#we're back after a 3 hour nap and a snack

[thevoidstaredback]

Danny smiled from his place on the clocktower roof. He'd been in Gotham for a while now, two years to the day exactly, but he'd never get tired of the view. Sure, he hated not being able to see the stars at night, but there were worse things. He did make sure to leave the city every night to see them, though.

He liked being up high. It reminded him of, not simpler times, but times when he wasn't as alone. Jazz had made her way to Harvard, Tucker was MIT, and Sam was at Pomona. Danny was nowhere.

They say after he turned fourteen, he died. It, to say the least, wasn't a pleasant or painless death, though it didn't hurt past the initial shock and revival. When he was sixteen, he realized he wasn't aging. Sure, Danny Fenton aged until he was sixteen, but Danny Phantom stopped at fourteen. Good for keeping a secret identity, but horrible for wanting to half live normally.

The day after he turned eighteen, exactly four years after he died, Danny disappeared. He left everything behind and hid out in the one place he'd always said he'd avoid. It was the one place no one would look for him. The one place where he was just another face in the crowd.

Gotham City allowed Danny the anonymity that normally came with death. Instead of just another headstone in the graveyard or a body in the harbor, though, he was just another kid on the streets in a busted hoodie and jeans. No one looked twice and no one asked questions.

In the two years he's spent on the streets of Gotham, he's learned a lot. Survival was something all humans are born with, but growing up with neglectful parents amplified that instinct. Dying and becoming an unwilling hero honed those instincts. Living in Gotham gave him a chance to learn more.

Learning the lay of the land was another thing he learned very quickly. Batman is over all of Gotham except for Crime Alley. That's Red Hood's haunt. Gotham Proper was split into blurry lines and shared between Batman and Robin, Red Robin, Orphan, and Spoiler. Nightwing is over Gotham's sister city, Bludhaven. Signal is the only day shift, so he had the most ground to cover in the least amount of time.

Of course, the Rouge's all had their own territories drawn with hard, barely flexible, lines. Black Mask was really the only one to breach those lines by trying to take Crime Alley, but Red Hood had been keeping him in check.

Learning the rules for each territory and how to interact with each person, Rouge or Vigilante, took time, but he managed. His own experiences had probably helped with that.

The next thing Danny had mapped out was where the neutral stations were. Every territory had them. They were places no one attacked because the important ones have standards. In Crime Alley, it's The Club. In Penguin's area, it's the Iceberg Lounge. Ivy marked off Robinson Park. Etcetera. The Joker is really the only major Rouge without a neutral mark on his map, but that's because he's more of an asshole than the rest. An asshole with standards, but an asshole nonetheless.

Very few of those neutral areas were available to spend the night in. Even fewer we're hiring. So, the homeless population of Gotham City stuck to the streets and back alleys.

However, there were two places Danny knew he could go where he'd be safe from scrutiny if someone looked too close at him. The Club in Crime Alley where all the working girls and boys checked in and reported any Bad Johns or Bad Janes, and The Iceberg Lounge in the richer parts of Gotham.

The clocktower was where Danny liked to spend his nights when the streets were too loud and the lights too bright and the fights too close for comfort. Oracle, who was Batman's eye in the sky and ear to the ground, worked from the clocktower, but he made sure to avoid her. It wasn't easy with what's basically super hearing that he can't turn off, but he found a spot near the very top where he could block out all Bat Business. Plausible deniability and all that.

Danny misses the stars. He misses being able to peek his head out of his bedroom window and name of each constellation he could see. He can't do that in Gotham because of the light pollution that clung to the sky like black mold. It was part of the reason he'd sworn to never go to Gotham.

There are Shades in Gotham. Shadows of people who have died but aren't quite ready to move on. He helps them as best he can, but there's so many that he sometimes feels like he's cutting off a Hydra's head. He gets to see results, though. Some days the parks are more colourful, the clouds have drifted enough to let natural sunlight through, and the graveyards are buzzing with thankful energy.

Danny forwent the thought of trying to get a job a while ago. As far as the world is concerned, Danny Fenton is missing, likely dead. Being dead, in case it wasn't well known, is a legal barrier. Sure, most jobs in Gotham didn't do background checks, but Danny didn't really want to join the Goonion. He's just fine living on the streets.

Ectoplasm is scarce compared to Amity Park, but that's to be expected. Besides, the miasma crushing the city like a weighted blanket was enough to sustain his basic abilities. Food was a bit harder to come by, but, like sleep, he could survive longer without it than a living being can. If anyone were to ever ask - though the likelihood of anyone even finding out - how he was alive, his answer was "Photosynthesis, but for ghosts."

Danny liked being just Danny. No name, no responsibilities outside of keeping himself alive.

Danny Fenton, the loser nerd who fell to the bottom of all his classes, who's obsessed with space and everything in it, who could tell you exactly how long it would take to get from Earth to Betelgeuse and back, is dead. He died the day after he turned fourteen.

Danny Phantom, the hatefully loved vigilante who appeared with the throngs of ghosts, who grew more powerful with every fight, who won more fights than he thought he could because there was no other option, is gone. He disappeared after exactly four years.

Danny just exists. He lives on the streets of Gotham City, staying away from trouble because he learned how to recognize it as soon as he could walk. He loves space and finds every opportunity he can to get out and watch the stars and moon and planets. He likes heights because being up that high reminds him of when he was living and not just surviving. Was there really a difference anymore? He hangs out in graveyards and the docks because the dead are so much more tolerable than the living.

Danny liked being just Danny because Danny doesn't have the world of Infinite Realms and Possabilities on his shoulder.

Danny likes to be able to just be for once.

Storyboard Part 2

[darkmuffinstudios]

headcanons 2 electric boogaloo part 103 because i'm still not normal

(The first post cut me off in character limit, so here's the continuation :3)

(These can be general headcanons, found family, queer platonic, or poly if you want to interpret them in any way ^^)

There's couch that can fit then entire gang on it that everyone likes to sit at. Dust dislikes anyone taking his spot, Killer constantly keeps changing spots, Cross always picks his spot last, Horror sits on the floor, and Nightmare sits in a arm chair off to the side.

Killer forces all of the gang to watch movies every so often, typically when things become stale around the castle. The rest all act like they hate it, but Horror still makes popcorn, Dust collects all the blankets, and Cross helps set up the TV.

During the winter, the gang all huddle up in Nightmare's room for a large sleepover. The castle can be big and chilly.

Nightmare used to keep a moderate distance between his subordinates and himself. However, the first time Killer ended up in the infirmary changed that. It was only the two of them, and Nightmare realized the fragility of mortals that day.

Nightmare is a worrier for several reasons.

Nightmare mixes and matches his team in groups of 2, rarely sending any one of his men on solo missions (unless absolutely necessary). Safety in numbers.

Horror's love language is giving gifts and acts of service. He feels conflicted receiving it back, preferring touch instead.

Same with the last point, Horror is a cuddle bug- to Killer's delight.

Dust can't sleep in one, continuous stretch. This results with him taking 2-3 hour power naps at varying times throughout the day.

Horror snores in his sleep. Not loudly, but kind of like a soft rumble with each breath.

Dust likes Horror's snoring. It's therapeutic.

Killer sleeps like a corpse. Still and silent- which is strange when juxtaposed by his usual, lively demeanor.

Cross is an early riser and late sleeper. His circadian rhythm is exact, and runs like clockwork.

We're not going to talk about Killer's sleep schedule. He knows its bad. No one can fix it.

When Cross first joined, he felt extremely guilty for his chocolate cravings. After a while and some encouragement from the others, he finds himself indulging himself (at least in this one regard).

Cross loves sweets, not just chocolate. Chocolate just happens to be one of his favorite things/flavors though.

Cross keeps a mini snack stash in his pocket at all times. On missions, out and about, in his room, training, etc. You can look over at him and see him pop a chocolate kiss in his mouth. His one guilty pleasure.

Nightmare and Dust enjoy their fair share of alcoholic drinks. Nightmare has quite the collection- ranging from various years of quality, make, and base. Of course, they are all expensive.

Horror and Cross are indifferent to alcohol. They may indulge in it when there is a special occasion, but otherwise they don't go out of their way.

Killer is the only one that does not enjoy alcohol. If you see him drinking, leave him be. Bro is probably going through it.

Dust sometimes wears glasses to read. Depends on if he cares to put them on or not.

Out of the group, Cross is the designated driver. Nightmare not only doesn't know how to, but also doesn't have full peripheral vision. Horror and Dust would get stressed out/overstimulated on the road.

Killer is the backup driver, but there is a 80% chance of the car crashing at the end. Despite this, he's one hell of a getaway driver.

Horror likes to spend time out in the garden.

Killer is the only one which has explored every room/inch in the castle. He sometimes uses secret passages to scare the others, or cut his walking time in half.

Cross has a nervous habit of fidgeting with his heart locket.

Dust has claustrophobia. Small spaces, large crowds, feeling trapped? He'll come out swinging.

Everyone knows this and always is careful to make sure Dust has an easy out whenever they nap together.

Nightmare is always the one to attend to any of their wounds when they get hurt on missions. He fusses and lectures and rants the whole time he's bandaging them up, mending broken bones, treating illnesses. Everyone knows its because he cares.

Dust get sick the easiest. Because his own magic is trying to boil him alive from the inside out sometimes.

Killer is the least likely to get sick.

Nightmare can't get sick.

Okay, well, Nightmare can, but it would have to be like. the plague to end all plagues.

Nightmare doesn't let any of the boys buy apples.

The only times Horror wears his hood over his head is if its raining/snowing. His head gets itchy if he wears it up for too long.

Killer has a knife on him at all times. You can pat this man down, take off a couple of knives, and he can still shank you afterwards.

All of them, to some extent, have trust issues. They learn to trust each other over time, though.

Nightmare hangs up pictures of his boys up in his office. He even frames them.

Nightmare has a secret picture tucked in a drawer in his desk. It's a drawing that Dream had made for him (a crude drawing of the both of them in a field of flowers), one he had safely folded and tucked into his favorite book as a child.

After the whole apple fiasco, the book barely survived (the picture along with it) and Nightmare rereads it whenever he's feeling sentimental.

Killer is extremely nosy. If he can't get what he wants by asking/prodding, he'll snoop. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back and all.

I don't remember if I mentioned this in the other post, but Nightmare's bed is HUGE. Like King Deluxe plus plus. It also has those fancy canopy, curtain things that can close around the bed.

Killer's bed doesn't have a bedframe, just a mattress.

Dust's bed is circular and decently big. It also has that drape canopy that can cover it, as well as a shit ton of pillows.

Horror gets cold easily.

Nightmare makes sure Horror gets enough blankets during particular cold nights. Maybe a heater too.

Killer has a bad habit of sleeping in other people's rooms. He just barges in and makes himself at home. Over time, the others have let him get away with it.

Lots of mirrors in the castle were taken down after Dust shattered the first few.

That doesn't stop Killer from having a full body one in his room though.

Cross has a favorite training dummy.

Horror names his weapons and kitchen tools. He tends to keep that to himself.

Killer, weirdly enough, knows how to repair clothes. Hole in your jacket? He can stitch it back fairly neatly.

Dust has ripped quite a few sets of clothes in his days. He's gotten used to shrugging them off and dumping them on Killer.

Killer always returns Dust's stuff with a little chocolate inside the pocket/with it (probably stolen from Cross's stash).

When Horror gets anxious, he starts to pick at the crack in his head. To stop this habit, he just sits on his hands.

