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muffinlance · 8 months

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prompt: Ozai has Azula watch Zuko (his progress or rather lack thereof) from way earlier on, possibly even before Aang gets away from the iceberg in the first place

There it is, written at the bottom of his banishment notice, wobbling in and out of his vision and he’s not sure if it's his eyes—

(Father wouldn’t have meant to blind him. Being blind won't help him catch the Avatar, so he’ll just not go blind.)

It’s either his eyes, or. Or the rage. It has to be the rage.

So Zuko reads the line again, and lets the fire brim up and overflow, until sparks chase the shout from his lips.

“Banishment to be overseen by Crown Princess Azula?”

- - -

“Prince Zuko,” Azula says, standing as tall as an eleven year old can. She’s using his title, so that he’ll use hers. And if he doesn’t then he’s ill-mannered and not fit for his own.

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko grits out.

“I’ll just be inspecting your ship, then. Father’s orders.”

Two men are in shackles by the time she’s done.

“—Fostering mutiny against your prince,” she is yelling, and somehow her voice is just as high-pitched as his without sounding childish at all. “When our father hears about this—”

- - -

“So you had them executed,” Fire Lord Ozai inquires. Lightly. And from behind his flames.

“Of course, father,” says the kneeling child. “It was an attack on our family.”

Her father doesn’t say anything.

Azula is eleven. Eleven, she had presumed, was old enough to count.

One, two, three. Four, with Uncle. The royal family.

Her father is silent still.

One. Two.

“Forgive my impertinence, Fire Lord,” she says. “I will bring them to you for judgment next time.”

“Do so,” Fire Lord Ozai says. He does not contest the ‘next time.’

- - -

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko says.

“Your bandage is off, brother,” Azula says. “Are you blind?”

“No.”

(The blur of her red robes, the eye-searing glint of sunlight off her headpiece—he’s not blind in that eye. He’s just… still recovering.)

“Lovely,” she says. “Then what’s your excuse for the condition of this ship?”

…He has an increased budget for repairs, by the time she’s done.

- - -

“Brother,” Azula says, “traditionally knives are to be delivered to the back.”

“I… what?” her brother says, still holding out the inexplicable thing. “No, I bought it at port. For you. See, it matches the one Uncle got me.”

“How original,” she says.

Her brother turns a shade of red that puts his bending to shame. Not that it’s a particularly high bar. “Fine, I’ll just—throw it out.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. At the least, Mai will want it.”

- - -

“Nice knife,” says Mai, looking at the hilt peeking out of Azula’s boot.

“Be silent,” Azula says, thus ending that conversation.

- - -

“Did great-grandfather… did we…” starts her brother, fresh from scurrying about the Eastern Air Temple like some particularly dim-witted pheasant-monkey, the dust not even brushed from his clothes even though he knew her ship was waiting down here. “Azula, there were children—”

“Be silent,” she says.

- - -

“You’re leaving frequently,” comments father, as his knife cuts through the pheasant-monkey, clicking against the plate below. The persimmon-cherry sauce is thick and red and smearing.

“I find it advantageous to cultivate a working knowledge of our nation’s tactics,” Azula answers. She does not push around her meat like a child, but she does eat only lightly; the dish is more sour than she remembers.

“And your brother?”

“Oh, him,” she says, to which her father smiles.

- - -

“...What?” Zuko asks, blinking down at the scrolls.

“It’s your birthday,” Azula says. “Apparently, I should have gotten you a calendar.”

“Thank you?”

She sighs.

- - -

“Do we… tell him we can hear him?” asks the assistant cook, as the prince continues monologuing. Dramatically, and loudly. Through the pipe connecting the drain of the kitchen sink to the ones in the shower.

“Ssh, I think this is one of his new plays.”

- - -

She gets him a calendar for his next birthday. It’s not funny.

- - -

He gets her a doll, for hers. The look on Uncle’s face as she torches it in front of them both is hilarious.

- - -

“Brother,” she says, looking up at the damage to his ship. “This is not the way to requisition additional repair funds.”

“Captain Zhao,” her uncle says in the background, with heights of pleasant antagonism she can only aspire to. As if a general could mistake Zhao’s new insignia. Particularly with all the polishing he does.

“It’s commander now.”

“How did you manage this?” she asks.

“Uh,” Zuko says. “Can we… speak alone?”

She eyes her brother’s shifting stance. Eyes, too, the way Zhao’s men are already moving to intercept and interrogate his crew. One of the new commander’s more noxious habits is stalking her brother’s every move.

Well. She’d been meaning to deal with that, anyway.

Azula snaps her fingers at the commander’s guards.

“Detain him,” she says. And for a moment, just a moment, her dear uncle freezes, as if she were talking about someone he actually cared for.

The guards don’t. She’s trained them better than that.

“Princess,” Commander Zhao says, his snarl well hidden behind a smile. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Crown Princess Azula,” she corrects. “Now hush; the adults are talking.”

- - -

They have an Avatar to catch, apparently. Her brother is coming home.

#her brother is coming home #it may be time for some other changes as well #how does the pheasant-monkey taste father?#oh of course I haven’t had any #you know I haven’t liked that since I was a little girl #are you feeling well father?#why don’t you have a little lie down father #oh is your crown uncomfortable?#let me just remove that for you #hush now #sleep #goodnight father #say hello to grandfather for me #avatar the last airbender #atla #Zuko #Azula #ficlets #yep that prompt hit the spot thanks Anon <3

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bluecollarmcandtf · 3 months

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Am I Acting Weird?

Part II

I've been jogging on this treadmill for over an hour now. Cardio sucks, and I hate this old unventilated gym! When I joined the football team, I did it for the parties and cheerleaders! I just wanted to drink with the cool guys and get laid. I still do, but I haven't had a drop of alcohol in weeks. I can't even remember the last girl I hooked up with!

I used to think it was weird that I was suddenly working out all the time. It was like my entire personality had changed overnight.

I know it's not weird now. Max, my younger brother, told me so. I have to keep working out until I become the quarterback of the football team. Then I have to bulk up and train even more, so I can become a professional footballer. That's my new goal in life, and I can't wait for my little bro to be able to brag about being related to a pro athlete.

Sure, I never really wanted to play football professionally. If it were up to me, I'd be out drinking with my buds, but it's not up to me.

That's not weird right?

I shake my head and slow my aching legs. Droplets of sweat run down my face as I work to control my breathing. My whole body is sore from the conditioning. It doesn't help that this is my third workout of the day. Between my morning weight session, afternoon field practice, and this, I am totally whipped.

I stagger over to grab my workout gear. My night isn't over. I still have to bulk my stomach up for tomorrow.

With a frustrated sigh, I stomp out of the gym and march directly into the diner next door. I nod to the greasy cook behind the counter. I've become a regular here, so he knows me pretty well.

"The usual?" he grunts with a toothy grin.

I nod and sink into a booth.

Max, my little brother, got tired of me eating at the house. Apparently, it took our father too long to cook my bulking meals. Max has me eat here after my workouts, and I completely agree. Max shouldn't have to share our dad with me. He deserved to have someone at home cooking whenever he wanted to eat.

