mind so much, but I didn’t! I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Yes, you have!” Tony insisted. “You can’t upset us like that! Putting yourself in harms way, going against orders... How are we supposed to be a proper team if we can’t trust you? I’m just trying to do what’s best for you. I’m your dad!”

“Well I wish you weren’t!” Peter shouted. “I wish you’d never adopted me in the first place!”

“Hey, hey, Peter, that’s an awful thing to say” Loki said, holding the boy at arms length. “Apologise”

“I can’t! I can’t, I’m upset and he needs to know! He needs to know!”

Loki sighed and hugged him again. “Tony, I thought we talked about this”

“I just-”

“Tony, why don’t you give us a minute? It’s ok”

Tony admitted defeat and left them to it. Loki sat Peter down on the bed and dried his eyes with his sleeve.

“There now. Shh. What’s going on?”

“I know he’s scared” Peter sniffled. “I know he’s just scared, but ever since Kindsprengen appeared, he’s been all overprotective and horrible. He’s cross about today”

Loki sighed. “I know, chick. He was terrified. You went in, and yes, you did well... But for me and dad? Well, even with your face hidden in your little suit, we still see our little boy. And we see that creature gunning for you, and we do go all paternal and we do worry”

“But you didn’t start shouting and hitting me” Peter said, scrubbing his face with the back of his hand.

“I know. But I went straight to my room when I got back. Look. I don’t agree with how harsh your father’s been with you lately. But I do understand” Loki took Peter’s hands in his. “You know how stressed he’s been lately. All these things going on at work, and that story in the press, and then this new threat which, above all, posed a threat to you? It just all got on top of him. He hasn’t handled things anywhere near as well as he should, we both know that. But we also both know there’s things that have triggered this”

“He’s been so tough on me. He really hurt me. Emotionally, you know?”

“I know” Loki hugged him close. “Shh. You’re ok. I’ve got you”

Peter cuddled into him, focusing on his breathing. They were quiet for a little while, and Peter thought about everything, and started to feel a little bit better.

“I didn’t mean it, you know” he said. “I don’t wish he wasn’t my dad. I don’t wish he didn’t adopt me”

“I know, sweetheart. You were just upset” Loki said, kissing him on the cheek. “Now, darling. Can I make a suggestion?”

“...Ok?”

“Go and have a quick shower, take a breather, get dressed into something comfy, and then come and join everyone. You’ll feel better once you’ve had a bit of alone time”

Peter nodded, and slowly slipped off Loki’s lap. He knew he was right.

Peter felt much better after having a bit of time to himself. Once he was washed and dressed, he went to join the others. He found them all in the living room, the de-aging ray gun on the coffee table in the middle. They all looked up when he came into the room. Peter looked at Tony. Everyone else looked between them.

“I’m sorry, darling” Tony said. “I’m so sorry”

Tears filled Peter’s eyes. “I’m sorry too!”

Tony held an arm out, and Peter went and crawled onto his lap. Tony held him tight, burying his face in his shoulder, and Peter cuddled against his chest.

“I didn’t mean what I said” Peter whimpered. “I’m glad you’re my dad, I’m glad you adopted me, I really am”

“I know, darling, I know” Tony kissed him hard on the cheek. “I’m sorry for smacking you. It wasn’t fair, I shouldn’t’ve done it, no matter how scared I was. I’m sorry”

“Thank you... I love you, dad!”

“I love you too”

Peter stayed cuddled close against Tony’s side while they all had something of a debrief and started talking about what the next step was concerning the ray gun.

“I don’t see what good we could do in the lab here” Bruce said. “Analysing it won’t give us a cure”

“It’s better if I take it straight to Asgard” Thor concluded. “We’ll find a way to reverse it”

“Thank God there weren’t too many casualties” Steve said. “How long will it take to find a cure?”

“I can’t say” Thor said. “Weeks. Maybe even months. I don’t know where these people and their weapon originated. There’s no way to tell how long developing the antidote will take”

“So it’s a waiting game” Steve said. “I suppose there’s a solace”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

“Well, the people who were hit by that thing weren’t hurt. Having a teenager turned into a kid is infinitely a better deal than having them in hospital - or worse”

“Morbid” Natasha said. “It’s just weird. There doesn’t seem to be a point to it”

“Perhaps it was boredom” Loki suggested.

