#i might go to b&n after work and the gym today to hopefully finish my carrd

[delphilos]

sorry everyone. please be patient with me as i get things set up. thank you for everyone who is.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Fifty-Four: A Bird Cage ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Neji ] [ SasuHina, death, animal death ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

It had been a birthday gift from her father to her cousin: a sleek, golden-wired bird cage, complete with a canary that sang like there was no tomorrow. Neji had been fond of birds since he was young, lamenting not having one of his own. The dawn of his thirteenth year saw him finally get one. No more staring longingly at wild avians, or ones that looked to him dolefully in the pet shops. He finally had one all his own.

And oh how he loved it.

When it wasn’t in its cage (which was rarely), it was sat upon his shoulder. He could be doing homework, eating, finishing chores, and the little golden bird would be there, singing and singing. Neji would always tell her he hated to see the creature caged, so he kept it out as often as he could. It wasn’t true freedom...but it was more than the bars of its confines.

The pair were a match made in heaven...until tragedy struck.

Hinata and Neji had been walking home after dark, having stayed at school for a basketball game. The younger cousin’s crush had been playing, and insisted she watch. And Neji, ever much the older brother, had stayed. They didn’t live far from the high school, and so the jaunt back seemed simple enough.

But not that night.

The assailant came out of nowhere, taking Hinata by the arm. Her cry alerted Neji, who - without a hint of fear - had moved to take her back. Knocked aside as the pair tussled just within the mouth of an alleyway, Hinata hadn’t the time to get back up before she noticed a glint of metal. It shone brightly for a moment in the lamplight before disappearing...as the blade sank into her cousin’s side.

He’d grunted in pain, threw the man off as the knife remained in place. Then unarmed, he’d fled into the night

Hinata had no experience with wounds - frantic fingers had tried to do something. Anything! She knew well enough not to remove the weapon, lest he bleed out...but it was clear something vital had been struck. Crying out for help, Hinata wasn’t answered as blood pooled and skin grew cold.

...he’d given his life to save her.

Pronounced dead on the scene, there was no trip to the hospital. Hinata, in shock, remained with an ambulance as they worked to keep her conscious. All she could do was stare, not quite believing.

From that day on...the house was silent. Hardly a word was spoken...but most noticeable was the lack of birdsong. The little canary went quiet, clearly aware of the loss.

It refused to eat, to drink. A trip to the vet found nothing wrong. But Hinata knew, when she found it still at the bottom of the birdcage the next morning...it had died from a broken heart. The boy it had loved since being brought home was gone.

She’d buried the little thing in the backyard, next to a memorial in the garden she kept for her cousin. It might not have been Neji’s burial site, but...it was as close as she could bring them.

Hiashi had tried to throw away the cage, but Hinata insisted she keep it. When asked why, she had no answer...save that it was one last relic that tied the two together.

It went with her when she moved out, hung in a corner in her apartment. And still, it remained empty. To try and replace the previous occupant felt..wrong.

Her landlady - who doubled as her boss that owned the bakery just beneath her - had asked about it once. Hinata’d told the tale, and the older woman never again brought it up.

It seemed it would forever incite silence.

Or...so it seemed.

Today, Hinata is running late - a hard thing to do when work is only a flight of stairs away. But her boss is indulging: a kindhearted woman five years her senior who gave her the place to stay once her father kicked her out. Any child of his refusing college, he’d said, had no place under his roof.

So, now Hinata lives in a tiny studio apartment...but the smell of fresh bread permeates everything. She considers it a win-win.

The morning is always their busiest time: people seeking breakfast before work flood the bakery every weekday. But the pair of them revel in it, hardly noticing the passing time in the rush.

Today, however, things get a little...interesting.

After the first wave, the pair find themselves in a bit of a lull, talking amiably as they tidy up and prepare for the inevitable second round. It’s during the quiet that a lone customer walks in, shouldering his duffle bag and glancing to the menu.

Her boss takes the order as Hinata finishes mopping, washing up and then filling the quota: a loaf of sourdough bread, and an iced coffee: black. A little odd, given that it’s still Winter, but...well, the customer gets what the customer wants.

With the bread bagged, she goes to turn and deliver the drink...only to find a spot still wet from her cleaning. Her shoes slip out from under her, and with a cry, Hinata topples over...and the drink goes flying.

...all over him.

Thankfully she doesn’t conk her head on anything, waving away her boss and insisting she’s fine, far more concerned (and mortified) about the man beyond the counter. Rattling off apologies, Hinata tries to make amends only for him to wave them aside.

“It’s fine - I’ve got my gym clothes in my bag, I can just change.”

“I-I live just upstairs - I can wash your shirt for you!”

“No, really - I -”

“Please! A-and you can change there - our bathroom’s so small, it’d be a pain.”

He glances to the manager, who shrugs. “...okay, sure.”

Hinata scurries up the stairs before him, fumbling her keys and unlocking the door. “The b-bathroom’s over there - I can rinse the shirt in the sink so it doesn’t stain.”