"Four burgers, fries, and a soda," the cook snickers as he slaps the tray in front of me, "A growing boy needs extra protein."

I grimace and turn away from the chef. His breath alone is enough to make me lose my appetite, but I take a big bite and swallow. I won't gain mass if I'm not consuming mass, and I obviously need to get bigger.

I've broken out into a second sweat by the time I'm done. Forcing myself to up, I have to adjust to my bloated waist. You'd think I'd get used to a packed stomach, but I always feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

I let out a belch and carry the dirty dishes to the back. It always feels weird strolling into an employees-only area like this, but it's part of how I get my meals for free. You see, the cook let's is nice as long as I take care of two things.

The dishes are the first thing.

"Leave the dishes," I hear his husky voice behind me, "I never wash 'em anyways."

I drop the dishes and turn the sink off, holding my gut as it growls in pain. My belly might ache, but I've got one more thing to do.

The cook watches me expectantly. He licks his chapped lips, and grabs at the bulge under his apron, between his two trunks of legs. He's already fishing the thing out. I know what he wants, so I drop to the floor. This has become just another part of my daily routine.

It's how I thank the chef.

I don't know how this became a habit, because I absolutely do not enjoy it! The man is filthy, and a man! I'm not gay! I like women, but I have to eat a lot to bulk up and Max liked the idea of me eating for free. It's not weird!

I let him manhandle me a bit, gripping my head and pulling my hair. The cook gets off faster if he roughs me up a little. He usually only lasts a few minutes, but it's the longest few minutes of the day.

It's not sex. It's just a transaction!

"Oh, yeah!" he growls with his eyes squeezed shut, "Yeah, boy! Fuck!"

I whip my head off his hairy crotch and jump to my feet. I spit into a napkin and wipe my mouth quickly. I know from experience that I won't be able to get the taste of sweat and meat out of my mouth until I brush my teeth thoroughly at home.

My part is finally done here, so I just want to leave!

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow morning, jocky boy!" he laughs, but I've already stormed out, marching down the street to my house. I'm trying not to think about how I'll be seeing him in a few hours for breakfast.

"Hey dad," I mumble, stepping inside.

"Boy," he answers dismissively, not even looking up from his work. As usual, he's wearing his home uniform: a suit and white gloves. I have a similar outfit for when I'm hanging around the house, but dad gets a lot more use out of his now that I'm constantly bulking up. Max is really the only one who seems to dress casually around here anymore.

I guess that makes him the weird one.

"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to start up a conversation.

"What's it look like, boy?" he answers gruffly, "I'm cleaning up after Max and his guests. Now, either get your uniform on and help or get out of my way."

His attitude makes me cringe a bit. Dad and I used to be really tight. We used to bond over sports and craft beer, but he doesn't really care about anything besides Max anymore.

I don't think he's gone to any of my games for the last few months. He's always cooking or cleaning for Max. I wish I understood. We used to tease Max all the time together, but now he gets angry anytime I try and bond with him. Like, it's totally normal and right for Max to be his new favorite, but I wish we could still chat every now and then.

"Sorry," I mutter.

My father ignores me and heads off to the kitchen in a rush. He looks erratic, and I can tell he's just as exhausted as I am. He's made it a habit of working extra hours at the office everyday. It's so he can bring home the biggest paycheck he can earn every week, but I know is affecting his sleep.

"Where is Max?" I ask.

My dad frowns, tersely responding, "Max took his guests to a movie in my car. The house needs to be clean and snacks need to be ready for when Max gets back."

"Oh," I sigh, "Are his friends staying over again? I'd stay up with you and help serve them, but Max said I should be getting nine hours of sleep every night."

"Go to bed, boy. I'll handle it," he states firmly, putting the final touches on the silver platter.

With that, my father picks up the tray of assorted snacks and walks them out into the living room. There he takes his place by the door and stands in his usual position. It's where he normally waits to welcome Max home everyday. Father and I know that someone like Max shouldn't have to put their own coat away or take off their own shoes.

"Alright, dad, see you tomorrow."

He doesn't answer. He's already standing still as a statue and probably won't move until Max gets back. Hopefully, my little brother won't keep him up too late.

Sleep won't be hard for me to find. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I pass out as soon as I fall on my bed. The rest of the night is a deep and dreamless void, while my stomach processes all the food I ate.

When I wake up, I find dad like this...

"Dad? Dad!" I give his shoulder a nudge.

He jumps to life, jerking his eyes around the trashed living room.

"Did you fall asleep standing up?"

"Maybe," he answers with shock, "Max had me holding everyone's coats while they enjoyed some beer. They must have moved to the bed while I drifted off."

"Aren't they a little young for beer?"

"Max and his guests are welcome to my alcohol whenever they want it!" he snaps back at me.

"Geez, ok."

"You have a workout you need to get to, boy," he barks, "And I'm going to have to hurry if I'm going to clean up this mess before work."

I stare at my father as he scrambles to clean up the living room once again. He looks even more exhausted and disheveled than last night. Hopefully, he would be able to clean everything up with enough time to shower and shave. I know that all of the household stuff is his responsibility, but sometimes it seems like too much.

With a shrug, I turn and step out of the door. My day is going to be the same miserable routine as the last. I'm not looking forward to any of it, but that's not weird. Like Max said, I'll just keep my head down, and power through.

#hypno story #mind control #gay ai art #servant

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avatar-anna · 10 months

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Baby Mine

or just young dadrry being a dad

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader

Reality struck Harry in the face when he realized Y/n was showing.

The text he got from Y/n saying she was pregnant? Mind-blowing, but also a little surreal. The conversations he had with his parents and management? An out of body experience. But seeing Y/n with a baby bump for the first time, with his baby? His knees nearly buckled from the stark realization that this was actually happening.

He was going to be a dad.

It was a terrifying thought. Harry was still a kid himself—in all the ways that mattered, anyway. He played video games with his mates, he stayed out late on the weekends, and it felt like just yesterday that he'd gotten his driver's license. He could barely successfully cook pasta, let alone take care of his own child.

And Y/n, the girl he'd only known for a short couple months. The girl he really liked to the point where he still talked to her even after his trip to LA was over, she was here with him, on tour, walking around in his hotel room in one of his t-shirts, her stomach stretching the soft material just enough to be noticeable.

"I thought we could have dinner together," she said, coming over to where Harry was still holding vigil by the door. "I was craving Mexican and I remembered you saying you liked tacos, so I did a little exploring, and voila."

His eyes darted over Y/n's shoulder, and there were in fact various Mexican dishes wrapped up in foil packaging. It smelled good too, but it wasn't quite enough to pull Harry from his stupor.

"I...I'm meeting someone. The boys. For dinner," he said.

It wasn't quite enough to pull his head out of his ass apparently, either.

"Oh."

Y/n blushed, her gaze flickering away from his. Harry felt like a dick, especially since it wasn't true. But he freaked out. He was freaking out. Playing house—or hotel—with a girl he barely knew and pretending it was perfectly normal for them to prepare to have a baby together was too much. All of a sudden, it was all too much.