“It’s definitely not the weirdest thing out there” Carol said. “Still, I bet those parents will be relieved to give their kids their teenage lives back. It’ll be strange having a toddler again after watching them grow up”

“Indeed” Thor said. “But Rogers is right; it’s not the worst thing that can happen. We on Asgard will try to perfect a reversal quickly. But at least the victims of that gun are safe. No one else is going to get hit”

They all looked at the purple ray gun on the coffee table.

“It just looks like its made of plastic” Peter said, slipping off Tony’s lap and going over to the coffee table. “It looks like something out of a bad sci-fi film”

“Funny to think of the impact it had” Loki said. “What a strange tool”

“We come across a lot of strange things” Wanda said. “I won’t miss this one”

“Yeah, me neither” Peter said. “Time to get back to normal”

“Yeah, panic over” Clint said.

Peter picked up the gun. It was surprisingly heavy, considering its cheap, plasticy look. He turned it this way and that, and paused, looking down the barrel.

“Peter, put that down!” Tony snapped.

The sudden harsh voice made him jump, and the gun slipped from his hands. There was a collective gasp, and he caught it - but as he did, he grabbed the hand grip, his fingers closing on the inside - around the trigger.

There was a blinding flash, and everyone shielded their eyes, reeling a little from the shock. The fog cleared, and they all quickly turned to look.

There, by the coffee table where Peter had stood, was a tiny child, with big brown eyes and fluffy brown curls, and the ray gun in front of it on the carpet.

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #frostiron #irondad and spiderson #*slapping the table excitedly* I've been looking forward to writing this chapter for literal months ahaha #theallpowerfulone

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jordmacwriting · 6 years ago

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Never Be Alone{Part 2}{p.p. x reader}

A/N: WHAT? a second part to a fic that nobody asked for. ummm i shouldn't be allowed to do this, cuz like it hurt writing this

Masterlist//Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4//Part 5//

Requested: no

Warnings: Infinity War stuff, and mentions of not eating

Word Count: 1062

“Peter!” you yelled.

The boy turned around with a wide smile and a sparkle in his eyes.

You ran into his arms and he held onto you tightly, his hands combing through your hair as you squeezed him tighter and tighter.

“I thought I lost you forever,” you whisper.

“You’ll never lose me. I’m always here.”

He presses his lips to your forehead, and before you knew it, he was starting fade away, turn into dust.

“Peter?” you yelled. “Peter!”

You woke up in a hot sweat, tears staining your pillow.

Aunt May had ran into your new room and flipped the light on.

“Are you alright sweetie? What’s wrong? Was it...was it another dream?” she said, rushing to your bed side.

You collapsed into her arms, sobbing and she held you tightly.

That morning, you were up early, pulling out your outfit for the day.

Your first day back to school, after three funerals, and so many people in your life...just vanishing.

Ned walked through the door of the apartment and sat at the kitchen counter.

“Is it alright there?” you asked.

“Everything’s kind of back to normal...as much as it can be. A lot of people gone though.”

May put two plates with Eggo waffles on the counter, and came over to you, smoothing your hair back and holding you close.

You had moved in with her after Peter’s funeral, a couple days before your mom and dad’s funerals. You stayed in Peter’s room, but often didn’t sleep. You had reoccuring nightmares of Peter, and what could have possibly happened to him.

After the embrace, you sat down and took one look at the waffle.

“(Y/N), you need to eat your breakfast. You haven’t been eating a lot recently. Please, just for me. I know you’re hungry. You’re always hungry.”

She handed you a fork, and you took it into your hand, cutting the waffle slowly. You picked a piece of it onto your fork and placed it into your mouth. Then you continued to shove the waffle into your mouth. For May’s cooking, or frozen food cooking, it was delicious.

“Can I have another one, May?”

“Of course love.”

She went to the freezer and pulled out two more waffles, popped them into the toaster, while you grabbed your backpack from your room.

As you and Ned left for Midtown, May gave you the waffles and a kiss on the forehead, then let the two of you leave.

“Are you excited to go back?”

“I guess. I’m just worried. I don’t want anyone treating me with kid gloves.”

“I bet by now, people know…”

“People know what?”

