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The Things You Give Part 33

Whooooooweeee it's be a very long time! I'm so sorry it took so long to write this! I've been having a hard time feeling motivated but it's past the New Years and I decided that I need to end this story shortly. Story isn't done quite yet, but there are only a few more chapters! I hope you all had a beautiful holiday season and New Years! I know I did. Enjoy the chapter!

Quick note: Danny Masterson has been imprisoned and now Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher are under fire and now being cancelled apparently. Not a good start of the year for anyone.

June 1, 1979

Point Place, Wisconsin

Forman/Hyde Residence

Eric Forman’s Kitchen

“Hey, you two, how was your doctor’s appointment?” Kitty asked as she was stirring a hot pot of chili on the stove.

“Ugh,” Y/n groaned and plopped down on the chair at the table.

“The doctor says she can pop any day now,” Hyde answered for her and opened the fridge for a drink.

“Awe, sweetheart, you must be so uncomfortable,” Kitty said.

“I am. I’m so sick of being pregnant,” she whined. “I’m tired, my ankles are fat, my back hurts and—Steven! Will you please stop breathing down my neck?!”

“Uh,” he replied from the counter, no where close to her. “I’m over here.”

Y/n whined again. “I’m so sick of being pregnant.”

“The doctor said there are a couple things we can do to induce labor,” Steven said and pulled out a list. “She said we can try spicy foods, long walks, castor oil—”

“Don’t forget what she said could be more effective,” Y/n cut in.

Steven gave her a stoney look and put his hand on his hip. “I’m not saying that.”

“Why not? She’s a nurse she hears this stuff all the time! Besides, she’s gone through this as well!”

“What? Tell me what?” Kitty asked.

“No, I’m not saying it!”

“Steven!”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake, tell me what?!” Kitty cried out.

“The doctor said sex can be the most effective to induce labor,” Y/n blurted out.

“Y/n, what the hell?!” Steven said, embarrassed.

“Oh,” Kitty said lowly and dropped her gaze back to the chili, almost uninterested. “Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you got to say?” Y/n asked.

“Honey, it’s pretty clear that you wouldn’t be pregnant if you and Steven hadn’t…you know…”

“Okay!” Steven interrupted. “As nice as this conversation is, I gotta get to work.”

“Okay, fine, but—Mom, cover your ears—we’re doing it later!” Y/n shouted after him as he slammed the door shut, hoping to drown out that last part.

“Well, isn’t that lovely,” Kitty mumbled and poured herself a cup of chili. “Y/n, on a more appropriate topic, do you want some chili?”

“Hey, guys,” Eric introduced himself as he entered the kitchen. “Great news! I’m on my way to becoming a teacher. I filled out all my college application with red pen.” He giggled to himself. “That’s a teacher joke.”

“Well, now look at him!” Red announced as he walked through the kitchen door. “Out of bed and productive before three o’ clock.”

“Honey, you’re like a marine!” Kitty said cheerfully.

“A marine?” Y/n asked. “The only time I ever saw him storm a beach was when he was running away from a jellyfish!”

“Damn, what did you have for breakfast this morning? Carnation Instant Bitch?” Eric quipped.

“If I could get up, I’d kick your ass for saying that,” Y/n threatened, sighing, and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the pain in lower back starting to intensify.

“Yeah, anyway,” Eric said and turned back to Red. “Hey, dad, all I need from you now is a financial statement so the school can see where I'm getting the old moola.”

“Oh, well, you see about that…” Red mumbled, nervous. “I, uh...I spent your college money to keep the muffler shop going.”

“What?!” the twins shouted.

“You spent our college fund?!” Y/n continued.

“Why do you care?” Eric asked her. “It’s not like you’re going to college anytime soon. You don’t even know what you want to study.”

“Who says I don’t?” she asked. “I decided that I’m going to study biomedical engineering. Beat that, teach.”

“You’re going to study biomedical engineering?!” Kitty asked excitedly. “I knew you were going to take after me in the medical field!”

“Except the difference is she’ll be helping advance technology in the medical field instead of having to wipe people’s butts and administer them their IV’s,” Red said.

“Is that what you think I do all day?” Kitty asked, offended.

“Uh…” he whipped back to Y/n who was looking up at him with an amused smile. “Good job, kitten. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” she responded. “It would mean more if we had our college money!”

“Dad, how are we supposed to pay for college?” Eric asked.

“Look, with this damn mild winter, nobody's muffler rusted,” Red said. “I tried to rust them. I even went out at night and sprinkled salt all over the streets!”

Kitty squinted at her husband. “Not my good kosher salt!”

Red looked at his wife with a deadpanned look and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Kitty, I sprinkled the streets of Point Place with your half-pound bag of salt.”

“Wait. Mom, you knew about this?” Eric asked. “And you just said, ‘Please, go ahead. Take my son's college money and use it on a muffler shop?’”

“No,” she responded. “I think your father asked me if I thought you two would amount to anything, and I said, ‘I really, really hope so.’ And then he said, ‘I'm spending the twins’ college money on my muffler shop.’ And then I made the best blueberry cobbler I have ever made."

“Man, that was good,” Y/n reminisced. “I remember that cobbler. I always wondered why, when I said it was so good, you said, ‘At least I can give you this,’ and started to cry.”

“So, the upshot is, I have absolutely no money for college,” Eric said and puckered his lips in deep thought. “Looks like I’m going to have to use that football scholarship that was offered to me.”

“Oh, Eric, we should go talk to Mr. Bray!” Y/n suggested.

“Our old guidance counselor?” he asked.

“Finding money for college is what high school guidance counselors do.”

“I don't know about Mr. Bray. I don't think he really liked me,” Eric said. “One time I told him I was being bullied, and he just said, ‘What'd you expect?’"

“I’ll go with you,” Y/n said. “Mr. Bray loved me…in almost entirely appropriate ways.”

“Yeah…we’ll go,” Eric said, a little concerned.

“Okay, now that we got all that settled, we should celebrate!” Kitty announced.

Y/n scoffed. “Sure. With what?”

--Later that day—

“Hey, don’t forget about the Led Zepplin concert next Friday,” Eric reminded his friends as they all sat in the basement.

“How could I forget?” Hyde asked. “It was the greatest bribery I’ve ever had.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at them.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Hyde. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing," she sighed, eyeing the TV and rubbed her belly.

“No, no you don’t get to do that just because you’re pregnant,” he pushed. “I know you, what’s wrong?”

“Awe, Steven, that’s really sweet,” Jackie said and turned to Markus. “When he and I were together, he wouldn’t even be bothered to ask me what was wrong. It didn’t even faze him.”

“To be fair, you’re always bothered by something,” Hyde quipped. “It was something new every day. I stopped keeping up after a while.”

“I am not!” she argued and turned to Markus who gave her a look. “Okay, maybe I was, but I’ve changed! The other day, I walked by a shoe sale and wasn’t upset that they didn’t have this beautiful shoe in my size. See? Growth.”

“Sure,” Hyde mindlessly and turned back to his wife. “C’mon, what’s wrong?”

“I’d rather not talk about it in front of our friends,” she responded.

“So, you guys can make out in front of us, even get caught doing it, but expressing why you’re upset is where you draw the line?” Donna pointed out.

“Yeah, spill it!” Fez demanded.

Y/n paused before sighing through her nose. “I don’t think you should go.”

“What?!” Eric shouted.

“Why?!” Hyde asked, appalled. “Why don’t you want me to go?”

“Well, I could go into labor any day now and I’d hate for you to miss the birth of your children for a concert,” she explained calmly.

“Y/n, your due date is on Monday. The kids will be here a full five days before the concert. I think it’ll be okay.”

“What if they’re not here by then? They can be late, you know,” Y/n pointed out.

“Come on, don’t do this,” Hyde said. “Don’t make me choose.”

“I shouldn’t have to make you!” she burst out. “You should know what comes first! Not some stupid concert!”

That made the group audibly gasp.

“What?! What I say?!” she asked them.

“You take that back!” Eric said, his voice wobbly.

“Blasphemous!” Kelso shouted.

“How dare you?” Fez asked under his breath.

“Oh, come on you guys, you can’t be serious,” she said. “Are you telling me my giving birth isn’t as important as some band?”

Everyone was quiet for a minute, filling Y/n with rage.

“It’s Led Zepplin,” Fez said quietly.

“Seriously?!” Y/n screeched and stood up. “You’re all going to leave me here all alone?!”

“I’m not going to the concert,” Markus piped up. “I’ll be here for you.”

She turned to everyone else. “Thank you, Markus. Maybe if I have boys I can name one of them after you!”

This made Jackie gasp. “How dare you?! I thought we agreed on Jack or Jackie!”

“I agreed to nothing!” Y/n argued. “You just assume because you think everyone caters to you, but you can’t be bothered to return the favor! The person who helps me deserves the credit.”

“What--?! That is not true!” Jackie shouted.

Everyone around her scoffed.

“C’mon, Jackie,” Donna said, side-eyeing her.

Jackie spun around to her boyfriend. “Markus! Aren’t you going to say something?”

He shrugged. “Sorry, babe, I have to agree with Y/n on this one.”

“Oh, you are in so much trouble!” she screeched.

Y/n clapped her hands and stomped her foot, gaining their attention. “Guys! Really? I thought that after we’ve all been through, you would want to be there for the birth of your nieces or nephews.” She turned to Hyde. “Or your children.” When no one responded, Y/n scoffed, hurt. “You know, what? I don’t care what you guys do. Go to the concert. Have fun.”

She didn’t let them get another single word out before she quietly walked upstairs to her room.

Once the door slammed, Donna turned to the group. “You guys, I feel really bad.”

“Yeah…I’d be pissed too if I couldn’t go to the concert,” Kelso said casually, opening a popsicle.

“No, you moron! That’s not why she’s upset!” Hyde said, irritated.

“Well, what does she expect us to do?” Eric asked. “Those tickets were a lot and it’s not our fault that the concert falls around the same time of her due date.” When he caught Donna glaring at him, he shrugged his shoulders. “What?!”

“You’re an ass,” Donna said. “I don’t think I want to go anymore.”

“Oh, come on! You have to go,” her boyfriend said. “She may not even have the kids on the day of the concert. It would be such a waste if we didn’t go.”

“Wow, Eric,” Donna said bitterly. “You’re being incredibly insensitive.”

“Okay, let’s say the babies come before the concert. No harm, no foul, amiright?” Eric asked.

“That’s if Hyde wants to go,” Markus responded. “When my sister and her husband had my niece, they were up pretty much three days straight and the last thing they wanted to do was go to a noisy concert.”

“Well, I think she’s being a little dramatic and honestly—quite selfish,” Kelso said. Everyone turned to look at him, finding himself cringing when Hyde gave him a death glare. “What?! She is!”

“She has a point, Michael!” Jackie defended. “No matter how mean and unfair she was to me.”

“You’re telling me that we might miss her birth is an overreaction?” Donna questioned him.

Kelso nodded and shrugged. “Well…yeah!”

“Unbelievable,” Donna said curtly as Hyde slugged Kelso in the arm.

“Ow, Hyde! What the hell?!”

“Keep talking crap about my wife Kelso and you’re going home with more than a bruised arm,” he threatened.

“Damn, sorry I said anything,” Kelso whined while rubbing his sore shoulder.

“You should be,” Hyde said and made his way towards the stairs. “I’m going to go talk to her.”

He took two steps at a time as he followed his bride.

Y/n laid there in bed, glaring at the ceiling. Scenarios of possibilities wouldn’t stop dancing in her head about the day she would give birth while her supposed loving husband was at a concert.

She felt a very wet sensation run down her leg. As she looked down, she noticed that her water had broken, and it wasn’t long until the pain of contractions came along.

“Steven!” she cried out in pain. “Steven, the babies are coming!”

“Oh, really?” he asked, barley looking up from putting his jacket on. “This is inconvenient. Can you wait until I get back from the concert?”

“What?!”

“Look, the babies are important, but…Led Zepplin,” he replied, stepping backwards towards the door. “Just hold those kids in for me! Love you, bye!”

Y/n sneered at the thought, but her mind continued to race.

Smoke, heavy bass, and body sweat filled the air as the group, minus Y/n, head banged their way through each song of Led Zepplin.

“Hey, Hyde, isn’t Y/n giving birth right now?” Donna shouted through the noise, wide smile on her face.

“Yeah, but this is more important!” he shouted back.

“Yeah, to hell with her!” Eric shouted. “Led Zepplin is way more important!”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine,” Steven said. “We can always have more kids that I’ll probably end up being there for the birth!”

Tears started to well in her eyes. “Jerks.”

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Y/n?” Steven asked as he poked his head through their shared bedroom door.

She quickly grabbed for her pregnancy book on the nightstand and pretended to be reading.

“Doll, can we talk?”

“About what?” she mumbled.

“You know what.”

“I think you made up your mind, so there’s no point,” she said, staring at the page.

“No, no that’s why I wanted to come up here,” he replied. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Don’t be.”

“Y/n, can you please look at me?” he asked her and took the book from her, only to see tear streaks down her face. “Awe, Doll…”

She couldn’t stifle her sobs anymore as she broke down. “You love Led Zepplin more than me!” She shoved her face into a pillow.

He didn’t know if he should laugh or groan. “Y/n, come on, you know that’s not true.”

“No, it is!” she continued to wail. “I’m going to go into labor and you’re not going to care!”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, counting to ten. “You know that’s not true.”

“You won’t even help me go into labor!” she whined.

“I’m not going to sleep with you just so you can go into labor,” he deadpanned.

Y/n sat up and wiped at her face. “C’mon, Steven, I’m miserable here! The babies will be fine. It’s doctor recommended!”

“We haven’t even tried the others yet,” he said calmly.

Her face contorted again, fat tears rolling down her face. “You don’t find me attractive anymore!”

“I never said that!” Steven couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Then why won’t you make love to me?!”

“First, don’t say it like that ever again. And second: it has nothing to do with my finding you attractive.”

“Then what is it?” she wept.

“It’s…it’s nothing.”

This made her stop crying immediately and glare at him instead. He almost missed her crying. “What a load of crap!”

“C’mon, Y/n, don’t make me say it.”

“No, you’re gonna!” she demanded. “I want to know why you won’t have sex with your wife to help her go into labor!”

Steven tilted his head back at and stared at the ceiling. Closing his eyes, he groaned before looking back at her. “It’s weird, okay? I’m going to be doing you knowing that the babies are…right there. Knowing what’s going on.”

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows at him. “The babies are in my uterus, not in my, you know, hoo-ha.”

Steven found himself chucking at her euphonism. “What if I hurt them?”

“Like I just said, they’re farther up there than you can reach.”

“Ouch.”

She laughed and placed her hand on his arm. “Trust me, that’s something to be proud of.”

He laughed with her and kissed her.

“Let’s make a deal,” she said, catching his attention. “If I go into labor before the concert, by all means, go. But if I don’t by Friday—you don’t. What do you think?”

He tilted his head to the side, thinking before nodding. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“Okay, good,” she smiled at him as he leaned down to kiss her.

“How bout we try now?”

“Now you want to? Because of a concert?!”

“No, more so now I know I won’t hurt them or make it as weird.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I love you.”

He laid her down onto her back, hovering above her and gently smiled. “That I am.”

That Following Monday…

“That’s right, still no babies!” Y/n announced as she and Steven walked into the kitchen after their doctor appointment. Everyone sat in the kitchen, hanging out and snacking. Kitty, Donna, and Jackie sat at the table while Eric, Fez, and Kelso sat at the counter munching on some pop-tarts. “Today’s my due date and I am nowhere near in labor! Gah! This sucks!”

She plopped down at the table, causing it to shift.

“Oh, honey, I know how you feel,” Kitty comforted. “When I was pregnant with Laurie, I wanted her out so bad I almost reached a hand up there and yanked her out myself!”

“That’s a great story, Mom. Can you tell that to me while you’re getting me some iced tea?” Y/n snapped.

Kitty glared at her daughter as she reluctantly got up and grabbed for the pitcher in the fridge.

“Damn, pregnancy doesn’t agree with you,” Jackie said. “The bitch hormone is being released.”

“You try carrying twins who won’t stop kicking me—and each other!” she responded as the glass was placed in front of her. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kitty grumbled as she sat back down.

“Seriously, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to one or both of the babies moving and kicking me. Have you ever had feet stuck in your ribcage? It’s a rude awakening. Literally.”

“Yeah, I feel your pain,” Hyde said. “Whenever you’re up, I’m up.”

“Oh, shove it!” Y/n spit. “You sleep like a damn log every night! You can be getting attacked while you’re dead asleep and barley stir!”

“No, I hear you. I just choose to stay still.”

“So, while I’m over here in uncomfortable, you’re snuggling your pillow just to avoid me?!”

Fez, Kelso, and Eric shifted their gazes to Hyde with amused smirks on their faces.

“You cuddle your pillow, Hyde?” Eric taunted.

“Shut up, Forman or I will suffocate you with said pillow.”

“But if you do, you won’t have a pillow to cuddle at night,” Fez continued.

“Shut up, Fez!”

“Y/n, have you tried any of the doctor’s suggestions?” Kitty asked.

“Yeah! Steven and I have done it like a dozen times since then,” she answered.

Kitty closed her eyes and rubbed her head. “Honey…have you tried anything else besides that?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well, why don’t you start with food? Let’s go out tonight.”

Y/n shrugged. “Yeah, let’s try that.”

“And the weather is supposed to be cooler tonight, we can go on that long walk,” Hyde said.

She sighed and rubbed her aching neck. “Yeah, that works.”

“There’s a good Indian restaurant that serves the spiciest curry downtown,” Kitty said. “Let’s go there.”

“Uh, do I have to go?” Eric piped up. “Last time I had anything spicy, I sat on the toilet for three days.”

“Ew,” Hyde said and turned to his wife. “Look, I’m going to go look for those specific teas the doc told me about. Do you want anything else?”

“Yeah, just about everything on that list,” she responded. “Get the castor oil, some hot peppers, pineapples—”

“Should I just get the whole store?” Hyde asked.

“Yes please.”

Hyde nodded and kissed her head. “I’ll be back.”

As soon as he walked out the door, Y/n stood. “Well, I’ve got to pee again. I swear these damn kids think that my bladder is a squeeze toy.”

“She’s got to have those kids any day now,” Donna said once Y/n had waddled out the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s not like they’re trying,” said Kelso. “Hyde told me yesterday that she promised him that if she can give birth before Friday then he can go to the concert. Man, that must suck. Having an ol’ ball and chain telling you what to do.”

“Well, you’d never know since you’re too busy cheating on every girl you’ve ever dated,” Jackie snarked.

“Well, what do you say we make this interesting?” Kelso asked, ignoring Jackie’s comment.

“What do you mean?” Eric asked, tossing a Styrofoam football in the air.

“I’ll bet you ten bucks she has the babies tomorrow,” he responded with a wide smirk.

“You’re on!” Jackie said excitedly and reached for her purse.

“Guys, I don’t feel right about this,” Donna said. “It’s not cool to bet on when our friend will go into labor.”

“Ugh, Donna,” Y/n called as she waddled down the stairs. “That candle you gave me smells horrible. Next time, maybe try getting me a candle that doesn’t smell like nature took a dump and forgot to flush.”

“It’s the smell of a forest!” she defended.

“Have you ever been to the forest?” Y/n said. “It doesn’t smell like that.”

Before she could let Donna respond, she waddled back upstairs. Once the door closed, Donna turned back to the group, annoyance written all over her face. “Make it twenty.”

--Later—

“Guys, I got some great news from the guidance counselor!” Eric announced as he ran into the living room where his family and Donna were sitting, watching TV.

“Yeah? What is it?” Red asked, turning down the volume on the TV.

“There's this program where you go and teach in an impoverished area for a year, and then they pay for your college. So, I signed up.”