"Have—Have fun, then. I'll probably head back to my room, I guess."

It was painfully awkward, but Harry didn't know how to make it better. So, like the grown adult he wasn't, he mumbled a reply and skirted around Y/n to set his duffle bag down before mumbling his goodbyes and leaving again.

He was gone for maybe an hour. While he was gone, he walked around aimlessly, letting himself get lost in an unfamiliar city. And in all that walking, he gave himself time to think.

Harry knew he'd been an ass. Y/n hadn't done anything wrong, and knowing that he disappointed her made him upset. Because the truth was, he really liked her. She shared his stupid sense of humor, she liked the music he liked, she had a cute little birthmark on her right shoulder that Harry couldn't help but feel compelled to kiss whenever he saw it. She was beautiful and smart and outgoing.

And now she was having his baby.

They were both to blame for that. Both of them had been careless that particular night, but Y/n had been clear to Harry when she told him about her being pregnant. "I want to have it, but I'm also not going to force you to have it with me," she'd told him when they eventually had a phone conversation. "I don't, like, expect anything from you, but I just didn't think it would be right if I kept this a secret from you."

"How did your parents take it?" Harry had asked because her voice contained a steely nerve that was deflecting non-existent judgement.

"Not great, but they'll come around. Eventually. I hope."

She'd said the last part so quietly, as if she wasn't truly sure her parents would actually accept the fact that their daughter was pregnant.

"I want to help," he blurted.

Y/n had looked at him with wide eyes, and a pang of guilt lanced through him at her surprise. She'd genuinely thought he'd leave her high and dry.

"Help?"

"I—I want to be a part of this, or help you raise it—the baby. I want to help. Like we're a team—Not a team. Like a—"

"A team. I like that."

Harry had been glad to be put out of his misery, though to his credit, he never imagined ever having this conversation, and he at least hadn't cried yet.

"You do?"

"Yeah. I think family is too much right now," Y/n said. "But a team...a team looks out for each other. Makes each other better."

So they were a team, though clearly Harry had been dropping the ball recently.

He was just...scared. Terrified. But he could only imagine what Y/n was thinking, how she was feeling. Since she'd joined him on tour, they talked about everything but the baby. Whether that was conscious or subconscious on either of their parts, Harry wasn't sure, but he knew they couldn't skirt around the subject forever. When he first told his mum about Y/n being pregnant, Harry insisted that he could do this, that he was grown enough to raise a baby. He wasn't exactly sure how true that statement was, but one thing he did know was that he could do much better than he was now.

When he got back to the hotel, Y/n was spread out along the plush sofa, eyes closed and arm resting idly on her belly. Harry wasn't so scared at seeing the bump this time around. In fact, a part of him was a little excited.

Y/n startled a little when Harry knelt by her side, her eyes bleary and a little red. "Sorry. I was gonna go, but I sat down for a moment and—"

"Nothing to be sorry for," Harry interrupted. "I'm sorry, actually. I was kind of an ass earlier."

Shaking her head, she said, "We don't owe each other anything. It's not like we're—"

"But I want to. I know things have been a little awkward, but I like you, Y/n. A lot. That hasn't changed."

"Really?" Y/n asked, and Harry felt bad when she sounded so unsure.

"Really. We...obviously didn't expect this to happen, but I want this. With you. Even if we are a little young and out of our depth here."

Y/n laughed. "Try a lot."

Harry grinned, resting his hand over hers where she was still holding her belly. "But we'll learn. Together. We're a team, right?"

Her eyes softened then. She ran a hand through his curls, the touch delicate but comforting, and Harry couldn't help but lean into her touch. "Yeah. We're a team."

They stayed like that for a minute, maybe two, but Harry eventually straightened, his grin widening as he said, "Right then. We should welcome the newest member of our team, shouldn't we?"

Y/n giggled as Harry shuffled around until he was face to face with Y/n's stomach. He lifted her shirt gently, his breath catching when he saw the baby bump up close.

"Hello there...baby. I'm Harry. Your dad," he said, only feeling a little silly. "You don't have a name yet, but I just wanted you to know that I love you, and your mum loves you, and even though we're a little on the young side, we're gonna take care of you the best we can. And so will your uncles."

"That was sweet, H," Y/n said, her fingers tracing the side of his cheek. "And...I do have a name in mind."

"You do? I didn't know that."

Y/n gave him a smile that felt like she was teasing him. "Because I'm telling you now. I've been testing it out in my head for a few days."

If Harry thought the baby bump made all of this real, talking about potential names would definitely do that. But whether he was ready or not, this was happening.

"Alright. Hit me with it."

A small smile creeped onto Y/n's face. "Simone."

"Simone," Harry repeated, trying it out for himself. "How'd you land on Simone?"

Y/n shrugged casually, but Harry knew that she put thought into it, that this name meant something to her. "It's pretty, and, I don't know, we talked about Nina Simone on our first date. It seemed right."

Thinking about their first proper date gave Harry butterflies. He remembered how nervous he was to go out with Y/n, spending an embarrassing amount of time picking out the right clothes and fixing his hair. But when he actually met her at the spot they agreed on, all his nerves went away, and he spent the whole date marveling at the fact that he was on a date with Y/n and all the things they had in common and how he didn't want it to end.

"It's perfect," Harry agreed, then bent his head to kiss Y/n's belly. "Hi, Simone. I can't wait to meet you."

A few months later

"Do you want to hold her?"

Y/n was in her hospital bed, hair hanging limp around her shoulders. She looked tired beyond belief, but she was smiling brightly at Harry as she held a little bundle of blankets, one of which was his mother's handiwork, Harry realized.

He found himself nodding, and before he was maybe ready, Y/n passed the baby over to him, and he was holding her. His daughter.

Harry looked down, a swirl of emotions squeezing his heart. She was asleep, the world's tiniest hand pressed against her cheek while she took deep breaths. Logically, he knew she didn't have any distinguishable features yet, but Harry felt like he could see himself and Y/n in her. Just gazing at her little face, he felt like he could see the next fifteen years playing out—the first words and steps, seeing Y/n holding her backstage, recitals and sports games, school projects, first loves, all of it.

An overwhelming feeling Harry couldn't name washed over him. It brought tears to his eyes as he realized just how much he loved her, how much he was willing to bend over backwards and protect her. And when he was able to break away from looking at her for a second, he found Y/n's gaze and saw the same look in her eyes, and one of understanding too.

Harry looked back down at his daughter, that overwhelming feeling rushing through him again, and for a moment, he wondered if that would ever go away. He wasn't sure he wanted it to.

"Hi baby," he whispered. Bending his head down, he kissed her forehead. "Hi, Simone. Welcome to our little family."

He knew Y/n was listening, but he didn't mind. It felt right that it was just the three of them sharing this little moment before everyone else flooded in to see the baby.

"We're a little unconventional as far as families go, and you'll probably have a different childhood than other kids," he said, not caring that Simone couldn't hear or understand him. He needed to say it. "But I'll love you with all my heart, and so will your mummy. You'll want for nothing because we'll give you the world, but you might have to be a little patient with us because we're new to the parenting thing.