“That Peter is,” he caught himself. “That Peter was Spider-Man. He disappeared before everybody else did. And everybody knows that the Avengers were on the job for all that space stuff.”

“Who knows,” you took a deep breath in as you walked into the school. “Do you think he’s really gone?”

“(Y/N), if he wasn’t, he’d be back by now, wouldn’t he?”

“I get that. I just keep on having dreams about him. He doesn’t say much. He just holds me. But what if it isn’t a dream, Ned? What if he is alive and trying to get back to us.”

“(Y/N), I hate to burst your bubble, but what happens at the end of every single one of those dreams?”

“He turns to dust, and he disappears. Just like everyone else.”

“And unless that whole dust thing is just some type of alternate universe, and he’s stuck somewhere else...he’s most likely dead.”

The two of you walked to your lockers, that were almost right to next to each other. There was one locker in between the two of yours-Peter’s.

“Have you gone through it,” you motioned to the locker.

“No, I thought that you or May would like to.”

“I remember his combo. I’m going to.”

You move from your locker to Peter’s and open it with the combination you secretly memorized. In it was one of his favorite jackets, old textbooks and notebooks, a backpack that used to be filled with Spider-Man supplies, and a picture of the two of you.

You grab the picture and hold it close, placing a kiss where Peter was in the picture, then grabbing the rest of the contents, placing them in his old backpack. You grabbed the jacket and slid onto your body and zipped it up.

“Are you going to be alright, or should we go back to the apartment?”

“I’ll be fine Ned...just need to readjust to life. I can’t hide from it forever.”

You open your own locker and put his backpack in it. You place the picture frame on the door of the locker, then close it. You slip your hands into the pockets of the jacket and walk along with Ned to your next class.

Classes were awful. Each and every teacher treated you extra carefully, like a child, reminding you of how great a guy Peter was. And whenever you did this, you’d look at Ned with a death glare, and MJ would flip the teacher off behind their back.

At the end of the day, MJ, Ned and you walked back to the apartment.

“Pepper is supposed to have dinner with us tonight. You guys can join. If that’s alright.” you tell them.

“Sounds like fun.” MJ said, which earned a shocked response.

The three of you walked into the apartment. It looked empty, until you saw May on the couch, next to Pepper and a man.

“(Y/N), you’re home, good,” May says, turning around. “This is Tony Stark.”

Pepper and Tony turn around, Pepper’s face covered with tears, but a smile on her face. But Tony...Tony looked beat and broken.

“Hi, Ms. (L/N). I heard a lot about you. Peter, he...he really loved you.”

You felt tears start to well in your eyes.

May stood up and walked closer to you.

“I’m terribly sorry, (Y/N), but Peter’s dead.”

You felt weak in the knees. A loud wail came from your mouth as tears flooded down your face. You fell to the ground, and May dropped to the floor and wrapped her arms around you. Ned and MJ watched, tears slowly coming out of their eyes.

“You’ll never lose me. I’m always here.”

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cinema212 · 7 years ago

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A Night I Won’t Forget.

This is for #beeswritingchallenge. Let’s see how this goes!

Prompt: I may or may not have fucked up./Judging by the sheer amount of blood I am going to go with may.

A/N: This is for @denialanderror writing challenge Congrats on 2k!! this is based on an actual life event that happened to my dumbass one armed brother.

Warnings: blood, dumbassery, fluff (is that really a warning?) and swear words.

Pairing:Bucky X Reader.

Bucky’s POV

Bucky could not wait for Y/N to get home. She has been working so hard as of late, running late night missions with Nat, going over strategy for larger missions with Steve, and filling out mission reports till the wee hours of the morning. On top of everything she still made time for Bucky, soothing him from his nightmares and helping him adjust to life with only one arm. T’Challa had passed along that Shuri was working on his new arm and it should be ready in the next few days. To celebrate the wonderful news and to give Y/n a well deserved treat Bucky decided that he was going to make a home cooked meal. “How hard could it be?” Bucky said to himself.