Nightmare thinks its a little amusing that Horror sits on his hands. Hey, if it works for Horror, then that's all the king needs.

Whenever Nightmare needs to run errands, he always brings Cross with him and lets Killer hold down the fort in his absence.

Cross works hard with Nightmare every year to ensure that their realm can't be found by anyone else. Encrypting code, manipulating magic, etc. While this is an annual thing that they do, Cross checks up on the state of it every month diligently.

Nightmare and Killer like the ocean. They visit it sometimes.

Horror makes sure to create meals that are balanced, healthy, and to preference. Also likes to keep the fridge stocked up.

Cross and Dust sometimes play chess with each other.

The whole gang (minus Nightmare) love playing cards.

Uno cards are banned from the castle after Nightmare repaired the three large holes in his castle wall.

Horror puts all of his food scraps in a compost bin and recycles it into his garden.

Aaaaand that's the limit again.

Very silly to think about, but I might make a separate one concerning ships/bsp because my mind started to wander LMAOOOOO

Hope you enjoy these!

[jakesangel]

late night drive with jake ꣑୧ - requested

notes : there you go bby @yunjaeda >.< i hope it's as good as you thoight i would make it <3 - not proofread i’m sorry :/

it's 10 pm and as your about to turn the lights off, you hear your front door ringing. knowing it can only be one person, at this late hour, you happily open the door already smiling thinking of jake making you an unnoticed surprise. hello, my love, he says as he hugs you tight. your precious boyfriend is only wearing his large hoodie paired w his sweatpants, but with his cute bare face and messy hairstyle, he looks more huggable than ever. i couldn't help til tomorrow to see you, he murmured in your hair, as he hugs you impossibly tighter. you can only chuckle and pet his hair as you know his embrace last usually long. the silence is comfortable, jake small pecks on your neck making you laugh from time to time earning to feel his smile on ur your skin. when he finally thinks his daily quota of hugging you is reached, he pulls back in a jump, too eager to tell you tonight's plan, actually i'm not staying here tonight, BUT before you pout at me and i'll give you everything, he starts teasing you, i have a surprise. follow me ?

and here you are, in the passenger seat, you know jake loves when you touch his hair, so as you wait for him to get ready, you brush the hair on his nap, making him slow down in his movement and hum as he enjoys your touch. he closes his eyes, and softly smile, silently thanking you for your sudden affection. he takes your hand away, and kiss it before putting it back on your leg, as much as i love it, i need to focus baby, he sadly say, finally starting the engine, where are we going btw ? you ask. he softly chuckle, eyes still on the road, no where baby, i just want to spend time with you. like late night drive ? oh by the way, can you connect my phone to the car, i made a playlist specially for this. his eyes rapidly move from the road to you, as he wants to see your reaction to his well thought playlist. his smile gets wider as he sees yours, happy to make you happy. car rides with the one who drives me crazy ? jake- you laugh, you're unbelivable, as you keep on laughing, what ? you always drive me crazy baby~ he replies back, his flirty side coming out. come on put it on !

the car ride goes smoothly, the car filled with laugher, the front windows rolled down, making your hair and his, fly around, making the atmosphere even funnier I PASS THE MIC, YOU STAY STILL YOU STAY YOU STAY, you guys sing-scream along the loud beat. your happy jake took a road far away from the city, the both of you would have waken up everyone. you laugh as you're done singing, followed my jake who slows the car. oh ? why are you slowing down ? you nevoursly ask, i thought we were having fun ? he juts looks at you with his trustful smile of his. he takes your hand in his, and hold it along the hand brake, don't worry baby, my surprise isn't just a car drive. aren't you wondering why we're so far away from the city ?

after stoping the engine, he goes around the car really fast, opening your door and offering his hand to help you, after you my lady, he playfully says. he then leads you to the back of the car, and open the truck only for you to see a plaid beautifully laid in it along with fairy light and snacks he thoughtfully paid. i thoight we could also stargaze, he turns you around and lower himself to look deeply in your eyes. what do you think ? he says with a smile hiding a hint of overthinking. jake- you're so... ? you're found speechless, his affection filling your body. you have the most thoughtful and caring boyfriend and he still show signs of insecurity, you're unbelievable, jake. you finally say as you hug him by the neck tight. you're so perfect, i love you, you whisper to his ear, not knowing what else to say but gets you're currently feeling. and hearing this makes him wrap his arm tighter around your waist and dig his head further into your neck, feeling proud of himself but mostly feeling joy as he knows and feels you love him.

after this heartfelt moment, he takes your hand again to help you jump in the truck, careful princess, he says as he put a hand on your forehead. he follows you, and bring you close to him, your head in between his laid arm n his chest. he hums in contentment, like always when he is in contact with you. as the silent falls comfortly between the two of you, you look up to him and his good looking side profile. tho the stars is beautiful, your boyfriend's agape lips is prettier to look at. his tall nose always digging into your neck, or his lips always saying sweet things to you. the said lips finally break into a laugh, jake's embarrassment coming out of his body, why are you looking at me, the show is ahead of you, he says, finally looking at you, i have a prettier star to look at, earning a shy laugh from him. it's rare occurrence you flirt with jake as he is usually the one making you fold, but everytime you do so, his shyness comes out. you're gonna be the death of me, his eyes falls on your lips, which doesn't go unnoticed from you. you come closer to jake, your hand coming up to his chest, signaling him to kiss you, which he totally gives in, his hand coming to your cheeks before diving in.

the kiss starts slow and soft, him wanting to pour nothing but his love for you. his thumb stroking your skin softly and his i love you's, fills you with nothing but warmth. it's only when he is out of breath, chasing your lips when you try to bake away, he breaks the kiss, but keeping you close, his forehead on yours, god i love you so much, y/n.

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[levi-supreme]

Levi taking care of you when you're sick

Characters: Levi x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Established relationship. Levi is the best lover anyone can ever ask for. A little self-indulgent. Use of nicknames (princess, baby, babe, love).

A/N: I'm down with a fever and all I want is to have Levi take care of me so, please enjoy this little drabble of Levi taking care of you <3 tbh this can also be for a gender neutral reader, but I decided to tag it as fem!reader because of the nicknames, so read it at your own discretion!!

You woke up feeling like you got run over by a truck, your body unusually sore and aching. Your head was pounding and your throat felt as dry as sand. Weird, you thought. You felt okay last night before you slept.

"L-Levi?" you croaked, your voice cracking and your throat hurting. "Levi? Babe?" you called out, feeling hotter than usual under your layers. Your boyfriend stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes.

"Yes, baby? You're up early," Levi scooted closer to you, but his expression turned sour.

"You're sweating a lot." Levi jumped up and grabbed a thermometer. Touching your forehead, he realised you felt warmer than usual. As the thermometer beeped, he took it out and saw the reading on the screen.

37.8°C. You were having a fever.

"Get up, princess. Wash up. We're going to see Hange." Levi supported you up and carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the toilet seat and helping you remove your sweaty clothing.

"W-wait, it's only 8am, love... Hange's clinic doesn't open until 10—"

"I'm calling them in a while. Don't worry. Are you able to stand?" You nodded and stepped into the shower, assuring Levi you're fine. Levi quickly went to give Hange a call, and they said they would wait for you two at their clinic.

Once the both of you were done washing up, Levi blew dry your hair and forced you into a thick sweater and comfy track pants. The heat was unbearable and you could already feel yourself getting sweaty, yet Levi said it was better to sweat it all out. Putting on a surgical mask on you and himself, Levi quickly escorted you into his car and began driving to Hange's clinic.

"Oi, four-eyes," Levi pushed the door of Hange's clinic and the loud chime of the bell signalled his arrival. Hange was already at the counter.

"Friendly way to greet your friend who opened up their clinic an hour earlier for you," Hange replied without looking up from their computer, taking a sip of steaming hot coffee from their mug.

"I'm sorry Hange," you let out a few coughs, feeling the swell in your throat, "I know you only start work at 10 and—"

"I'm kidding! Don't be sorry. I was just teasing Levi." Hange laughed and waved their hand before opening the door to one of the consultation rooms, telling Levi to bring you inside. Hange then put on a pair of gloves and a surgical mask and took your temperature. Your temperature was now 38.0°C.

Taking a stethoscope, Hange began asking you questions about your symptoms and you recounted them to the best of your ability. Levi had an arm on your shoulder, giving you reassuring squeezes and rubbing your back whenever you coughed. Hange wrote the prescriptions on a small card before handing it to the pharmacist through a small sliding window. Opening the door, Hange told you and Levi to wait outside.

"Remember to take your medicine on time and you'll recover within the next few days, okay?" Hange smiled as Levi collected the medicine from the pharmacist. You nodded while suppressing your cough and Hange frowned.

"Don't do that, it's bad for your throat. Also, no cold drinks or food, no snacking, and no physical activities even after you've recovered." Levi grunted a word of thanks as you waved goodbye before walking you out of Hange's clinic, making a beeline straight home.

"Go take a shower, princess. I'll cook you some soup." Levi told you as he unlocked the door, helping you remove your shoes. You felt really lethargic all over and badly needed to nap, yet you knew you had to get a rinse to cool down your temperature. You slowly made your way to the bathroom and took a well needed cold shower, hissing in pain whenever the cold water hit your skin. When you were done, you made your way to the dining table. Levi was still in the kitchen, and you could catch a whiff of fragrant soup.

"I know you don't have much of an appetite, but you need to eat, okay? Drink some soup first. I cooled it already." Your boyfriend gave you a soft kiss on your forehead and pushed the bowl of vegetable soup in front of you. You took a good look and realised it wasn't the bowl you usually used for meals, but a smaller-sized one. You gave him an appreciative smile before taking a sip while Levi sat beside you.

"Mm... It's good," you took slow sips, coughing sometimes as Levi rubbed your back.

"Want more? I'll get you another bowl." Levi stood up and went to the kitchen with your half-empty bowl, coming back with a new piping hot bowl of soup. You took your time and finished your soup, feeling your throat less scratchy and dry compared to how it was in the morning.

"Come on, let's get your hair dried and you need to take a nap." Your boyfriend held you up and walked you back to the bedroom. You could feel your head spinning and the aches all over your joints, you couldn't wait to fall asleep. Levi helped you sit and began blow drying your hair for you, making sure he wasn't accidentally pulling your hair or scratching your scalp too hard. The soft pressure from Levi's fingers combing through your hair was so comforting that you nearly dozed off without realising. Once Levi was done, he quickly got you your medication and made sure you took all of them before tugging you into bed, making sure you were comfortable.

With your head on your pillow and your blanket covering your entire body, Levi was closing the curtains when you softly said "b-babe," after a small coughing fit, cringing after hearing how hoarse your throat was. Levi hummed in response.

"... can you nap with me?"

Levi turned around and gave you a grin, "yeah, of course, princess. Give me a sec, okay?" and he left the bedroom for a short moment before coming back with a huge flask of water and your water bottle, setting it on top of the bedside drawer. Levi got under the covers and gently pulled you closer, letting your back rest against his sturdy chest as he loosely draped an arm around you.

"Y-you don't—cough—you don't have to be s-so close," you shivered, "I'm really w-warm, and I don't want to pass my f-fever—cough—to you—"

"Shhh, it's fine," he pressed a fleeting kiss on your crown, "you're toasty." Levi let out a long breath before pulling you closer to him. "go to sleep, love. Before I knock you out." you bit your lower lip and tried to hide your laughter, instead you broke into a coughing fit. You briefly turned to look at your boyfriend.