"But I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy," he continued, his voice breaking. "I'll never let you feel unloved. I'll change your nappies and wipe your tears and make you smile. I'll be the best daddy for you. I promise."

Harry didn't know what the future held, but that he was sure of. He'd been scared and anxious the last few months, but now that he was standing in a hospital room holding his newborn daughter, he didn't want to give her, or Y/n, anything less than what they deserved.

Years later

"Dad, you're squeezing too hard."

"I don't care. My baby's abandoning me."

"I'm going to college!"

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

Simone began to squirm, but Harry still wouldn't let up. He was currently in the process of blinking back tears, and didn't want her to notice when he eventually did pull away.

"I'll be back for Fall Break," she said quietly, giving into the hug and squeezing Harry tight.

Harry took a deep breath and let go, even though he wasn't exactly ready to. Mustering a smile, he said, "I know. I'm just going to miss you. You're my baby."

Simone didn't balk or roll her eyes or contradict him, she just gripped the straps of her backpack as she gave him a wobbly smile. "You have plenty of babies to take care of at home."

Harry grinned and looked behind him where Y/n was keeping watch over the rest of the Styles family, though none of them were really babies anymore.

Looking back at Simone, he said, "Behave yourself, okay? Don't do anything Uncle Louis would do. And no boys for at least a month, please?"

Simone did roll her eyes then. "Sure, Dad."

That wasn't totally convincing, but he knew it was the best he was going to get. Harry pulled Simone in for one last hug, memories of the last eighteen years playing in his mind like a fast forward reel. Part of him couldn't believe he was already dropping Simone off for her first year of college, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to let her go. When he looked at her, he could still see the little baby he held for the first time, the one he promised to protect and do his best to raise. He hoped he fulfilled that promise.

"I love you, bug. Call me if you need anything. Any time, any place, you call me, okay?"

Tears appeared in Simone's eyes as she nodded. When Harry was ready, he finally stepped back and walked back toward Y/n and the rest of his family. As everyone got in the car Simone watched, waving to her siblings from the curb until Harry eventually peeled out of his spot, feeling like he was leaving part of his heart behind.

"Can we get something to eat?"

"In-N-Out!"

"There's no In-N-Out here!"

"A burger does sound good."

"Skip the song, please!"

"Play One Direction!"

Harry smiled as he shared a look with Y/n. He already missed Simone, but he knew she would be okay. And he found that it was easier—not by a lot but easier—to miss someone when there were five other babies, who weren't really babies anymore, to look after.

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ccawz · 8 months

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moments IV

a/n: personal fav is ksm <3 my baseball boy 🩷

warnings: some sad themes in Minho, Felix, and Jeongin’s (mostly Lix) slight nudity in hyunjin’s (not explicitly, it’s implied!)

ot8! x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned) established relationships | 1.1k total wc

“Do you think our parallel universe selves are together?” Chan asks quietly, watching patiently for a shooting star to cross the night sky.

Your hand brushes against his, sand follows with it, and you start to regret laying on the sand without a blanket underneath. “I like to think we are.” You reply, “That in every universe I’d find you, or you’d find me, and we’d save each other like we did here.”

Chan doesn’t fight the smile that comes to his face, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss, sputtering when grains of sand land on his tongue.

A laugh comes from you, and Chan melts at the sound. He stares at you like you’re the only one in the world, and in his eyes, you truly are.

“It’s five in the morning.”

At your groggy tone, Minho stares at the clock. Red digits blink tauntingly at him, and he fights the urge to throw the clock across the room. “It’s night over here.”

Silence falls through the line. Minho thinks you’d fallen back asleep– he doesn’t blame you. “I miss you.” He says. He’d only say it when he thinks you aren’t listening. “I want to see you so, so bad.”

He settles onto his bed, looking out the window, staring at the moon who smiles back at him. He scowls. He couldn’t help it. “When I come back home to you, let’s go stargazing.”

He hears you shuffle but doesn’t speak another word. Though his lips curve into a smile when he hears you sleepily mumble out an “okay.”

“Have you taken a break?”

You look at Changbin from the corner of your eye, your typing never stopping even when he’d lean against your desk beside you. “Yes?”

“Honey,” he says, closing his eyes in exhaustion when you don’t acknowledge him any further. “You’re going to burn yourself out if you keep this up.”

“I need you to understand something, Bin.” He nods, lowering himself to his knees to look at you. “I won’t be able to focus on you if this report isn’t done.” He nods again. “I want to be with you, I want to take a break, but I just can’t allow myself to do it right now.” He stands back up, pinching your cheek lightly with a smile.

“I’ll stay with you, maybe get some work done too. Is that okay?” You nod, grateful that he’s always understanding. Even if you’d both be working and not acknowledging each other, just being together was enough for him.

“I think this is cruel and unjust punishment,” Hyunjin says, holding his arms up awkwardly as you mark his skin with dotted lines. “I only ate your food. I thought as a couple we could share things like that.”

“Leftovers are one thing, new food is another.” You say, slapping another sticky note on his body, smiling at the way his eyes close with irritation. “You don’t like me touching you?”

His ears flush red, but the irritation is still apparent on his face as he looks at his body littered with anatomy notes. “I do, but not when it’s study-related.”

“Don’t eat my food then.” You shrug, moving behind him. He feels the marker glide over his shoulder blades, the muscles contracting at the temperature. A kiss on his shoulder makes his body warm, “Thanks for letting me do this.”

“I didn’t,” he grumbles, then in a quieter voice, “You're welcome.”

“Can you wash the dishes?” Jisung looks up at you with pleading eyes, then shuffles over to you when you don’t look up from the magazine in your hands. “Baby, please.”

Your hand brushes his hair back, fingers massaging his head lightly. Jisung nearly moans at the feeling, slumping against your body while your hands travel to the nape of his neck. “Why?”

“I don’t want to do them.” He laughs quietly at his confession, tilting his head when your thumb brushes over his pulse point. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him, smiling when his hair tickles your skin. “Will you do something else instead?” You ask, rubbing his back gently. “If you don’t mind.”

Jisung hums, kissing your arm softly. “I’ll take care of the laundry.”

“When’s the last time we kissed?”

Your eyes flicker to Felix, though there’s a wall of pillows hiding him from you. “I can’t remember.” You turn over, and he’s still facing the ceiling– you’re assuming. “Do you miss me?”

Felix doesn’t respond like you want him to. He keeps quiet and stares at the ceiling decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars you two had put up when you moved in.

“I’m sorry for what I said.” He whispers. The pillow closest to your leg gets tossed to the side. “I didn’t mean it. I was angry and– and you were yelling at me, but you were crying, so I was torn between being mad and comforting you.” The pillow near your waist moved next. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

Finally, the last pillow moved. Felix was crying, not hiding the tears that flowed and dampened his pillow.

“You're holding the bat wrong.” You roll your eyes at Seungmin, groaning when he comes up behind you to adjust your stance. “The way you were standing, you’d trip before you could even leave the plate.”