Bucky walked into the kitchen after a workout to see what ingredients he would need for tonight’s meal. He decided on cheeseburgers, salad, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. “Friday? What time will Y/N be home this evening?” Bucky asked looking at the clock. “Miss Y/n is en route with Captain Rogers from Germany they should be returning to the tower at 7:00pm.” Replied the AI. “Perfect! Thanks Friday!” Bucky said. Seeing as it was only 2:00pm Bucky placed the order with Friday for the needed ingredients and then went upstairs to shower and change. When he was washing away the sweat of his workout Bucky’s thoughts traveled back to Y/N. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten to have someone as thoughtful, kind, and caring as you. You were constantly placing others before yourself and Bucky wanted to give you this night to show you that all of your hard work was valid and meant something to him.

Bucky turned off the water and grabbed a towel off the rack drying himself off. He caught a glimpse of himself in the fogged up mirror. He stopped for a moment and wiped the glass clear with his hand. He took stock of the man he saw. This man was so different that the one what he had been before. There was color and fullness in his cheeks again, light in his grey blue eyes, the bags were still there but not as dark or as heavy as they were in the past. His gaze traveled down to the scarring on his left shoulder. He took a deep breath and took time to take in the marred stump where his clavicle of flesh and bone met the metal ball and socket of the shoulder. Running his fingers along the lines of raised skin he sighed, guilt and sadness tugging at the back of his mind. Then he remembered how your lips traced the every same skin with such tenderness the very memory had tears springing to his eyes. Shaking the thoughts away Bucky looked back at the reflection of his face in the mirror and realizing that for the first time in a very long time he was happy and that maybe, just maybe, he deserved a little of it.

By the time he dried himself and dressed himself in a pair of dark jeans and the red Henley Y/n loved so much he saw that it was only 2:30.Bucky set his alarm for 3:00 so he could hopefully get a power nap in before setting up to cook for this evening. Turning on the Tv Bucky laid himself on the couch and closed his eyes.

Blinking awake, Bucky woke feeling surprisingly well rested “Well at least now I understand why Sam is constantly going on about the power of a good nap”

Bucky said to himself. Sitting up he stretched his arm above his head and stopped short. The clock on the wall said 5:52. “WHat the FuCK?” Bucky yelled as he dashed into the kitchen. “Friday, why didn’t you wake me up I set my alarm for three o’clock” Said Bucky shucking corn like a mad man (which with one arm is incredibly difficult to do) “Sergeant Barnes you set your alarm for Three am. I was simply following your instructions.” “Shit, Okay. Thanks Friday. What’s Y/n ETA?” Asked Bucky as he placed a large pot of water on the stove to boil “Miss Y/n and Captain Rogers should be arriving in approximately 40 minutes.” “Fucking hell!!” Now rushing to make sure that everything would be perfect Bucky finished shucking the corn and placed them in the pot of boiling water. He decided that with the time cut short baked potatoes would be a better choice. While the potatoes and corn were cooking Bucky pulled th ingredients for the salad out of the fridge and began to toss them together. When the salad was done he placed in back in the fridge and checked the time. He had about twenty minutes left to get everything together and then it hit him. “I FUCKIGNFORGOT TO THAW THE BURGER PATTIES” Heating up the grill top Bucky pulled the patties out of the freezer laying out a frustrated groan when he felt just how frozen they really were. The timer for the potatoes and the corn went off and Bucky set the patties under running water to try to get them to thaw as he tended to the other foods. “Sergeant Barnes, I wanted to inform you that Miss Y/N and Captain Rogers will be landing in 12 minutes.” Chimed Friday’s voice for over head. “Great just great” said Bucky who was frantically trying to drain the corn and pull the potatoes out of the oven at the same time.

Y/N POV

Y/N sat in the copilot seat on the jet slowly dozing in and out of sleep. The mission in Germany was not difficult but it was a lot of sitting and scouting. Thankfully their target had decided to make a move earlier than anticipated which allowed you and Steve to get a head start headed back home. Y/n felt so relieved at the idea of getting home, taking a nice hot shower and curling up to binge watch Stranger Things with Bucky.

Steve gently shook Y/N awake when they were touching down at the compound. “Y/N? Doll? Wake up, we’re home.” “Thanks Steve” came a sleepy reply. Gathering your bag onto your shoulder you exit the off ramp into the hangar. You notice immediately the absence of a certain brunette super soldier. “Well that’s just rude’’ you huff. Steve chuckles beside you “don’t worry doll he and Sam are probably just working out all of that pent up sexual tension between them.” You gasp in mock horror “was that a sex joke from Americas Sweetheart? You should be ashamed!” You both are laughing still by the time you reach the common areas. “Well Y/N, debrief in 30? I’m going to head up and shower then meet you in the conference room.” Asked Steve before parting ways. “Sounds good Cap. I’m going to get some water then look for that man child of mine.” As you say your goodbyes and make your way to the kitchen you are stopped dead at what you see.