"Don't be mean babe, I'm sick."

"And I'll take care of you until you recover," Levi gave you another small smile and pressed a kiss to your cheek, "go to sleep. I'll wake you up before dinner." you nodded and closed your eyes, listening to your boyfriend's slow breathing behind your back. Levi kept his eyes on you, watching you until the crease between your brows disappeared before joining you in dreamland.

A/N: This is also a reminder to drink more water and eat your fruits and veggies, and take care of yourself!!! <3

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[marcellaasblog]

Eyes for the Geezer.

Main masterlist

Older Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Wyatt takes you to go meet his parents for the first time.When you find out Wyatt has been cheating on you threw out y'all whole relationship,you take Eddie up on his offer but will that do you any good in the end?

Warnings for the whole series: cheating, divorce, angst,smut, alcohol, smoking,p in v,daddy kink, pervert Eddie, Wyatt's mom is an ass to you, mention of Steve, insecure reader,dom Eddie, switch reader, Wyatt mom is a cheater,huge age gap,insecure Eddie, and of course fluff with a Happy ending??

Author's notes: Eddie is 50 reader is 27 . I'm gonna keep the same names from the old story. Beth (Eddie's wife) Wyatt (beth & Eddie son) mack/Mackenzie (Wyatts ex girlfriend)

So I thought I could put part 2 and 3 together with this,but that didn't happen it just looked all over the place and it was too long ,so why not just tease y'all with what I have.

Part 2 // part 3

part 1

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Having a boyfriend was a tough situation to handle.

Being in relationships scared you.

Falling in love while your young fucked with you head on multiple acassions.

You had a boyfriend here and there,but they never seemed to last .

Growing up you had your little fantasy about getting married and having kids, being the best parent you could possibly be.

Which was something you never had.

You wanted to be the absolute best for yourself.

Was that too much to ask for?

You had a rough relationship with your mom,she would always say things that put you in an uncomfortable position.

You couldn't put your finger on why your mom treated you like if you didn't have feelings.

On the other hand you and your dad had a pretty okay relationship but wasn't as great either.you were the only child which makes it look like it was the best situation to live in.

It wasn't that you were lonely, very lonely.

The only thing you could do to fix your problem was to make friends,it was never an easy thing to do.you had to deal with lunches alone staying in the locker room for gym and no friends to talk to during class or passing periods,maybe the teachers but at that they really never bothered.

After graduation you finally felt free and excited to be away from family and mean school kids.You have goals and plans from your life you knew what you wanted and nothing was going to stop you from accomplishing them.

Well you thought.

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You met Wyatt Munson on your 25 birthday at a local bar across from your campus,he was beautiful and unbelievable someone like him would walk up to someone like you.

Wyatt was tall,tan skin, Nice hair that framed his face perfectly as a bit of his fell onto his forehead.he was a proper man and definitely a Mama's boy by heart.

Y'all talked for about an hour straight having drinks come back and forth to y'all table. Wyatt was pretty, but so fucken borning. You wanted to end the conversation so badly,that's until Wyatt took you both to his hotel room and now he was pretty, borning and a fucken sex God.

Little did you know,you would be spending the next 3 years with him.

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Wyatt decided to take a trip out to Hawkins Indiana the place we're he grew up most of his life .You never heard of it but you weren't about to turn down a road trip,you never know maybe y'all learn new things about Wyatt.

It was a 3 hour drive from your location to Hawkins so Wyatt made sure To be ready with blankets ,snacks and a good playlist.

Wyatt let you sleep on the way there knowing you get fussy if you don't have your special naps threw out your day.

How sweet of a boyfriend he is to you. Your so lucky.

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You heard the sound of rain hitting your windshield ,your eyes are foggy and you're not ready to open them quiet yet. That's until you notice that the car was not moving anymore You groaned and stressed out your body hearing a thump from your dashboard as you hit your leg on it.

"Stuiped fucken dashboard." You get from your seat removing your blanket from your tired frame as you get out of the car.

Wyatt rushes next to you grabbing your blanket and hands "slow down baby you're gonna hurt yourself."

Wyatt grabs your hand helping you out of his car as he shuts the door behind you locking as he walks you up the stairs."where the hell are we?" You asked for your blanket from Wyatt.

." we're in Hawkins already and I decided to stop at a hotel tonight instead of heading to my mom's house." Wyatt Opens the door for you allowing you to go in first.

"plus my mom and my dad are probably asleep anyways." Wyatt leads you to the bed, setting you down.

"you should get some sleep baby we got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

" You nod at your boyfriend's voice. "you gonna join me?"

Wyatt gets up from the bed unwrapping your hands from his waist"not now baby I gotta go get some things done real quick and I'll be back."

Wyatt gets up sliding on his jacket "where are you going so late"?"

You slide off your shoes tucking yourself into the rough covers. "uh you know just getting some drinks with an old friend but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

You sit up in bed "with who?" Wyatt scratches his chin. "uhh remember Mack my friend from college I mentioned a couple of times?"

You nod your head "oh yeah I remember,but why so late?" Wyatt grab his keys from the side table. "uh she just wanted to see me thats all"

you looked at Wyatt heading to the door "wait? She? you never told me mack was a girl"

Wyatt chuckled at your words, were you that dumb he thought to himself. "well what do you expect her names mack" you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend .

"fine Just be careful I guess" you laid down as Wyatt opens the door

"yeah yeah I know babe I'm an adult I will see you in a bit I love you" Wyatt heads out the door.

"asshole." you cover yourself up in the blanket drifting back in to your deep sleep .

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You woke up to the sun appearing through the white stained curtains.you felt the warmth of your boyfriend's body laying beside you,still tired you slowly turned your body to face your boyfriend to see him heavily asleep. You caress his face slowly putting your hands over his pretty features touching every mole on his face and every strip of hair that fell on his forehead kissing his cheek.

Wyatt groans as he stirs awake"well good morning to you too." Wyatt kisses your forehead as he runs his fingers through your bed hair.

"So you ready to meet my parents" You squint your eyes pulling the covers over your head .

"Oh come on baby don't be dramatic." He pulls the sheets down letting you lean your head on his chest.

"What if they don't like me?" Wyatt rubs your back trying to get you to relax but he knows you're still going to doubt yourself.

" Y/n baby I love you and I promise they will too."' You let out a groaning sound cuddling up into your arms , you kiss his face all the way down to his neck when your eyes catch a mark on the side of his neck. You really didn't think much about it so you let it go.

Maybe it's an old one you gave him?

"Well we better get going, we only have an hour left for room anyways." Wyatt takes you off of his putting you on your back as he gets up from the bed.

Your eyes scan Wyatta's body as he gets up only to see that there were red scratches on his back,his whole back was covered.

"Hey what's wrong with your back? Did you hurt yourself or something?"

Damnit forgot about those.

"Uh no why?" Wyatt asked as he put his shirt back on.

"There's red marks all over your back babe" Wyatt clears his thoughts.

"Um it's probably nothing,let's get dressed already, you're probably going to take forever anyways .' Wyatt walks to the restroom slamming the door .

Fucken dickhead.

Why is he acting so weird all of a sudden?

You got up from bed ready to start your day.

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Wyatt stops In Front of this beautiful white house, there was a garden in the front with different kinds of pretty colorful flowers. The grass looks greener than ever. There was also a bird's fountain with a small waterfall in the center of the Yard.

"What the fuck." You whispered as you were admiring his family home.

Wyatt chuckled taking his seatbelt off "it's pretty isn't it"

"It's more then pretty it's fucken magical"

"What you never saw a house before" he Glocks his eyebrow up.

"No.Not like this"

"Well come on then let me show you inside your gonna love it"

Wyatt gets out of the driver side jogging to your side opening the door for you .You take his hand as he puts his keys up pressing the button to like his car to lock it.

You walk up to the house Wyatt can feel your hands getting sweaty."hey,it's gonna be okay babe I promise." You smile at him as he knocks on the door.

"Coming." You hear. Women's voices from inside the house. The older woman opens the door ."Oh my god my baby boy, how have you been?" She squealed in excitement giving Wyatt a big hug giving him kisses all over his face as Wyatt tried to swat her away from him.

She was beautiful. She had dark black short hair.She was curvy and short. She had a couple of tattoos herself which you thought was cool.

You could tell she was Cooking by all the flour she had on her purple top and face.

"Well come on, kids get inside."she waves y'all into the house

The inside was beautiful, the floors were marble and the furniture was this beautiful gray and navy blue. It was definitely very expensive.

She walks you and Wyatt to the kitchen letting y'all have a seat at the table.

"Mom, this is y/n my girlfriend." You smile at Wyatt turning to his mom she walks over to you giving you a big hug "it's nice to finally meet you y/n Wyatts told us a lot about you and by the way my name's beth but you can just call me Ms.Munson" she says giving your arm a big squeeze before returning back to the stove.

"So were is dad?" Wyatt spoke up again.

"He's in the shower and told him he needed to clean up because he smelled." She giggled, stirring whatever might be in the pot.

"What did I tell you about bullying dad mom you know how sensitive he Gets" Wyatt laughs

"Oh calm down he's a big boy he can handle it ,plus I was just fucking around with him he knows that Wyatt."

"Yeah but remember last time he got mad at you for breaking his Garfield mug."

"Maybe he should clean his own hair out of the drain,his hair sheds more than my hair does,like don't get me wrong honey,I love your father's hair but it was way better back then but now it just looks bad." She wrinkled up her nose.

"Why don't you tell him to cut it then." Wyatt asked, taking off his jacket and hanging it behind his chair.

"Believe me, baby I keep on telling him it's not the 80s anymore,so get rid of that shit and it's the same thing everytime. you sound like my dad it's my hair I can do whatever I want with it" she mocks her husband.

God, you're already getting annoyed with her and you barely spoke to this woman.

"Well he does have a point but a trim won't hurt."

"Yes it will hurt, boy it's my hair." A voice said coming from the living room.

"Finally you're out what took you so long,wait let me guess your hair." Beth joked.

"You know it." The older man said, stepping into the kitchen.

Holy shit he was hot!

Like how beth said he had long salt and pepper hair,he was tall and bulky he has a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm and Wyatts and Beth on his Left bicep he was wearing a gray muscle shirt and some old blue work jeans that had a couple of patches on his back pocket,not like you were staring at his ass or anything it just caught your eyes.

I mean he does have a nice ass.

"Ah you must me y/n,I hope." the older man joked,trust me he knew who you were. Eddie brings you and Wyatt into a hug,he smelled like after shave and one of those men's cheap cologne you could find at a pharmacy,and his arms were huge and hugged you tightly as his biceps flexed around your frame you could feel his beard and mustache tickle the top of your forehead and his hot breath on your ear .

"Yeah yeah I mean yes it's great to finally meet y'all,Wyatt tell me a lot about y'all."

"No I don't." Wyatt said as you turned your head around at him giving him a Disappointed Expression.

Eddie chuckled at your flustered face.

"Hey it's alright honey you don't need to impress us" Eddie leans in "I mean I'm already impressed by you from what I know." Eddie whispered into your ear sending chills down your body. You make eye contact with him as he sits right across from you and he sends you a wink.

Eddie knew what he was doing. Your reaction is the same as all the other young women that would be around him,but there was just something so intriguing about you and he wanted to see how long it takes for you to break. You looked like a good girl but once he gets his hands on you ,you sure as hell won't act like one.

He knew it was wrong to try to start anything with his son's girlfriend but at that he knew his son's reputation and it wasn't a good one when it came to relationships.