“Eric, that’s wonderful!” Kitty cheered.

“That’s awesome!” Y/n joined in.

“See? I knew spending your college money would work out for the best,” Red said, smugly. “You're welcome.”

“So, where’s this impoverished place that you’re going to?” Steven asked.

“Is it east Milwaukee? You know I made a wrong turn there once and I ended up in this awful neighborhood,” Kitty said and lowered her voice as if anyone outside the living room could hear her. “They were playing radios on street corners!”

Eric shook his head. “No, I’m not going to east Milwaukee.”

“So, where then?” Donna asked.

Eric laid his hands out, palms up in excitement. “Its Africa.”

“Africa?!” Everyone said in shock.

“Africa, Wisconsin?” Kitty asked hopefully.

“No, Kitty, the country,” Red answered.

“You’re going to teach in Africa?” Y/n asked, her heart breaking. “So, does that mean you’re not going to be here when the babies are born?”

“No, no, I’ll still be here,” Eric said. “I’ll be leaving in August.”

“Oh,” she responded. “H-how long will you be gone?”

“About a year.”

“A YEAR?!” All three women shouted.

“What’s the big deal?” Eric asked, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“The big deal is you made this big decision without coming to me at all!” Donna shouted and stood from the couch and stormed out.

“See? Donna understands,” Kitty said while Eric sighed in defeat.

This isn’t how he was planning this go at all.

--Later that evening--

“Joey?” Y/n asked her husband as they sat at the kitchen table, eating dinner.

Hyde shook his head. “Have a cousin named Joey. Last I heard he was being treated for VD and on his way to a halfway house.”

“Oookay,” Y/n said, going down the list of names in her book. “Victoria?”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“Because my mom had a best friend named Victoria.” He paused to take a bite of his spicy food before going into deep thought. “Pretty sure at one point she was more than that.”

Y/n gave him a blank stared smile. “I’ll never be able to erase that image out of my mind.”

“How bout Jimmy?”

Y/n put down the book. “Why Jimmy?”

He shrugged and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “I’ve just always liked that name.”

She squinted her eyes at him. “Since when?”

“I don’t know, a few years maybe.”

“Or maybe because it’s the name of the guitarist in Led Zepplin?”

Hyde pretended to be shocked. “Is that where that’s from? Wow, what are the odds?”

Y/n rolled her eyes at him. “Keep thinking, genius.”

“Eleanor?” he suggested.

“I’m sorry, am I giving birth to a seventy-five-year-old?”

“What’s wrong with Eleanor?”

“I feel like I’d be giving birth to a Roosevelt. No, thank you.”

“We can call her Ellie for short,” he argued.

“Ellie Hyde?” she questioned.

“Let’s keep brainstorming,” he agreed and looked at her plate which she barely touched. “Why aren’t you eating your spicy curry? I added extra peppers for you.”

Y/n let out a sigh and put down her book. “It’s not working. Nothing is going to get these kids out.”

“You’ve barley taken a bite out of your food. Maybe if you eat half of it, you’ll actually go into labor.”

“If I eat anymore, I’ll be breathing out fire,” she deadpanned.

“Come on, it’s good. Try it,” he encouraged before taking a bite of her curry. It didn’t take long for the spices to set his mouth aflame. He started panting like a dog before desperately grabbing her glass of water and downing it like a man who hasn’t had water in days.

“Oh, my God,” he panted once the water was down. “How are you eating this?”

Y/n gave him an amused smile. “I’m about to push two human beings out of me, I think a hot mouth is the least of my worries.”

“Speaking of hot mouth, why don’t you and I go upstairs and try to get these babies here?” Hyde suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

“C’mon, we’ve done it like a hundred times; clearly the babies aren’t coming,” she replied, defeated.

“You don’t know that,” he replied gently.

Y/n shook her head, defeated. “I guess these babies will come when they decide to.”

Steven looked at her before standing to his feet. “Come on. We’re going for a walk.”

45 Minutes Later...

“I told you the walk wouldn’t work!” Y/n complained as they walked through the sliding door, picking out leaves and twigs from her hair.

“Well, it would’ve if you hadn’t tried to jump on me in the park!” Hyde argued as he looked down at the mud stains on his pants and shirt.

“I was trying to be romantic!”

“You’re trying to get these kids out of you so fast, you’re willing to knock us both over in a big puddle just for a quickie behind a bush!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know there was a deep mud puddle there?!” she yelled, prying her wet and muddy dress away from her thighs.

“Gee, I don’t know, maybe the fact that it RAINED earlier?” he yelled back.

“Ugh, you know what, I’m going to go shower. Don’t follow me!”

“What is going on?” Eric asked as he entered the kitchen with Donna. He took one look at the couple and started laughing. “What happened to you two?”

“Y/n thought it would be the perfect time to get romantic on a walk in the park to try to go into labor,” Steven replied, glaring at his wife who wasn’t even looking at him.

Eric scrunched up his nose at them. “Sorry I asked.”

“I’m going to go shower because the mud is started seal my butt cheeks together,” Y/n announced before waddling out the kitchen.

“Didn’t need to know that!” Eric cried out and turned back to Hyde. “So, are you guys going to keep trying?”

Hyde sighed frustratingly. “At this point, I don’t know. We’ve tried spicy foods, canola oil, sex…nothing is working. The long walk may have worked if she hadn’t cut it short.”

“Well, you know, maybe the babies will come tomorrow…or in a couple days…” Donna suggested and nonchalantly grabbed a soda from the fridge.

“I don’t know. I’m starting to think these kids are going to come closer to the concert and I just got to accept the fact that I’m not going to be able to make it.”

“What?! No, Hyde don’t say that,” Eric said. “You’re going to be able to have those babies and still go to the concert.”

“You know, Hyde, maybe you’re not doing this right,” Donna said and sat at the table. “Maybe, the babies will come tomorrow or Wednesday…”

Hyde squinted his eyes at her. “Why? Why tomorrow or Wednesday?”

She shook her head. “No reason!”

Hyde rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. I’m going to shower as well. We’ll try again tomorrow.”

Once he was out of earshot, Eric turned to Donna.

“Way to almost blow our cover!”

---

Tuesday came and go with Y/n getting more miserable by the minute.

“It’s Tuesday night, she can still have the baby tonight!” Jackie argued.

“You had until 8pm. You can’t bend the rules now. Now pay up!” Donna chortled and held out her hand.

“Fine!” Jackie screeched and reached into her purse. “Here’s your stupid twenty bucks!”

“Thank you,” Donna said smugly and fanned her face with the two tens.

“Okay, double or nothing she has them by tomorrow,” Jackie said.

“I bet she’ll have them by Thursday,” Kelso said.

“I bet you’re all wrong,” Eric said. “I want to say she’ll have them by Sunday.”

“And I bet she’s losing six friends,” Markus piped up, disgusted at their behavior.

“Five,” Eric corrected. “She can’t lose me. I’m her brother after all.”

“I don’t think that’s going to make a difference,” Markus said.

“Markus, baby, shush,” Jackie said, tapping his leg. “We’re just having a little fun.”

“Fun?” he questioned. “You’re betting on your friend’s pain and misery! I don’t think she would classify this as fun.”

“She would if it was any one of us,” Eric pointed out.

“Only with you,” Donna chuckled. “She’s fine with the rest of us.” She looked up to Kelso who was mindlessly sucking on a popsicle. “Well, maybe Kelso too.”

He looked down at her, frowning, pausing with the popsicle still in his mouth. “Why me?”

“Because it’s so easy,” Fez added in, laughing. “Like you.”

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“That’s it, I give up!” Y/n said, exasperated three days later as she and her husband sat in the basement. “I’m done trying to get these kids to come out. They’ll come when they come.”

“No, don’t give up yet,” Eric said, faux-sympathetic.

“You just want them to be born so you can go to the concert,” she grumbled.

Eric’s gaze flicked to the rest of the group; Hyde staring at him suspiciously.

“Y-you can keep trying…even if it takes you to Sunday,” he said.

“Or Monday!” Jackie piped up. “I think you’ll go into labor then.”

“Nah, I’m saying Tuesday,” Fez said.

Y/n squinted her eyes at her friends. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Fez squeaked.

“Uh huh, and I’m calling bologna,” she said, eyes never leaving Fez’s nervous ones.

“Nothing you’ll be interested in,” Jackie said.

“Yeah? Try me.”

Everyone was silent, not daring to speak up, until—

“We’ve all been making a bet to see when you’ll go into labor!” Fez blurted out.

“FEZ!” Everyone shouted.

“What the hell?!” Eric shouted.

“Unbelievable!” Donna cried out.

“Big mouth!” Jackie chimed in.

“Traitor!” Kelso added.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t lie to her!” Fez said.

“But you can bet money on me?!” Y/n shouted. “I can’t believe you guys!”

“Yeah! How could you do this and not let me in on it?!” Hyde shouted.

Y/n snapped her head to him. “WHAT?!”

“C’mon, we’re both so miserable here, at least let’s make some money out of it,” he defended.

“Oh, yeah I’m sure all that sex has helped ease the pain,” Fez grumbled bitterly.

“Shut up, Fez,” Hyde demanded, making Fez pout and turn away.

“You know the worst part is you guys didn’t include me on this,” Y/n continued.

“What?” the group asked in unison.

“Well, like Steven said, if I’m going to be miserable, I might as well make some money!”

“Hey, you’re cooler about this than I thought you would,” Markus said.

“If I wasn’t pregnant and desperate to get these kids out, I wouldn’t be,” she said. “Now, tell me, how high is the bet?”

“Forty,” he responded casually.

“Forty?!” Y/n screeched. “C’mon I’m worth more than that!”

“It’s all I’ve got in my purse,” Jackie responded bitterly. “Unless you have more money.”

“I know Hyde does,” Kelso smirked.

Hyde glared at him. “Drop it before I drop you.”

The Next Day…

“C’mon, babies, just stay in there until after tonight,” Eric encouraged, talking to his sister’s belly.

“You know that’s not how that works,” she responded, laughing at him.

“They can still hear right? Maybe they will listen.”

“Yeah, in your dreams, Forman,” Hyde said as he sat next to his wife on the couch.

“Come on, babies, if you wait to come out and let Daddy go to the concert with Uncle Eric, I promise I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle. “I don’t think they’re coming out anytime soon. You guys can go to the concert tonight, it’s fine.”

“YES!” Eric cheered.

“You sure?” Hyde asked genuinely and turned to her. “What if you go into labor while I’m gone?”

“I still have my parents here and Markus said he’ll be a phone call away if I need him,” she reassured him.

Hyde made a face at her. “I don’t know how I feel about this new guy helping you.”

“Would you rather it be Fez or Kelso?”

He smacked his lips in thought. “Good point.”

“Besides, I think it’ll be nice to just be me tonight,” she continued. “I can finally start that book I’ve wanting to read.”

“Vogue Magazine isn’t a book,” Eric reminded.

“Neither are comics,” she snapped back.

“Then why are they called comic books?” he shot back.

Y/n sighed. “Either way, I’m looking forward to finally getting some alone time.”

“As long you’re okay with it. And I won’t be out long,” Hyde promised.

“Okay,” Y/n said, smiling at him and kissed him. “I’m going to go take a nap. Wake me up before you leave.”

Hyde nodded as he helped her off the couch. Just as she did, she clutched her stomach, hissing sharply.

“Oh!” she yelped, bending over.

“Oh, my God! Y/n!” Hyde reacted quickly, reaching for her so she didn’t stumble forward.

“Y/n, are you okay?!” Eric asked her with wide eyes.

“Yeah, just kidding,” she giggled and walked upstairs.

The two young men let out a breath of relief and glared at her as she walked up the stairs.

“Sometimes, I really, really don’t like her,” Eric griped.

--Time Skip—

“Y/n, I’m leaving!” Steven said as he gathered his wallet, keys, and tickets together.

“I’m coming,” she called out as she waddled down the stairs.

He met her at the bottom of the stairs and placed his hands on her hips, leaning down to kiss her. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“More than,” she said, grinning. “You go and have a great time, okay?”

“I will. I left the number for you on the counter to the venue in case anything happens.”

“Look at you, being all worried and responsible,” she teased.

He chuckled and kissed her gently. “I love you. I’m serious—call.”

“I will,” she said and hugged him. “I love you. Have fun.”

“Will you stop making out with my sister and get in the car?” Eric asked impatiently. “Led Zepplin isn’t going to wait for us.”

“Shut up, Forman,” Hyde said and turned to Y/n once more. “Try to not have those babies until I get back.”

“I will definitely try,” she replied sweetly before giving him one more kiss. “Now, go. Enjoy the concert. Oh! Wait there for a moment.” She ran back to the kitchen before returning to the front door with a camera in her hand. “Take some pictures for me.”

Hyde held the large polaroid camera in his hand and looked at his wife. “You want me to take pictures the whole time?”

She nodded innocently. “Yeah!”

“No,” he deadpanned and set the camera on the couch.

“What? Why?!”

“I’m going to be busy rocking and rolling, not taking pictures of the band.”

“Steven, please! Just because I can’t be there doesn’t mean I don’t want pictures!”

“Yeah, that’s a lot of pictures that I don’t want to take and have to keep track of. No, thanks.”

“Why’re you being so stubborn?”

“Hey, if you wanted to see Led Zepplin, you should be going,” Eric piped up from behind them.

“You literally bought tickets for everyone but me,” she snipped.

“Correction: I bought them for me, you, Hyde, and Donna. Kelso bought tickets for him and Hyde,”

“But…Jackie’s not going, what're you doing with that extra ticket?” Y/n inquired.

“Yeah…he thought he was going to be able to score with her, but then she met Markus and quite frankly, I think Kelso is afraid of him. So, he’s bringing Fez,” Eric answered.

“I’m not even going to question that,” she said and turned back to her husband. “You be careful and have fun. But not too much fun!”

“Alright, cool, let’s go!” Eric pushed and shoved Hyde out the door.

“What the hell, man?” Hyde asked outside the door.

“We still have to pick up Kelso and Fez and I’d rather not be later because you couldn’t stop being mushy with my sister,” Eric responded and closed the door before Y/n could hear what Hyde had to say.

Y/n looked down to her stomach and held it between her hands. “Well, guys, it looks like it’s just us. What do you guys want to do? We can watch TV, read a book…eat a tub of ice cream?” A kick to the stomach confirmed her question. “Ice cream it is!”

Later that night…

Y/n sat on the couch in the living room watching a rerun of Three’s Company when the doorbell rang. When she answered the door, Jackie and Markus stood there.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Y/n asked them.

“Well, we know you’re by yourself tonight so we figured you’d like some company,” Markus said with a bright smile and held up a Fatso Burger bag. “We also brought food.”

“Well, I wouldn’t put it that nicely, but yeah same,” Jackie said and welcomed herself in.

“Oh, uh, well thanks,” Y/n said and closed the door. “You guys don’t have to be here. My parents are home and if anything happens, they’ll be here.”

“Nonsense. We’re your friends,” Markus said and sat down on the couch. “Besides, we figured you were hungry.”

“Always,” Y/n said and waddled over to the couch. “This was really nice of you. Thank you.”

“Not a problem,” Markus said, smiling and handing her a wrapped burger. “What’re we watching?”

“Three’s Company. It’s the one where Chrissy takes a freelance job as an X-rated writer for a fictional diary,” Y/n responded, watching the screen.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Jackie said, digging into her fries.

After they had finished their meals and the episode ended, another one was starting soon as they all had settled back into the couch.

“No, no, no that’s ridiculous,” Markus argued. “Why would Doc Ock be Spider-Man’s greatest enemy? It’s always been Green Goblin!”

“The Green Goblin is Peter’s most famous enemy, but it makes sense that his greatest enemy is Doc Ock because think about it: Your mentor and friend turning bad? Can you imagine the betrayal?” Y/n countered.

“But Green Goblin was his best friend’s dad! That also has to mean something! Then, once his dad died, his best friend became the Green Goblin!”

“Yeah, that would mean something if Harry hadn’t tried to kill Peter first!”

“To be fair, Harry didn’t know about Spider-Man’s identity until later.”

“And to be fair, this conversation is killing me,” Jackie piped up, bored.

“Yeah, but—” Y/n was cut off by an abrupt sharp pain down in her lower abdomen. Her hands flew to her stomach and held her breath as the pain radiated and quickly subsided. She let out a sigh of relief.

Markus and Jackie sat up straight as Markus’s hands hovered over Y/n. “A-are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n responded, breathlessly. “That was weird. Anyway, as I was saying—OH!”

Another sharp pain reared its ugly head, radiating through her pelvis to her back and down her legs. “Oh, my God!” Her grip on the couch tightened, knuckles turning white. She could feel her abdomen tighten rock-hard as she felt the pain become more intense.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jackie asked.

Y/n couldn’t respond and could only whimper.

“Oh, my God,” Markus said, panicking and jumped from the couch. “Oh, my God! Not now!”

All Y/n could do was shake her head as the pain was starting to subside to the point where she could get some words out. “No, no, it can’t be. It can take a while for the babies to get here. It could just be the beginning stages.”

“The beginning stages of what?” Jackie asked.

Markus looked at her with a panicked and wild look in his eyes. “Are you serious?!”

“What?!” she asked, matching his energy.

“She’s in labor, Jackie!”

“Oh,” Jackie said calmly, but then it hit her. “OH!”

“We need to get you to the hospital,” Markus said, rushing to get her up from the couch.

“That’s not necessary,” Y/n said, another sharp pressure coming on as she stood. “The book said contractions need to be five to ten minutes apart before going to the hospital. Labor can take a while.”

Markus sighed a small breath of relief before looking down and his eyes widening. “And what does the book say about that?”

Y/n looked down on the floor at her feet as she felt some wetness.

Her water had broke.

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koiir · 2 years ago

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You and I, it’s more than like

summary - when meeting once again, the wander takes his chance with you so you don’t slip away like you once did.

Genre - fluff

Pairing - Scaramouche x gn!reader

an -this was requested by @plasmasimagination where scara confess to reader. Reader refers to wander as “kuni” *bc I called him that *also spoilers to the archon quest

Meeting the wander while admiring the sunset certainly wasn’t something you were expecting, along with the feeling you felt when he came. Maybe it was his aura? But it felt as if you had meet him before, like an old friend. Yet you had no memories of him. “Hey, can you…” as you heard the voice, you moved so he could get what he had drop. Once you turned to face him, you looked down with both of making eye contact.

He was shocked to see it was you, the person he wished he could spend more time with before he wandered to sumeru. He remembered how he so called hated you pestering him all the time, yet never left you. It was clear though that you didn’t remember or have any memories of him, which filled him with dread. But he didn’t let it show. “Still as beautiful as ever,” he thought. He knew right then and there that this was chance, his chance to get you back.

“I’m sorry about that… how about I repay you?”

“What? You really don’t have to have you know…”

“It’s fine, my treat.”

Soon enough, you found yourself with the wander as he took you out for some food. Surprisingly, he had started a conversation and the two of you continued chatting until the moon rose. With that, the friendship of you and the wander began.

“Why do you always want to meet up here kuni?” Because it’s where I found you again. He wanted to say that, but you wouldn’t know what that meant. “You’re not the only person who admires the sunset,” he scoffed. It was the same almost every day, meeting in front of the Sanctuary of Surasthana and chatting away with one another. You noticed your feelings for him, and he had already knew about his. Yet he didn’t know what to do, tell you the truth? About his past? How would you react? He wouldn’t know if he didn’t try. “You’re saying that and yet the only thing visible is the moonlight.”

“And? Same thing.” He then looked at you, the moonlight making you seem more beautiful than ever. He never thought he would do this, but he grabbed your hand from the railing and started to talk.