Bucky. Patties. Blood. Everywhere.

Bucky is in the process of tying his belt around his left leg a deep gash on his upper thigh. “What the HELL HAPPENED!” Bucky froze when he heard your voice, slowly raising his gaze “Y/N…. I was just … I made…” He took a deep sigh “I may or may not have fucked up.” You huff incredulously “Well, judging by the sheer amount of blood I’m going to go with may!!”

You rush over to Bucky helping him onto the counter and tightening the belt around his thigh as much as you can. “Shit buck, how did this happen? Don’t answer that right now. We have to stop the bleeding. Friday, call Cho and have her meet us downstairs as soon as possible and let Steve know that I cant debrief tonight.”

An hour later and the bleeding has stopped and the serum in Bucky’s body already doing its job. Dr. Cho had mentioned the fact that he had severed one of the main veins that lead to the artery. Thankfully she was able to mend the vein and stitch Bucky up quickly. Now back in your shared room he sat silent, shoulders slumped and looking absolutely defeated. You stand at the door to your bedroom looking at a very forlorn Bucky. “Buck, talk to me. What happened tonight?” Moving to sit behind him on the edge of your bed you wrap your arms around his waist, your chest to his back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Taking a deep breath Bucky explained what he had planned this night to be for you. “I wanted to show you just how much I love you and how much I see that what you are doing is important.” Taking your hand in his he raises it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand your fingers twining together. Then he explained the over sleeping and how he had to rush to get things finished. “Okay” you interrupt, “but that still doesn’t explain the murder scene I walked into.” Laughing softly to himself and shaking his head “honestly it wasn’t my smartest moment, Doll.” You pull away from him and move so you can look him dead in the eye. “James Barnes, this is not funny. You were seriously hurt and is scared the shit out of me! Tell. Me. What. Happened.” Raising his hand to your cheek he took in the look of desperation and urgency in your eyes and very seriously said “I stabbed myself in the leg trying to separate hamburger patties.”

You blinked twice. “What?” “I stabbed myself in…” “nonono I heard that part” you say placing a finger over his lips to silence him. “How did you even get the knife that close to your leg?” Bucky reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Well when the hamburger patties are being squeezed by the thighs of betrayal and the knife slips it can actually happen fairly easily.”

Your jaw drops. You don’t know wether to laugh or cry or be angry. Pulling yourself away from Bucky you began to pace at the end of your bed. Bucky turned to face you “Doll I …” you put a hand up to stop him “Don’t you dare say a word. That is by far the DUMBEST reason to get stabbed. And I don’t know wether to throw another knife at you, burst into tears, or laugh my ass off and that’s a very confusing place to be in.”

Bucky decides for you, he starts laughing. As much as you try to fight it you start laughing too and before you know it you both are wiping the tears from your eyes next to each other on your bed. Bucky wraps his arm around your waist pulling you into his chest “I’m sorry I ruined tonight Y/N. I really did want to make it a special occasion for you.” “Well it is definitely a night I won't forget” you say pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You gasp suddenly and giggle “wait till Sam finds out!” Bucky rolls his eyes “Ugh, don’t remind me.” He groans. “I love you Bucky Barnes. Please don’t make stabbing yourself a regular thing.” You whisper as you snuggle into his chest. The response you got was a deep echoing grumble from Bucky’s stomach and you both burst into giggles once more. “I love you too Y/N. Now I have been meaning to ask you this since we got back to the room.” You pull back with a quizzical look on your face.And with that shit eating grin you love to hate he asks

“Pizza or Chinese?”

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31 Healthy Snacks for When You Love Fruit but Have a Sweet Tooth

Fruit is never a chore. Nature’s candy ranks up there as one of our favorite things about being people.

However, the same way we won’t just stroll out the front door stark naked, we also don’t have to limit fruit consumption to the way nature intended it.