Seungmin smiles when you lean the slightest into him, nudging you back into place after a second. “Weren’t you a shortstop and the cleanup?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. Pointing the bat at his chest. “That’s how we met.” He smiles, leaning over your shoulder to kiss you. “I’m glad we made the bet that day.”

He quirks a brow, “You’re glad we made a bet that the loser takes the winner on a date? And your team lost?” Your elbow jabs into his stomach, a small groan of pain coming from him.

“Even if my team lost, I won 'cause I got you.”

“Have you gotten any sleep lately?”

You hum, holding the phone between your shoulder and ear. “Can’t sleep without you.” He tuts, and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was wagging his finger and shaking his head.

“Baby, you need to rest.”

“I am,” you tell him. It wasn’t a lie. “It just doesn’t come as easy as it does when you’re here.” Jeongin sighs, shuffling about on his end. “Have you been sleeping well?”

“Of course, I actually have a blanket at night.” A chuckle comes from you. Jeongin succeeds in his mission of lifting your mood. “I miss you though. I can’t wait to see you again.”

You hum, smiling to yourself at his open affection. “I’ll be waiting for you.” You can hear his grin through the phone, your smile growing when he laughs quietly.

a/n; making another member!reader vers so I can write another m!reader for this lil series (but I’ll also do a m!reader that’s non member too)

#skz x gn reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz x male reader #bangchan x reader #lee know x reader #seo changbin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #lee yongbok x reader #lee minho x reader #bang chan x reader

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hothothotch · 5 months

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hi sweetheart! after you absolutely killed my last request and cleaned every dish with it MM MM MMMMM I'm back

this time, DBF!Hotch. The two of you got caught on your dad's new security camera beside the house that you didn't know about. Your dad tries to send aaron home to chew you out on it but Aaron gets all defensive and refuses to let you take the fall for both of your actions (maybe this leads to aaron's first acknowledgement that he loves you, 😮‍💨) but yes just protective!hotch standing up for you and your relationship 🦋🦋

Hello I'm baaaack!

I'm finally taking the web off the asks that got lost on my inbox when I disappeared, so you may see me for a few days!

Requests are still open, and you're invited to send anything Aaron Hotchner on my way.

Thank you for your request!

LUCK: sucess or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one's own actions. Chance considered as a force that causes good or bad things to happen.

With you, it was usually bad things.

Of course, there were exceptions — like when you graduated in law, only a few months ago; or the day your father (the Senator) allowed you to go for a guided visit to the FBI to study it's many Units just because you wanted to see law being applied on different contexts; or — and this one was your absolute favorite — when you stumbled into your dad's best friend, Aaron Hotchner.

The latter one had been an absolute blast.

Aaron Hotchner was BAU's Unit Chief, and thanks to his ties with your father, he had been the one responsible for your tour of the sixth floor. Aaron had been attentive and careful, he embraced your curiosity as if he was being paid to give someone a tour, and not to find serial killers.

At the end of your tour, he offered you his number because, "I was a lawyer, so if you ever need something, or another tour, just give me a call".

One week later, you called him to ask for advice on a hard case you've taken at the law firm you were working at; Aaron asked you to dinner so you could talk privately about it, and helped you go over the case files. You also talked some more about your private lives — how he had an 8-year-old son, how you had a dog, how both your jobs took more time from you than you wanted. At the end of the dinner, there was another one scheduled.

Aaron had to reschedule that one (a case in Alaska wanted his immediate attention), but he knocked on your door first thing when he came back, a bouquet of flowers (sunflowers, to be exact) in hand as he proposed you'd go out for that delayed dinner. You accepted right away.

The third date was at your home, and that was the first time you kissed. The first time you've done way more than kissing. By the time Aaron left your home that night — staying over wasn't an option when he had a son at home —, you were sure there was nothing you wanted more than a solid career and to have that man's hands on you again.

That was when things started to go wrong.

You've had your fourth date scheduled when a pipe at your home exploded, causing a flood to start in your bathroom and spread all over your house; and while you weren't excited to go back into living with your father, that was the only available (and financially worthy) option, because you certainly wouldn't ask Aaron to let you live with him.

No. Nope. Absolutely not.

It wasn't like you were dating, on the romantic sense of the word. Yes, you had feelings for him; yes, you messaged so often that people had asked more than once if you were in a relationship; and yes, you did way more than just making out like hormonal teenagers whenever you had a second to be together.

But Aaron had a son, and you had a golden retriever (and said golden retriever was too attached to Aaron, to be honest), and a month and a few days of hookup wasn't enough to justify calling someone and saying, "Hey, mind if I crash down at yours while my pipes are being changed?".

"Yes, honey" Aaron nodded, looking down at you as he played with your hair, "That's exactly what you should've said".

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in bewilderment. That was probably the third time you've been having that discussion, but it was the first time you've done it personally since Aaron had just came back from a case.

As usual, Aaron spent the night at home with Jack (he did invite you to go over, but you didn't feel like you were this far in your relationship to say yes) and appeared first thing in the morning at your father's house to see you. Now, you were lying together on the backyard, Aaron looking down at you, prompted up on his shoulders as you laid on the towel you brought out.

It was intimate, cute. The kind of moment you wouldn't have anywhere else, since the two of you lived on apartments. It was special, as if there was something more going on there, something unspoken.

Frightening. That was the word to describe it. And yet...

"I'll keep that in mind next time" you replied, a smile spreading on your face at the sight of the smallest quirk on his lips, "I like it when you smile, Aaron".

Aaron's smile widened, and God — you could feel your heart beating faster at that godly image, at the fact that you had put that smile on his face, the realization that his look of adoration was for you, and not any other woman.

"I like it when you smile, too" he whispered, leaning to press a soft kiss against your lips, "Even if this is not a rare occasion, because you're the softest person I've met".

"Oh, come on!" you pushed him away, and even if it was nothing more than the touch of your hand against his chest, Aaron pretended to fall backward on the towel, a silent invitation for you to lay on his chest, "I'm not soft!".

"Yes, you are" Aaron replied with a laugh, "Even more than Garcia, and she's essentially a marshmallow".

You gasped at his words, placing your hand on your heart as if he had offended you, "I can't believe you said that! I am a serious lawyer!".

"Never said you weren't, honey" Aaron pointed, pressing a soft kiss against your head, "Just that you're a very soft lawyer, that's always good to everybody".

"Which some would point as a weakness".

"Some are stupid" Aaron shrugged, "You are not. You're the best lawyer I've met, and I know you can do great things, baby".

You didn't know how to react to his words if there was an appropriate way to react. On these few months you've been seeing each other, Aaron had made a point of cheering you on whenever he could, and even managed to watch some of your court hearings (a benefit he got from being both an ex-lawyer and an FBI Agent), always having some strategic input for the next one.

Aaron has been helping, and has been hearing. He believed you even when you weren't sure your father believed.

God, you loved that man.

"Thank you" you whispered shyly, moving to kiss his lips, "I don't know what—".

"What the fuck is happening here?".