“[name], I… look, I care about you more than a friend would, every single time we meet and depart something feels missing. It feels as if you are missing, from my life. It’s felt that way every since I met you. What I’m trying to say is, I want something between us. I want you to be in my life forever.”

“Are you, confessing to me?” You were stunned to say the least. The look in his eyes had a look of an emotion you couldn’t tell, but you knew you had seen it more than once. Yet one thing didn’t make sense. “But, what do you mean ‘when we first met? I mean, how could you miss me if you had only known me for a day?”

“Ugh, I’ll just show you.”

“Wait what-“

Thats when Kuni had placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. With that, you knew what he meant. Your eyes went wide at the memories you saw, from when he the 6th harbinger, from the first time you met him. He was…

“Kunikushi.”

“Right on the mark, I promise to explain everything later. But… I just need one more.” Once he said those words, kuni pulled you in for another kiss.

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nsfwhiphop · 2 months ago

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Read this: Version #2 - Dialogue Between Gal Gadot, Mila Kunis, and Natalie Portman

Natalie Portman: "Yeah, I agree, Angelo is a hard worker, but he works from home, and he uses the web to communicate with all the royal family members. It's a useful tool. Tumblr is like his telephone number. Gotta give props to him. He's a tech nerd type of Crown Prince, using the web to communicate efficiently."

Gal Gadot: "Yeah, he’s a tech geek, we all know that. But there’s an elephant in the room no one is addressing. It’s like I’m the only one who notices it."

Mila Kunis: "What do you mean? I don’t see any elephant. Where is it?"

Gal Gadot: "Don’t you see what Angelo is doing? The oil will be controlled by him."

Natalie Portman: "Oh yeah, but he’s not alone. He has President Macron and Dominique helping him control that. It’s a team effort, you know?"

Gal Gadot: "Yeah, I know. But still, these three men control all the economic power, and they’re going to stay in power for decades."

Mila Kunis: "I still don’t see the problem. It’s not an ‘elephant in the room’ situation. It’s actually a good thing for our royal family because we have capable men controlling the family’s affairs. That’s good news, isn’t it?"

Gal Gadot: "I don’t see it that way. Macron and Angelo are basically government officials controlling all the economic power. It pisses me off because I don’t have access to that kind of power."

Mila Kunis: "Again, I don’t see the problem. I’m actually glad they’re in control. They’re making sure the royal family is safe and protected. What more do you need? I’m not power-hungry like you. I’m happy with my life."

Gal Gadot (in a Gollum voice): "Yes, but I want power so much. It’s my precious!"

Natalie Portman: "Yeah, I agree with Mila. I don’t see the problem either. I mean, they control the economic power, and they make sure we’re safe. Relax, Gal, everything will be fine."

Gal Gadot: "Ugh, I just can’t relax. My precious!"

Natalie Portman: "You know, come to think of it, I just realized another elephant in the room."

Gal Gadot: "What other elephant?"

Natalie Portman: "Angelo is a man with many state secrets. He’s like the head of the intelligence agency for Somalia, hiding all the royal secrets. It’s no wonder we never see him face-to-face. He’s keeping those secrets locked tight."

Mila Kunis: "I hadn’t thought about that. It’s true. No wonder we only communicate through his blog posts. He avoids face-to-face meetings because he’s probably hiding too many state secrets."

Gal Gadot: "Now that you mention it, that’s probably the biggest elephant in the room. Angelo is definitely the highest-ranking intelligence officer in our royal family. No wonder he stays mute; he’s trained to keep his mouth shut."

Natalie Portman: "I remember reading in one of his blog posts that he’s been ‘word-boxing’ for 15 years, typing 500,000 words a month. The guy has typed 150 million words in total! He’s like a beast with a typewriter."

Gal Gadot: "Yeah, I remember that post. Angelo is funny, too. His humor reminds me of the ‘Deadpool’ writers, witty and sharp, like Ryan Reynolds."

Natalie Portman: "Who knows? Maybe he’s secretly working with the ‘Deadpool’ screenwriters. Anything’s possible with him!"

Mila Kunis: "So, he refuses to speak?"

Natalie Portman: "Yep, Angelo never speaks. He’s like Raj from ‘The Big Bang Theory.’ His blog is his voice, and staying quiet is a security measure."

Mila Kunis: "Raj from ‘The Big Bang Theory?’ You mean Raj who can’t talk to women unless he’s drunk? I loved that show."

Gal Gadot: "Wait, so how do we access Angelo? How do we know the state secrets? We’re part of the royal family, we should know, right?"

Natalie Portman: "I’m curious, too."

Mila Kunis: "I don’t think he’ll give us access to that kind of confidential information. It would be too risky for the monarchy’s security."

Gal Gadot: "Why would it be risky?"

Mila Kunis: "Because Angelo is the gatekeeper. He’s protecting the royal family’s secrets. If someone overhears those secrets, it could put the entire monarchy in jeopardy. We have too many enemies who would love to see us fall."

Gal Gadot: "Oh, so it’s like us against the world now?"

Natalie Portman: "Exactly. That’s why staying quiet is crucial. It’s like ‘A Quiet Place’—we have to stay silent to avoid attracting enemies who want to destroy us."

Gal Gadot: "I get it now. I’ll start practicing how to control my tongue, like you said. It’s about protecting the royal family."

Natalie Portman: "I’m going to practice being mute too. It’s a skill we all need to master."

Gal Gadot: "Agreed. Time to embrace the silence."

The End

P.S.:

Synopsis of the Dialogue Between Gal Gadot, Mila Kunis, and Natalie Portman:

The dialogue between Gal Gadot, Mila Kunis, and Natalie Portman revolves around the mysterious and media-averse "Crown Prince Angelo," who refuses to be seen or heard in public. Despite his royal duties, Angelo delegates all responsibilities to trusted individuals like Dominique de Villepin, Nadia Fettah, and Jean-Baptiste Casta, choosing instead to communicate solely through insightful blog posts. The discussion starts lighthearted, with Natalie and Mila admiring Angelo's tech-savvy methods, while Gal expresses concern about the immense economic power held by Angelo and his close allies, including French President Emmanuel Macron.

As the conversation deepens, Natalie and Mila remind Gal that Angelo's secretive ways are essential for protecting the Somali monarchy's state secrets. They liken his role to that of an intelligence officer, guarding the monarchy from potential threats. Mila emphasizes the importance of keeping royal secrets hidden from rival factions, framing Angelo as the gatekeeper who ensures the safety and continuity of their power. Eventually, all three women agree that in their world, secrecy and silence are crucial to survival, comparing their situation to the film "A Quiet Place," where staying silent is key to avoiding danger.

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sashi-ya · 4 years ago

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{+18} - Law x Fem Best Friend ♥ CH. 5 – FINAL PART

♥ Daily living with the Heart pirates crew AU. ♥ Spoilers after Dressrosa Arc. Law´s backstory. Wano kuni arc. ♥ Female reader. Little physical description. Everybody is 18+, canon ages. ♥ TW: NSFW, violence. Drama (a lot of it), some broken bones. And fluff, a lot of it. No further warnings. If you think I should include some feel free to tell me ♥A/N: thank you so so much for reading until the end of this story. I enjoyed writing these chapters so much! I hope you enjoyed it as much as me. I’ll be pleased to accept any request or commentaries on this or other fics.

Word count: 5.0K

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Chapter 5

Next thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing Law’s face. He was carrying me in his arms, my hearing went from a loud buzzing to his voice. “Y/n-ya, answer me, come back, are you with me??”, my best friend kept asking me while running. I gave him a smile, and the only thing I could say to him was, “I’m sorry”, until I passed out again.

The night sky was deep blue, full of stars and a big moon that enlightened the whole room. I recovered my senses a few hours after, since Law has saved my life, once again. He was next to me, brushing his hand over my forehead, looking straight at the door with his katana on the other hand. I was lying on my bed. Around me, a whole disaster, everything I owned was scattered over the floor.

Once again, the first words that came out from my mouth were “I’m sorry”. I have put my whole crew, Law, and even my life in danger just because of my stupid pride… My personal doctor smiled at me and told me to shut up. He began to cry, openly, looking directly to my face. He was not hiding under his hat, not even over my chest. He was showing me how hurt he was, and this was for sure the very first time I’ve seen him cry like this. “I am the one who should be sorry. I left you alone, I abandoned you. Everything because I was scared, because I didn't want to accept how much I love you, I was afraid of changing, of putting you in danger. Look how you’ve ended because of me, they were searching for me…” he said, hitting his chest with his hand in a fist. He continued, “That’s the reason I wouldn’t really admit that the love I felt was more than just caring for a friend… I’m sorry Y/n-ya. I’m sorry… everything I said, it was a lie… I’ve loved you since...forever. You were always my star, the only person I could look at, when I was in the dark, you shine so bright, you light up my soul…”. I tried to get up from bed, but a throbbing pain on my ribs stopped me from it. “ugh… Law…”, he told me to remain still on bed, and informed me that 5 of my left ribs were broken. I wanted to say so many things, to tell him it was alright, that I wanted to go back to the polar and resume our journey as if nothing happened, but… it wasn’t that easy, I was hurt too. I remained silent, looking through the window, searching for the best words to say, to express everything I had inside my chest.

I finally decided to speak. Law was still crying, but he wouldn’t guard down, he was protecting me. I said, “Oi, dumbass… how did you find me?”, “I followed your vivre card, of course” he answered sobbing. “Yeah, but… how did you get here so fast? where were you?”, I asked. I guess his cheeks turned to red, he seemed as if he was blushing, and after stuttering a little, he confessed, “I.. we.. I stayed in the submarine on the other side of the island, I was scared. Everybody agreed on waiting for you…”.

He was always here?... of course, he was, his vivre card would always point to the same place. And... that time I went exploring the whole island, I thought I saw the guys in the distance, on the shore… I... thought it was just my imagination… I began to cry and laugh at the same time, covering my eyes with my hands. “I love you, dumbass. I love you more than anything, you were always here, you didn’t abandon me”. Suddenly I was so happy, I knew he wouldn’t leave me, I knew he would always protect me... I knew it. I was full of joy...

Law laid next to me in bed, softly because he knew how hurt I was, hugged me and kissed my forehead. He had the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. He looked so relieved. The warmth I felt on my chest when I had his vivre card over, I was now feeling it all over my body.

We stayed like this for a few minutes until Law said, “You need to rest, and I need to be alert in case some more bastards come”. I calmed him, “they won’t come here, they think we are on the submarine, leaving this city… Do you remember your vivre card?”. He looked at me, worried. I continued, “I’m sure you think that yonkou’s subordinates have found and stolen your vivre card from here, right?”. He nodded and said, impatient, "yes, when I was beating the shit out of them, I heard that they have finally found it, how come they don't have it?". “If I have learned something from you throughout all of this years is to plan things out… Yesterday morning, before leaving home I got the feeling that I should carry your vivre card with me…” I slowly pulled the little paper from my bra and showed it to him. He widened his eyes and was about to say something, but I resumed speaking like a smart detective, “Yet, a few days ago I thought of how dangerous it was that someone could find your vivre card, my dear ex Shichibukai…so, I made a fake one, I used some fish scales that I took from a fish of the river to make it, write your name on it, and leave it on that little box you now see empty over the dresser. So, I think they might be following that fish...”. Law’s face was priceless, at first, he was dumbfounded, but a few seconds later we both burst into laughing.

Despite how painful it was to laugh with a few broken ribs I couldn’t help it. It was too funny, and it was the first time I laughed since a long long time. I missed those days when we were younger, had no place to stay and even if the cold was getting into the bones, a few stupid phrases of Bepo or Penguin made us laugh uncontrollably. It was, after all, our "Laugh Tale".

“Oi, you should eat something, are you hungry?”, asked my doctor, to which I replied with a sexy smile “I am hungry for you, doc”. “I’d love to fuck you right here, right now, as hard as I want, but It wouldn’t be ethic, you’ll be in pain…” he said straightforwardly to my face. I gasped; I love how Law gets when he is horny… “Now, tell me where the food is, I’m going to cook something”, he said and I pointed to a few groceries that were still on the counter.

Law gathered a few of the things that were scattered all over the floor and promised me to clean everything up tomorrow. He was acting like a husband, how cute.

I contemplated how he focused on cooking frowning. The last time I saw him cooking was when we were little, sometimes he woke me up with breakfast, sometimes he would broil some potatoes, but somehow every time he did, his eyes got sad. So, before Penguin, Shachi and Bepo arrived I normally cooked for him.

“Here, let me help you sit on the bed”, he said, bringing two plates of some risotto he made for us. He left the plates over the floor, hugged me, put a pillow behind my back and sat me on the bed.

“Mmmh, where did you learn to cook risotto, Law? This meal is delicious!”, I said, delighted with the taste of the food. He looked at me with one of his cheeks poofed with food and smiled with his eyes. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that smile, I’m so in love with him, damn it…

The foliage of the trees that surrounded my little room began to move every time the autumn breeze blew through them. Everything was so calm. I felt as if no more danger was around me, as if nothing that could happen from now on, could be worse than being apart from Law.

We chatted for a little bit while eating, we were happy, no worries, Law never stopped smiling and neither did I. He helped me to lay down on bed again, and he did the same next to me. “I love you”, Law whispered to me while grabbing my face with his hands, softly caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. Our noses touching, both smiling. “I love you too…”.

Morning came and a sweet smell of honey woke me up. Law was softly kissing my forehead with a cup of tea on his hands. “Good morning darling, I made you a green tea with honey”. I covered my mouth trying not to laugh, but it was impossible. I broke out laughing. Don’t get me wrong, I thought that what he did was the most cute thing ever… but… can you imagine Trafalgar D. Water Law being all cute and romantic? “This is the first time you call me “darling”, I’m sorry”, I said and kept giggling. His face changed to a poutier one so I stopped laughing, “I’m sorry Law… I mean… babe?.” I said and took a sip of the tea.

He gave me a little smirk, and directed his sight to the floor while saying, “I’m ok with any name you call me, I like “babe”, It makes me happy”. This was the first time I saw him in love, and it was… with me.

After breakfast, he washed the dishes and called Bepo. “Aya aya, Captain!! how are you? is Y/n with you? is she ok?!”, screamed the polar bear on the other side of the line. “Oi Bepo, yes, she is with me, she is ok. Are you ok? did you notice something suspicious or any movements last night?”. Ah… Law, always talking like he is some sort of a secret agent of the marines…. “Captain, Penguin speaking. We saw two ships leave the coast at night, they got the Beast pirates flag. They didn’t see us; we were hiding as you told”. “Perfect, Y/n-ya has five broken ribs, I put them in place, but she will have to rest on the mainland for a few days, the pressure of the submarine could make the pain worse if she goes immediately underwater. Please, keep informing me at any suspicious movement. And don’t worry, they aren’t following my vivre card”, Law informed my nakamas and hung up the den den mushi.

“Y/n-ya... darling… I should change your bandages and treat your wounds, are you up for it?”, he asked like the good doctor he is. “Yes, honey, let’s do it. I’m sure you already know, but there are some supplies in the bathroom, but If they aren’t enough, you could go and ask Dr. Saturn, I’ve been working with him as his medical assistant”, I told him. He looked at me, and suddenly his eyes turned to fire. Law rarely loses his taciturn countenance, but that time his face transformed into pure hate. “What is it?”, I asked him without any clue of what was happening. “That bastard, that “doctor”, he sold you to the pirates”, he almost shouted. Profoundly shocked, I mumbled “What? how… how did you know?”. “I investigated while we were apart, I didn’t mean to follow you or else, but… I was worried, I wanted to protect you… even though I let these things happen to you”, he said now with a guilty tone, while unfolding the bandages. “It’s ok, it’s now over, from now on we will be together to protect us” ... I told him with a side smile that soon turned into a little wince.

Soon I was left with no bandages on my body, my torso naked, covered in bruises and scuffs. Law softly brushed some cotton embedded on alcohol over the scuffs, he was so delicate that It felt almost as a tickle sensation. His hands always worked as stethoscopes because of the Ope Ope no mi, so he then placed a hand over my heart and checked my heartbeat. The cold breeze and the soft touch of his hands over my nipples made them turn hard, and a little gasp slipped out of my mouth. The touch of skin over mine lit a fire inside of me.

Law looked at me top to bottom, finally worshipping with his intense grey eyes, my boobs. Licking his upper lip, he slowly approached his mouth over one of my erect nipples. He licked it from bottom up, fixing his eyes on mine, smirking sexy. My body squirmed as the sensation of his wet tongue struck me with a wave of pleasure. Even if It hurt, even if I had a few broken ribs, that little action made me wish he fucked me hard, I needed to, I had a real lust for him.

He kept on using his mouth, he would lick, softly bite, suck both of my tits, gently enough to avoid my ribs hurt.

“Oi, let me put you some bandages, if not… we can’t continue…”, he said. And I, that I was lost in the arousal that Law was producing on me, agreed. He started folding my torso with the elastic bandages, the pressure over my skin that sometimes hurt, also contributed to the heat of the moment. “Imagine if instead of bandages, I used some ropes…” he softly whispers next to my ear from behind.

I turned my face to the side and reached for his mouth. We kissed passionately, lustfully, erotically.

The bandages were so tightly snuggled that I couldn’t feel any pain. Law managed to tight them perfectly so they could be holding my ribs but letting my breasts free of them.

My lover delicately laid me down on the bed, took off his shirt and settled over me. Law ran his hand over my face, caressing my skin, while maintaining his weight with the other arm at the side of my head. I kissed his palm with the side of my mouth. This moment felt magical for us, our eyes interlocked with pure love for each other, it was more than just pleasure. He was making love to me, and I did too.

His fingers travelled from my face to my sex, getting moistened with how wet I was. His tattooed index finger lingered over my clit tracing circles around and over it. A few moments later he put the finger on my mouth requesting me with a “taste your flavour” to lick his finger. I sucked it so lewdly, that made him groan loudly.

He knelt in front of me and used his middle and ring finger with a “come hither” motion inside of me, spotting the G point, making me arch my back and moan loudly. And as if that pleasure wasn’t enough, he also used his tongue over my pleasure button. I cummed so hard, squirting his whole hand.

Far from being exhausted I invited Law to release the bulge trapped into his trousers and to come near my mouth. “I want you to jack off and fuck my mouth, babe” I asked him with an inviting obscene tone. The surgeon gasped and as fast as he could took his pants off. I opened my mouth with my head over the pillow sticking my tongue out, awaiting to taste his sweet member.

First, I licked it, then I grabbed it with my hands and placed it inside of my mouth. Law was so heated that couldn’t resist himself and hold my jaw in order to fuck my mouth, first cautiously, but then violently as he left himself go with the desire and the pleasure he was experiencing. I fixed my teary eyes on his, choking with the length and width of his hard rock pennis. He didn’t finish, but instead, went straight to fuck me.

Again, he was settled over me, delicately penetrating me, with soft thrusts at first but increasing the pace with every pounding. He strongly held my wrists over my head while fucking me.

Letting me go he approached his body to mine, letting the side of his abs slightly rest over my stomach in order not to put so much pressure over my ribs. He charged all of his weight over the right side of his body and his elbow on the bed and kept on fucking me. The penetration was slowly just for the both of us to feel every movement in detail. Law stroked my hair as I whined more and more with pleasure. We both came almost together, with our mouths pressed moaning “I love you”.

Three days after, I felt better enough to take a walk, so after the guys confirmed that the city was free of dangerous enemies, we left the house for the first time. The fall had fully arrived at the island, warmth colours, chilly breeze that softly made some far away sunflower fields dance, the floor covered in dry red and brown tinted leaves, a few pumpkins that the citizen had on their porches, some shop owners already putting up Halloween decorations and a few kids playing on the street were part of the scenery of our walk. Law didn’t speak much as always, and I was enjoying how his tanned skin got bathed by the orangey tones of the afternoon sun.