Tatjana Zlatkovic/Stocksy

Would humanity really be humanity unless we found ways to dip everything in chocolate, make it into pizza, or shove a skewer through it? Of course not.

We found 31 amazing ways to make your fruit snacks a little more… fruity.

Sweet

When dessert puts on its healthy hat.

1. Chocolate kiwi ice pops

Photo: Show Food Chef

On the days when the strawberry/chocolate combo seems a little overdone, you can pull this surprise out of the bag and turn your snack time on its head.

The recipe calls for just three ingredients (kiwi, dark chocolate, and coconut oil), but we love ours with nuts or coconut flakes sprinkled on top.

Easy, delicious, and different.

2. Chocolate-covered fruit

Photo: Chelsey Amer Nutrition

Pick your favorite fruits, dice ’em up, and skewer ’em. Dip them into melted dark chocolate, pop them in the freezer for a few hours, and it’s a job done — you have yourself a cool, sweet treat with minimal work.

3. Vanilla roasted strawberries

Photo: Simply Recipes

This is a Swiss army knife of a sweet option. Get this right and you’ve got a topping for ice cream, oatmeal, and yogurt.

Roasting the strawberries kicks their flavor in the pants and makes it go — plus, it creates a rich syrup that brings an extra zhuzh to whatever the strawberries are sitting atop.

You probably never thought of roasting your strawbs before, but give it a go. It’s a great way to boost their already exceptional taste without adding sugar.

4. Almond butter, banana, and strawberry chia jam sandwich

Photo: Days Like Laura

“We didn’t turn up to a renowned Greatist recipe roundup just to have sandwiches thrown in our faces!”

We know, we know. But hear us out. This one’s a special take on PB&J that pushes all the right buttons.

Swap in almond butter, add some homemade strawberry chia jam, and you have yourself a bomb-ass concoction.

For a quicker recipe, you can also just add some sliced strawberries. The whole-grain bread and strawberries offer a great dose of heart-healthy fiber, the almond butter is rich in protein, and the banana’s packed with potassium.

How can you stay mad at us with all that potassium?

5. One-ingredient banana ice cream

Photo: Garlic Matters

Ice cream doesn’t have to be unhealthy — as long as you define “ice cream” pretty loosely.

Simply peel a few bananas, stick them in the freezer, and let them hang out for a few hours or until they’re solid. Put the frozen ’nanas in the bowl of a food processor and process them until smooth.

Finally, add your choice of mix-ins (if you like). Dark chocolate chips, diced strawberries, and a PB swirl are Greatist favorites.

6. Papaya punch smoothie

Photo: Exploring Healthy Foods

Idina Menzel, eat your heart out — this fruit, veggie, ice, and chia smoothie is the real delivery of frozen perfection.

It’s loaded with papaya, a tropical fruit that has tons of flavor and fiber. Papaya is also relatively low in sugar compared to other fruits, with just 11.3 grams per cup.

Papaya’s got a brand new bag.

7. Summer fruit spring rolls

Photo: Bigger Bolder Baking

There’s no way you’d expect these flavors from spring rolls. Who knew they could taste this sweet?

This inventive take on the sushi restaurant favorite fills classic rice wraps with fresh fruit for a simple, slightly sweet (and super fun) snack.

8. Strawberry Nutella bruschetta

Photo: Simple Vegan Blog

It’s a recipe that rhymes satisfyingly and tastes even better than it sounds.

Strawberries plus Nutella is a classic combo. Just add a slice of toasted whole-grain bread for a fiber-rich, filling snack. You can also sprinkle some chia seeds, honey, or coconut flakes on top for an added flavor boost!

9. Lemon raspberry cheesecake ice pops

Photo: Simply Recipes

The word “cheesecake” might make this recipe sound like a rich dessert, but it clocks in at half the calories of the classic cheesecake. Plus, you can hold it on a stick, so it might already be beating the original.

In this version, “cheesecake” is actually just the sweetened lemony Greek yogurt mixture that gives these pops a creamy texture.

10. Frozen yogurt bites

Photo: I Heart Vegetables

This recipe is an awesome way to get creative with some items you probably already have in your kitchen.

Freeze some Greek yogurt with granola, pop whatever fruit you like on top, and boom! It’s a cute breakfast treat for the next morning!