Wyatt was just like his mom.

So Eddie wanted to have a little fun too.

He made sure to do a little research on you before you came I mean all he needed was your name and boom all social medias appeared

Was he stalking your account for a couple of months now?

Maybe.

Did he jerk off a couple of times to your bikini pictures you posted on Instagram?

Maybe.

Does he have saved photos of you in his phone?

Maybe...okay yes he did.

He knew he needed to take things slow he didn't want to scary you off or make you uncomfortable but after seeing you squirm under his vision he's pretty positive it will go just fine and no one will get hurt.

He hoped.

It sure as hell wouldn't stop Beth from sleeping with her ex Steve or Wyatt still going to go see mack.

Eddie felt bad that you didn't know who Wyatt really was and he sure as hell didn't raise him to be like that.

Is he trying to get back at Beth and teach Wyatt a lesson.

Yes.

Did he really want to fuck you.

Also yes.

His son was no real man too you and his wife was ungrateful.

And Eddie wanted to show you how a real man could treat you

You would find out sooner or later about wyatt and once you do, he's positive you will take up his offer in no time.

But will Eddie's offer be good for you in the long run??

[bytez4life]

Aomine, Kise, and Murasakibara god they are just amazing but you know whats even more amazing about them when they refuse to admit they're a little spoon/sub its adorable and i love them so much omg

aomine, kise + murasakibara

tw; none

a/n; OH WOW YES </3 GREAT IDEA ANON + u didn't specify pronouns so i used gn, hope ur ok with that!

(+ i didn't want to include the sub part in this request, you can submit another one asking that if you want!)

aomine

- oh my god this one is the most stubborn one

- he 100% tries to put up the "im an alpha male >:(" front

- *gags internally*

- he finds comfort in your hugs, and he's yet to find out about your cuddles

- anyways, this man loves naps way too much

- (probably stayed up all night beating his me-)

- invites you over one day thinking you guys could just chill

- so how did he get into this situation?

~

"y/n, why are you like this?"

aomine grumbled, face tucked into your chest. he had mentioned once, only once, and now he was on his bed forced into this too-comfortable position.

"mm, you mentioned wanting to take a nap, so that's what we're doing."

"arg, yeah, but why are you the one holding me?!"

"because i can."

aomine let out a frustrated grunt, attempting to push himself up. he was soon pulled back down when you hooked an arm around his neck, making him lose his balance.

"stop whining like a baby, you're making the bed cold!"

accepting his fate, he allowed you to wrap your arms around him. despite his constant whining, both of you knew deep down he wanted this.

he's a tsundere, but he's your tsundere.

kise

- this mf would be too energetic man

- he's so talkative you'd probably have to tape his mouth shut to have a full night of sleep

- well i headcanon as someone who had to be that manly person because of his fangirls

- (yeah ik he hates them but who doesn't like praise + attention?)

- and he wants to impress you and keep you happy

- so one day after he got hit particularly hard by kasamatsu

- he came crying to you, so you did the only thing that made sense

~

"come here kise, why are you just standing there? didn't you say you wanted to cuddle?"

he looked at your expression for any sign of trickery, yes he did want to cuddle you but were you sure you wanted to hold him?

"like that? don't you want me to- AAAH!"

tired of his rambling, you had promptly picked him up and thrown him on the bed, flopping next to him. before he could protest, you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his neck.

"shut up already, just relax alright? i don't know whats going on in that pretty brain of yours, but you can let it go for now."

oh yeah, he's definitely getting you flowers tomorrow.

~

murasakibara

- dude, the least concerned about what position he's in

- he just wants snacks and sweet candy

- unfortunately, that constant snacking finally caught up to him

- when his mom texted you if you would take your big baby of a boyfriend to get some cavities removed

- 😀⁉️

- you agreed nonetheless

- waiting outside of the room was a little stressful

- very funny when he finally came out, a sleepy giant of a man just allowing you to pull him along to the car

- when you got home you made him change the cotton pads in his mouth and rinse his mouth

- unbeknownst to you, you were about to deal with THE biggest baby in the world

~~

"but y/n-chin i want candy!"

"atsushi, no. the dentist said you could only eat solid food in 24 hours, which includes candy." you scolded, trying your hardest to push him back into your shared room. surprisingly, he was compliant when he was under anesthesia, allowing you to guide him to the large bed.

he sat on the edge while watching you with dazed eyes as you rushed around trying to get him prepared for bed.

"y/n-chin looks pretty."

that definitely threw you for a loop, choking on air as you fumbled with the clothes in your arms,

"uh, thank you you do too. now, lift your arms so i can change your clothes."

after you finished the tiring task, you flopped on the bed with a sigh ready to take a nap. you soon felt a hand grip your waist, and before you could look up murasakibara had already placed his head on your stomach and fell fast asleep.

--

"i did not do that."

"you totally did."

murasakibara narrowed his eyes at your form, reluctantly sipping on a smoothie you made him.

"i did not, you're making it up."

"then explain this."

you whipped out your phone, holding it up with a satisfied smirk. there on the screen was the purple-haired giant snuggled up on your midsection as you held him in your arms.

"why did you take pictures?"

"atsushi stop dodging the obvious and admit that you did do it."

"no."

"well i guess you arent getting any snacks from me-"

"im sorry."

"that's better."

@BYTEZ4LIFE - do not plagerize/copy

a/n: someone asked me this, but if you get ideas from me please tag me! its not really for credit but i want to see what you guys make <3

[joesheistyy]

Family Barbecue

anon this was such a cute request, i love it and i hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! <3

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It was your favorite time of year, the summer time. Time to spend with family and friends and especially some drinks. Every July, the Burrow family would host a family-wide barbecue. You had been attending for years, and Joe’s parents made sure that their planning always worked with your schedule and Joe’s schedule.

Ever since Joe brought you to the first family barbecue after being together for 5 months, his family knew that you were the one for him. You always offered to help cook, clean, entertain the kids, or do anything else they needed. They all saw how Joe looked at you too, with pride in his eyes.

This was year 5 of going to the family Barbecue, and Joe’s family kept poking fun at him about how he hasn’t popped the marriage question yet. They wanted it just as bad as you did.

“Joey, are you ready to go?” You yelled up the stairs from the kitchen. Joe took just as long as a girl getting ready some days.

“Yes baby, I’ll be down in a sec,” he responded back as you heard frantic footsteps up the stairs. You were a planner, and Joe was not. You had a timeline of what needed to be done when, and Joe just went with the flow until he got distracted and needed to be directed back to what needed to be done.

You headed out the garage door, loading your cooler of drinks into the backseat of Joe’s car. The snack bag you had packed followed the drinks. Your overnight bags were packed last. Since his parents lived an hour and a half away and there would be drinks consumed, his parents offered up their extra bedroom for the two of you.

After double checking your list that was stationed on the island, Joe finally came down the stairs, looking as handsome as ever. He was wearing just a basic pair of gym shorts, a bengals tshirt, and his white Nike athletic shoes. Of course, the dork had his shirt tucked in. That was something you always messed with him about.

“Cmon babe, we gotta go or we’re gonna be way late,” you said, leading the way to the garage to finally leave. An hour and a half drive still ahead of you.

Joe grabbed a bottle of water from the garage fridge and got in the car. You settled yourself in the passenger seat with your Nintendo Switch Lite with Animal Crossing ready to go. While you didn’t hardcore game, some Animal Crossing and Minecraft here and there were sometimes what you did to entertain yourself.

After hitting the road, Joe played his music and hummed along as you were focused on your game. His hand rested on your thigh as he drove along. Eventually, you got tired of playing your game, so you decided to take a short nap. You leaned your seat back a bit and propped up your pillow between your shoulder and the window.

"Can you let me know when we're like half an hour away?" you asked, Joe replied, "Of course babe, you gonna put on your makeup then?" he questioned, glancing over at you for a second. You replied with a hum and curled to a semi-comfortable place to nap.

pat pat pat

Joe patted you awake, you stirred and lifted the back of your seat up.

"We're half an hour away honey," he said, smiling in your direction as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Thanks Joey, now don't brake check anyone," you joked with him, poking at his arm. You pulled your makeup bag out of your car bag, opting for just some eyebrow filling and mascara, and of course highlight. That was your favorite step of your makeup routine.

As you pulled into Joe's parent's neighborhood, you collected your things in your bag and freshened up your outfit. You chose to wear your favorite pair of jean shorts and a cute flowy tank top.

Pulling into the driveway, Joe's parents came to greet you. The 3pm air was hot but with a breeze. Hugs were given and passed, and as you approached the house, Joe's nephew Jordan came running up to you.

"Y/n!" he cheered with his little 3 year old voice. That alone melted your heart.

"Hi Jordan! How's my big guy doing?" you asked and picked him up, resting him on your hip.

"Good! Let's go play!" He squirmed, wanting to be put down to go run around. You could tell he was fresh from his nap that was taken earlier. If only naps for adults were that rejuvenating.

"We can play here in a minute, but could you use your big, strong muscles to help us?" you tickled his stomach. He pretended to flex. He ran out to the car where Joe and his parents were, clinging to Joe's leg. Joe picked him up and gave him a little fist bump.

"Y/n said I can use my big muscles to help!" Jordan said with a smile on his face. Joe set him down and handed him the smallest bag. You grabbed your overnight bag and the cooler and headed inside with Jordan leading the way.

After placing your things in the guest room, you followed Jordan outside to go say hi to Joe's siblings and their partners. You cracked open your first drink of the night while Jim worked on grilling up some hamburgers and hot dogs.

Jordan pulled you over to the swing set, you set him in the swing that looked like a little car, pulling him toward you to get the momentum going. You continued to push Jordan in the swing as he laughed the cutest little laugh.

Joe was admiring from afar with a beer in hand. He was standing with his dad while he grilled, watching you play with Jordan, a smile spread along his face. You two had talked about kids before, but a ring needed to come first.

The next thing that Jordan wanted to do was race you and Joe. Of course, Joe said yes, setting his beer down to race.

"Okay, Jordan count us down," you say, lining up to begin to run.

"Okay y/n, 3...2..." and Jordan was off before the count of 1. You and Joe giggled, but eventually ran and tried to catch up to him. Jordan had passed the established finish line before you and Joe could get there. He jumped in excitement.

"I'm not letting you beat me, y/n" Joe huffed out as he began to run up to you, tackling you to the ground.

"Burrow, you're a quarterback, not a defensive end, my god," you groaned after hitting the ground, allowing laughs to escape your mouth. Jordan came over and giggled, climbing on top of Joe who was still on top of you.

"Uncle Joe sandwich!" you cheered and grabbed for Jordan's hand. You all giggled and eventually, Joe wormed his way out of being between you and Jordan. He outstretched a hand to you, helping you up.

Eventually, dinner was served and everyone gathered in the screened in porch to eat. Jordan insisted on sitting between you and Joe. Jordan's mom plopped his booster seat down in the chair between you and Joe. Jordan dug into his food as soon as it was set in front of him, ketchup ending up all over his hands, face, and clothes. As you ate, you would use your napkin to dab off Jordan's face, causing your napkin to turn red from the mess he had made.

Joe looked at you admirably, adoring how good you were with kids. You secretly hoped that Joe would see how good you were with kids and want to hurry up and propose already.

After dinner, Jordan helped you clean up the dining space by taking the empty paper plates to the trashcan and leading you to the paper towels so he could help you wipe down. You lifted him up to grab the roll off the island inside, carrying him like Buzz Lightyear back out to the patio, giggles filling the air.