Eventually, we arrived at the city centre, where the local producers market was taking place. I told Law that I wanted to buy some flowers from Mrs. Ann stand at the fair as I always did. He smiled at me, showing he agreed, and I started almost running. I recognized that I could be a little childish and impulsive sometimes, especially for someone like Law. “Oi! don’t run babe!!” he warned me and grabbed my hand in order to stop me. I looked back at him; my hair got blown by the wind as well as my skirt. I gave him a wide grin, slid my arm so that he could now hold my hand and pulled him towards me. The very first seconds he looked so mad at me, but then he let himself go and followed my pace with a big smile. We were almost running, holding hands, making the crows and larks fly off the streets scared of us.

“Hello Mrs. Ann, I’m here to buy you some pretty flowers, what bouquets do you suggest?” I asked the florist. “Hello, my dear! you seemed so happy today! who is this handsome young man that joins you today?!”, she said curious. My smile quickly faded, and I realized that we still haven’t talked about what we actually are, so, “Uhm… he is…”, “His boyfriend, I’m his boyfriend”, Law ended my sentence with a straight face. I blushed and giggled, I felt as if a hundred butterflies were flying inside of my stomach. Mrs Ann smiled at us, with genuine happiness, and said “So, this time we should let him pick the flowers for you, right young man?”. Law pointed to the sunflower’s bouquet and timidly said “Those, her favourite flowers are sunflowers, so I guess I’ll take those”. “Good choice boy, you know why sunflowers are so special? They usually face the sun, but whenever it is cloudy, they face each other so they get enough energy… Same goes with couples, whenever there are clouds in the sky, they should count on each other, until the sun comes back again, and both can enjoy it together”. Law smiled at her and then at me, I know for sure that we both count with each other, I know we do. We bought some more groceries and ended up having a picnic on the fields. This life was somehow better than I thought, but soon our couple time should be over. Our journey must continue, our missions should be complete, and we were young, we would have plenty of time once we achieve our goals to grow old together.

Two days after we returned to the submarine, and despite spending the last two days thinking of a better way to communicate with our crew that we… were dating, we couldn’t find the perfect way. Law was mortified, he hates to show emotions, and whenever our crew knows the big news, the amount of energy it's going to be too much to handle.

We could sight the Polar Tang that was moored on the coast, everybody was on the deck waving at us, shouting our names. Law was slowly hiding under the coat collar with every scream, and I was waving at them. I have missed them so much. “Guuuuuys!! guuuuuys!!! oii!!” I screamed, Law grabbed my hand and said, “be careful, you are not fully recovered yet”. “I’m sorry doc, I’ll behave… I promise. That means also no more sex until I get fully healthy, right?” He looked at me with a “how dare you?” expression but I kept talking, “fufufu… don’t worry I was joking, I couldn’t say no to getting railed by you, babe…”. I winked at him and he smirked saying “You are a lost cause…”.

The whole crew hugged me, expressing to me how much they have missed me, that I shouldn’t ever leave again and asked me why the hell I had left the submarine in the first place. I told them that tonight we should have a party and that Law, and I would explain everything in detail. My nakamas agreed on such a good plan and began to prepare everything to set sail.

I saw Law carrying my stuff inside, so I followed him. He entered his room with my baggage, and I stopped at the door… “Law, why are you putting my stuff in your room?” I asked, a little confused. “We are going to sleep together from now on, this should be your room too, right?” I widened my eyes, what have I done to the cold emo boy I once knew? I was pleased but surprised for sure. “Well, I’m fluttered, are you willing to hear me snore every night from now on?”, I asked, mocking him. “I’m ok with hearing you snore, if that is the price I have to pay for fucking you every night and cuddling with you”, he said, with a calm attitude. We both laughed and he helped me to unpack everything. While putting everything in place I saw an old polaroid we took back at Dressrosa after the big fight over his nightstand, and over it there was the necklace I had returned to him last time I was in the submarine. “Oi, babe, can you put me the necklace back, please” I said, holding it in my hands and showing it to him. Law smiled, approached me, and while he passed the chain on my neck, he said “Next jewel I’d like to put on you will be a ring…”. I giggled a little and kissed his cheek.

The night came and we were already in the middle of the sea, the sky was garnished with little stars that lit up our party, and the guys were drinking, dancing, and shouting. I decided that I’ll never leave them again, whatever comes to us, whatever happens between Law and I, this was my family, and I would be always with them no matter what.

I went inside looking for a blanket because the night breeze at the open sea could be quite cold. We usually keep some blankets in a little room next to the kitchen for easy access in case we emerge, and someone has to guard on the outside. Suddenly someone hugged me from behind. I instantly recognized my beloved sweet scent. He placed his chin over my shoulders, and his hands wrapped around my low stomach. We remained like this for a few moments, enjoying our company, dancing to the music that came from outside. We began to kiss gently, and Law closed the little door. We laughed while our lips were still pressed and then with our foreheads also. The joy and intimacy I experienced was so cute, as if we were just married… "stop, let me help us with something, SILENTO" I said, and snapped my fingers, creating a safe space where nobody in the submarine could listen to us with the power of my Nagi Nagi no mi. "Nobody can hear us now, we can be as naughty as we want'' I told him with a lascivious expression while grabbing him by his chin. That probably fanned the flames even more, so he pushed me against the wall and while kissing me, he started unbuttoning my trousers, and then almost ripping my panties off too. He put 2 fingers on my mouth for me to suck on them just to made them wet with my saliva. He shoved them into my pussy and moved them as he only knew how to. While he was fingering me, with the hand that until then was on my breast, he took off his pants revealing a huge erection that was about to be inside of me.

He grabbed one of my thighs, holding it up, just to spread my legs even more so he could fuck me even deeper, right there, standing, with my back pressed against some sort of metallic wall. I wasn't able to think anything besides how I wanted him to fulfill me with his hard cock. He fucked me so hard, I almost lost full control of my limbs, thank God he was holding me as If I weighed anything less than a feather. Damn, how strong he is. We let ourselves go, and after lustfully enjoying our fleshly lusts, we decided it was time to come back to the party. We were unaware that we climbed the leather to the deck holding hands and smiling at each other, so all of a sudden, the music stopped, as well as the murmur of the crew. Shachi shouted, “I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! of course everything that happened was because of this!” I closed my eyes, waiting for Law to shout and order them to shut the fuck up, but instead he said, “Of course it was because of this, it doesn’t take too much to come up to the conclusion… you idiot”. I started laughing, followed by my nakamas. The whole night came by with us celebrating my return to the submarine and the new couple...

A few adventures and two years after. End of the Grand Line, Laugh Tale Island…

I could still hear Mugiwara and Law laughing, we have achieved the last island, and you won't believe what the “One Piece” was, but that is just a whole different story that maybe I’ll tell you about it other time.

I was over the deck of the Polar Tang, admiring the beauty of the island that left the horizon back at us… I was thinking how many things we have been through to finally get here. Life hasn’t been easy to none of us, but surely, we made it happier, together. I wonder what our future has prepared us from now on.

A strong wind blew my hair, and I could sense as if someone was behind me. I thought it was Law, but when I turned around, I saw a blond man, wearing a blue feather coat, a heart patterned shirt and a hat that I could recognize real fast. His image wasn’t clear, but I could see him though. “Hello, Mrs. Trafalgar, please don’t freak out. I’m sure you know who I am… I came here to thank you. Thank you for taking care of my little boy, how big he got…”. I knew he was “Cora-san”, I wasn’t scared, I knew he was the kindest person in the world. “Thank you, Mr. Rosinante, you saved Law’s life, I’ll always be grateful for what you’ve done for him. He is who he is for you”. The guy with a blue mark under his right eye, and some lipstick that made his smile even bigger, nodded and said, “by the way, congrats, Rosinante could be a great name, plus it goes well with the D…”. Next, I heard Law calling me “Y/N-ya, what are you doing here all by yourself?”, I turned around and he was coming my way, with a confused expression. I looked back at where Rosinante was, but he had already disappeared.

Law hugged me, he was happy and placed his head on my chest. “Did I tell you how much I love to hear your heart beating?”, he asked me still with his head over my chest. “You did, darling, it won’t ever stop beating for you”. Law smiled but suddenly his face turned to a more serious one. He stopped hugging me, and asked with a worried face, “Babe, how many hearts do you have?”, “You are a cardiac surgeon, I’m sure you know how many hearts I have, Law”, I said laughing. “Yeah, because I know that people normally have one, it’s not normal that I hear two hearts beating inside of… wait…” He stopped talking, looked at me and concluded everything in no time. “Babe… are you?... Am I going to be... a father?”, he said with tears on his eyes. “Congratulations, daddy”, I said, and Law hugged me so tight, holding me up in the air crying with pure joy in his heart. We remained hugged until a little bird flew past over us and a blue feather felt over us…

The End ♥

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The First Step - Chapter IV

Omg hi! I am so sorry this took so long to get out. It took me a lot longer than expected to write but anyways, it’s here now!

This chapter is a lot longer than the others I’ve written in this mini series. I had a lot that I wanted to include and didn’t realize how much it was until I re-read this so I hope you like this huge chapter of pure fluff. :)

Finally, this is the last chapter of this story. I had so much fun writing it and it makes me very happy to see that you guys enjoyed it as much as you did. (I may write a mini Sequel with one or two parts. Maybe write the wedding I don’t know yet.) but moving on, as I’ve said before, thank you for all the love, and enjoy. <3

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Characters and universe belong to, @lumosinlove

CW: mentions of food.

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The team had finished practice and were now skating off the ice, tired, sweaty and ready to cool down in the gym and head to the showers. Well, maybe just the Cubs planned on doing that. The rest of the team however, unbeknownst to them, had other things in mind.

Walking into the locker room Finn, Logan and Leo were all grabbed by the shoulders and sat down in whoever’s stall was closest.

“Alright boys, sit the fuck down and tells us how this happened. Details. Go.” James prodded.

“You just sat us down” Logan deadpanned, smirk playing at his lips.

Finn huffed, though he was smiling—still. “Can we at least get out of our gear first? Get a shower-“

“No!” The entire team shouted back.

Finn put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay we’ll tell you.” He then looked to Logan. “Lo?”

Logan stood up and walked over to join Leo; who had been sat down at the other side of the room— in, from what Logan could see, looked like kuny’s stall— sitting down next to him and intertwining their fingers. Finn wasn’t long joining the two and then Logan took a deep breath, “It wasn’t anything special-“

He was cut off by Leo smacking his arm. Logan rolled his eyes playfully and continued, “Fine. It wasn’t anything big and fancy.”

One week earlier

The sun was streaming trough the blinds of their bedroom window when Logan woke up, sandwiched between his boys. Opening his eyes, squinting slightly from both sleep and the brightness of the room, he looked at Leo and Finn. In the morning sun he could see every little detail of them— every little detail that he loved. Hundreds of freckles adorned Finn’s face, fanning over his cheekbones and nose going all the way down to his shoulders; resembling the thousands of stars in the sky. Careful not to wake him Logan turned over to get a better look at Leo, who had his arm loosely around his waist. He noticed that, in the sun, the younger boy’s hair looked more like the sun than the sun itself. The blonde and white strands glistening and glowing in the light. Logan had to hold himself back from running his fingers through it. He loved these boys so so much and today was the day they would learn just how much.

Today was the day.

Logan peeked over Leo’s shoulder to look at the clock on the nightstand, it read ‘6:15 am’. That was good. Leo and Finn wouldn’t be up for at least another three hours, four if he was lucky— it was Saturday after all and they had nothing they needed to do today. Logan had gotten unbelievably lucky by coach giving them the day off.— he had time.

Sighing to himself he removed Leo’s arm, carefully climbed over Finn and got out off bed. He padded around the house for a little, toothbrush in one hand phone in the other, sending texts and making preparations for the day. After he was finally dressed and ready to go he gave his boys one last kiss on the cheek and he was gone.

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“Thank you, Celeste, for doing this on such short notice,” Logan said as he sat down at the Dumais’ kitchen island.

“De rien, Logan. You know I don’t mind. But are you going to tell me why I had to cook all this food last night?”

“Well... I can... but you can’t tell anyone, not even Dumo.”

Celeste furrowed her eyebrows but motioned for him to continue.

“...I’m proposing today.” Logan said, his voice barely above a whisper. The rest of the Dumais’ were still asleep but he couldn’t risk anything.

Though his efforts were probably in vain because Celeste let out a very loud gasp at that, quickly covering her mouth and looking towards the stairs, listening for any sign someone had woken up. After the house stayed quiet she looked back at Logan.

“Logan... that’s amazing.” Celeste walked over to Logan and placed a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m so happy to hear that.”

Hearing those words come out of his mouth, Logan couldn’t describe how it made him feel. But he decided on happy for the time being. He was proposing today. “Moi aussi....”

Celeste stepped back and Logan met her eyes, “My lips are sealed.” She said, he just smiled at her.

“Now. You should get going, I don’t know when those boys of yours will be up but I know mine will be soon, so” Celeste pushed the dishes of food towards Logan and poked him in the arm. “Go. Get.”

Logan chuckled. “d'accord, d'accord I’m going.”

—

On second thought maybe Logan had gotten up to early.

He’d wanted to make sure he had enough time to do everything it was he needed get done. And he had gotten everything done, which was good. But it was still only 8:30 am, and Logan was just standing in his kitchen unsure of what to do next. He could wake them up... but he didn’t wanna do that, it was their day off. But at the same time, being here alone and just waiting for them to wake up was driving him crazy.

So Logan decided he wouldn’t wait alone. Taking one last look at the array of food before him, he set off for the bedroom.

Finn and Leo were exactly where they were when Logan left a few hours before, except now Finn was rolled over onto his back and had his arm thrown over his face, Leo laying a bit closer to him than before.

He smiled at how cute they looked and tiptoed over to the bed, dropping himself down beside Leo and waited. Letting his mind run wild with what was about to happen.

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Leo woke up about an hour later, after rubbing his eyes and stretching he felt a hand on his back and a kiss to his shoulder. Leo smiled softly and turned over. “Hmm, morning.” He said, nuzzling into Logan’s chest.

“Bon matin, mon amour.” Logan greeted him, just as Finn started to stir. He groaned and his eyes meet Logan’s as they opened.

“I’m the sleepyhead s’morning I see.” He said, upon seeing his boyfriends next to him already awake.

Logan huffed out a laugh. “Morning to you too, Harz.”

Finn just smiled and got up on an elbow, leaning over Leo he gave Logan a quick kiss on the lips. “Morning.” He said, pulling away.

He then moved from Logan to Leo, bending down and kissing his jaw, the only part of the boy’s face that was exposed. “Morning Peanut.”

“Hmm.” Was the only response he got.

Finn laughed into Leo’s neck. “You awake yet?”

“Mm’no” Leo replied, word muffled my Logan’s chest.

“Well you can go back to sleep for a little bit, okay?”

“M’kay” Leo mumbled, Finn did not have to tell him twice.

They stayed quiet for another few minutes, enjoying each other’s company before Finn asked, “So what’s on the schedule for today?”

“Nothing.” Leo, who had finally decided to wake up said, rolling onto his back. “I’m staying here. All day.”

“Well as much as I’d love to do that mon chéri, I have something planned.” Logan chimed in.

“And what would that be?” Finn challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll see.” Logan smirked. “C’mon.” He said, standing up and grabbing one of their hands each.

“Ugh fine.” Leo groaned though he was now curious as to what Logan had in store for them.

“So moody in the morning, Peanut.” Finn said teasingly.

“Oh hush you.” Leo playfully smacked his arm.

That only made Finn smile.

“C’mon,” Logan singsonged, pulling them forward. “you’re so slow.”

Despite all his previous nerves about this day, now that it was here Logan was surprised to find out that those feelings had miraculously disappeared and he felt completely fine. The only emotion flowing through him being pure euphoria. He was everything but nervous and he thanked whatever was responsible for that.

Finn and Leo were finally up and smiling brightly, Logan immediately stared dragging them out of the bedroom, walking backwards so he could catch their reactions.

They had just reached the living room when Leo and Finn froze. From here they could see the arrangement of food that sat in the kitchen. There were trays of cinnamon rolls, fruits and berries and well, anything you could thing of. Logan might have gone overboard, but he really didn’t care at the moment.

“Oh.” Leo broke the silence, staring over Logan’s shoulder.

“What’s the occasion?” Finn asked.

“No occasion.” Logan replied. “I just love you.”

Logan dropped their hands and walked the rest of the way to the kitchen. “Hello? Are you just going to stand there all day or do you want some breakfast?”

The two other boys were moving again and in no time had two plates of food in front of them.

“So, Lo” Leo started, after three had been eating in silence for a while. “Where did all this food come from? Because you certainly didn’t cook it.”

Logan let out a mock gasp at that. “How dare you underestimate my cooking skills!”

“What!? Am I lying?”

“No.” Finn said around a mouthful of eggs.

Logan flicked a blueberry at him.

“Hey!”

Next to them, Leo laughed, “Alright, alright don’t waste the food.”

Finn jerked his head at Leo, “The chef in that one is coming out.” He said to Logan, who laughed.

Finn got another blueberry flicked at him, this time by Leo.

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Logan had to get the rings.

After the three had eaten breakfast they had all made their way to the couch and were now tangled around each other, relaxing and watching a movie. It was the perfect moment. But of course, Logan didn’t have the rings on him. They were at the end of the hallway, stashed in the back of a closet. The only place Logan could think of where they wouldn’t be found accidentally. He had to get them.

“Finn?” Logan tried to get Finns attention.

Finn hummed showing he was listening, though his eyes were fixed on the tv.

“Can you let me up for a second?” Logan asked. Like always, he was squished between the two of them.

“Mhmm.” Finn replied and stood up to let Logan go.

“Wait!” Leo said Suddenly, arms outstretched. “where are you going? Come back.”

“I’ll be back Knutty, don’t worry.” Logan laughed, walking away. “I’m just getting blankets.”

And in no time Logan was back, with a blanket in one hand and two rings in his back pocket.

“You’re the best.” Finn said as Logan handed him the blanket.

Leo sat up, taking the blanket from Finn and putting his feet in his lap. He motioned for Logan to sit next to him and then put the blanket over them.

“Je t’aime.” Logan whispered pecking Leo on the lips, he reached out and grabbed Finn’s hand. “You too, Fish.”

‘Here goes nothing’ Logan thought. He picked up the remote and turned the tv off.

“Lo, what are you doing?” Confusion laced Finn’s voice

“Do you know how much I love you?Both of you?” Logan was now gripping both of their hands like his life depended on it. The next thing that came out of his mouth even surprised him, “épouse-moi?”

Leo froze.

“W- what?” Finn asked, heart rate picking up.

Logan reached into his back pocket; when his hand reappeared he was holding three identical sliver bands in his palm. “Marry me?” He said again, firmer this time.

When no one said anything Logan continued, “I could get started on all that, ‘oh we’re to young and I don’t know if we’re ready’ shit, but I won’t. If you’re ready I’m ready. And if you’re not, then I’ll be here when you are; Because I love you both so much and I’d wait eternity for you. So... marry me?”

Logan looked back and forth between the two. Leo was first to break the silence, “Yes.” He breathed and Logan finally let his smile show.

He turned to Finn who was still staring at the rings in his hand. “Fish?”

Finn finally tore his eyes away from the rings and when he looked up Logan noticed a tear making it’s way down his face. Logan smiled softly at him.

“Yes. Oh my god, yes!” He beamed and tackled Logan in a hug, only breaking away to pull Leo in as well.

They fell into the couch again, in a puddle of happy tears, kisses and whispered I love you’s. Fully ready to start the next chapter of their lives, being with each other every step of the way.

As Logan placed the rings on their fingers the last thing Finn said before he was tacked by two boys and a bunch of pillows was, “Fuck, I love my life.”