So, here's where the word luck suddenly turns into unluck. That specific moment in time, when you realize that the feeling of something missed you've been nurturing, had nothing to do with a lack of word to define your relationship with Aaron, but with the fact that at the end of the day... your father had no idea you've been dating Aaron.

It wasn't like you were hiding it from him — you've been open about dating someone, and he was aware that he knew that someone, but in truth you've never properly told him who that someone was. And while you wanted to say it was pretty obvious (because you've lost count on how many times you and your dad talked about Aaron when having dinner together), your dad had never been the one to read between the lines.

So, yeah. That was kinda your fault.

"Dad!" you stood up immediately, thanking every god available you and Aaron had decided to just lay outside, and not do something else, "You're home early".

"Yeah? You tell me" your dad snorted bitterly, looking between you and Aaron with anger written all over his face, "I was watching the security camera because I know this is when you get Lucky ready for her walk, and what do I see? You and Aaron here together! What was I supposed to do?".

You had some answers on your mind, but none of them seemed important as you looked around, eyes half-closed as you studied the space around you, "There are no security cameras on the backyard".

"Thank God I put on some last week!" your father pointed, "I thought you'd be safer if I did, and now I see that was providential for some other reasons".

You noticed when Aaron stood up beside you, his hand touching the small of your back softly, "There's no reason for you to talk with that this way".

"No reason? No—" your dad stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose for a second before he pointed at Aaron, "You, I want you out of my house. And you—".

"No".

For a second, you thought you'd been the one to mutter that simple word, that you had dared to say 'no' to your father to defend a... situationship with Aaron; it made sense because in your heart you wanted — craved — to tell your father that he couldn't tell you who you could date, or to put your "I'm an adult" speech to use, but you hadn't been the person to retort.

It had been Aaron.

"What did you say?" your father barked, his eyes twitching in nervousness.

"I said no" Aaron replied, taking a step in front of you, "You're not gonna talk like that with her. Not today, not ever".

"I'm her father—".

"That doesn't mean you don't owe her respect!" Aaron retorted, his voice louder than your father's, "You wanna talk about us, that's your right. You wanna know about us, that's also your right. But to scream with her in order to get some manipulated answer, that's not happening, not on my watch".

You knew you were supposed to step up and say something. Maybe you should tell Aaron to leave, so you could talk privately to your father; maybe you should stand with Aaron and leave with him because, honestly, you were dreading this specific talk.

But having Aaron defending you?

You've decided to study law because you knew what it was not to have someone on your back. Of course, your father had defended you in some instances, but there were other moments he'd made it known he'd step out so you could solve things by yourself; it did help you build character (as he used to say), but you missed having someone patting your back at the end of the day, or helping with the fights you just didn't feel ready to fight.

Aaron was just that person.

You didn't know if it was because he was FBI or it was his lawyer side rubbing in again, but it didn't matter — Aaron was fighting for you. Fighting for what you had.

God, you really loved that man.

"Okay" your father humphed, both his hands on his waist as he looked directly at you, "Then plead your case. And I hope is a good plea, because I didn't pay for the best university is this country for you to give me some lame reasoning—".

"Shut up!".

Yeah, this time it was you. And you knew that if you didn't go on with that, you probably would get too afraid to continue, so... "I'm an adult, dad" you cringed at how lame your words sounded in front of what Aaron had just said, "I won't say there isn't an age gap..."

"Twenty years" your father pointed between gritted teeth.

"But I'm an adult!" you stomped your feet, holding Aaron's arm, "I'm 28, I'm a lawyer, and I..." you closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip before those three words escaped her lips, "I can make my own decisions, dad. I'm not asking for your permission, I'm asking acceptance".

Silence. Deafening silence.

"Can I talk to Aaron?" your father asked finally. You could read anger all over his face, the way his jaw was tense and his hands were closed in fists, but you could also see defeat in his eyes — the realization that it didn't matter what he did or said, you'd stick to what you had with Aaron.

And you were proud of yourself.

You looked up at Aaron, waiting to see if he wanted to have this talk with your father, even if you knew he was too much a gentleman to refuse something like that (you had your doubts he'd ask for permission if he ever decided to pop the question — but why the hell were you thinking about that?), which was quickly confirmed with his curt nod, "Okay" you whispered.

With a gentle smile towards Aaron, you made your way towards your dad, stopping your walk beside him before whispering, "I love him. Please, don't fuck with that".

He didn't answer, nor looked at you. Taking it as your leave, you walked back inside the house, closing the door behind you — but not quick enough not to hear Aaron's final words.

"I fucking love your daughter, man. Please, don't fuck it up".

Maybe you weren't that unlucky, after all.

Thank you for the request!

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch x you #aaron hotchner fanfic #fanfic

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wildgirllz · 1 year

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this is super random thought that i had about Bucky, i shared it to people before but never put on asks/requests... so could you write something like this?

Imagine you getting a new roommate. Or should I say roommates because you did not expect Bucky would move in with certain adorable fluffball named Alpine. You don't mind though, you always wanted a pet but never had the chance to adopt any. And having Alpine around feels like she's your pet as well.

Your relationship with Bucky wasn't the best or the worst. It was neutral. Mostly because Bucky himself was quite reserved. He is either not at home (possibly in some sort of mission with Sam) or he's curling up with Alpine somewhere within the shared apartment. But that don't mean that y'all are not secretly pining for each other ;)

One day, you came back home from work to see Bucky pacing around anxiously. Turns out Alpine was missing, he can't find her anywhere. So they decided to went out to search for her.

You found Alpine first, she was being chased by an unleashed dog. Your poor baby was running for her life. Not thinking twice, you try to catch up with her and scoop her up to your chest before stumbling on the ground. You ended up hovering over the cat, protecting her from the feral dog. Indirectly getting yourself bitten/scratched on your shoulders, your back, any spot that was exposed to the dog. You were bleeding due to the unrestrained strength from the dog's attacks, but you mind was more concern of the cat in your arms.

When Bucky saw this. How you were literally sacrificing your body for Alpine; well he almost went full winter soldier mode. Like... no one touches "his girls". No one. But he managed to hold it back (cause we don't want to hurt the doggo) and of course, saves the day.

And the next following days were just how Bucky clings to you and do every little thing for you so you don't have to lift a finger when he's around.

You pull out your mug, he would take it from you and get your coffee done before you could stop him. You open the cabinet door in the storage room, he'd take the vaccum out before you could reach out to it. He made sure that your breakfast, lunch and dinner was on the dot; of course he was the chef of all the amazing dishes served to you.

It was nice and all at first but its not like you were paralyzed or something. And its been nearly 2 weeks. Your wounds were almost healed. You wanted to do something at least but apparently Bucky thinks that you needed rest.

So you kinda raised your tone, "i can't even make grab myself snack from the kitchen now? Whats next, Bucky? You'll bathe me? Or better yet you'll help me to get off? Cause god forbid I can't even turn on a fucking vibrator because I'm 'severely injured ' "

You were spouting all the things that you thought he wouldn't have the guts to do, just to make him stop doing literally everything for you. But turns out he was more than willing to do exactly what you just proposed.