11. Spicy fruit salad

Photo: Minimalist Baker

If you’ve ever thought of fruit salad as boring, you have to give this recipe a try (you’re also wrong — sorry).

Sprinkle some lime juice and chili powder on top of your favorite fruity mixture for an added kick in flavor and heat.

Can’t take the heat? You don’t have to get out of the kitchen — just try cinnamon instead.

12. Two-ingredient banana chocolate chip ice cream bites

Photo: The Baker Mama

Two of our favorite foods take center stage in this recipe: bananas and chocolate chips. You can’t go wrong here.

Blend up some frozen bananas in a food processor, and then dump in some chips. That’s it. These guys store for 2 to 3 months in the freezer, so feel free to make a giant batch to dip into whenever you feel the munchies.

13. Frozen grapes

Photo: Zen and Spice

This is so simple it barely qualifies as a recipe — it’s more of a recommendation, because, well, these bang.

Buckle up, because here are the steps:

Remove grapes from vine.

Freeze.

Get snackin’.

This easy, naturally sweetened treat is perfect to keep in the freezer for when that sweet tooth comes calling.

14. Vegan blueberry oat bars

Photo: Happy Healthy Mama

These breakfast-on-the-go bars are a healthier twist on blueberry cobbler.

The blogger uses just blueberries, but feel free to throw in some strawberries, raspberries, or blackberries for a mixed-berry version.

15. Pineapple and blueberry fruit salad

Photo: Food Doodles

The key to this recipe is what goes on top (like a great hairdo or a zany hat).

Pineapples and blueberries are awesome, but when you add some lime zest, lime juice, honey, and Greek yogurt on top, you get a next-level treat that’s creamy, zingy, and healthy in equal measure.

16. Cherries Jubilee chocolate chia seed pudding

Photo: Real Food Whole Life

Cherries Jubilee is a classic dessert, but it isn’t exactly the healthiest snack.

This recipe keeps the awesome cherry flavor but adds some healthier substitutes (like cacao) and nutritional bonuses (like chia seeds). Plus, this looks great in a mason jar, so you can seem fancy at all times.

17. Yogurt breakfast parfait with plum compote

Photo: Cake and Whisky

This fall-inspired breakfast has an awesome combination of some pretty underrated fruits and nuts.

Plums, blackberries, and hazelnuts shine in the classic parfait-style snack. And if you’re really in the fall mood, try sprinkling some pumpkin pie spice on top (because you know full well it’s pumpkin spice everything season).

18. Fruit sushi (frushi)

Photo: Dinner at the Zoo

Time to play with your food! (Also, “frushi” is an excellent name. You might want to consider it for a pet in the future.)

This is a super fun snack recipe. Put some sliced kiwi, oranges, and raspberries on top of sushi rice for a fancy treat.

Of course, feel free to improvise — sliced strawberries, mango, or apple would also make a tantalizing topper.

19. Melon salad with chili and mint

Photo: Simply Recipes

No matter your age, making spherical chunks of melon is always a baller move (not sorry — that was great) and a lot of fun to boot. It rolls up just like ice cream.

Chili and mint make this a sophisticated, interesting array of flavors — you’ll never think about melon the same way again.

20. Breakfast yogurt pops

Photo: I Heart Naptime

Tired of your same old yogurt-and-granola breakfast? Try changing up the shape. Yes, it all ends up in the same place, but shapes are fun and ice pops more so.

This recipe takes the classic combo and freezes it into a (very ’grammable) ice pop.

Just make sure to prep these the night before, since they need to sit in the freezer for at least 4 hours.

21. Blueberry coconut protein balls

Photo: One Broad’s Journey

Making a ton of these little protein balls is the perfect way to meal-prep some snacks for the week.

The secret ingredient here is lemon. The combo of lemon juice and lemon zest adds a burst of flavor to the blueberry-coconut one-two punch.

Pop one of these in your cakehole for a kick-ass start to the day.

22. Sesame oat square bars with pear compote

Photo: Cooking Melangery

Oat bars are a great way to save some time in your week — and these are on the fancier side. Make a bunch on Sunday so you’ll be able to grab them on the go during your busy workweek.

Coconut oil binds all the oats together — there’s not an egg in sight, which makes these bars super-duper vegan-friendly.

The recipe includes a homemade pear compote that will satisfy any fruit lover’s craving.