“Thanks.”

To her embarrassment, he just...strips it off then and there before moving to fish his spare shirt out of his bag. Well...so much for using the bathroom. Spinning around pink-faced, Hinata channels her nervous energy into scrubbing the garment.

“...you have a bird?”

“I...w-what?”

“You’ve got a birdcage.”

Mid motion, Hinata goes stock still.

He seems to realize he hit a nerve. “...er…”

“...my cousin did. Before he, um...before he d-died.”

“Oh, shit...I’m sorry.”

“...it’s fine. It was...a long time ago now. But...I just couldn’t get rid of the cage. I’m not sure why.”

Redressed, he crosses the room to admire it, hands in his pockets. “...he liked birds?”

“Very much so.”

“Y’know, I volunteer at a raptor sanctuary. If you want, I could get you a free pass.”

The offer comes out of nowhere. A free pass? After she’s the one who inconvenienced him? “...um…?”

“Seems like you’re attached to them, too. Or...the idea of them. Thought maybe you’d enjoy it.”

There’s a blink, and then she softens. “...I guess I would. Neji would have liked it more…though that reminds me, I didn’t...introduce myself. I’m Hinata.”

“Sasuke.”

Wringing out the shirt, Hinata eyes it carefully, seeing no trace of the coffee. “Okay...I think it’s all right. I’m...so sorry about that, Sasuke.”

“It’s fine. It’s just a shirt.”

“Still...I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Accidents happen - no worries. And it looks fine. I need to wash all my stuff anyway.”

Hands now empty, Hinata absentmindedly fiddles them. “I-I’ll pay for your drink.”

“It’s fine.”

“But -?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He gives a snort. “You always so overly polite?”

“Y-you’re a customer!”

“Yeah, but you don’t gotta bend over backwards. You washed my shirt, so call it even.”

Lips purse into a small pout.

Descending the stairs again, they come back out into the bakery, still quiet. “So, this is the place I volunteer at,” Sasuke offers, handing her a card. “Just ask for me - I’m there every Saturday, I can get you in.”

“So...do you like birds…?”

“Big ones,” he replies with a hint of a grin. “Hawks, mostly - we help rehabilitate them. I can introduce you to a few we’ve got around right now.”

“O...okay!”

With his order finally finished (and in one piece), Sasuke takes his leave with a farewell. The remaining pair watch him go before Hinata’s boss turns to her. “So…”

“...so?”

“You got yourself a date!”

“W-what?! N-no, I just -”

She laughs, hands on her hips. “He invited you out so he could see you again!”

“W-we were just talking about birds, that’s all! He didn’t ask me out, he just...brought it up because it was relevant!”

The elder woman just smiles knowingly. “...well, you better take him up on it - you don’t meet cuties like that every day, hm?”

“P-please, that’s not -!”

Before she can refuse, the bell dings as a small group of customers walks in. Her boss just gives a glance and a nod before they concede back to work.

A date...it’s not a date! It’s just...just a… Admittedly, she’s not sure what to call it. But...well, she’d be happy to see such interesting birds up close, regardless.

Neji...I wish you could go with me. I’ll take lots of pictures, if I can! And maybe, someday soon...she’ll be able to fill the birdcage again.

     This prompt was...very random xD Of course the first thing I associate in Naruto with birds and cages is Neji, so...I tried to work that into a modern AU to have it lead to a meeting between our typical ship. I'm not...sure I pulled this off very well. It feels like it should be a lot longer. But sadly my time is limited, so...hopefully it's still somewhat passable.      Anywho, that's all for tonight. I'll see everyone tomorrow! Thanks for reading~

[seventeen-central]

Bundle of Joy - Minghao Fluff

Request: Hi I love your writing! Can I request a Minghao scenario where he and his wife (the reader) become new parents and adjust to life with their newborn baby? I love fluff! Thank youuuu

Word Count: 1230

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Minghao of SEVENTEEN

Summary: It was a big shock when you and Minghao announced that you were going to get married. It was an even bigger shock when you announced that you would be welcoming your first child into your family, but neither of you had expected a newborn to be such a big addition to your lives.

A/N: Hey guys, I want to do some BTS imagines so maybe send in a request for your bias in BTS. It’s not that I am sick of writing for SEVENTEEN, I just really enjoy writing about more than the same 5 people. Also, I am not even joking but pretty much every request I have is for Minghao and Jun... coughlovechinalinecough.

 “Well, Mrs. Xu, I think you are ready to go home with your little boy today. Would you like us to bring (B/N) here so you can hold him while your husband finishes the last of the paperwork for the hospital?”

 “Yes, please.” You tiredly nodded, having only given birth about two days ago. The whole process went very smoothly, and Minghao had managed to get time off work so that he could stay with you for the labor and delivery. It was surprising that he was even willing to stay married to you at this point, considering how much you had screamed, cursed, and hit at him in the past 72 hours. Both of you knew that all of that was worth it as soon as you heard your newborn child cry for the first time, the meek sob causing all the pain to disappear and all focus to go to the miracle that your love had brought into the world.