Maybe he don't even need to use the vibrator. Maybe his fingers were enough, or his mouth, or his cock.

This is how I imagined it in my head, but feel free to write in your own way though! Have a nice day, love ♡

Girl look at that request 💀 you’re insane

Here you go!! <3

(I most definitely did not do your request justice im so sorry)

Let Me Do It Myself

It had been nearly two weeks since you saved Alpine from the unleashed dog, and Bucky had been hovering over you ever since. At first, it was nice to have someone taking care of you, but now it was starting to feel suffocating.

You were sitting on the couch, trying to work on your laptop, but Bucky kept interrupting you. Every time you tried to do something, he would jump up and do it for you. It was driving you crazy.

"Bucky, please," you said, exasperated. "I can get my own glass of water."

"I just want to help," he replied, looking at you with concern.

"I know, and I appreciate it, but I need to do things for myself. I'm not helpless."

Bucky looked at you for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Okay, I understand. But if you need anything, just ask."

You nodded, relieved that he seemed to be getting the message. But over the next few days, he continued to hover, always ready to jump up and do things for you. You were starting to feel like a burden.

One evening, you were making yourself a sandwich when Bucky walked into the kitchen.

"Let me do that," he said, reaching for the knife.

"No, Bucky," you said firmly. "I can make my own sandwich."

"I just want to help," he repeated.

"I know, but I need to do things for myself. I need to feel like I'm not completely helpless."

Bucky looked at you for a moment, then sighed. "Okay, I understand. But please be careful."

You rolled your eyes. "I will."

As the days passed, you tried to assert your independence, but it seemed like every time you did, Bucky was there to pick up the slack. You were starting to get frustrated.

Then, one day, you snapped.

"I can't even make grab myself snack from the kitchen now?" you said, your voice rising. "What's next, Bucky? You'll bathe me? Or better yet, you'll help me to get off? Because God forbid I can't even turn on a fucking stove because I'm 'severely injured.'"

Bucky looked at you, his expression unreadable. "Is that what you really think of me?"

The passion between them was palpable, the tension wrapping around them tight like a cord in the small bedroom. The thundering rain outside its windows provided the perfect background music for their highly charged moment.  Bucky Barnes had just crossed a line, pushing his luck with pushing the boundaries of her patience, and now he was paying the price. She was angry and she had every right to be.   'You always do this,' she said, her voice tight with frustration. 'You always think that you know what's better for me than I know for myself.'  'No, I just,' he stumbled over his words, her anger turning him on. 'I don't want you to get hurt.'  She huffed in response, pushing his chest away from her and not even trying to hide her scowl. He stepped back and let his hands slide off of her body, feeling the loss of her warmth instantly.  She knew that her frustration was only turning him on more, which only made her angrier. She wanted to take control of the situation.  ' You don't get to make decisions for me, Bucky,' she said, her voice softer this time around, though still firm with her assertion.  He swallowed, his throat actually running dry, his body responding in a way that only she could make it. He stepped closer to her, his hands sliding around her waist before he pulled her into him.   She expected him to say something in response, not to take her in his arms and bring his lips down upon hers.  Their mouths moved together as if they had done this a million times, each stroke and caress of their lips only making them hungrier for more. His fingers ran up her back, squeezing her closer and further teasing her already sensitised skin.  The taste of him consumed her, making her forget why she was even angry with him in the first place. He let out a groan of satisfaction as her hands ran through his hair, both trying to deepen the kiss.  Finally when they did pull apart, both of them breathing heavily, their eyes connected, neither wanting to break the contact.  He leaned down again, his lips running down her neck, her moan vibrating through his body as he left a trail of gentle kisses. She arched into him as his tongue ran over her collarbone, his hands exploring her body as he moved lower.   He groaned when his fingers touched her between her thighs and her body instantly reacted, pressing against him, desperate to feel the pleasure his hands were giving her.  He pulled back and looked at her, their eyes still connected as each of them tried to take the other in. His face was filled with admiration and appreciation as he said, 'You're so beautiful.'  He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her again as he lowered her onto the bed, his body following hers as her hips moved against his. For a moment, he paused, his lips still connected to hers, a question in his eyes, asking for her permission.   Her eyes answered for her when she let out a soft moan, pushing herself against him even more, pressing his body into hers.   He responded by pushing himself in, their bodies melting together as he started to move, his hips moments surging upward with each thrust. His hands still moved around her body, both bracing for the intensity of the pleasure, and caressing her soft curves, taking in the sensation of her body against his.  'God, you feel so good,' he said, his words barely audible over her moans of pleasure.  The intensity built as they moved together, each of them finding their release moments later, Bucky burying his face into her neck and calling out her name as his orgasm swept over them.  They laid there, their bodies still connected, until finally Bucky rolled off of her and laid on his back next to her.   He reached over and gently brushed her hair away from her face, a satisfied smile gracing his face. He paused for a moment, just taking her in, before finally speaking.  'I'm sorry for trying to make decisions for you,' he said softly, regret laced into his voice. 'I just want to take care of you and make sure that nothing ever hurts you. I love you.'  “I love you so much, Bucky.”

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cartoon-lovers-world · 4 months

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Another Trolls fanfic...?

Sorry, but this is my new obsession

Tell me if you have any comments, I gladly accept them, love y'all~

A dash of chaos, a pinch of order

"Are you eating the batter?" Branch asked, staring at his eldest brother.

"Well, it does taste good," John Dory replied. "Who knew you could cook?"

Branch rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the recipe, unaware that his tongue was sticking out.

"So," Clay began, smirking. "Who are these for?"

Bruce chuckled. "Is that even a question?"

"Poppy," the four brothers said in unison, shaking their heads in amusement.

"Guys, cut him some slack, she's his girlfriend," Floyd said, defending his little brother.

"Thank you, Floyd!" Branch exclaimed, then added with a sly grin, "My favorite brother."

The elders' eyes widened.

"Excuse me?"

"Your favorite?"

"I thought you didn't have favorites!"

"Done," Branch finally looked up from the bowl he was stirring. A proud smile danced across his face, ignoring the commotion going on behind him.

"Wow, bitty b," Bruce said, feigning hurt. "That was really harsh…"

Floyd's smirk widened as he helped Branch pour the batter into the cupcake tray, exaggerating his delight.

"Wow, my now fully grown-up brother, Poppy will surely love those," he teased.

The youngest couldn't help but chuckle, joining in with his older brother, saying, "Thank you so much, my favorite brother, I don't know what I would do without your support."

John Dory, Bruce, and Clay raised an eyebrow, stiffing their smiles. "Are you two done?" Clay asked.

"Yup, we just wait for them to bake," Branch replied, reaching for the whipped cream. "Do NOT open the oven!" he warned, not even looking up from his new task.

"Oh, please, when did you become a master chef?" John Dory asked, slightly annoyed.

"Overnight," Branch replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I went to bed as the grumpy, sarcastic troll and woke up as Gordon Ramsey, it's a miracle."