The rest of the family had gone to sit out by the fire pit, insisting that you not do any cleaning up. But you couldn't just not help, it wasn't like you. And you could maneuver Jordan into doing anything with you, which also gave his parents a break.

Out at the fire pit, you could see the rest of the family laughing and joking. You admired Joe from the screened in porch while you waited on Jordan to run in and take the dirty paper towels to the trash can. Jordan ran out, tugging at your arm to go join the rest of the family.

You and Jordan joined the rest of the family, sitting down on the outdoor blanket. You sat criss cross applesauce and Jordan sat in your lap and played with your fingers while letting out yawns.

After a few more drinks, Jordan was asleep in your lap. His parents seemed ready to go, so you offered to help Jordan into his car seat.

You headed out to their car, carrying Jordan with his head resting on your shoulder.

"Thanks for playing with him and taking care of him today, y/n. It was a really nice break for us, he's a wild one," Joe's brother said.

"It's really no problem, I had so much fun with this little ball of energy," you chuckled as you set Jordan in his car seat, buckling him in.

"One of these days, I want y'all to give him a cousin," Joe's brother laughed out. You hugged and went your separate ways.

Joe and his parents had transitioned to inside the house, working to clean up the kitchen.

"How can I help?" you asked as you walked in on them all doing different cleaning activities.

"Babe you helped plenty today, go take a shower or relax. We got this," Joe said as he brought you into his embrace. There really wasn't much left to clean up.

After things had been cleaned up, everyone moved to the couch to sit and relax a bit before bed. It was about 9:30 and the exhaustion from the day was hitting you. You let out a soft yawn as Joe pulled you to lean into his shoulder.

"I think we're gonna head to bed. It's been a long day," Joe announces to his parents as he stands up off the couch. You follow.

When getting to your room for the night, you headed straight for the shower. Playing with Jordan all day got you sweaty and stinky, not to mention the July heat.

"Babe I loved watching you play with Jordan today. I can't wait for us to have our own kids one day. A little Joe and y/n stumbling around," Joe said, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Me too Joey, me too," you sighed as you stepped into the warm shower.

After such a long day, a shower and some snuggles were great.

You and Joe were cuddled up into bed when he blurted out, "I love you, y/n and I want to marry you some day. I promise it'll be soon,"

"I love you too Joey, and I can't wait for that day. It'll be the best day of our lives," you smile as you close your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, you woke up alone. That's not normally how things went when you and Joe stayed with his parents. He'd wait for you so you could leave the bedroom together.

You slid on your slippers and headed for the kitchen, following the smell of bacon. When you began to approach the entrance to the kitchen, you heard conversation. Sometimes, you loved to eavesdrop, but you also hated to butt in during conversation, so you stood by the doorway, out of sight of Joe and his parents.

"So when are you finally gonna pop the question?" his dad nudged at him.

"Soon, I swear. I've got the ring picked out and everything, I just need to send it to my jeweler," Joe said as he set out silverware.

"We love her and it's about time she became part of the family for real," his mom spoke out, walking up to Joe to lovingly rub his back. His family had been pestering him for a while to propose, but he wanted to do it on his own time, which you understood.

"It'll be soon, I promised that to her and I promise that to you all. Cause after seeing her with Jordan yesterday, I know she is who I'm meant to marry. Not that I didn't have those thoughts before, it just really proved to me that it's about time I asked her to marry me," Joe responded in a soft voice, trying not to allow his voice to carry.

You stood in the doorway for a minute more just to make sure the conversation was over. Soon, you approached Joe and pulled him into a side hug. He held onto you for a minute before leading you both to fill your plates with breakfast food.

You had a peaceful morning with Joe and his parents. You loved his family and couldn't wait to officially join it.

[being-addie]

How to bounce back after vacation

I just came back from a long holiday trip right now, and it's been pretty easy falling off the wagon while vacationing, I'm not gonna lie. Our first stop was extremely hot and humid and I don't do well in those conditions so I was blowing through bottles of soda and bowls of ice cream. During the road trip we took I snacked constantly. Then we went to a spot that was below freezing. I didn't take care of my hair at all so it's frizzy and dry. You can imagine how badly sticking to a routine went.

It's challenging to stay disciplined while holidaying, so I cut myself some slack. Four flights and 17 hours of driving combined in a week? Of course I wasn't going to be able to follow my routine. But now that I'm back, I've been actively working to get back on track ASAP.

Here's how to recover from a long trip and get back into the flow as efficiently as possible.

Recover: Keep a few days to just relax at home. You'll probably think it's counter-productive, but recovering from a late-night flight or a 10-hour road trip is vital if you want to do anything with full productivity. I usually take 1 day to recover, but I recommend limiting them to 2 days maximum (otherwise you're going to feel lazier)

Try to ease into it: Do not jump into your routine. Your body will not be used to a 3-hour study session or 10 kg dumbells after it's not kept up. Be gentle with yourself. Do a 1-hour study session, instead of 3. Go for a walk, rather than an intense HIIT workout.

Eat properly: If you haven't had any good, healthy food during your trip, eat some goddamn veggies. Your body will be happy. Although I ate light, like soup and chicken during my trip, eating normal, home-cooked food worked wonders for me

Nap: Catch up on sleep. Unfortunately, I drank a large coffee before my 9pm flight back home, so I got zero shuteye. I've been napping in the afternoons to get back to normal.

Clean: Unpacking always makes a huge mess, and my room can testify to that. Make sure during the process, you don't mess up the rest of your (already clean) room. Wash your clothes, and rearrange your skincare products back where they belong.

Prep: Since my classes are starting next week, I've been restocking my supplies, filling my sketchbook, and completing any extra college assignments due. Staying prepared will help you manage time better when work or school starts again. Complete any time-consuming work, like meal prep, or laundry.

Pamper yourself: Traveling doesn't suit everyone, so yesterday, I took out time to have my Everything Shower, I put on music and read while I treated my body to some much-needed TLC. My hair looks much better.

Feeling frazzled after holiday isn't unusual. We're expected to come back to work with 100% productivity. If you're not able to do that immediately, don't beat yourself up about it. Take it easy, and you'll be back in your routine after no time. xoxo

<3

[pbandjesse]

I hate how finite my energy is. It's incredibly frustrating. Like my mornings are actually pretty good!! Just it's like as soon as I eat something, the actual of digesting seems to start to zap my energy. That's my working theory anyway.

It was to warm in here last night. It's entirely to warm for the last days of October. My allergies did improve and I was able to sleep a little more comfortably.

I slept until 9. And I felt fine. I didn't particularly want to get up. But I really wanted to wash my hair. So I forced myself up. And while the shower warmed up I trimmed my bangs a little bit I could probably do more. The shower was nice though and I felt a lot nicer after.

I just dressed in a T-shirt dress today. I didn't go anywhere. I just tried to focus on getting some stuff done.

When I got downstairs I made sure Crabcake was eating his breakfast. And had the egg sandwich James left for me. And got into working on my projects.

First up trying to clean the bathroom. I couldn't do much with the tub but I sprayed everything down. I went downstairs and tidied up the cords in the living room. Move the living room fan to the basement. Got one of the large bags of cotton. And brought our bed pillows downstairs.

I cut those open and restuffed them. They had all gotten so flat. They are much nicer now. I am going to sew them closed but decided not to just in case they felt to full later.

I had planned on working on frog leg for the plushies but it just didn't happen. Hopefully tomorrow. Instead I spent the rest of the morning working on my puff quilt.

I got all the horizontal rows done. Just the verticals left. I am going to add at least one more row but I really think I'm the future I will add more. I still would like it to be 12x12. But right now it lives as 9x10. It was nice to just having a long video playing while I sewed. I kept telling myself, just one more. But I would work through all 4 rows in about two hours. Felt good to get all of that done.

Once that was fine I had the rest of my nachos for lunch. I was really already starting to lose steam. Any amount of focus I had to do stuff was leaving me at mid day.

I tried to go upstairs to take the shelves down in the babyroom but the screws were stripped and I immediately felt defeated. James would fix it later through muscle. I had to take a half hour lay down just to get myself back on track.

I started painting in there. Around the windows and the baseboard. I was disappointed to find two of my old paintbrushes were all dried out. I guess they got forgotten about when James painted the hallway doors. I'm not mad at them but I was sad about it. They got me two new brushes though so that was nice of them. I would work for about an hour. It would have been easier if the furniture was farther from the wall but I did what I could.

Around 2 I had a snack. Spilled cereal milk on myself and felt very dumb. I cleaned up and ate my cereal. And went upstairs to lay down.

I would hang out in bed until around 3. When I fell asleep. Hardcore nap. I didn't wake up until 530!!

I was expecting James to be home when I woke up but no such luck. Apparently they had been in an all staff meeting at 330 until 530 and we're finishing just as I woke up. I went downstairs to wait for them.

I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And soon James was home. They weren't thrilled about being home and hour later then expected. They brought me a package (I got stickers! And a couple gifts for others) and our newly repaired watches! Amazing.

James made pizza dough and would get on a call with friends. I didn't particularly want to eat. My stomach hurt. I came upstairs but James still brought me pizza. I had a little bit but I was just uncomfortable so I brought the rest downstairs to save.

Eventually James would come upstairs to hang with me. We watched TikToks. I just took a shower and now I'm having a yogurt.

Trying very hard to not be nervous about tomorrow. It's our 20 week anatomy scan. And it's Halloween!! I really hope baby is okay in there. I am trying my best to remain positive but also. Scared.

So give me some good vibes. I love you all. And hopefully tomorrow is just a wonderful day. Goodnight my friends.

[charlesmoffat]

I routinely wake up at 2 AM and then have difficulty getting back to sleep. PTSD is a bitch.

I try to combat it by going to the bathroom, maybe having a bath or shower, get a drink, eating a snack, possibly even a whole meal (depends upon how hungry I am), read a book, and/or watching a film I have seen many times (eg. Jaws, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc) or listening to an audiobook.

Sometimes I will even clean up around the house, do the dishes, do laundry, etc.

Last night I did the dishes, did the laundry, ate two hot dogs, drank some juice, watched something on TV, and tried to go back to sleep.

I do these things to get my mind off my trauma, because if I don't do them my mind will just run in circles due to my PTSD and it won't let me sleep because I get too upset by my brain working overtime.

As a consequence of this sometimes when I wake up at 2 AM I get back to sleep and sometimes I do not. My strategy of distracting my brain with films, audiobooks, etc sometimes works and sometimes it doesn't. There are no guaranteed solutions.

As a consequence of this lack of sleep I am sometimes exhausted in the middle of the day. Usually around 4 or 5 PM.

Math wise this is the equivalent of someone who wakes up at 7 AM daily and goes to bed around 9 PM or 10 PM. They're awake for around 14-15 hours and then it's bedtime.

I compare it to Jet Lag. If you've ever experienced Jet Lag then you understand how this works. It doesn't matter that the sun is still out in the middle of the day, you become exhausted after roughly 14 hours with no sleep. If you drink a lot of stimulants (coffee, Coca-Cola, etc) you can perhaps offset this, but eventually you still need to sleep. It is a biological inevitability. It can take days to recover from Jet Lag, and it is no less problematic for people with PTSD because we're under this constant cloud of trauma induced anxiety.

And this ignores the possibility that I might also be having a stressful/exhausting day due to work or responsibilities. Stuff still needs to get done obviously. I still need to go to work and teach archery lessons. I still need to do advertising and marketing for my clients. I still have to do household chores. I still have to take care of two small children and make sure their bellies are full, their clothes/diapers are clean, and that they are hopefully reasonably healthy and happy. Just because I am exhausted doesn't mean I can just stop doing these things.