23. Chewy raspberry apple granola bars

Photo: Amy’s Healthy Baking

Granola bars are far from boring when you make them at home. You can customize the flavors however you want, and there’s none of the processed ingredients and preservatives you’d find in store-bought options.

This simple version has just seven ingredients like milk, honey, oil, and cinnamon. Raspberries stand out and do jazz hands as the vibrant, delicious star of the show.

Fruits still have a lot of sugar

While fruits are amazing and can boast a huge range of vital vitamins and minerals, they come with a heavy hit of fructose — a natural sugar, but still a sugar.

If you’re on a sugar-restricted diet or have a condition that can impact your blood sugar levels, such as diabetes, it’s best to eat fruit in moderation and be selective about the fruit you eat.

Some fruits are better than others for people with diabetes — we rounded them up here.

Savory

A mix of flavors is the mark of enlightened kitchen work, so try to switch up your fruit game entirely and get creative.

24. Grilled fruit pizza

Photo: The Chunky Chef

Oh, boy… is pizza not just bae? Well, we’re willing to wager that you haven’t had one with fruit and honey as a topping before. (If you’re one of those who falls on the angrier side of the pineapple-on-pizza debate, this one might not be for you. Or maybe it’ll convert you.)

Just grill up some pizza dough, naan, or tortilla and sprinkle your favorite fruits on top.

25. Strawberry and goat cheese bruschetta

Photo: Homemade Hooplah

We’d eat goat cheese with pretty much anything, but it’s especially good with fruit. The creamy saltiness offsets the sweetness of many fruits beautifully. But strawberries hold the starring role here.

This bruschetta recipe features the gooey combo with a balsamic glaze on top that really brings out the strawberryishness (definitely a word) of the strawberries.

26. Peach quinoa tabbouleh

Photo: Jo Eats

Peaches and quinoa might not seem like a match made in heaven, but this sweet and salty Middle Eastern-inspired dish has other ideas.

Honey, mint, and parsley dance around the peach flavors, adding all kinds of busy mouth sensations. Even as a side or a standalone snack, this intriguing tabbouleh stands all on its own.

27. Honey-lemon toast with figs and pistachios

Photo: Ambitious Kitchen

Getting creative with toast is all the rage these days (thanks, avo toast!).

This honey-fig version is the perfect savory way to eat your fruit. With ricotta slathered on the base, stopping your snack at a single slice is the most difficult thing about this recipe.

28. Creamy cheese fruit pizza

Photo: The Frugal Foodie Mama

Fruity pizza: round two. (Wait, how is there more than one? Where the f*ck are all these fruit pizzas coming from?)

This one features peaches and blackberries, but feel free to make your own version with any fruit-cheese-dough combo.

Get as creative as your brain wants — they broke the seal with pineapples many moons ago. This is just the natural consequence.

29. Mango, avocado, and fresh cilantro salsa

Photo: The Frugal Foodie Mama

You’ve heard that it takes two to tango — well, it can take two fruits to salsa. And, yes, avocado is a fruit.

This two-fruit salsa (yes, avocado is a fruit) is a way to give sweet flavors a savory twist when it’s served alongside classic tortilla chips.

Avocados are brimming with healthy monounsaturated fat and tons of vitamins, including vitamins E and B6.

30. Fig and prosciutto crostini

Photo: Mama’s Gotta Bake

Fresh figs — does it get any better?

Well, when you wrap a fresh fig in a slice of salty prosciutto and stick it on top of some toasted bread, you’ll learn that there’s more to the already mighty fig than meets the eye.

31. Melon, prosciutto, and mozzarella skewers

Photo: The Comfort of Cooking

Here’s another awesome salty-sweet combo (because savory doesn’t mean you need to kick all the sweetness out).

Prosciutto and melon is a classic duo. Add fresh mozzarella, put it on a stick, and things get seriously tasty.

Takeaway

Fruit wears many disguises, and almost all of them are delicious (when put together right).

Whether you’re in the mood for sweetness or a broader experience for your taste buds, you don’t need added sugars. You can use the natural sugars in fruits to bolster the flavor of your meal and take advantage of their natural goodness.

Had your fill of pizzas made of fruit? Fine, here are some desserts made from vegetables (and if you think carrot cake is the limit, you are very much mistaken).

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