Present day

Logan finished his story and looked around at his teammates, Dumo spoke up first. “Wait. Celeste knew and I didn’t!? Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Because I wanted it to be a surp- hmff” Logan was hit Square in the stomach by a hockey glove— thrown by Dumo of course.

“Rude.” Logan mumbled.

Leo looked to his left, hoping to find Finn. Instead, something else caught his eye and he burst out laughing, “Potts are you crying?” He asked.

“No!”

#lumosinlove #leo knut #o'knutzy #coast to coast lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #wolfstar

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loveinlilies · 3 years ago

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LAPINNNN!!! Before I go bananas about the stardust OC concept, I just wanna say that I'm hoping Ida doesn't give you any trouble!!! Tornadoes please don't interact with Lapin (or anyone else for that matter) LOL because you're not welcome, tornadoes! 😂 So terrifying goodness! But I'm thinking of you as always lovely and sending my best, for what it can be worth. 🌟🍀

About the concept though: I'm SO GLAD someone else agrees with me about stardust oc's!!! 💖 Like you said, the idea of their form glistening in the sunlight or moonlight as specks of stardust glitter...UGH!!! It's peak character concepts to me! 😭💖 And like I also imagine the character, in the sunlight, being kinda translucent and could be hard to see at times??? Yet when the sun hits them then you can see them as they sparkle and glisten so amazingly, if that makes sense?! I dunno but golly I love the concept so much. 😭💖 I really wanna work on it more but my brain is still wrangling with a story (I got a basis down but unless it's gonna be a short story I need more!!!)

ANYWAY, my ramblings aside, you!!! Love love love your thoughts so much, and I'm glad to have an ally in thinking characters made of stardust are gorgeous! 💖 (Although you mentioning crystallization now makes me wanna write a character that's crystalized too because OMG how awesome and beautiful is that too?! So many ideas now. 😳)

(But I will spare you from them for the moment because this ask is already long anyway lol 😂)

MOOON no worries at all I absolutely adore when you hop in my inbox and fill it with such excited posts!!

So far she's been kind, so I'm hoping for the best! That and Quarantine have given me a lot more time to doodle though 🥰

AND YES!! I'm so glad I get to hear your ideas about it!! The stardust concept (along with this one idea I read on a twst hc where the mc had the ability to sew with natural visuals (stars/waves/clouds) and make them into clothing (which in itself is just beautiful to imagine).

OH also I got distracted mid-post but!! Houseki no kuni makes a great reference for gem/cloud beings!! A lot of religious symbolism cw but it's beautifully animated in 3d if you want to avoid most of that, I imagine a stardust being to be fully made of the substance with an outer coating of something to cover the translucency of their skin (from the substance not being solid) leaving a slight shimmer or glow from the internal structure.

However I can just imagine space/dust being floating supernaturally in the containment of a body-like shape, looking through them and touching them as if a fragile jellyfish. Something we can't comprehend, yet find beautiful in and of it's being. Compelling in a way

ANYWAYS I digress too!! I have so much love for these ideas (I WILL sketch them later) but <3 moon thank u again I love these!!

#lapin's voicemail #lapin's loudmouth #the rabbit and the moon #I almost forgot abt ur tag!! now I get to use it lol #for the future #stars #ocs

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liminal-storage · 4 years ago

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Layers: Okuni

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: “Okuni Tomioka. Those closest to me tend to call me either Oku or Kuni.”

Eye Color: “Black, with bright red limbal rings.”

Hair Style/Color: “Usually worn loose. Sometimes in short layers, sometimes long and wavy (from sleeping in braids). It’s a deep black with a very subtle greenish sheen, like a crow’s feather.”

Height: “Five fulms.”

Clothing Style: “Mostly tailored, form-fitting items? I prefer darker jewel tones or pearlescent colors. Usually I tend to mix up more dressy and practical clothing, and I seldom go without boots of some kind.”

Best Physical Feature: “I’ve never really thought about it. My legs, probably?”

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: “Extreme heights, being abandoned, being forgotten, falling short of expectations…”

Your Guilty Pleasure: “Either smutty pirate romance novels or the amount of money I spend on expensive lingerie just to have it to sleep in…”

Your Biggest Pet Peeve: “Egomania, lack of empathy, people who completely miss the point when you’re speaking…”

Your Ambition for the Future: “To remember *how* to live freely, without remorse for who I am.”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: “Ugh, dry mouth.”

What You Think About the Most: “Probably how unfair and fucked up the list of Priarch’s problems is. That or what I’m going to have for lunch.”

What You Think About Before Bed: “Maybe I can get a full night’s rest this time.”

You Think Your Best Quality Is: “I’m not really sure. Empathy, perhaps?”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: “I suppose that depends? Both could be fun.”

To be Loved or Respected: “Both, without question. I will never ever put myself in a position where I get one over the other. Not ever again.”

Beauty or Brains: “Trust and companionship."

Dogs or Cats: “Cats.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: “Anyone who says they don’t lie is a liar.”

Believe in Yourself: “Ha! Sort of? Not really. Getting there.”

Believe in Love: “Yes.”

Want Someone: “Yes, but there are...reasons why I haven't told them. Why I probably won't for a while unless I'm confronted with it. I'm trying to focus on just...being for a little while."

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: “Once or twice, for little storytelling circles and a sort of group…singing thing.”

Done Drugs: “It’s called ‘self-medicating,’ and it’s for stress management.” (Note: She does occasionally indulge, but most of the time she simply uses a medicinal liquid that somewhat inhibits her stress responses, cause girl needs it.)

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: “A complicated question. Yes and no. I do not wish to go into specifics or we’ll be here all day.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: “Red.”

Favorite Animal: “Cats.”

Favorite Food: “Winter hotpot.”

Favorite Game: “Mmmm Triple Triad maybe? I’m decent at it at least…”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: “19th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon…I think.”

How Old Will You Be: “Thirty. This boggles the mind.”

Age You Lost Your Virginity: “Seventeen.”

Does Age Matter: “In what context?“

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: “Adventurous. Fun. Passionate. Maybe a little dorky in a way too. ”

Best Eye Color: "I do tend to have something of a preference for bright, striking colors. A brilliant blue, a vibrant gold, a mesmerizing silver…“

Best Hair Color: "I honestly have no preference, so long as it has enough length for me to wrap my fingers up in it. ”

Best thing to do with a Partner: "Something fun. Something adventurous. Learning how to do something new together, or doing something out of the norm together. And cuddling. Copious amounts of cuddling. “

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: “Seeing the world from other perspectives."

I feel: "Conflicted.“

I hide: "The things I want."

I miss: "My brothers.”

I wish: "I could let go more easily. “

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Tagged by: @dawning-star

Tagging: anyone who she didn’t get to tagging first :p

#ffxiv #character meme #okuni tomioka

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cherryblossomshadow · 4 years ago

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Masquerade

Summary: "You should be socializing," Temari stated, as if it were obvious. "You’re here as the Konoha envoy, right? You need to be dancing with someone influential."

Shikamaru opened his mouth to correct her, but he found himself asking, “Is that an offer?” His eyes widened in horror when he realized what he had said.

But her ruby lips simply curved into a surprised smile. "It can be," she answered, holding out a hand.

Day 2: Masquerade

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Masquerade

Written for Day 2 of ShikaTema Week 2020 - Masquerade!

I’m so excited that this event has rolled around again, because ShikaTema Week 2019 is what got me back in the swing of writing (and actually posting 🤭) last year! It means a lot to me to be posting and seeing content for my otp again 😁

This fic is set during the canon time skip. The setting is “just-AU-enough-to-squeeze-a-masquerade-ball-in.” I picture Sunagakure as being kind of aristocratic (with the big clans being the aristocracy) in order to get away with it. If anyone has read the Invitation series by Lord of the Land of Fire, that’s what I’m talking about.

“Come on, Shikamaru.” Ino tried to tug him to his feet. “You have to dance.”

Shikamaru stubbornly slouched further into the cushioned seat he had claimed at the edge of the village square. It had been a long, rough trip, and he had no intention of getting up until they were leaving.

“Well, it is a ball,” Choji nodded in agreement. He shrugged apologetically when Shikamaru scowled at him, but he did not retract his statement.

“And not just any ball!” Ino interjected. “It’s the Suna Masquerade Ball!”

Shikamaru gave an exaggerated groan in response, rolling his eyes for good measure. Secretly, he was glad that he and Choji had been able to arrange the invitations. They hadn’t seen Ino so lively in months. But that doesn’t mean that he wanted to dance.

“Ugh, fine,” Ino sighed. “Alright, Choji, sounds like you’re my dance partner!”

Choji quickly gulped down his mouthful and chirped, “Okay!” He took her hand, and they disappeared into the bustling courtyard. Shikamaru relaxed against his chair as they and the other attendees turned to the raised dais in anticipation. Finally, long low wails of traditional Wind instruments floated across the night wind, sparking movement as it swept over and brought the village square to life. The clamor of conversation softened under the force of the music and the allure of the dance.

The Suna Masquerade Ball was the village’s Event of the Year. The masquerade was ostensibly a celebration of Sunagakure’s founding and was intended for the affluent civilians of Suna. However, according to Ino, it was also a prestigious event for the Wind nobility, and only the most influential among them would make an appearance. Consequently, the Masquerade had become an unofficial summit for Suna and Wind nobility. Not that Shikamaru particularly cared. But talking and speculating about this event had been the only thing that they knew would pull Ino out of her slump.

“But they’re Wind nobles,” Shikamaru had said at one of their team dinners. “I know your dad’s started teaching you politics and stuff, but wouldn’t it be better to focus on Hi no Kuni nobles before you start looking at other countries?”

“But we don’t hold a masquerade ball; we hold some boring banquet.” Ino had rolled her eyes derisively. “After all, we’re allies! I’ll have to learn them eventually.”

“Well, it’s a shame that Lady Tsunade has already chosen her envoys,” Asuma had interjected. And that was that. Ino had sighed, Asuma had asked for the check, Choji had taken the last piece, and Shikamaru had started thinking. He had waited until he was certain of success to rope Choji into his operation, but the two of them ultimately managed to procure an invitation for Ino at the Masquerade. Tsunade had been amused, Asuma had been exasperated, and Ino had been ecstatic. She had excitedly pledged to fulfill all the Konoha envoy responsibilities, though she requested that her teammates escort her. Shikamaru had been reluctant to travel all the way to Suna for a multitude of reasons. But, watching his teammates whirl merrily across the courtyard, he knew for certain that it had been worth it.

Of course, this was the perfect time for one of his reasons to appear in the flesh. He shouldn’t have been surprised. He had spotted her soon after arriving and couldn’t help but notice when she started moving in his direction. He had hoped that she would simply ignore him. But then, she never did make things easy for him, did she?

"What are you sitting around for?" Temari asked imperiously as soon as she was within earshot, everything about her fiery and bold. Her dazzling blood-red mask framed her challenging gaze and matched her ever-present waist sash and her glittering red lips.

Shikamaru wrenched his gaze away and cleared his throat. “What? Am I not allowed to sit?”

Temari scoffed. "You should be socializing," she stated, as if it were obvious. "You’re here as the Konoha envoy, right? You need to be dancing with someone influential."

Shikamaru opened his mouth to tell her that she was mistaken, that he was here as an escort for his teammate, that Ino was the one acting as the Konoha envoy. Instead, he found himself asking, “Is that an offer?” His eyes widened in horror when he realized what he had said.

But her ruby lips simply curved into a surprised smile. "It can be," she answered, holding out a hand.

He gazed warily at the hand, as if it would reach out to bite him, before rising and accepting it. He led her to the center of the courtyard, and they waited for the next dance to start. I'm supposed to be avoiding her! Not dancing with her! he berated himself, even as they began dancing. I didn’t even want to dance! And this was the main reason that he had been worried about running into her. He couldn’t trust himself around her. He always felt off-kilter. And he would just do things - things he would never otherwise consider. As scary and unpredictable as she was, if he were being truthful with himself, he was more scared by how unpredictable he was around her.

Not that Shikamaru truly minded the dancing. Strangely, he found the rhythm in the moves to be soothing. The way they moved together felt so natural. They swept across the courtyard as fluidly as they did the battlefield, moving in perfect sync with each other. What did unnerve him was the closeness. He didn't think he had ever been as close to Temari as he was now, not even in training or battle. Because when they trained, he didn't rest his hands on her hips. She didn’t rest her hands on his shoulders. They didn’t stare deeply into each other’s eyes.

“I’ll admit, I was surprised to see your name on the guest list," Temari began before twisting away in time with the dance. He watched in awe as she weaved around the other dancers, barely paying enough attention to his own dancing. He really should have guessed how much her personality would be portrayed in the way she danced. Her movements were powerful and untamed, exactly as they were when she fought. She glided back into his arms and continued, "Taking an interest in politics?"

"No!" Shikamaru barely repressed a full-body shudder. He'll leave all the political maneuvering to the likes of Tsunade and Ino. He would much rather stick to his battle strategies and his cryptanalysis, thank you very much. “Troublesome,” he muttered.

Surprisingly, she began to laugh at his answer. He blinked, taken aback by how soft she looked. Even half-hidden by a fiery red mask, she clearly wore an ease about her that he had never witnessed in her before. Somehow, she always had a hidden side to reveal, no matter how many times he studied her. Every time he thought he had her figured out, she found a way to surprise him. She was a puzzle he had no hope of solving. A mystery whose solution lay forever out of reach.

“That sounds more like the Shikamaru I know,” she smirked. “I didn’t think you had changed that much in three months.”

“Has it been three months?” he asked, almost missing a step in his surprise.

“To the day.” She nodded.

“Wait, so when is your next visit?” he asked distractedly, his mind turning to his mental calendar. He thought he had her schedule down.

“Why, did you miss me?” She quipped, but her lips curved into an amused smile.

Shikamaru immediately wished he could take his words back. And maybe tape his tongue to the roof of his mouth while he was at it. Why does he keep saying the wrong thing? But to deny it would be to insult her. “Konoha is always honored to host her allies,” he mumbled.

Temari raised a delicate eyebrow above her mask. “Very diplomatic,” she complimented. They danced in silence for a few moments before she spoke again. “To answer your question, no. I won’t be back to your village until the spring.”

Until spring? “But I thought you were coming to the Konoha Winter Festival?” He desperately tried to shove the bitter taste of disappointment down where it belonged.

“I had been looking forward to it,” she sighed. “But I have no reason to go.”

“Oh.”

Even an unsavvy guy like him could tell this was the perfect opening for him to extend a personal invitation. But to what end? She wasn’t the kind of puzzle he was equipped to solve. And he was not in the practice of pursuing unattainable goals. He certainly wasn’t going to begin now.

The dance finished with a flourish of the music, and they bowed courteously to each other. Temari drew back, and he thought he saw disappointment cross her face. But he must have been imagining it. “Til next time,” she told him.

“Til next time,” he echoed.

She disappeared into the crowd of elegantly dressed nobles, and he stared after her far longer than he should have. Shikamaru forced himself to make his way back to his seat only to find Choji sitting there. He avoided his inquisitive eyes and slouched onto the stone bench beside him.

Shikamaru shook his head at his friend’s offer of a foreign pastry, instead asking, “Where’s Ino?” He had lost track of her while dancing with Temari.

Choji pointed her out, where she was dancing with … is that the nephew of the Wind Daimyo? Whoever it was must be hilarious, because they were both laughing exuberantly. He relaxed against his seat with a sigh. As exhausting as the journey had been and as grueling as his dance with Temari had been, it was all worth it to see the light return to Ino’s eyes. These past few months had dragged on far too long. Ever since … Shikamaru roughly shoved thoughts about that traitor out of his head with practiced ease.

“So, how’s Temari doing?” Choji asked.

“Fine,” Shikamaru answered shortly, wishing he could just put the troublesome woman out of his head as easily as he had the Uchiha.

“So, when’s her next visit?” Choji asked curiously.

“Not until spring,” he reported, unable to keep the bitter notes out of his voice.

“Wait, she’s going to miss the festival? I thou-”

“She said she didn’t have any reason to come,” Shikamaru interjected. He could feel Choji’s eyes on him, but he ignored them.

“Hmm, well, that’s a shame,” Choji hummed.

“Is it?” Shikamaru rested his head against the back of the chair, staring into the glittering night sky.

“It is. You should have given her one.”

Shikamaru lifted his head in alarm. “I should have what?”

Choji lifted his chin, as serious as Shikamaru had ever seen his best friend. “You heard me.”

“But … why would I do that?” Shikamaru sputtered.

“You know why.” Choji stared him down. “Ino was right; you do know how you feel, you just don’t want to do anything about it.”

Shikamaru just gaped at him. “Ino … what?”

“I thought you just hadn’t figured it out yet,” Choji explained. “But Ino said you were still confused by your feelings and that’s why you haven’t pursued her.”

Shikamaru couldn’t help but feel bitter that his friends had such little faith in him, though he was still reeling from the fact that his two best friends had already figured out how he felt, and they didn’t bother to tell him about it.

“Well, I have figured it out,” Shikamaru told him needlessly.

“Well, that’s good,” Choji nodded encouragingly. “Now, what are you going to do about it?”

Shikamaru sighed, shifting on the cold hard bench. “What can I do about it? She lives in another country.” He swept his arm out broadly, as if to encompass all of Sunagakure and Kaze no Kuni.

“You could make it work,” Choji said confidently. Shikamaru scoffed, but Choji shook his head with determination. “No, listen to me. Who got us in here?” He waved a hand nonchalantly at the finery that surrounded them.

“Okay, fine,” Shikamaru assented. He knew and Choji knew from experience that if he and Temari put their minds to something, they could make it happen. “But it doesn’t even matter, because she won’t want to.”

“Ino was right.” Choji sighed. “You’re scared.”

Shikamaru felt that was an unfair assessment. “I’m just being realistic!”

“Then shouldn’t this be her decision?” Choji asked. “She should at least know how you feel about her before you give up.” Shikamaru looked instinctively into the crowd again, his eyes immediately drawn to her. “Go. Invite her to the Festival. You can worry about what to do and say there.”

Temari turned, as if able to sense his gaze on her. She tilted her head to side, a slight invitation, but then she turned away. She wouldn’t be seeking him out any more tonight. He would have to pursue her. Maybe some puzzles don't need to be solved, Shikamaru mused. They just need to be attempted.

Filled with purpose, he weaved his way through the courtyard, focused on reaching her. He tapped on her shoulder and took a deep breath when she turned to face him. Strangely, he felt calmer than he had felt all night. “I would like to extend my personal invitation for you to come to the Konoha Winter Festival. If you are willing to make the trip, I would be honored to be your escort for the event.” He held his breath, waiting for her answer.

Her lips curved into a full smile, making his heart stutter. "I believe that can be arranged."

Endnotes: let me know what you thought!

#shikatemaweek #shikatemaweek2020 #shikatema fic #shikamaru nara #temari #my writing #fluffy

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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year ago

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Hi thank you for taking my request if it's all right can I please ask for a part two where he finds out the darling is good and stitching/customizing and

Where he find the darling making a doll of him

So they can hug it when he isn't there

YANDERE SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE READER.

1.43k words. Scara masterlist

TW:? Signals of anxiety, Bl00d mentions, Threatening. Shameless manipulation

Featuring?: Childe. Mentions of scaras fatui life and backstory/Inazuma spoilers.

Scara's oufit for your 'date' ->> Link

First part -> Jirai Kai

Kuni pulled away from the kiss to observe your fragile body against the tree. "Hah. Never though you could make the taste of dango better my love. We should have more dates like this~" you blushed and looked away from him. "I-it wasnt a date! We we're just going to pick up your package. i-i didnt even want to come out.." "Oh really? but im sure you did enjoy the little show i put on for you, didnt you?" he snickered at your silence, then licked off the woman's blood from his hand.