Once in a while however, if I am both exhausted and lucky, my eldest son will be at school and my youngest son falls asleep and has an afternoon nap in his playpen. I then, for a brief hour or so, have a moment wherein I can also have a nap on the sofa next to the playpen. Note: There's an alarm on my phone that goes off at 3:25 PM so I can wake up and go pick up my oldest son from school.

So... Am I being lazy by having a nap at 2 PM in the afternoon prior to leaving to pick up my son? Keeping in mind that I probably only got a few hours of sleep the night before and have been up since 2 AM.

On top of all of this I am still trying to be a good parent by taking my kids outside for walks to get fresh air and exercise.

Below is an action shot of my youngest, Arthur, taking a wee tumble on the grass.

After which he decided to just sit down and enjoy sitting on the grass.

Is he lazy because he is sitting down on the job?

Or, logically, is he just a toddler taking a moment to chill before getting up and walking again?

I believe it is the latter.

...

Also according to studies of primates/apes, and people who have siestas, we're actually supposed to have an hour long nap around 1 or 2 PM in the afternoon and sleep only about 6 hours at night. So it is technically natural to have an afternoon nap. Studies into productivity have also shown that it doesn't make you lazy either. It actually increases workplace productivity because the workers are then more alert and their math/problem solving skills are better after having a siesta.

And while I haven't checked and confirmed this, I bet people who have siestas probably report having better mental health and overall higher levels of happiness. I wouldn't be at all surprised if having siestas was extremely beneficial for people with mental health issues.

[chellyisacreampuff]

Thursday, 10 Oct, FallA Week 2

Okay, hear me out. I know egg tart isn't a healthy first meal of the day - but it's very convenient when you only have an online class, where you can't even cook while listening to it. Bevause it's actually not just listening but we're supposed to program. Since it's programming class. I got lost in between because I'm using Windows and according to our professor Windows sucks, so that's why it doesn't work properly. But yea, theoretically we're supposed to do some little exercises by ourselves during the class. So this was all I could get (it's from Ministop). (And it does taste good, 3/5.)

Then after that I was so tired that I just went back to sleep 😅

Only five hours later did I have my next class, and again no time to cook before going to class, so I just grabbed the bagel I got recently from the Kasumi supermarket and snacked it in between my fifth and sixth period, where I had Introduction to Sociology. It's chocolate bagel, and it did taste good, but I kinda wished for more taste? 3/5. I think butter would have been amazing....

Sociology class was bit boring in the beginning, but later on we had more time for discussion, so it got more interesting. For this course we're gonna have to write one report and also have final exam. Should be okay. Though they also evaluate our participation and if we show up in class, which is 30% of the grade....

After that I again got home and took a nap, only to wake up and cook. Didn't really know what I want to eat, or how to cook it, so I ended up cooking spaghetti, fried some eggs, then fried some onion and carrot, with cheese and sausage, and put tiny bit of soy sauce and water. Ended up like this. Tasted pretty good actually.

Last thing of the day was dealing with some documents, which for some reason took longer than expected.... And I still need to get some signatures the next few days.... But had this little chocolate ice cream mochi as snack and motivation while doing that 😋

And with that I can go to sleep before waking up too early for my first period tomorrow 😴

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 2:

fairly regular day today, although I am missing Paige, and it'll be a few more days until she's back from the cruise. I got to play cook for the first hour or so of work today, prepping and passing out morning snack to all the rooms since the regular cook had a scheduled day off today and the dedicated kitchen floater didn't come in until 9. we let the kids stay outside a little longer during the afternoon because this was the first day that the weather was really nice (not too hot and kinda breezy) but it didn't last too long. I know when it really cools down we'll be practically begging them to come inside

went to Sam's after work and got a rotisserie chicken & a Caesar salad kit for an easy dinner and that shit FUCKS it was so good, and I had enough to make chicken Caesar wraps for tomorrow's lunch

spent a little bit of time looking at schoolwork for the first time this week (Monday holidays really mess me up, sleep schedule and schoolwork schedule wise) so I got my draft together for my face to face reading unit & did a little bit of work for my other class - unfortunately the subject this week is library censorship and some of my peers have incredibly bad takes that blur the line of nuance between curating a collection for your age group of students and outright supporting censorship. I took a few ranting snap videos to send to Harley and I ended up sounding like Brennan Lee Mulligan on an impassioned rant by the end of it but it's fine

after I got over my library rant, Peyton and I played more Minecraft, which mostly consisted of me farming for materials and trying very hard to make the roof on our new base (and I'm still not quite done). we finished the ep of Bob's Burgers that we're on, somehow we've gotten to season 3 in a matter of days, and Peyton is super hype about turning his old phone into a dedicated emulator, he's already found a few games from his childhood and is excited to play more that he never got to buy as a kid. I love him so much.

now it's time to get my stuff together for tomorrow, I have the second full day of my school library internship/student teaching and I've agreed to get there when the librarian gets there, so it's an early start for me

oh and I finished reading the fic I was on yesterday, I'm now on the last part of rampant (I love getting to read fic while the kids nap) and I'm gonna be so sad when I finish it, although it is absolutely going to launch a reread of Alanna's series, and hopefully I'll be reading it to my partners this time, we shall see

[leonbloder]

If You Get Tired, Learn To Rest, Not To Quit

I fell asleep recently while sitting on the couch watching ESPN's Sportscenter.  

One moment, I was happily getting recaps on all of the day's sporting news, and the next, I awakened to find my youngest son sitting next to me on the couch, playing video games. 

"You were snoring," he told me. 

I asked him how long he'd been home from school, and he replied that he'd been home for an hour, gotten a snack, and started playing video games while I slept. 

Also, my legs didn't want to work, and making them took me a bit.  

After I shared the story with a friend and made some self-critical comments about how I'd wasted so much time, they declared I obviously needed the rest and not to beat myself up.  

I'm an Enneagram type 3, which means I am highly task-oriented and focused on ensuring that I appear confident and remain productive even when I'm not feeling either. 

So, back to the whole nap thing.  Who beats themselves up for taking a nap when they are tired?  I can't be the only one, though.  Still, there's something inherently off about feeling guilty for self-care, don't you think?

Yet, so many of us do this to ourselves.  We run ragged, stretched too thin, overscheduled to the gills, and then wonder why we feel tired, stressed, and anxious.  

And the moments when we do decide to take care of ourselves, rest, recharge, and the like, we feel guilty and selfish. 

I read a wonderful quote from Melody Beattie the other day, and it fits this perfectly: 

Self-care means learning to love the person we're responsible for taking care of---ourselves.  We do not do this to hibernate in a cocoon of isolation and self-indulgence; we do it so we can better love others, and learn to let them love us.  Self-care isn't selfish; it's self-esteem. 

If you struggle with self-care and self-esteem because you feel guilty when you take care of yourself, you need to hear this: 

The best way to show love and affection for the people in your life is to care for yourself.  Only then will you be able to give more fully to the relationships in your life. 

Listen, if Jesus had the inner strength to know when he needed to take a break, spend some time alone in prayer, or rest, then indeed we can, too.  

If there was anyone in history who I'm sure wanted to make the most of every day, it was Jesus.  But he knew he would struggle if he didn't care for himself in mind, body, and spirit.  

He often took refuge in the wilderness hills above the Sea of Galilee, which the Scripture called eremos topos or "a solitary place."  

I'm learning that there are many ways to find "solitary" places to rest and recharge myself.   

Sometimes, it's a quick nap on the couch or quiet time in a cozy reading place.  Other times, it's doing things I love, like attending a concert or visiting an art gallery.  It can also be birria tacos at a favorite food truck or a few pints of good beer with friends. 

Or a road trip.  I love road trips.  

I burned myself out during the pandemic, and I never want that to happen again, so I have to learn how to treat myself gently and gracefully when I drift off on the couch. 

Find your own solitary places today, and let yourself sink into them.   

Discover that self-care is one of the most vital and life-giving gifts you can give to God.  May it be so. 

And may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you now and always. Amen. 

[ristiyantihayu]

The moment I step into the family, I was blamed for being "the only child in the family." I heard clearly that they labelled me as a spoiled girl, incapable for doing chores, never touch the kitchen thingy. All without me knowing, or at least they thought I dont know the badmouth.

The elders (might) worried that I couldn't take care the husband and (future) kids well. The way they devote themselves as a housewife. The way they define "woman" using their own perspectives.

I really try to prove them wrong. I showed my will to prepare own baby food, paying attention to all nutrition. I clean their plates (even tho I really HATE this). But none are appreciated. Instead, the eyes were screaming: "whats so special? We're also doing it all back in the days?"

But did you deal everything with a thesis defense right on postpartum period? Did you face a constant struggling of attending online lecture while breastfeeding the baby? Waking up every 2 hours to a crying baby and back to school paperwork directly?

My point is, we have our own conditions. We live in a super distinct generation & environment. Why dont we just leave a negative judgement and understand the bigger picture? Or you guys are simply incapable of doing so?

Another day, the bad stereotype is growing.

I banned my kid from any overly sweet & salted snacks before they reach 2. Simply because me & husband live under diabetic family tree. Father-in-law even suffer from kidney failure resulting from a high sugar blood.

But those family trying (again) to test my patience by giving her chocolate and such. I WAS MAD. And this topic was (again) serving as an interesting mock in the family table in the same circumstances: all behind my back or at least they dont aware that I know the talk.

Today, my kid having a tantrum because she's super sleepy (skipping nap) at the very first place and refuse to go home because she saw some interesting play. I talk to her that it's already nighty night. But yea sleepy kid is ofc serving a controlled emotion. Thus she snap back on my suggestion and crying like crazy.

At home, when she's out of control, I'll put her in a secluded space, letting her finish the anger first and talk kindly after. The process is tough because sometimes people cant handle the screaming. Me—after surfing all those parenting books & reels—is super prepared. Things will okay basicly after around 3 to 5 minutes. Kid is calming herself and ready to talk.

But this time, THE WHOLE FAMILY IS OFFERING HAND and stare me with "wth your kid is crying just give them what she wants?" I keep telling them to: "it's okay just lemme handle this by myself and let her release the emotion. She'll be fine. Pls be patience." But being a super nosy elders they are, none of my words were taken. They keep "oow come here with grandma/whoever it is" as if trying to rescue my kid from my lap.

I really wish I could utter some bad words.

Of course my kid sensing a help, she screams louder. And the scream & rescue cycle could never break. In the end, it was me who was pressured to "fulfill what the kid wants."

I'm super mad. This way, she'll never stop crying madly whenever she wants something. And I have to TEACH THE EMOTION CONTROL ALL THE WAY FROM ZERO AGAIN. I decide to leave the house, sitting in the yard corner and refuse to interact with everyone. I couldn't stand longer in this.

All my head was filled with "ah, another moment to bring me down with badmouth." Another values that doesnt fit the family and me being the one to blame.

The tought also travelled to what if I just divorce, the way I dont escalate the mental pain anymore. What will happen to the kid if the parent go separated way. Giving letter to the in-laws which basicly said "please find another perfect wife for your son because I couldnt handle your behavior anymore. Maybe someone from a village, which could be easily value-driven."

The worst part is I even thinking about the suicide. But at this time, I believe that I'd better be here to protect my kid.