 “Good Morning, Yeobo. I visited (B/N) this morning, and he already looks so strong, just like his mommy.” He pecked you on the cheek and slid into the plastic chair next to your hospital bed. He shuffled the mountain of paperwork he held in his hands, and your eyes took in every ounce of his glowing, bare-faced features. It may have been the joy of the birth of his child that caused the glow that gracefully radiated off his features, but you couldn’t help the urge to throw your arms around his thin shoulders and cry for the sake of releasing all the emotions that came with the change in size of your family.

 “Minghao, did you see what color his eyes are?”

 “No, (Y/N), he still keeps them closed every time I go in there. The doctors said they checked though, and they are (E/C) just like yours.”

 “I can’t wait to see them myself.” You leaned back in the bed, and Minghao began ripping through the documents so that your baby could finally go to his new home.

 The sound of the door quietly opening was accompanied by the coo of an infant, and light spread across the dark carpet of your apartment. Minghao opened the door wide and set down the car seat before assisting you in closing the front door.

 “Do you want me to carry him? I know your back must still be hurting, and I don’t want my gorgeous wife to be uncomfortable.” You willingly passed Minghao the baby before letting your hands find the crook of your back.

 “I’m gonna have to start going to the gym again so I can lose some of this bump, it is killing my back!” MInghao laughed and leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on your lips. 

 “Why don’t you go sit in the nursery, and I’ll go grab the camera so we can take some photos of (B/N)’s first day home?” You nodded and took the baby back into your arms before waddling towards the nursery. Minghao laughed as you did so, and you quickly turned your head to stick out your tongue before closing the door behind you.

 Minghao rustled through the closet until he finally found the old camera which hadn’t seen the light of day since your wedding.  He grasped it in his hands and padded to the sky blue nursery you both had prepared months prior and was greeted by the sight of you rocking back and forth in the rocking chair as (B/N) slept peacefully in your arms. The light hit your soft features in all the right ways as you gazed over the bundle in your arms, and a loud ‘click’ signaled that your husband had noticed this and decided to put the camera to use.

 “Aish, Minghao! Don’t take photos of me, I look like a mess right now, just take photos of the baby!” You raised your free hand to cover your bare face, and Minghao chuckled before walking over to you.

 “You look beautiful, Yeobo. I hope that our future daughter looks like you so that she will be the most gorgeous toddler in the world.”

 “Slow down there, Babe. If you want any more kids, the waiting list is going to be paused for the next 3 years at least.” Minghao pouted before taking the baby from your arms and setting him in the crib.

 “Why don’t we go ahead and get to sleep, God knows we’ll need all the rest we can get.”

 For the fourth time that night, (B/N)’s shrill cries harshly attacked your ears. You leaped up and ran to the nursery, your groggy husband trailing behind you. When you entered the room, (B/N) was wriggling in his crib and releasing small huffs in-between sobs.

 “Does he need a new diaper?” Minghao yawned and rubbed his eyes as you shook your head.

 “No, I only changed it an hour ago. I think he might be hungry, but I’ve never breastfed before...”

 “Do you want me to leave the room while you do that?” You nodded and Minghao left the room awkwardly. It took a few tries, but you successfully ended up getting (B/N) to stop crying and go back to sleep, this time well fed and burped. You stood next to the crib and watched (B/N) sleep, in awe of the life you had brought into this world. Suddenly, a warm pair of arms wrapping around your waist caused you to jump slightly before melting into the embrace of your loving husband.

 “I can’t believe I’m a Dad and you are a Mom. It seems like yesterday you were walking down the aisle at our wedding.”

 “Time passes so quickly. Before you know it, (B/N) will be bringing home his fiancé and maybe even grandkids. Of course, he will graduate first and be the top in his class-”

 “(Y/N), slow down. He’s still a baby, that’s all a long way off, so you can rest easy knowing he can’t even crawl away from you yet.” You both laughed, and Minghao gently took your hand in his. “Let’s get to sleep, and tomorrow we can take (B/N) on a walk in his stroller in the park or something.”

 Beep. Beep. Beep. 7:08 am.

 “Minghao, turn off the alarm...” The alarm finally stopped beeping, and you put your face in your hands. The faint light coming through the window was evidence that it was still early in the morning, and the crickets outside remained as loud as they would have been at four o’ clock in the morning. Sitting up, a jolt of pain shook through the entirety of your back and a loud groan left your mouth.

 “Yeobo, does your back still hurt? I can go get you the heating pad and some pain killers if you want.” You nodded and pecked his cheek.

 “Thank you, Hao. I’ll make us some breakfast after the baby wakes up and is fed, though hopefully he’ll stay asleep for another hour at least...”

 A loud cry rang through your apartment, and your gaze connected with Minghao’s, large sighs escaping both of your mouths.