"You liked talking to that sneaky youkai as well.. Why didnt you tell me those two humans we're bothering you. I would've got rid of them right then and there." He roughly cupped your cheek, Giving you no choice but to stare at his dead indigo eyes and bloodstained choker. Until You we're interrupted by the sudden roar of thunder. "Ugh. How irritating.." He then pulled away from you to look back at his 'masterpiece' "Lets head back through the way to tenshukaku darling. Then im sure you wont have to worry about anyone else~" you smiled at his suggestion, only to be startled by the sudden drop of rain. You turned and kneel'd down to open your pastel bag. It had a small umbrella inside, plushies, snacks, 1 energy drink and your empty sowing kit. You pulled out the small umbrella, sighing at your empty kit. Meanwhile, Scara was still in a daze. Wondering if one day he could show you his work within the fatui personally. You nervously tapped his shoulder. to which he immediately turned around to. "Hm? Whats that love?" the water and blood began to mix, draining down his overshirt. "…I brought an umbrella just incase..Do you want to walk together Sca- Kuni?" A warm smile appeared on his face. It was rare, but something about the way he'd smile would always warm your heart. It was a pure and innocent smile as if he never committed the 100s of atrocities he's done. He took the umbrella out of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist. Holding you close while guiding throughout the path to tenshukaku.

You walked through the city again while getting a couple of stares and laughs over how kuni looked, making you cling onto him even more. The anxious pit in your chest felt as if it subsided a little. It was still their and it wasnt easy tuning it all out but you felt a mysterious comfort with kuni around. //The two of you first met at ogura muro's kimono shop as you we're browsing for dark sakura patterns to use as doll fabric. Your hoodie was still over your head. "Excuse me? Do you mind helping me pick out some fabrics. A friend of mine also has a interest in those colors you have but.. I cant seem to know which one is right." He smiled but you didnt reply. The counter woman giggled.

"Sorry dear, Y/N always has her headphones on." She smiled. 'So it is her.' Kuni thought. He already knew who you were beforehand but never intervened. He looked at your beautiful choice of style. In inazuma their rarely was any unique styles of clothing, being deemed as inappropriate. but he couldnt get over how astonishing you looked. from your stockings with little hearts that matched your black footwear, to your cute sanrio trinkets and keychains along your bag.

Fantasizing over the two of you walking throughout inazuma in matching outfits, exchanging tastes in music, or even coming to your house for dinner. He wanted you from the beginning. You lived in his head rent free while he was in schneznaya for a year. It pained wondering anxiously if something happened to you due to the laws. He wasnt the best artist but to calm his worries during breaks on missions he'd draw pictures of you in his clothes and the wet fantasys he'd have of helping you take them off.//

You browsed through your phone, hoping to distract yourself from directed stares. "Hmm. Your being awfully kind arent you? Im surprised you didnt let me walk in the rain myself." he looked down at you while you scrolled through your gallery of dolls. Tuning out his words just as you first met. Eventually walking past ogura mio at her textiles and kimono shop, You tugged at scara's shirt. Then pointed to the shop. "Of course, darling." You rushed with a smile on your face. Searching through layers of fabric while he was amused with your 'childish' reactions. After finally picking out things you liked, you walked towards the counter hoping to see Ms Ogura again. After all..It has been 3 years since Kuni kept you. Your smile turned to a frown after realizing she wasn't there. Her daughter, Mura Mio was lazily taking care of the family business. Headphones in ears and reading manga "Um..Excuse me.." Mura didnt reply, mearly looking you up and down with a tsk then turning back to her book. The pit swirled in your chest from the awkwardness. You held the cloth and thread in your hand then walked back to kuni. He looked up at your grim eyes and immediately put his cold hand on your shoulder, Bringing you back under the umbrella. "Whats wrong baby? They didnt have anything you wanted? I thought this was your favorite store." You looked down. "...l-lets just go home kuni...its closed." Kuni then gave the umbrella to you and walked back towards the store after looking then seeing mura. "N-no kuni its fine lets just go home please-" You shieled your face in embarrassment, Hoping he wouldnt make a scene.

He walked up to Mura's desk. Watching her look him up and down. "Hi welcome to ogura-" she glanced behind him to read the sign but saw you. Realizing the both of you had similar outfits on, She sighed again. "I dont know why your girlfriend had to send you in here to make a scene." Kuni leaned over the counter, resting one of his hands on it. "Are you deaf or just stupid?" "Ugh- Excuse me?!" Mura leaned back in her chair as he got closer to her uncomfortably. "My Wife, wanted to buy something from this-" He looked at the run down markings in the floor. "Store. But you act like you cant do your own fucking job-" Mura cut kuni off. "i dont even want to work here, And i dont really care what that…other freak is to you, and-" She bit her tounge. A faint smell of metal began to come from kuni. "What? You Dont have anything else to say to this Freak?" Blood countined to drip down his choker, Pattering onto the pages of her manga. Mura shivered as the metalic smell and taste from her tongue overwhelmed. She looked down at the picture then back at the male. His indigo eyes then began to glow with a purple tint, disappointingly looking at mura. "Humans like you truly are pathetic, A complete waste of space." Mura froze in fear as Kuni began walking around the counter and towards her. Still stuck in her chair. "You act tough and degrade a person behind their back or even to their face, Yet When I come around, People like you regret ever being like this to my darling." "P-please..i-..Im sorry. T-take whatever you want from the store! Bring her in and!-" "Orders? Hah. Your telling me what to do with my love? You sure have a mouth to run dont you? How about…I cut it? Watch you choke on your own sloppy-" He stopped talking to look back at his darling, sitting at another dango stall with the umbrella and eating. 'My love, Your so precious. Too delicate for this world. Why did you leave me? Dont you remember when we first met here' At the sudden thought he then remembered that this was ogura's daughter. The glow in his eyes faded, he walked throughout the store picking out things similar to the items you chose. loving how humans would fear him. Especially after an act like Mura's. He still paid for what he bought out of respect for Ogura since you actually cared about the woman. He looked back at Mura. Both knowing her demise.

Kuni walked towards you sitting with your umbrella closed, The rain finally stopped. "My love~" You shuddered at the sudden call. Internally sighing that the nice silence you had was over "Y-yes kuni?" "What do you even need this shi- this stuff for anyway? Do you make clothes or something?" He looked through the bags then glanced at your now starlit eyes. "Oh! i- i like making dolls. Even customizing! Some of the keychains on my bag I made them too! S-sorry if its a boring hobby.. I know hobbys are for 'idle bodys' as you'd say." He flashed the bags in your face, Insistingly. "Take it and have fun." "W-what..?" "I said, Take it and have fun. Do i have to repeat myself?" He sighed as you giggled and looked through the bag. "Back when I was kubuki- I mean, Traveling. I met a boy, A fledgling just out of the nest..He gave me a doll he made that looked just like me." He then sucked his teeth after realizing he started to get emotional. Reaching to comfort his eyes until you ambushed him with a hug. You didn't know why you hugged him, Countless thoughts we're telling you not to after he kidnapped you, killed your entire family and livelyhood but you didnt listen. staining your beautiful outfit against his bloodstained clothes. While the bags buckled against his back as you wrapped your arms around him. He immediately pulled you into a kiss. Ignoring the now tolerable taste of dango. "Your mine Y/n." Your heart swelled, falling into Kunikuzushi's trance once again.

"Turns out this Mura chick fled out to sumeru, Sucks.. She's kinda hot." Childe Breezed through the papers while the boat rocked. "Wouldn't expect anything less from you Childe, In love with the weak. Explains why your the 11th." Scara turned in his seat. Looking as the view of the tallest point of the academia was visible through the ocean waves. "Hey, At least ill be sure the one I have really loves me~ I wont have to go through any extra killing or-" "Living off of lies wont do you any good Childe, This is why your still single." Childe laughed 'thats ironic' he thought. "Comrad its called, Waiting for the right one. Besides, being this rude wont give you a free month of me doing your missions so you can hang out with y/n!!" he poked scara's shoulder as the boat rocked again, Making his hat tipple over a bit. "Do me a favor childe." "Sure comrade!" "Jump off the boat." "Aw cmon kuni, be nice. 3 more weeks with me will be fast." Kuni then glanced down at the electro crest on his fatui uniform, And the dangling feather his mom gave him when he was first born. He swore he'd never take it off, Along with the mini doll keychain you gave of him. Kuni was pouting as his hat was halfway hanging onto his head, Unlike the one the little boy gave him, it was if he was smiling this time, Human emotion. Something he'd only show for you. He smiled then looked back at childe.

"I look forward to that."

Authors note/ Thank you for reading if you made it this far :) Ive been posting off and on because I still have responsibilities, but summer is here babes so im free! Have a great day everyone :)

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years ago

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When people smoke around you, does it make you cough? Cigarette smoke, yeah. I can’t even be around it because apart from that, it also makes my heart race, my head hurt, and I feel dizzy and sick. Not fun. Would you rather name your child Michelle or Monica? I’m not having kids, but I do like the name Michelle. Do you know anyone who works at McDonald's? No. Do they like working there? Is it warm out enough to go out in a T-shirt where you live? Uh, yeah. It’s going to be high triple digits this week. D:

Would you rather be able to teleport or be invisible? Teleport. If someone offered you a million dollars to move to the opposite end of the earth, would you? Why or why not? If I could take my family with me. And would we be able to choose where we wanted to go? What do you do when you have an itch you can't itch? Gah, I hate that. I have to find a way cause an itch won’t go away until it’s scratched. What is your mom's and dad's favorite TV show? My mom loves the ID channel, court shows, and some sitcoms. She has a ton of other favorites, but those are what she watches on the regular. My dad’s main faves are Nascar and sports in general, Family Guy, American Dad, Seinfeld, Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, Ghost Adventures. How did you get your hair the way it was today? I threw it up in a messy bun and voila. Have you ever felt like you lost a a part of yourself? I definitely feel like I’ve lost myself over the past few years. I don’t like this person I’ve become. How so? I’ve just become someone I don’t recognize or like. What is your best friend's favorite relative? My best friend is my mom, I better be her favorite relative! Haha, kidding. I gotta share that spot with my brothers. lol she always says I’m her favorite daughter (the joke of course is that I’m her only daughter). Apart from us, she’s close with her sisters. Would you rather marry Batman or Superman? I like ‘em both, but I wouldn’t want to marry either one. Have you ever suspected your mom or dad of having an affair? No. When's the last time you wished your day would just be over already? Too often the days just seem to draaaaag. I don’t know what I’m impatiently waiting for them to be over for, everyday is the same... If you found out the last person you kissed was moving to a different country, how would you feel? I haven’t seen or talked to him in almost 5 years, it wouldn’t affect me. Who has the biggest eyes you know? I can’t think of anyone I know with big eyes, I just think of Mila Kunis lol. Name something you know about algebra. I know I despise it. Does it gross you out when your parents kiss? No. My parents don’t make out in front of me lol they just give each other a quick kiss. Do you have a playlist made on Youtube? The only one I have is the watch later one. Do you like dollar stores? Sure. I haven’t been there in a long time, though. What's the last thing you bought from one? It was either Halloween or Christmas decor. Are your eyes hazel? No, I wish. Do you know anyone with hazel eyes? Yeah. Are most of your books from Chapters, Coles, etc or used book stores? Various places. In recent years my books have been ebooks from the Kindle Unlimited app, though. Do you like those big headbands with flowers Blair on Gossip Girl wears? No. How many people saw your last kiss? *shrug* Who has the biggest ego you know? A family friend of ours. Do you think it's weird how babies are made? I mean, yeah. Has the last person you hugged ever seen you in only underwear? Yeah. If you walk by a mirror, will you check yourself out in it? Nooo, I avoid it. Have you seen The Strangers? Yep. Did it scared you? I like it, but it is creepy. Have you ever lost a friend over the opposite sex? No. Describe your appearence right now. I’m sitting here with my hair in a messy bun wearing white Adidas socks, gray leggings and a black shirt. How would you react if your last ex wanted to get back together? It wouldn’t happen. Are you comfortable in a short skirt? Nooooo. You won’t catch me in a skirt or shorts. Do you and your family go on a vacation ever year? We try to go at least once a year, but more if we can. This year we fortunately got one in before the pandemic hit here and we were put on lockdown/quarantine. Who knows when we’ll be able to travel again. When you were going out with your last ex and you had the chance to date your celebrity crush, would you have left your bf/gf for them? No. Could I hit up my celeb crush again after my ex and I broke up? haha. Does your house have an alarm? Yes. What about your car? I don’t have a car; I don’t drive. Who was your most romantic moment with? Joseph. Who does your most embarrasing moment involve? Hard to say what my most embarrassing moment is. There’s plenty to choose from. I’m just embarrassing in general. Does your dad swear? Sometimes. Do you sweat easily? Ugh, yes. If your last kiss asked you on a date, what would you say? No. When you like someone, do you picture what your children will look like? My mind never even goes there. I don’t want to have children, so. Did you like this survey? Sure.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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eatingthem-moved · 5 years ago

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Get to know the blogger!

Tagged by @sunsreign thank u hun !! I’m tagging UMMM @onsand @denbroughsguilt @crowncd @cometogethcr and everyone else ! i just tagged the people who’ve shown up in my notifs recently lol

FIRST NAME My name off tumblr is Calee ! (said like kay-lee) i really don’t mind if you call my by my first name or by my pen name, either works! i just don’t post my first name anywhere on my blog really lol

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF strange?? hmmm i have a ton of stuffed animals for an 18 y/o probably... like a ton. and i still buy them cause i love them ;m;

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON Hair !! also arms... (like the biceps) aaaaand lips, probably

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF chili verde smothered burritos !! specifically the ones from my favorite restaurant ohmygod they’re soooooo good. and their chips and salsa too

A FOOD YOU HATE TOMATOES R GROSS

GUILTY PLEASURE fuuuuck. buying stuff, probably. like makeup and video games and books and movies and all that good stuff.

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN t shirt and pj pants. shorts if it’s in the summer, and a sweater in winter.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS welp im in a serious relationship rn but if i was single i’d still prefer a serious one !

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE askjdlkasjdlsj not getting back with my ex when we initially broke up, probably. he’s GROSS

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON verbally i am ! i always tell my friends i love them and that i enjoy talking to them in stuff. physically i don’t really like cuddling or kissing my bf unless we’re in private

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN The Family Man starring Nicholas Cage aslkdjslakjdlskja LISTEN. i loooove this movie and if u haven’t seen it i totes recommend that you do!!! it’s honestly one of his bests and it makes me cry every time it. ALSO John Carpenter’s The Thing !!!!! i grew up watching that movie and it’s one of my favorites

FAVORITE BOOK Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, and also Misery by Stephen King!

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE A COW I LOVE COWS. or a big cat like a tiger. OR a raccoon. could go either way.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] HA. hannibal/will and uhhhh. that’s. probably. it. sladjslakjd listen i haven’t really watched a show since hannibal has ended lol. but! more ships with hannibal include him and poppy with @gardenshe <33 hannibal/matthew brown. um. idk more ppl should ship with me tho <.<

PIE OR CAKE CAKE. with some sort of mousse pls. or a ton of whipped cream!

FAVORITE SCENT ooh uhh. apples and cinnamon maybe?? ooh or baking bread

CELEBRITY CRUSH *SLAMS FIST* kurt russell all the way, dude. i LOVE him, i would marry him in a heartbeat. also dean martin and james franco. AND MILA KUNIS

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO So, I live in Utah, United States BUT i was actually born in Oregon, United States and just UGH. i love it there so much. it’s always so rainy and it’s close to the ocean and the trees and flowers are so beautiful. it feels like im home when im there !! but besides that, i’d go to canada to see my totally blood brothers jason and quinton @cometogethcr <33

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Ah funny enough im an introvert off of tumblr lol. im.. really awkward off the keyboard. and i feel like i’ve gotten even shyer and more insecure the older i get, which is funny because from the way it sounds it seems like that’s usually the opposite circumstance?? idk. hopefully i don’t weird u guys out on here tho lol

DO YOU SCARE EASILY yea lol i can get a little jumpy but i love scary movies still! but sometimes my bf scares me from around the corner and i get super mad at him lmao

IPHONE OR ANDROID i’ve got me an iphone but i wish i had an android ;m; i’d love me one of those brand new samsung phones.... (oh god now im going to be spammed with ads)

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES i do!! i play minecraft a ton (u should ask me to play with u sometime <.<) but i also like story games! i grew up playing the sly cooper franchise ! (i made a blog for sly cooper one actually!) but i also really really like the evil within, outlast, dishonored, and a ton of indie games on steam

DREAM JOB like uhh, how dreamy we talkin’?? my ULTIMATE dream job would probably be a movie director, but that’s probably not going to happen lol. otherwise, im going for a criminal justice degree, so my dream job pertaining to that would either be a homicide detective or a crime historian !

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS ahhh. move to oregon with my mom, bf, and my pets by the ocean. then buy a ton of movies to add to my dvd collection. and video games. and a nice car. umm. go to a beautiful restaurant! then i dunno after that lol

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE aw jeez alksdlakjd ummm. im not. a huge fan of alana from hannibal. idk i don’t think her character is written very well (but im still happy to write with an alana blog!) also light from death note. ohhhhh god. i hated him SO MUCH ALKSDLSAJD

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER pfft. supernatural, doctor who, sherlock. the werks. probably more but i can’t think of any

#i know it's not munday yet but #anyway im serious about that minecraft thing tho #bet bitch let's go #( 🔪 munday )

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k1ttysky · 5 years ago

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My ninja way

Hii guys this is my frist story posted on tumblr. It’s a naruto oc fanfic. Hope you enjoy!!

My bedroom door slams open and sister Sophia walks in.

“Rise and Shine baby sis. Time for a great day,’’ she yelled way too happy. I groan and get up.

“ What time is it? I was going to get flowers for mom and dad,” I yawn out. I get up and walk to the bathroom.

“ It’s 7:30 am. I’m making food want some?” she yells as I start the shower.

“Yes please”, I laugh and get ready to shower. 15 minutes later I get out of the shower and get dressed. I brush my hair and put on some light lipgloss. I walk downstairs and smell pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

“Mmm smells good. Thanks for the food,” I say to Sophia and grab my plate.

“No problem. What time are you leaving to get flowers?” she asks as she sits down. She says thanks for her food and starts eating.

“I don’t know maybe after I eat. I’m going to head to Kura’s place before,” I say with food in my mouth. Sophia hits me in the head with her hand.

“ No talking with food in your mouth. But, okay I’ll meet you at mom and dad’s place with Aiden later on,” she says. I nod and put my plate in the sink. I grab my shuriken and wallet, then put on my sandals. I kiss Sophia’s cheek goodbye and head out. I walk to Sakura’s place and get there a little while later. I knock on the door and wait for her to open the door.

“Who is it?” she yells from behind the door. I sigh and laugh to myself.

“It’s me, Hana,” I yell back. I wait for her to open the door. I check if I have enough yen for flowers. The door opens and her coffee-colored eyes look up at me.

“ Hannie, oh gosh I thought you were coming later on,” she says while letting me in. We walk to the living room and sit down. She cuddles up to my side and sighs.

“So, you wanna go with me to see my parents place later on,” I say looking down at her. She nods and cuddles deeper in my side.

“ We have to go to Yamanaka Flowers soon okay,” I say again looking down at her. She nods and starts to fall asleep. I giggle and get a book to read. 2 hours later I start to wake Sakura up.

“ Come on Kura. We have to get flowers,” I gently shake her shoulders. She wakes up slowly and stretches.

“It’s time already,” she yawns slowly. I nod and get up. I hold my hand out to her and she grabs it. We walk to the front door and she grabs it. We walk to the front door and she puts on her sandals. We head to Yamanaka Flowers and walk-in. A blond hair lady and pink hair lady are standing next to the counter.