I really hate the badmouth tradition in this family. Everytime the siblings sat together during Raya or end-year holiday, there will be someone to mock. Be it an in-laws (1. X only come here to eat but she never do the dishes; 2. Y is a wife of a rich uncle, but she still keep and using old equipments in the house. What a stingy girl; 3. Z is soo out of control; 4. K is sooo sensitive.) or other people from a wider family tree. I hate it. Like, does it benefit you? Does talking behind people will make them change the behavior and follow your path voluntarily?

I could never understand. And please advice me how to get away from this circle.

[momonyu]

friends, or not

portgas d. ace x reader

ace somehow ends up cooking? and accidentally confessing?

1.2k words

a/n: not me, coming back to this 10 times because i kept telling myself there wasn't enough fluff

the kitchen is ace's favourite spot on the moby dick because he can find all things that he likes most there — food, food, and more food.

he hums as he pulls the fridge open to survey his options, taking a moment to scan the shelves before finally deciding on a pudding. just as he stuffs both cheeks with sugary, creamy custard, you walk into the kitchen.

actually, walking wouldn't be an accurate description. you waddle in with heavy footsteps, bulging grocery bags piled high in your hands. ace swiftly darts out of the way lest he gets taken down by a sack of potatoes.

you plop the groceries down with a sigh and catch your breath before your eyes land on the wavy-haired commander.

"ace, hi! i didn't see you there."

you wear a smile of delighted surprise, and both his heart and lips respond with a smile of their own. even out of breath, brushing your hair out of your face, you are so lovely and sweet that you put ace's afternoon snack to shame.

he realizes with a start that he's staring at you longer than what would be socially acceptable. clearing his throat, he scoops another mouthful of pudding and points at the groceries you're unpacking.

"what's all that?"

"dinner," you set down shrimps, potatoes, carrots, and... cream cheese?

ace raises his eyebrow.

you look down at the strange combination of ingredients and laugh at his confusion, "the 4th division picked paella today, but pops made a special request for carrot cake, so that's what all this is."

ace nods like this makes absolute sense and he knows exactly why you bought the cream cheese (was it for the paella? or the carrot cake?).

after you finish unpacking, you turn around as if you've just remembered something.

"wait, what are you doing in here?"

he raises the pudding cup in his hand.

"snacking," you both say in unison.

if ace hadn't finished the rest of his snack right then and there, he's almost sure that his face would've split from how wide his grin was. spoon in his mouth, he manages (what he hopes is) a still devilishly handsome smile.

for a moment, ace could swear that you're blushing but you turn away before he can confirm.

"so," you say. "any chance that you like cooking as much as you like eating?"

he makes a face, "eh. i'm a disaster in the kitchen."

"but you're always in here!"

"yup," he licks his spoon before putting it in the sink, "and it's because the fridge is my best friend. but me and the stove?"

he sidles next to you, making a show of glaring at the stove before he leans in close. holding a hand to his face, he whispers, "we're sworn enemies."

at his poor acting, you burst into laughter and ace grins to himself. what a wonderful feeling to be the reason for your smile.

"well, you could always make new allies," you slide him a vegetable peeler. "the utensils are very friendly, you know."

"hmm, i don't know... i've got a busy day of napping ahead of me..."

"nap later! dinner is in 3 hours and i haven't event started-"

"that's so much time!"

"not for an entire crew of pirates, it isn't!"

you give him your best puppy dog eyes, and ace thinks that it must be illegal for someone to hold that much power in a single look.

"c'mon ace. pretty please?"

pretty indeed — very, very pretty.

so here he stands, armed with a carrot in one hand and a peeler in the other.

soon enough, the kitchen is overtaken by the rhythmic sound of your knife against the cutting board and ace's hands fall suit to match your pace.

he moves the peeler in one swift motion. chop. he spins the carrot. chop. peel. chop. spin. chop.

his brain goes into autopilot, letting his attention travel to the main attraction of the kitchen. truth be told, one of the reasons why ace spends so much time here is because you're always here.

ace watches as you prepare the veggies with focus. like always, there's a joy in your concentration and the way you move is akin to watching an artist in their studio. you're so caught up in your cooking that it seems like you've forgotten ace is beside you.

your eyes stay glued to the cutting board — which is an absolute shame.

because if you were looking at ace, you'd catch him staring at you. if you were looking, you'd see the most tender, loving expression that a man could gift anyone. you'd see how he marvels at you like the first explorer to stumble upon the breaking dawn, committing to memory the discovery he's made — a magical, wondrous picture that one could only hope to find.

the sun rests in that sweet spot just before it sets, casting golden shadows on everything in the kitchen. sunset hues paint you the perfect shade of beauty — loose tendrils kissing your cheeks, sunlight falling along the curves of your face, a joyful smile that crinkles your eyes and lights up his entire day.

if you were looking, you'd know without a doubt that ace is irrevocably, hopelessly, dangerously in love with you.

and you leave him breathless, speechless, when you glance in his direction. a giggle leaves your lips — a beautiful, beautiful thing — and you look up to meet his eyes.

"do you have a vendetta against the peeler too?"

he looks down at the carrot in his hands, whittled down to a size that could only be appropriate for pixies. a delightful look of embarrassment takes over his face and you laugh again.

this time, it's the kind of laughter that's infectious and welcoming, and it doesn't take long for ace to accept the invitation. his own laughter is playful and sweet alongside yours — the way happiness is supposed to sound when you spend time with someone you love.

"i guess you're right," he gestures towards the peeler, "i don't think we can be friends."

"but we're friends," you pass him another carrot. "and friends help friends make dinner so let's try again, hm?"

friends. what a detestable word. it stews in his mind, ugly and irritating, until he can't take it any more and he blurts,

"what if we weren't?"

you look at him, taken aback.

oh god, now he's done it.

"what?" you sound hurt. "did i do something?"

shit. he back pedals, "no, nothing like that. that's not what i meant. you- you didn't do anything."

"then...?"

ace takes a deep breath; he's already dug himself a hole - might as well dive right in.

he ignores his nerves and tries to channel his usual flirty self. he fixes his eyes on that damned vegetable peeler on the counter.

"what if i wasn't your friend," he says as nonchalantly as possible. "and i was your boyfriend instead?"

a beat. then—

"well, boyfriends still have to help with dinner."

his head snaps up. your tone isn't unkind, and something like hope rises in his chest. that doesn't sound like the rejection he was expecting. he musters enough courage to make eye contact with you, and he's so glad that he did.

there's a teasing smile on your lips, and you look at him with hearts in your eyes, "and for the record, i would like that very much."

ace has spent a lot of time memorizing every wonderful, beautiful smile of yours but this one is new. this one is shy and golden, and it could be ace's favourite one yet.

the kitchen is ace's favourite spot on the moby dick because he can find all the things that he likes most there — meat, ghost peppers, spaghetti, and most of all, you.

[romanoffsbish]

Stupid, Cupid

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

WandaNat x Reader

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 4.1 | Words: 3,500

Wanda's POV

TO SAY I'M NERVOUS WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT..

Y/N's finally almost ours, and she's already such a tease, she completely has the upper hand here. We now have to plan a dinner date, in New York, on the most romantic night of the year...

Natasha told me she had the reservations handled, reassuring me that she could easily secure some. I have no doubt whatsoever that she's telling the truth, she can be quite convincing...

So, I'm in charge of everything else—as always. I'm currently picking out both of our outfits for this evening, while also setting up Y/N's gifts we had put together for her. I'm also meant to be preparing late night snacks for movie night, because no matter what happens tonight, that's still happening—she promised.

"Hey Wands, Jean-Georges, or Scalini-Fedeli?" Natasha asks me, walking in with two phones in her hand, as if it's an easy feat to secure reservations three hours out on Valentine's Day.

"Scalini-Fedeli, Y/N loves the cake there!"

"How do you know that?"

"I had brought some back for her a few months ago, she wouldn't shut up about it for days." I laugh out.

"It was after we had that mission where we were tailing that couple who was making weapons for Hydra." I add on, seeing her brain spinning, trying to remember the restaurant.

"Oh yeah, we had ordered her dessert, because she had been benched after an injury, and had been really sad about it."

I hum in acknowledgment of her epiphany, as I continue to steam out her beige pants to get out the wrinkles.

"Just confirming, that's reservations for three for Romanoff at 8PM?"

...

"We'll no longer be needing your table."

Natasha says before closing out both of the calls, then relaxing on our bed.

"Do you think I have time for a nap?" She genuinely questions me, as I turn to stare daggers into her soul.

"You know, I suddenly have loads of energy, what can I do to help you, moya lyubov'?" She quickly changes her tune.

Y/N's POV

HOLY SHIT!

That little bout of confidence I had out there was fleeting, now I'm frantically searching through my wardrobe for something worthy of a date with them. It's honestly hard to choose when I have no idea where we're going.

I eventually settle upon a simple black dress, that falls about mid thigh. Then I pick out simple gold bracelet, matching it to the gold "baby" necklace; subtly drawing attention to the plunging v neck aspect of the dress, that allows a slight glimpse at the red, lacy lingerie I'll be wearing underneath.

It's currently 5PM, so I move into the restroom to get ready for the evening. Starting with a shower, I exfoliate, then shave; finding I stay in longer than normal, allowing the water to ease the tension within. Stepping out, I dry myself off, then start moisturizing my body. I put my lingerie on, then situate myself in my plush robe.

I'm not one to wear much makeup, so I opt out of it completely. I simply move to take care of my skincare routine, ending with my moisturizer, and then applying a light pink tinted lip balm.

Moving to the jewelry, I place my necklace and bracelet on, then I rummage through my rings before selecting a few. I situate my squiggly red dangling earrings in, then a pair of tiny red hearts into the secondary hole. Finally placing an arrow through the heart barbel into the industrial piercing in my right ear. Strategically selecting jewelry to fit the theme of the evening, while subtly paying homage to my beautiful dates. I then blow out my hair, choosing to allow it to fall naturally.

Exiting my room, I spare a glance at the clock to see it's now 6:30, so I allow myself ten minutes to just sit on the bed. Needing a minute to myself, trying desperately to focus on my breathing, that had started picking up as the reality of tonight dawns on me. I find myself—once again—in a fit of tears, shocked that my ducts have been able to keep up. These tears are different than the others though, as they fall it's like this weight's being lifted off of my heart. I've been miserable for the last year, and had I opened my eyes sooner, I'd have seen what was always right in front of me.

I quickly pull myself together as time almost slips away from me, dabbing the tears stains off my cheeks, incredibly thankful I decided against makeup. I drop the robe, then step into the dress, releasing a sigh as I straighten the wrinkles out. Grabbing my tiny backpack, and phone, just in time for there to be a knock on my door. I open it, stunned to see nobody actually there, then I notice a note to my door.

"Meet us in the garden. ❤️ W & N"

Nat's POV

After all the threatening I had done to swing these reservations, Wanda had completely changed her mind in the span of twenty minutes. Informing me that she knows how much Y/N loves intimate moments, so a dinner date just wasn't worth her precious time. I for one agreed, but more so because I didn't have it in me to sit in yet another stuffy restaurant. She had began to move at an inhuman speed to set up the garden, running circles around me, leading me to wonder if she'd actually absorbed Pietro—I hadn't seen him in awhile...

She gave me new instructions, I was to pick up dinner, then return and get ready.

At about 5:30PM, I had set off to get dinner, driving off towards Uncle Paul's Pizza to pick up two pies, a salad, and one of each dessert they had to offer. I placed the pizzas in a warmer in the kitchen, then placed everything else in the fridge, along with a bottle of red wine.

