For context, I work in a shipping warehouse.
Every time that we book a shipment, a little 1x4” receipt sticker gets generated for each shipping label that looks like this:
Back in 2019, my coworkers and I decided to save these stickers and just stick them all together as we work. See what happens.
So these seemingly innocuous strips of paper slowly built up layer after layer, and we’d sorta beat it on the concrete to increase the density…
After about 2 years of commitment, the result was a masterpiece. A life size replica of Thor’s hammer composed entirely of thermal paper and adhesive. It weighs around 12 lbs and packs quite a wallop.
After this project, we started fresh and created a little time capsule that can be encased in receipt stickers. Progress was slow, employees came and went. I promoted up and now I run the shipping department. Our workflow has changed and we no longer have the time to work on the project while on the clock. But I have continued to save each and every sticker that we generate, and just dumped them in a drawer until I can find the time to get back to work.
This brings us to today.
I’m now on paternity leave! And I made sure to collect the massive sum of stickers before I left.
Here’s where we are so far. I’m thinking this one has big pineapple energy, but I’m really not sure how big it will end up! If you have any suggestions for what it should be, let me know!
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So the other day I realized that every time I laugh a little hard/loud my mom either physically cringes or tells me to chill out, that day she looked at me and said "It's not THAT funny, geez." And it made me a little more self conscious of my laugh than it should've been maybe?
Anyways, can I request Bakugou noticing everytime the reader almost laughs they quickly cover their mouth and stop themselves from actually letting their laugh out, and confronting them about it? I just need my comfort character to tell me my laugh isn't actually as terrible as I think it is :((
I hope you have a great day, thank you!!
First of all. FirsT OF ALL-
Your laugh is sexy and wonderful and tell whoever says otherwise to kick rocks. Laughter is one of the best ways to release endorphins and raise moods. You laugh at whatever the sam-hell you want because baby, laughter is free and you deserve to do it in comfort.
Now… on to the piece!!
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It wasn’t just funny. It was downright hilarious.
The tiktok playing on repeat was so goofy, so ridiculous it made absolute cackles pour from your lips. For a moment, you let them fly, and you don’t think twice about it.
That was, until Katsuki came in, drying his hands on the paper towel. “What’re you laughing at?”
Arguably, the worst way he could’ve phrased that.
“Just… Just a video,” you manage, clearing your throat of giggles. “Didn’t mean to take you from your dishes.”
“You didn’t, I wanted to know what was so funny.”
You swallow thickly. He cocks a brow.
“It was nothing,” you brush. He rolls his eyes but he doesn’t press; he knows better than to press your boundaries in such a way.
Drying his hands, he does come over to sit with you on the couch, scrolling on his own phone. It’s quiet, no need to make conversations after being together for so long, but your heart sinks to your stomach when, once again, a video crosses your feed. This time, however, you let no laughter out, and instead smother it with your hands.
Katsuki says nothing, but judging by the way he peered at you from the corner of his currant gaze, you know saw.
More silence.
Another hilarious video, this time from Mina, and it has you whining to try and hide your laughter from pouring out uncontrollably.
This time, however, it makes him speak up.
“You keep doing that,” he says, not even bothering to look up from his phone. Chills shoot up your spine, and your jolt does cause katsuki to peek at you from his scrolling again. “What’s your problem?”
“Nothing,” you defend. “I’m fine.”
“And I don’t believe you.”
“Would you just drop it!”
A smirk quirks on his cheek, “so somethin’ is bothering you.”
A pout etched on your face, almost disappointed he realized something was wrong, and he lets out a soft sigh and turns towards you, his phone being pocketed. “You don’t have to tell me. But I don’t like you lying that it’s nothing. We don’t hide from each other, you know that.”
“Katsuki,” you whimper, adverting your eyes. Silence surrounds you both, and bless katsuki for his patience, but you just want it to end and be left alone. He moves one of his hands to rest on yours, the familiar weight making you feel more at ease.
“Do… do you hate my laugh? Is that why you asked what I was watching? It made me laugh too loud?”
“Huh?” He asks incredulously. Bleach blonde brows furrow in frustration, “of course I don’t hate it, the fuck? I was asking because I wanted to know what was funny. Don’t assume shit, you know better.”
“But you… you didn’t-“
“Literally only wanted to know what was funny. Don’t you know I appreciate a good laugh now and then?”
That, has you about to laugh, but your quick to hide it under a cough and muffled giggles.
He groans, “you’re doing it again. Just laugh, I don’t know what your problem is-“
“My problem is my laugh!” You whine, tears stinging at your eyes. “Don’t you think I want to laugh and have fun and not worry about what people think about the damn noises? How long I laugh? How when I think of a joke, I laugh more? Huh?”
This time, his brows raise, and his eyes widen as he realizes the can of complexity he’s just unleashed. But he doesn’t snap back, he never does; he quickly zones himself back with the new lenses you’ve given him into your mindset.
“Your laugh is fine,” he mumbles, tossing an arm around your shoulder. “I never said you shouldn’t be able to do those things, nor would I. Where’s this coming from anyways?”
You don’t answer him, and he doesn’t press further- he already knows the answer, but you curl into his side to hide away from your insecurities regardless.
“But… but it’s so loud-“
“Yeah, and it’s fine that it is.” His thumb gently strokes over the skin of your arm, “that’s how we know it’s real. Your laugh isn’t a problem or something. It doesn’t bother any of us, and you know dunce-face eats it up when you encourage him with your cackles. It’s cute. I like your laugh. Fuck anyone who says otherwise. Don’t hide that shit, or feel like you even have to.”
“You like it?”
“I do. Makes me all soft to know you find me and my obnoxious ass friends funny.”
Your cheeks flush and you nuzzle into his side, letting his gentle touch bring you back down.
“So…” you begin, and he hums for you to continue. “You really think it’s cute?”
He gives you a small glare and you flash him a smile, “don’t make me regret it.”
“You think I’m cute?”
“You are, in fact, making me regret it.”
“I mean… I am pretty cute-“
“Regretting it,” he snaps before tickling up your sides to make you squeal and laugh once again; but rather your hands cover your mouth, they circle his wrists to move his hands away. “Shut the hell up before I make you regret it.”
“So mean!” You whine, writhing against him. It doesn’t last long, and he moves his hands to instead wrap around you and pull you into his chest, his nose nuzzling the back of your neck. You purr and use your strange position to curl into him, letting his big arms protect you both from whatever insecurities dare try to tread.
“I’m glad you think it’s cute,” you confess, and he chuckles.
“Of course I think it’s cute. Wouldn’t go out of my way to hear it if I didn’t.”
“I think you’re cute, Katsuki.”
He plants a gentle kiss to the tender muscles at the nape of your neck, “I think we’re cute together.”
You crane your neck to look at him, his contented face burrowed into the warmth of your muscles, eyes closed as he all but soaks you in.
“Yeah?” You mewl.
“Fuck yeah.”
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