“Hi, welcome to Yamanaka Flowers. How can I help you?” The blond lady asks.

“ Hi, I’m Hana and this is my friend Sakura. We’re here to buy some sweet pea’s,” I say smiling.

“Oh, I’m Ino and my friend Sakura too,” she says as she gets the flowers. Sakura gasps and looks at the older Sakura.

“Ohh, what’s your surname? Mine’s Nara,” she says to Sakura. She giggles.

“ My first one was Haruno but now it’s Uchiha,” she says smiling at us.

“ Wait, you’re an Uchiha too. Who are you with,” I say quickly. I thought that there was very little Uchiha’s left.

“I’m married to Sasuke and we have a daughter,” she says. wow. She’s married to the Sasuke Uchiha. I would love to meet him.

“Here’s your flowers Hana. That will cost 5 yen,” Ino says after walking back to us. I open my wallet to hand her the yen but the older Sakura stops me.

“I’ll pay I know what today is for you. Maybe you’ll see Sasuke there,” She says. How sweet of her.

“ Thank you, Miss,” I bow to her and grab the flowers. Sakura ad I wave to them and walk to the graveyard. Sakura swings our hands between us as we walk. When we arrive I see Sophia and Aiden waiting for us. Sophia goes to hug us both.

“Hi, Sakura. I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?” Sophia asks while kissing our cheeks. Sakura giggles and hugs Sophia back and waves to Aiden.

“ I’m doing well. Thank you for asking,” she says while smiling. Her smile is beautiful, but that’s not important right now. Sophia, Aiden, Sakura, and I all walk-in and head to where my parents rest. We stop in front of 2 graves, where are parents rest. I never really knew them well, they were killed when I was a baby. Sophia, Aiden, and I weren’t there that night so when we came home, Sophia made me stay with Aiden outside. When she came back, her face had some blood on it. The 3 of us stayed at the Hyuga Compound until Sophia and Aiden had enough money to get a place to live. I use to be babysat by Hinata and Neji when I was younger. I heard that Neji died at the Fourth Great Ninja War.

“ Hana, the flowers please,” Sophia says while crying slightly. I hand her the flower and she puts them down at each of our parent’s grave. Sakura leaned into me and squeezed my hand. I look down at her and mouth thank you. We hear someone clearing their throat and we turn around.

“You’re Sasuke Uchiha,” I blurt out without thinking. Sakura and Aiden laugh while Sophia starts scolding me.

“ Well, yes I am. You must be Hana and your friend Sakura,” he says while nodding at us. HE KNOWS ABOUT ME.

“ Wait, you’ve heard of me. How?”I ask. I haven’t done anything that important yet.

“You met my wife at Yamanaka Flowers earlier,” he says. How did Sakura get him to tell him and not run into us? I guess we’ll never know.

“ I’m going to guess your parents were there that night,” he says while nodding to my parent’s grave. Sophia explains half our life to Sasuke while Aiden, Sakura, and I small talk.

“ My wife would love it if you 4 would come to dinner tonight. She wants to have many guests there,” he says. Yay, I get to go to the Uchiha Compound.

“Yes, we would love to come over. What time?” I ask while cutting Sophia off. Sakura and Aiden laugh while Sophia glares at me.

“Ah, thank you. You can get there around 6:30. I’ll assume you know where the compound is,” he says. I’m so excited. I wonder what it’s like there.

“Sure we do. We’ll see you then,” Sophia says. Sasuke nods at her and walks away. His black cloak follows behind him. I wonder if it’s hot with that on.

“Sakura, would you like to come over or did you want us to pick you up?” Sophia asks while getting ready to leave.

“I would love to come over Sophia,” Sakura says to Sophia. We all get our stuff and walk home. We got back home about 10 minutes later.

“Well, it’s only 11 o’clock. We have some time to waste. Whatcha wanna do,” I ask everyone as we walk in.

“Hana, can we train? Pretty please, I wanna work on my shadow possession jutsu,” Sakura says while looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s do it out back,” I said nodding at her. She squeals in excitement and follows me. We walk to the back door and head to the backyard. Sakura walks father away from me and gets in a fighting stance.

“Ready,” I yell out to her, She nods and starts running to me. She throws 3 kunai blades at me and I run out the way.

“Fire Style! Fireball Technique!,” I shout out aiming fireballs at Sakura. She dodges them and disappears. I look around for her.

“Earth Style! Groundhog Technique Decapitation!,” she shouts from below me. I fall into the ground and my head shows only. I growl and make 2 shadow clones to pull me out. Sakura is to busy laughing at me to notice. I pull out my earth scroll and run behind her.

“Earth Style! Fanged Vengeance Technique! Shinobi Conjuration!,” I yell and the ninja dog tackles her to the ground. I run to her and put a kunai at her throat.

“Ready to give up yet,” I say with a smirk on my face. She blows a piece of her cherry-red hair away from her face.

“Fine but that’s a dirty trick,” she says. I laugh and release the jutsu. I help her up and walk into the house.

“You, two go clean up. You’re filthy and getting dirt in the kitchen. Also, I’m making lunch, I’ll save you some,” Sophia says while cooking. I groan and head upstairs to shower. 30 minutes later after we shower and get dress Sophia starts to serve food.

“Thank you, Sophia,” Aiden, Sakura, and I say to Sophia. We all sit down and start to eat. We finish eating and start to relax.

“I have to guys. I promised I’d visit Shikamaru and Temari today,” Sakura says while grabbing her stuff.

“Okay, you want us to pick you up?” I say to Sakura while laying on the couch. She nods and leaves.

“Sophia, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up at 6:15 please,” I say while grabbing a blanket and getting comfy. She nods and starts reading. 5 hours later Sophia starts shaking me.

“Ugh, 5 more minutes,” I say while stretching.

“No, get up it’s 6:15. We have to leave soon,” she says.

“Fine, I’ll get up,” I groan and get up and head to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and dress up a little nicer. I put on some black dress pants and a nice blouse. I head downstairs to where Sophia and Aiden are waiting for me.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” Sophia says while opening the door. Aiden and I follow after her and head to Sakura’s place. I knock on her door and it swings open. There she stood in a fluffy black dress and black flats.

“Wow, you look pretty,” I say while looking at Sakura. She blushes and closes.

“um, thanks. you look great too,” she says while looking down at her feet. Aiden clears his throat and nods to the pathway.

“Right, the dinner. Come on Sakura,” I say while following Aiden. We walk up to the front door of the Uchiha compound. Sophia knocks on the door and a strange man with red hair opens the door.

“Oh, hello I’m Garra of the desert. Nice to meet,” Gaara says. Oh right the Hokage from Suna No Kuni. I bow and poke the others to do so too.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says while shaking his hands in front of him.

“Gaara is everything okay out there?” a loud, cheerful voice says. A guy in a green jumpsuit and orange leg warmers pops out from behind Gaara. Oh, I remember him. Rock Lee, he has a kid named Metal.

“Everything is fine Lee,” Gaara says while letting us in.

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houseki-no-suffering · 6 years ago

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Human AU, 1960s AU Characters: Cinnabar/Phosphophyllite, Diamond, Euclase, Bort, Alex, Yellow

A/N: in which we meet the other half of Cinnabar’s not quite huge friend’s list. Ty so much to @lapishead for betareading my commas away and to @rinboz for her help with Bort’s character. Enjoy!

The thought of going home and accidentally stumbling into Phos on the way persuaded Cinnabar to linger on the beach. They hadn’t meant to, but at a certain point their body surrendered to exhaustion and they fell asleep on the sand, crouched against one of the boats that the fishermen left on the shore. It was their voices that woke Cinnabar up, a little before dawn, and Cinnabar would have apologized profusely if their mind wasn’t still absorbed by other thoughts.

Now that the realization had sunk in, Cinnabar felt even more lost. They tried to come up with alternatives as the town grew nearer, a blur of sparse lights and white buildings. The only thing they felt absolutely sure about was that they wanted to shut themselves in their new home until Phos had left again. With nothing to do except overthink and go through old textbooks, they would graduate in no time if this went on long enough.

Cinnabar was worrying their third cup of coffee in their hands when they accepted that their fingers would not stop shaking just because they were safe in the confined space of Bort’s bedroom. And an excess of caffeine hardly had something to do with it. Outside or inside, it made no difference: their mind would not stop working.

They remembered so many mornings lazily spent on Diamond’s bed when Phos was fourteen. Bort would be crouched at the foot of the bed, holding a book, and Dia would braid their hair in complicated plaits, trying out every trick they had gleaned from being around Red Beryl. They would hum and sing as they ran their fingers through Bort’s hair, and Cinnabar would listen quietly, curled up on their own bed.

It was always so peaceful and silent. Cinnabar would keep their eyes closed, pretending to sleep while waiting for Phos to wake up. The ungracious sound of their feet running through the corridor was hard to miss, but Cinnabar would have traded high school one hundred times more just to hear it.

Yellow Diamond had warned them against easy decisions, and Cinnabar could blame no one but themselves for obsessing over someone that had considered Cinnabar temporary. And yet, every foggy morning spent waiting for the train, every hour spent sitting on hard desks, surrounded by people Cinnabar did not know and didn’t want to know, left a dull, cold ache in Cinnabar’s chest. The taste of wasting time that could otherwise been spent in selfish, childish ways.

The light that filtered through the shutters of Bort’s room was suddenly eerily similar to how the sun would caress Cinnabar’s old room at the dormitory, just a moment before Phos walked into the room to snuggle beside them. The wallpaper too was similar, with its peachy, little flowers: the more Cinnabar looked at it, the more alike it became. If they closed their eyes, their mind would make Cinnabar believe that Phos could burst in the room at any moment.

Cinnabar’s fingers clutched the cup tightly, almost spilling its contents. They needed to talk with someone.

They ran their eyes around the room, looking for an excuse not to do it. Their gaze was met by cardboard boxes and clothes, half-read books and scribbled papers. Along with the white ceiling, their newly-moved in possessions had started to judge Cinnabar’s unpacking plans, or lack thereof. It was too much work just for the sake of running away from anxiety.

Cinnabar ran a hand through their hair, debated about washing it when their fingers hit a snag in the middle, discarded even this task as too demanding, stared at the wall for a solid minute and then stood up. They walked to the telephone and placed the handset to their ear to make a call. Their chest was thumping. They truly hoped that Bort would answer because Cinnabar did not know if they could muster enough desperation to call them again later.

The mid-ranged pitch of the dial tone filled Cinnabar’s ears as they waited for the Naval Academy’s secretary to connect the call to their friend. Cinnabar held their breath, their fingers torturing the telephone’s cord. Bort was the kind of person to be home on a Sunday morning, but what did Cinnabar know.

“Yes?” and then Bort’s voice reached Cinnabar from the other side of the country and Shinsha felt guilty for being so annoying and insecure, but they still let out a breath of relief.

“It’s me…”

“Shinsha? Something’s up?”

“No, how’re you doing? How’s school there?”

“It’s okay. Tight schedule.”

Of course it would be; some people dared make plans for the future and then work to make them a reality.

“Don’t overwork yourself.”

“I’m here to learn.”

“Okay.”

“So, what’s up?”

“What’s up with what?” Cinnabar twisted the cord around their finger once more. Their grip was so tight it almost hurt.

“You calling. Is it Dia? Are they… okay?”

“Yeah, they’re fine.”

“Good.”

A couple of seconds was all it would take Bort to inquire about Cinnabar again, so they forced themselves to keep talking.

“I moved in.”

“Oh, good. How did it go?”

“Good, yeah, it’s fine.”

“Clean up every other day, you promised.”

Ugh.

“Yeah, yeah, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that. I’m coming back for my birthday.”

“Fine, I’ll try.”

“Good.”

A few seconds elapsed and Bort’s pragmatism focused its attention back before Cinnabar could pile up the courage to hang up the phone.

“Something’s up,” they pronounced their verdict.

“Nothing’s up.”

“You wouldn’t call if nothing’s up.”

“Well, I just did.”

“I can drag it out of you, I don’t mind.”

Suddenly the thought of speaking with Bort only to have someone agree with them was no longer that appealing. Cinnabar stayed silent for a few seconds, still debating whether to tell their friend or not. Then they pushed the words past their lips.

“Guess who’s back…”

“What?”

“Back. Guess who’s back after five fucking years.”

“Wh-“ a pause, the time for Bort’s voice to betray emotion, “for real?”

“Yeah.”

“What do they want? Did you talk?”

“Hell if I know, and no, we didn’t and it’s great this way.”

“Are they out of their mind? Was Antarc there?”

There was a line of disbelief in the way Bort pronounced Antarcticite’s name. Back then, they had taken a strong liking to Antarc’s interests and it was Antarc who had inspired them to pursue a career in the military. While Bort had still judged biased Phos’ rushed choices, they had never been able to be angry at Antarc for what happened. As much as they were trying to keep their interest in check for Cinnabar’s sake, it still showed.

“Euc says they’re alone. I don’t know, I don’t wanna know.”

The line went silent once more. Cinnabar could hear the gears turning in Bort’s mind as their younger friend thought of something worth saying, settling for the simple efficiency of silence when nothing valuable came up. Bort was the person you turned to when you needed a swift solution, not comfort, but Cinnabar’s list of friends was thin.

“Are you okay?” they finally asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel. I shouldn’t even feel anything, it’s just… Phos-level bullshit all over again, why should I care... I know where this is going, it’s always the same, it’s stupid, and I don’t wanna- but I still do… I still care anyway. Like, it’s affecting me, I’m stupid. Please tell me I shouldn’t care, hit me with a stick or something.”

“Don’t self-deprecate your way out of this. What’s exactly the problem?”

“Phos is my problem!”

“Shinsha!”

Cinnabar pinched the bridge of their nose, feeling older and more bitter than their years. The exhaustion from a night spent outdoors like an emotionally wrecked vagrant was washing over them in waves of anger and disillusion, leaving Cinnabar more drained each time it pulled back.

“It’s my fault,” they murmured, “I’m afraid. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I still… I think about it cause I’m stupid and now they’re back, like… it’s them again. They’re right here. What do you think they want? Do they wanna talk? Why now? How dare they… and it’s my fault because I’m still thinking about it, I just… I wish they’d go away. I wish they’d disappear, that I’d disappear, I don’t wanna see where this is going.”

“You don’t owe them anything, Shinsha. Ignore them. They didn’t even apologize. I don’t want you to be caught up in that again. Just leave them be.”

“Isn’t that childish?”

“Phos is childish. They up and leave and now they’re back. They’re unreliable.”

“But what if there’s a reason, why do you think they came back?”

“Because they’re bored. Probably not even Antarc could stand it. They played their little games, messed something up so now they come back like a kicked puppy. And they’re still arrogant about it.”

“Yeah…” this too was familiar. Bort’s rage, the way they described Phos, Phos’ mistakes. The remnants of some old instinct were telling Cinnabar they should defend Phos and Cinnabar almost did because Bort was being harsh, fueling Cinnabar’s desire for anger to the point of spilling it- and Cinnabar was unprepared to deal with the excess of emotion. It left a bitter taste in their mouth.

“They leave, they disappear, they come back. Don’t let this get to your head, you did nothing wrong.”

“Okay.”

“And I… I don’t want to see you hurt again.”

Cinnabar nodded, as if Bort could see them from the other side of the phone and of the country. They sounded like a numb, obedient puppy and it was so pathetic that they were tempted to hang the phone again and spare Bort the spectacle.

“Alright. I’ll send you my timetable, pass it around. Just don’t call me when I’m busy. Especially Euc. I can’t spend all my time at the phone.”

“Don’t worry.”

“I’m coming back for my birthday, I have a leave. I can show you the uniform…”

“Cool, I’d love that.”

The line went silent for a moment, leaving Bort the time to recover from the embarrassment of opening up.

“Ask Dia to help you clean up, they’re better than you at least.”

“Thanks.”

“Talk to you soon.”

“See ya,” and, with a click, Bort hung up and the line went silent again. It took Cinnabar a moment to realize that they had been left with the burden of dropping the news that Bort would be visiting to Dia.

They let themselves fall on the bed with a loud groan, feeling the first pangs of a headache crawling their way through Cinnabar’s consciousness. They could always hope that one worry would drive away the other.

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #cinnaphos #cinnabar #phosphophyllite #bort #fic tag #1960s au

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365daysofsasuhina · 6 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Forty-Two: That’s the Plan ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura ] [ SasuHina, NaruSaku ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

“So, think you can pull this off for me?”

A hand rubs over a chin with a thoughtful hum. “Okay, so...uh…” Pause. “...go over it one more time for me?”

Deadpanning, Sasuke heaves a small sigh. “...I managed to get Hinata and I some vacation time from the force, and -”

“What do you mean managed...you run the thing! Can’t you just...get up and leave whenever you want?”

“Naruto...given that you’re next in line to be Hokage, the notion you believe that sort of thing possible is worrying. No, I can’t just get up and leave. I had to make arrangements. Plan ahead. So nothing would be left uncovered, and the rest of the force could prepare. Got it?”

“...yeah, got it.”

A pause as he waits for another interruption. When one is not forthcoming, Sasuke goes on. “...so, since we have some time - a week - I want to take her up north to Cha no Kuni.”

“Ooh, good choice!”

“...but I want to have everything all packed up the day before, so I can surprise her. I need you and Sakura to just...get Hinata out of the house for a while. Think you can handle that?”

“Oh sure, sure! That’ll be a piece of cake! How long ya need?”

“Probably a few hours, just to be safe. She already knows we have this Saturday off. That’s the day we’ll start getting ready, and you guys will keep her busy. Then we’ll leave Sunday morning. Or, that’s the plan, anyway.”

“All right, I gotcha! We can do that no problem! One distracted Hinata, coming right up!”

“And it should go without saying -” (but this is Naruto they’re talking about) “- but don’t mention anything about this to her. Nothing about the vacation, or where we’re going, or the time off. All she needs to know is that you guys want to see her for a while, and I’ve got to stay home to...work on a report.” He doesn’t actually have an alibi yet, but...he’ll come up with something.

“Sure thing! I’ll talk to Sakura about it tonight, and we’ll plan something out in advance. And if things go a little wonky, we’ll make it up as we go! I’m great at that!”

Oh, sure you are… “All right then. If not sooner, I’ll see you Saturday.”

The blond gives a mock salute. “Aye aye!”

Unfortunately, the few days pass in a sluggish drone. While it’s more than easy for Sasuke to keep up routine and let nothing slip, his eagerness borders on annoying. They haven’t really had a proper vacation since they started working in the revitalized police force, let alone since they become a couple. As far as he’s concerned, this entire getaway is long overdue. And waiting is practically torture.

Come Friday, he makes his first move, hinting at the large report he has to work on. “I’ll probably need to come in and do a little overtime.”

Putting on her coat at the door, Hinata pauses. “...really? I was hoping we could do something this weekend, since we actually have it off for once…”

Facade perfect, Sasuke gives a small shrug. “Well, we’ll see how Sunday goes. But tomorrow, at least, I better come in for a few hours. Maybe we can get dinner after. How’s that sound?”

“...that would be nice.”

Shuffling things around, he then pauses. “...it’s been a while since you’ve been out yourself, you know. Maybe you should pop in on Sakura tomorrow while I chip at this.”

“I don’t want to be out having fun while you’re stuck working!”

“Hinata, I don’t mind. It’s your weekend, too. I want you to enjoy it.”

Lips purse in a pout, and Sasuke can’t help but flicker eyes to them for a moment wantingly. “...it doesn’t seem fair…”

“A lot of things in life aren’t fair. But this is hardly one I’m going to cry over, Hinata. Call her tonight and see if she’s free. Then we’ll get something to eat once I’m done, okay?”