After checking on my spazzing girlfriend, to see she'd already gotten ready herself, I swiftly ran upstairs. I entered the room, and jumped into a brief shower, moving to remove the stench of all those people off of me, more specifically Serena's...

Wanda was wearing a gorgeous burgundy jumpsuit. Since we weren't really going out, I decided against a full face of makeup, opting for just a layer of foundation, and a lipstick to match my top. While slipping my baggy burgundy top on, followed by my light beige pants, I couldn't help but to feel underdressed in comparison to my girlfriend...

Once I had finalized my look, I looked to the clock to see it was five to seven. I shot off a text to Wands, placed a note on Y/N's door, then played a game of ding-dong-ditch. I then collected the items from the kitchen, and met Wanda outside to wait for our dream girl to make her appearance.

Y/N's POV

The compound was lowly lit as I descended the stairs, there was a light tune playing throughout the building, and the pathway to the garden was littered with rose petals. The anxiety within me was now at an all time high, as the reality further set in—I was going on a date with the women I had fallen in love with. Somehow, I managed to catch their attention, and now they want me, as I see the effort before me I can't help to believe them.

They actually want me...

Once I stepped out the door, I was stunned in place at the sight before me. Wanda and Natasha were stood at the entrance of the garden, looking absolutely gorgeous, as they stared up at me with the most genuine smiles plastered to their faces.

There's a tense silence around us, as no one's really making a move to speak, or, well move. Then Wanda finally interrupts the silence around us.

"So, change of plans dorogoy... We're not all that interested in sharing you with the world, so we thought we'd plan something a bit more intimate. We hope that's alright."

I smile gently at her, then descend down the couple steps and throw myself into them, as I'm overwhelmed by the efforts.

"It's more than alright, it's perfect." I genuinely sigh out, as I release them from the group hug.

"Yeah you are!" Natasha cheekily quips, then grabs my hand to pull me towards a delicious set up.

"We've.." Natasha starts, then stops as Wanda clears her throat.

"Wanda, has set up the garden for our wining and dining, then also for our movie night."

I sit down on the blanket, Wanda comes over instantly to place a pillow behind me, before taking her place to the right of me. Natasha then reaches over, extending me a glass of one of Tony's finest wines—2010 Château Lafite Rothschild, Pauillac.

"Did someone sneak into Tony's cellar?" I jokingly question the redhead, slightly grimacing as I take a sip of the bitter beverage.

"He kinda owes me, I have saved his life a handful of times." She replies, with a wink to follow.

We settle into a comfortable flow of conversation—as we always do, while Wanda plates up the food. We talk about everything, from upcoming missions, to our biggest dreams for what life has to offer.

— SMUT — 🥵 🌶 😳 (linked separately for those not interested)

Y/N's POV

We're currently lying on the blanket, a complete mess of entangled limbs, completely blissed out. The warmth of the previously shared moments begins to fade, as the frigid chill of the New York winter air finally hits my body once again, and I shiver instinctually.

"Detka, are you cold?" Wanda questions me, voice full of concern as she feels my body shiver beneath her hand.

Before I can even answer her, to reassure her that I was fine, she was on her feet as she ran into the compound. Natasha pulled me incredibly closer, and into her body, sharing her abundant warmth with me.

"How long?" I quietly question the redhead beside me, rolling over in her embrace so that we're face to face.

"Hm?" She hums in confusion

"How long have you guys wanted me?"

"It's going to sound cheesy, but the want for you was practically instantaneous." She chuckles out, as she raises her hands up to trace along my face.

"The moment you walked through the doors, the shy little thing that you were, Wanda and I found ourselves drawn to you. That first night at Tony's welcome party, we got a glimpse at your wild side, and we were reeling in the adorableness of you. Then the next morning, when we saw your defeated hungover frame, pouting adorably in reaction to Tony as he had finished off the coffee we knew we wanted nothing more than to take care of you. It took us a few days to even discuss the mutual attraction with one another. So, when we went to feel it out, we had seen you introducing the team to her..." She continues, smiling the whole time as she explains just exactly how it all started for them, then ending with a grimace as she mentions their only obstacle.

"So, in short, nasha krasivaya devushka—since forever." She concludes, placing a gentle kiss to my nose, then wiping my happy tears off of my cheeks.

(Our beautiful girl)

"It's true, you've been our dream girl for the last two years... We just had to painfully wait for the leech to sort herself out." Wanda chimes in, suddenly alerting us to her return.

I look up to see she'd brought me articles of their warm clothing to wear, causing my heart to constrict from the purity of it all. She instantly smiles down at me, then extends her hand out to pull me up onto my wobbly legs. She "accidentally" pulled too hard, so I fell into her embrace, so she took the moment to place an affirming kiss to my lips. Natasha stands behind me, placing a quick kiss to the back of my neck, then firmly gripping my hips to stabilize me. Wandas lowers to the ground, gently lifting my foot and placing it into the rolled up sweats. She gently pulls them up, and over my butt, then she leans forward to kiss below my navel before finally standing up.

"Up-up." Wanda commands, so I lift my arms up, while Natasha slips her hoodie on me, confusing me as she's stopped halfway down.

Wanda giggles, then next thing I know I'm flying backwards into Nat's body as Wanda mercilessly tickles my armpits, then drags her hands down to tickle at my sides.

"Natty, why??" I cry out at the betrayal

"Save me... Please.." I continue to whine, and both women simply laugh at me, as Wanda slows her attack down.

She eventually stops, then pulls my hoodie down the rest of the way, laughing once again as she sees the current pout on my face.

"You're mean." I huff, as I protectively cross my arms across my chest.

"You're adorable." She chides, kissing away my pout, then she abruptly lifts me up and carries me against my playful protests.

She carries me towards the hanging patio daybed that's placed in front of a projector, and throws me atop it. Natasha follows us chuckling at our childish antics. Both women swiftly change into their own warm clothing, as the chill starts to get to them too.

"Happy Valentines Day, krasivaya." Natasha coos

"We love you." Wanda whispers against my temple, as I'm quickly falling asleep, contentment in my features.

"Ya lyublyu vas oboikh bol'she." I tiredly respond, chuckling as I hear them gasp at my use of Russian.

(I love you both more)

"Shit detka, that was kinda hot..." Natasha husks into my ear, as she buries her face into my neck.

"However, it's simply incorrect." Wanda remarks, before cuddling further into me.

I fall asleep with a newfound love for this holiday, as I realized that someone who really cares about you, would put in the effort.

It was stupid of me to have ever accepted the love Serena had to offer me, and I send up a quick thank you to Cupid for the beautiful women that now lie beside me tonight.

                     — - Bonus Scene - —

Tony's POV

Pepper and I just arrived to the compound, carrying a gift basket for Y/N. Pepper had insisted on bringing it by herself because Y/N, because her broken heart became common knowledge when Friday informed us yesterday. Also, she had been the only reason our Valentine's Day was a success, I had tried to pass it off as my own plans, but Pepper said "This has Y/N written all over it, nice try."

Since it had been our fifth Valentine's day as a married couple, and a ridiculously larger amount altogether, Y/N volunteered to work her magic to make it special. It's only right that we do our best to make her feel better.

"Friday, where's Y/N?" Pepper asks, as we take in the messy appearance of the compound.

My heart shatters at the thought of the redheads celebrating so out in the open while our resident ray of sunshine was upstairs with a broken heart. That would be so out of character for the two, as they were truly whipped when it came to Y/N.

"Sleeping in the garden Mrs. Potts." The AI responds, and I can almost hear a mischievous undertone behind her words.

That actually makes a lot of sense, whenever Y/N's having a rough time, she'd always go to the garden or the roof to decompress.

We walk through the compound, on route to the garden, finding that the trail of romance continues all the way there. I am now under the impression that we're going to stumble upon something interesting.

Suspicions instantly confirmed, as the area within the garden for relaxation is a mess. Clothing strewn all over the place, a bright red thong instantly catching my eyes as it's hanging off the statue. Pepper's oblivious to the sight before us, as she descends towards Y/N. She ends up almost tripping over a pair of pants, and it's then that she realizes.

"Oh my gosh." She whisper shouts, suddenly noticing the additional bodies beside Y/N on the daybed.

"Glad to see you've taken stock of your surroundings..." I quip, instantly regretting it as she glares in my direction.

"We have to get out of here, this feels like we're invading their private moment."

"That's because we are." I laugh out, then make my way over anyways.

They look absolutely adorable all cuddled up together, never in my dreams had I imagined I'd see the day where I could document Natasha—the scary assassin, in this way.

Ignoring the glare of my wife, I slowly lift my phone up to take a photo of the sight before me. I take a multitude of photos from all angles, not paying any mind to the flash being on as it's broad daylight, or to the sounds of the camera clicking. It's only when I turn my phone to take a selfie with them in the background that I realize... I fucked up!

In the corner of my screen, I notice the now awake assassin's gaze on me. An amused smirk on her face, that is anything but funny; on the contrary it's actually quite deadly, I should know as it's usually reserved for me. I waste no time in taking off across the garden, while she calmly stalks off after me, confident that she'll get me.

Y/N's POV

I wake up to the sound of clicking, peeking through to to see that Tony's taking a plethora of photos of us. Wanting to enjoy my morning, I slightly nudge the sleeping assassin, shocked that she herself hadn't woken up to his presence. My face was tucked into her neck, so before she could alert Tony I whisper,

"Be quiet, but look up baby..."

I feel her body tense up, before relaxing once more within the next instance, and then I regret my decision as she slips out of my grip, taking her warmth with her.

"Shh, it's okay lyubov'." She coos, then throws her blanket over Wanda and I, before stalking towards Tony, at a scarily slow pace.

Her spot isn't empty for long, as Pepper makes her presence known.

"Friday said you were heartbroken, but it appears she mistook your cries." She cheekily states, as she places a basket in my eyesight.

"You've been spending far too much time with Tony." I groan, but smirk up at her regardless.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you marry someone, you end up stuck with them on a regular basis."

"Well, thank you for coming by to check on me, as you can see I'm doing perfectly fine... But Friday wasn't lying, I've cried more in the last two days then I had in my whole life previously."

"No, thank you, Y/N/N... You saved our Valentine's Day, I was about to be the next widow if he took me to another high end restaurant then back home for a quickie and bed before 9:30 once again." She laughs out, while placing a kiss to my temple.

Wanda immediately perks up, then abruptly pulls my back flush into her front, while I squeal in response.

"Pepper, just because your husband can't please you, doesn't mean you can try to steal our girl..."

"Baby, play nice, she's likely to be a widow in a minute here, once our widow catches him." I remark, gently squeezing her hand that's wrapped around me, as she finally spares a glance towards the field outside of the garden.

As we move to sit up, we look out to see Natasha standing firmly in the center of the field. Tony is up in a tree, clearly forgetting all about his multimillion dollar super suit. He eventually loses his footing, falling to the ground below, as Natasha moves to stand above him.

"You guys hungry?" Pepper questions us, averting her gaze from the field, concern nowhere near present in her tone.

"Famished." Wanda yawns out, while placing a sweet kiss to me cheek and squeezing me slightly.

"Perfect, me too, if you'll follow me I have breakfast waiting for us." She remarks, as she begins to head indoors.

Wanda stands, then I climb onto her back, as my legs don't feel real anymore, then we walk inside, the last thing we hear is Tony's shrieks.

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Thanks to everyone who read this little mini series, I had loads of fun writing it.