“Oh...okay.”

The walk home is uneventful, and Sasuke busies himself while Hinata dials her friend’s number, already knowing what will be said. He listens in nonetheless, appearing focused on dinner and smirking a bit to himself as he hears plans being made. Phase one, complete.

The pair wake a bit late the next morning, nevertheless sleeping in a bit on a day off. Hinata rises first to make breakfast, and Sasuke gathers up his fake report. “What’s all that for, anyway?” she asks.

“Oh, apparently someone from out of town was involved in a scuffle the other day. The paperwork is a bit more a headache because they’re not local, but it shouldn’t take much to finish up. A few hours, maybe.”

“Hm...I must have missed that one.”

“It wasn’t anything notable besides it being someone from another village.”

Just as he starts doing up dishes, Hinata changing into informal clothes, a knock sounds at the door. Sasuke opens it, spying Sakura just outside. She beams, affording a momentary wink. “Hey Sasuke-kun! Hinata-chan ready yet?”

“I think she’s just finishing up. Thanks for giving her something to do while I wrap up that assignment.”

“Of course! It’s not like I’m ever opposed to seeing her, right?” Once the Hyūga emerges, Sakura begins gushing about some sale going on in the heart of the village. “And Naruto should have a little time off early this afternoon, so we can all have lunch!”

Hinata wilts a bit. “Oh...but, without Sasuke…?”

“Oh, I’m sure he doesn’t mind!”

“Not in the least,” Sasuke agrees from the kitchen sink.

That earns a soft huff of laughter. “Oh...all right.”

“I’ll send a hawk once I’m done, and you can meet me somewhere, Hinata.”

“Okay...try not to die of boredom?”

“I’ll give it my best effort.”

Only once they’ve been gone long enough does he peek out the window, senses stretching and finding the compound empty of signatures save for that of his niece, nephew, and brother’s wife in the house next door. Nodding curtly to himself, Sasuke gets to work packing.

A few blocks away by that point, Hinata watches her surroundings idly as Sakura rambles about some recent shinobi gossip. She’ll admit, she’s a bit out of the loop now that most of her time is spent either on duty with the police, or with the new branch of her family.

“And I don’t know why Shikamaru tries to hide it, it’s plain as day! Temari’s running out of excuses about why she’s showing up in Konoha so often.”

“Mm.”

The rosette glances over curiously. “Hey...you listening?”

“Oh, yes! Sorry - I’m just a little tired. Work is busy.”

“So I’ve heard! Y’know, I’m so glad you and Sasuke-kun get to work together like that. And you both seem really happy in your jobs!”

“We are! It’s not as...glamorous or exciting as shinobi work, but it’s important, you know? N-not that shinobi work isn’t! But it just feels a bit more...connected to the people of the village. We work with them, rather than...for them.”

“Ahh, I gotcha! I think that suits you really well, Hinata-chan - you’re so personable!”

“I...I am?”

“Of course you are! I mean, look at you: you tamed the most anti-social, temperamental man in the village,” Sakura teases, smirking slyly. “If that doesn’t mean you’ve got the patience and virtues of a goddess, I dunno what does.”

“S-Sakura-chan!”

They skim the many shops collaborating mark downs of their goods, talking all the while and continuing to catch up. By early afternoon, they each have a few bags (much to Hinata’s guilt - she tries to be frugal…), and meet up with Naruto at Ichiraku.

Sakura gives her fiance a smile that clearly says, “Mess this up, and you’re sleeping on the couch for a week!”

“How ya been, Hinata-chan?!”

“I’m g-good, Naruto-kun! How goes your training with Kakashi-sensei?”

“Ugh, it’s such a drag - he hounds me like one of his ninken!”

“You’re starting to sound like Shikamaru-kun!”

They all take seats in the ramen bar, food steaming in the chilly air. “Man, I can’t wait for Spring to get here...I want there to be grass and blue skies again!”

“I think we’re all feeling that way,” Sakura sighs in agreement with the blond. “What I’d give to see a flower blooming, or a bee buzzing! I try to go to the onsen to feel a little heat, but...you always have to get back out again.”

“I haven’t been to one in far too long…” Hinata admits sheepishly.

“Well, you’ll have to do that next week!”

Sakura jolts at Naruto’s words, Hinata glancing curiously. “Next week…?”

Realizing his mistake, he goes stock still, blinking. “Uh...y-y’know...it’s supposed to be extra cold! So...it’d be a good time for it, huh?”

“Funny, I hadn’t heard that…”

Behind Hinata and out of sight, Sakura death glares.

“But uh...guess you’re pretty busy with work, huh?”

“Yeah. Poor Sasuke still has something to do today, I feel so bad…”

“Nah, the teme’s used to it. But maybe one of these days he’ll learn how to take a break, huh?”

“I hope so.”

They stand around and chat once the meal is over, and Hinata jumps a bit as a hawk lands on a nearby awning with a screech.

“Looks like someone’s done a little early!” Sakura chirps with a smile.

Letting the avian land upon her arm, Hinata retrieves a message that confirms as much. “I hate to just eat and run…”

“Nah, don’t sweat it!” Naruto wiggles his eyebrows. “We don’t wanna keep you two apart, huh?”

Sakura sighs and gives his shoulder a shove. “Oh, leave her alone. But he’s right, Hinata-chan. You head home and spend the rest of your day with him! We’ll see you around, ne?”

“Thank you both for a l-lovely afternoon!”

“Same to you!”

The pair wave her off as she jogs back down the road, before Sakura braces a hand on her hip, cocking a leg and giving Naruto a look. “Do you know how close you were to blowing it?”

“I’m sorry! It just...slipped my mind for a sec!”

“Well, at least you covered it up...I don’t think she really noticed. You’re just such a knucklehead! C’mon, let’s go home - to make up for it, you can carry my bags.”

“All right, all right…”

Making her way back through the compound gate, Hinata waves to their neighbors before hopping up the steps to the front door. “Tadaima!”

“Okaeri - in the kitchen.”

Making her way into the house, Hinata slows a bit at...suitcases by the door? There’s a blink, brow furrowing. “...um...Sasuke…?”

Emerging, said Uchiha dries his hands on a towel. “I think I got everything.”

“...everything? Everything for...for what?”

He nods to the bags. “Our vacation.”

Large eyes blink once. Twice. And then go round as her jaw drops. “Y-you mean, we’re -?”

“I hope the dobe didn’t spoil it...gods know why I trusted him to help keep you busy. But surely Sakura kept things under control.”

“I...b-but...where are we going?”

“Cha no Kuni. For a week. Just you, and me. I figured it’s about time we take a break and get away from things for a while.” A smirk curls his lips.

“So...that report, and Sakura-chan...that was all…?”

“A brilliant plan by yours truly to make this all a surprise.”

Finally, it seems to sink in. Squealing, Hinata closes the distance, jumping up to wrap arms around his neck with a laugh. “You really h-had me going, there! I thought you were serious!”

“An Uchiha must be able to lie about anything. Even the mundane.”

Giving him a look, Hinata presses a kiss to his lips. “Well...I don’t like you lying to me. But for this, I’ll make an exception.”

“Fair enough. So...still want that dinner date? Or should we call it a night early tonight, so we can get going in the morning?”

“You know I won’t be able to sleep! I’m too excited!”

“Well...we could pull an all nighter…”

Between Sasuke’s hinting tone and smoldering look, Hinata goes beet red. “...w...we could do that…”

“Well then...we’ll order some take out, and make it a night in…”

What's this? A post before midnight? What black magic is this?! All kidding aside, I'm gonna TRY to be better about posting earlier! I wanted to have this done even earlier today, but...baby steps, lol This prompt took a little thinking to come up with a plan (heh), but in the end I really liked this one! It also turned out a good share longer than normal, so...woo! While I DO like to portray Sasuke's relationship with his teammates a bit more tensely post-war (aka a bit more realistic imo, given all they did to each other), sometimes it's nice to have them get along for a change. At the very least, Naruto and Sakura make good distractions! And Hinata was totally clueless - she better enjoy all of Sasuke's hard work! And maybe even a bit before they leave, huehue ;3 Anywho, that's a wrap for tonight! Thanks so much for reading!

#uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura #sasuhina #narusaku #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]#365daysofsasuhina

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latenightscribbles13 · 6 years ago

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Friends with Benefits (M)

»Ugh,« you huff, irritated, dropping to the sofa with a can of beer in the right hand.

Joonyoung moves away, looking at you in disbelief. “You just got here and you’re already annoyed?” You can clearly hear the amusement behind his words. Asshole.

You shoot him a nasty look, leaving him without a reply as you busy yourself with the beer, downing the can in one go. You burp vigorously, and stand up to get another one.

“Ok, it’s serious. What’s wrong?” he asks, still slightly amused, and maybe even impressed.

You sit down next to him, sighing. “It’s been forever.” You start the second beer, only this time at a calm pace.

“What has?” Joonyoung seems at a loss.

“You know …” you mumble, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. As he doesn’t say anything, you clear your throat and try again. “Since I’ve erm … Had uh … A dude.” You gulp down some more beer.

Joonyoung chuckles, relieved it’s nothing grave. Well, it sort of was, but nothing that couldn’t be mended any time soon. “So you’re lonely? You want a cuddle buddy, someone to take you out and make you feel special?” You can tell he’s mocking you slightly. “I can do that for you, no problem.” He winks, and helps himself to some dried squid. You cringe in disgust.

“I’m not that bad,” he protests, sulking.

“Sure, sure, whatever. Thanks for the offer, but that’s not what I really need right now. What I need is um …”

“Oh, for the love of god, just spit it out already.” If there’s one thing he hates, it’s beating around the bush instead of getting straight to the point.

“Sex. That’s what I need. S-E-X. Happy?” you snap, finally getting it out of your system. That felt good. And a tad embarrassing. You need more beer.

He seems taken aback for a second. You’ve never been the type to openly discuss anything that could make you blush and stutter. You weren’t opposed to listening to other people’s stories, but you never usually shared your own. So for a moment, Joonyoung’s at a loss for words.

“Let’s watch some TV,” you say quickly, when you see him opening his mouth. You find the remote and put on a random drama, pretending to be extremely interested in it. Of course, he isn’t fooled and continues with the subject you’ve just brought up.

“So … You’ve been needy lately, huh?” Even when you don’t look at him, you can clearly picture that smirk of his that predicts an evening-long roast and teasing. You’ll just have to take it. With a lot of alcohol. Your stomach’s too upset to eat, so you just keep drinking.

“Mhm.” Your eyes are fixed on the screen.

“So why don’t you just go out and take a pick?” he suggests. Apparently tonight, he’s in the counselling mood. What a relief.

“Nah. You know I can’t just hook-up with a random person.”

He rolls his eyes. “Then hook up with someone you know.”

You snort loudly, finally looking at him. “Yeah, why don’t I just send a group text to some of my buddies, and see who’s up for it.” You turn back to the screen, murmuring crazy idiot to yourself.

“I heard that, “ Joon says pointedly. “But anyways. I didn’t mean your best buddies, maybe just somebody you’ve met and liked. But hey … If the spot is open, I happily volunteer.”

At that, you spit out the beer you were just about to gulp. It comes out of your nose, as well, making you tear up and cough wildly. You run to the bathroom to get some tissues, while pulling yourself together. Joon is still on the couch, watching you. “You ok?”

You clear your throat one more time, wiping the last droplets off your face. “Yep, all good,” you croak. “Good one.” You pat him on the shoulder.

“I wasn’t kidding. You need help and I am more than willing to help you.” His tone of voice is different than usual. He actually sounds … serious. And seductive, using his deep singing voice. You turn back to him, surprised by his eyes that seem darker than before. You’ve never seen him like this, and you still aren’t sure whether he’s playing a prank on you or not.

“Like I said, I don’t want to fuck a friend.” You try to sound as blunt as possible, so he would cut it out.

He doesn’t seem convinced. “It’s much better this way. You both get something out of it, you can be comfortable and no one gets hurt afterwards. It’s like a favour between friends.”

Now you’re the one to stare at him in disbelief. “No one gets hurt? Comfortable? When has this ever worked for you? I really want to know.” You keep your eyes on him, while opening another can. By this time, you’re already buzzing. He follows your lead.

“Well, I haven’t tried it out yet, but if you think about it, it makes sense. We can both simply tell each other what we like and dislike, and enjoy a perfectly pleasurable night together. And neither will expect anything more out of it, so we can go back to being buddies. End of story.” He sounds confident in his statements. So confident, he almost has you convinced.

You don’t know what to say, and to distract yourself from his expectant gaze, you ask, “Where do you get this stuff from?”

He sighs, seeing you’re still unsure about it. “For example, there was even a movie about it. The one we saw together. With Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake.”

You search your brain for the title, the story sounding a bit familiar. “Friends with Benefits? That one?”

“Yes,” he shouts out excitedly. “That’s the one.”

“You do realize they end up falling in love with each other in the end? Not exactly what we’re going for, buddy.”

“Do they?” he wonders aloud. “Doesn’t matter, won’t happen with us. So, what do you say?”

You sigh loudly, trying your best to clear your head. The beer is really getting to you. Too much so, it seems, as you can hear yourself say, “Fine. Let’s give it a shot.”

“R-really?” Your answer takes him by surprise. He isn’t ready for it. He sits up straight, trying to appear manly. “Well. Let’s do it, then.”

You nod, staying in your place. He doesn’t move either. How do you even go about this?

You both stay still for a minute or so, then Joon finally moves closer to you. He looks at you, first your eyes, then your lips. And keeps looking at them, while he inches closer to your face. You suddenly feel a knot in your stomach. This is so weird. You’re about to kiss Joon. What the fuck?

He suddenly comes to a halt, waiting for you to close the little distance left between you two. But you are frozen in place. Maybe because it really has been a while since you’ve been with a man or simply because Joon is your friend and it makes absolutely no sense to kiss him.

“I can’t do this,” you blurt out, standing up. He leans back, visibly confused. Apparently, he was ready to go for it. “Sorry, but it’s too weird. Let me get some water. You want some?”

Before he can answer, you rush off to the kitchen, sticking your burning face into the fridge to cool down. You’ve definitely drunk too much. You take two bottle of water, and head back to the living room. Joon is back to his end of the couch, watching the telly. You hand him the bottle, observing him closely. “So we’re okay?” you check, just in case.

He’s back to his usual goofy self. “Sure, no big deal,” he laughs, motioning you to sit next to him. You do, and you spend the next hour and a half watching silly dramas. Neither of you say much, so you just keep your eyes glued to the screen. You try to push the thought of before out of your mind. It seems like a weird dream, anyways.

You don’t know when you doze off. You rest your head on Joon’s shoulder, and then stretch out on the couch, resting your head in his lap. You’ve done this many times before, so it came to you naturally. From somewhere far away, you feel his fingers stroke your hair, lulling you deeper into sleep. It feels really nice. And just before you completely drift away, you feel something soft and warm on your temple. You let out a sleepy noise, turning around so you’re faced upwards, towards Joon. You open your eyes and are startled by the proximity of his face to yours. Apparently, it was his lips you felt on your temple. The room is semi dark, and you aren’t sure whether you’re really dreaming this time. You know what’s going to happen next, but you don’t move away. He bends down, closing the distance between you two yet again, only this time he doesn’t stop until your lips lock. The kiss is gentle and soft, and somehow doesn’t feel awkward.

He moves away, scanning your face for signs of rejections. His eyes are hooded, as if in a dreamlike state. You get up, sitting down next to him. Your take your cold hands to his cheeks, pulling him back to you. The kisses turn hungrier and more desperate, and you feel the urge rise with each touch. You haven’t felt that in a while.

His hands are roaming your back and caressing the bare skin of your waist, while your fingers slip from his cheeks into his hair. Luckily, he has a lot of hair for you to play with and tug at. At one point, he grabs you by the hips, pulling you into his lap, so you’re sitting on top of him, with one knee to each side. The kisses are getting messy, with tongues intertwining and teeth clashing. You have never pictured Joon would be this good a kisser. He always gave off that lazy vibe, but right now, you can’t see any of it. His hands are now busy with your ass, and his lips leave yours, so you can catch some breath. He continues his path down your neck, leaving behind wet reddish marks. After stopping at one particularly sensitive spot, you can’t stop yourself from moaning out loud.

He pauses, lifting his head to look at you. “I like the sound of that,” he says breathily, readjusting himself under you so you are now crotch to crotch, and returns to work on your neck. Your hips grind on him automatically, as he keeps adding pressure to your butt. The soft material of your leggings gives in under the rough feeling of is jean-clothed dick rubbing against your core. His lips move to your cleavage, and you keep grinding your hips against him, creating delicious friction. Soon enough, you feel the familiar heat spread around your core, and you start moving faster. He can sense the change in you, and gets where you’re headed. One of his hands moves to your breast, fondling it intensely while his mouth is working on your other clothed breast. The heat is getting unbearable, threatening to spill over at any moment, and you keep grinding, hoping for the sweet release. When you start shaking lightly, Joon brings his mouth back to yours, teasing you with his tongue and capturing your bottom lip with his teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, and in the next few seconds, you cum. Your body is seized by a cramp, every one of your muscles clenching tightly, and you keep Joon as close to you as possible. Your moans and cries are stifled by his mouth, as he keeps kissing you, and swaying your hips lightly to help you ride out your orgasm.

As you slowly retrieve your senses, you pull away and let out a shaky sigh. God, you’ve been missing this so fucking much. Joon is watching you in pure bliss. “That was quite a sight,” he murmurs. “And I thought you’d be too shy to do anything.”

You chuckle, pulling him in for another kiss. Finally you notice the poor guy needs his release as well, as the jeans are restricting his hardness under you. Your hand slips to his crotch, stroking the bulge gently. Joon grunts in response, placing his hand over yours, making you press down harder. “You sure like to play around.”

“Just a little bit,” you say with a sly smile, pushing his hand away to undo the zipper. You pull down his jeans, immediately followed by his boxers. You discard of your own bottoms, as well, and straddle him again. You rub your wetness against his member a few times, prolonging the torture. “You like that?” you purr into his ear.

“Uh-huh.” He can’t say much, as your movements keep him in a state of agony.

You finally take mercy on him, and take his cock into your hand, leading him to your entrance. Slowly, you descend, wrapping him up in your warm juices. You both need a second to get used to the feeling, savouring the sensation of fullness, before you move. You start off slowly and with feeling, simply being in the moment and learning what he enjoys most. Your hands are resting on his shoulders for support, while he keeps his grip on your hips to help you move at his desired pace. The faster you go, the more he is losing control. His mouth falls open and his head falls back into the sofa. As you try to keep a steady pace, your legs begin to lose strength, as you start to slow down. “Oh, no, don’t stop now …” he groans, his breathing ragged and uneven. He grabs tighter onto your hips lifting them a bit, and begins thrusting his hips upwards, slamming into you at a crazy pace. Your insides begin to tingle alarmingly, your body awakening for the second time tonight, and this time with even greater intensity. Beads of sweat are trickling down Joon’s face as he keeps his pace, obviously approaching his breaking point at a great speed. You dig your nails into his shoulders as his dick brushes against your aching folds a few times, knowing neither of you will need much more. Swear words are spilling past his lips, as he buries himself into you a few more times, before slamming you down onto him, moaning and grabbing onto you for dear life. You quickly slip your finger down to your clit, pressing and circling it until the climax hits you for the second time tonight, until you collapse onto Joon, both of you equally exhausted from the whole wild ride.

He places pecks from your cheek to your lips, lingering there for a while. Finally, you get up, heading for the shower. Heaven knows you’re in desperate need of one.

“Let’s go together.” Joon is right behind you, getting rid of his shirt on the way.

“You’re a weird friend, Joon.”

Nonetheless, you let him follow you, wondering what other benefits this friendship has to offer.

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