Bruce stared at him. "Last time I saw you, you were just a cute, adorable baby, where did all that sarcasm come from?"

"The sarcasm fairy-"

"I say we stop, because apparently, he has a reply to everything," Clay interjected.

The group burst into laughter, unable to contain it any longer. It wasn't everyday they got to laugh like this, and it was so refreshing for them to have a moment of peace together, forgetting about the world outside. However, amidst the laughter that filled the place, Clay's cheeks flushed slightly, and he quietly walked over to Branch, clearing his throat to catch his attention.

"Hey, uh…" he stammered. "When everyone goes to sleep…can you help me make some? But don't tell anyone, okay?"

Branch smiled genuinely at him. "Sure, but for who?" his voice trailed off, realization hitting him. "Oh…ohhhh,"

Clay's eyes widened when he saw his brother take a deep breath then turn to the others, and he quickly covered Branch's mouth, knowing what's coming next.

"Alright, what do you want?"

Branch wiped his mouth, gagging, then whispered, "Do the dishes for a week."

"A whole week? No way, man."

"Okay, then, let's see who's gonna help you."

Clay surrendered. "Fine, you win."

"Awww, you two are getting along, what are you saying?" Floyd said suddenly, earning a yelp from Clay and Branch.

"Nothing," they said in unison.

"Hey, baby Branch, don't you think that's enough for the cupcakes?" Bruce asked, staring at the oven

Branch glanced at the clock, then shrugged. "Yeah, Bruce, can you please turn off the oven-What are you doing?!"

Branch rushed forward, preventing his brothers from opening the oven and ruining his culinary masterpiece. He sighed in relief as he raised to his feet, then turned to John Dory and Bruce with a disapproving look.

"You shouldn't open the oven right away or the cupcakes will…i don't you, you just can't take them out," Branch said sternly.

Floyd chuckled. "And why's that, Gordon Ramsay?"

"Poppy leaves them in the oven after it's turned off for a while before taking them out," Branch replied, checking the time again. "But maybe that's enough…"

In a heartbeat, the brothers raced to the oven, taking out the cupcake tray and hovering over it.

"Wow, they've gotten bigger," John Dory and Bruce grinned, each reaching for the treat.

Branch rolled his eyes and sighed, realizing that it was no use telling his brothers to leave the tray alone, so instead, he tried a new approach. He cleared his throat, setting the whipped cream bowl aside.

"So, uh…" he cleared his throat. "Wanna help me decorate them?" Branch asked, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

The elders' heads snapped up, their eyes wide with surprise. It's not like Branch hated them, they just had problems, and they're sorting it out. But out of all of them, Branch seemed to be the one with the most issues, so him offering them to anticipate in his cooking mess was a noticeable step.

"Is that a question?" John Dory smirked, getting the cupcakes out of the tray and carefully setting them on the table.

Clay leaned against the wall. "But what do we get in return?"

"Well, working together and having fun is enough, isn't it?" Floyd replied with a genuine smile.

"Nah, we wanna taste, bitty b," Bruce corrected playfully, earning a look from Floyd.

"Alright, alright," the youngest troll, now covered in flour and batter, said playfully. "Guess you can't resist my incredible baking skills."

"Oh, shut it," Clay teased, then walked over to him again.

"You're gonna help me, right?"

"You did promise to do the dishes."

"And what if I don't do them?" Clay dared.

His brother smirked. "Then I'll gladly shout out your adorable little secret."

The yellow-haired troll blushed. "I don't like Viva!"

"I didn't say her name," Branch said triumphantly.

"Darn it, when did you become like this?"

Branch opened his mouth to respond, but Clay stopped him.

"Yeah, Mr. Sarcastic, we get it, now let's go decorate those cupcakes, we have a girl to impress!"

Brozone cheered, each taking turns in putting a certain topping on the sweet gift. Chuckles, giggles, and whipped cream filled the place as the brothers worked together, reminiscing about old memories.

#Trolls #Trolls band together #John Dory #Bruce #Clay #Floyd #Branch #Fanfic #Trolls fanfiction #Not the best out there but i tried #Hope you like it #Love y'all

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paintingwhiteceilings · 8 months

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❃EXO as roommates❃

a/n: I know most people are here for the svt posts but it’s been a while since I have done an exo one. I literally just pre-ordered D.O.’s albums; I am already delusional as is without getting new do kyungsoo content :’)

Anyway, bc of having lived in a studio apartment complex, I well aware that nothing breaks or makes living in student housing more than roommates. CURSE YOU BONGO DUDE I AM STILL NOT OVER YOU WAKING ME UP AT MIDNIGHT WITH YOUR LACK OF RHYTHM.

Xiumin/Minseok: 7/10

✾ He would nag the entire time that the house is not clean enough and that you left your shit lying around. Whoever said that student housing tends to be messy has not met Xiumin.

✾ He has been cleaning ever since he moved in and will not stop until he has moved out. Xiumin will scold you when you try to help him out as you are ‘not cleaning right’, whatever that means. Fortunately, that means he will rarely ask you to help him with the chores so you still get to enjoy a clean house without having to put the effort in.

✾ Honestly, his healthy lifestyle choices kind of motivate you to do better. He will definitely take you with him to the gym when you let it drop that you might be interested in getting in shape. Free gym coach, basically.

✾ He organizes roommate days weekly where the two of you spend planned time together because he believes that roommates should become/be friends.

Suho/Junmyeon: 9/10

✾ He will adopt you as one of his children. The moment you step foot in your shared housing, he has accepted that he has yet another child to take care of and no, you can’t convince him otherwise.

✾ He takes care of you and makes you feel right at home; he is the definition of the mom friend. Are you having trouble making new friends? He will introduce you to his. Have you been too busy studying and forgotten to eat? He will drop by the grocery store.

✾ The only downside to roommate Suho is that he can be overbearing and slightly judgy. You will hear “I am not mad, just disappointed” a lot when you, for instance, decide to go to out with your friends during finals. Apparently, that is irresponsible.

✾ Did you really move out of your parent’s home, or did you just replace your parents with Suho?

Baekhyun: -10000/10

✾ He drives you absolutely insane and makes you regret moving in with him. Nobody is safe from his teasing and antics and you are stuck with it until the lease is up.

✾ He convinces you to divide the chores through games that he somehow always ends up winning. He has not done any chores since he moved in and he somehow keeps convincing you that this is the fairest way to determine who has to do the dishes.

✾ Boundaries, what boundaries? Locked doors will not keep him out. He will definitely throw himself on your bed telling you all about the drama of people you do not know when you are trying to study for an important test in the quiet solitude of your room. If you’re home, he will not leave you alone.

✾ Always spontaneously invites people over and forgets to text you about it. At this point, all his friends have seen you in your comfy but definitely not fashionable clothes.

Chen/Jongdae: -1000000000000/10

✾ He. Is. So. Loud.

✾ The walls are way too thin to live with him. You can always hear him before you even see him. The type to wake you up in the middle of the night or early in the morning because he has no awareness of how loud he truly is.

✾ It wouldn’t even be such a problem, but bro never shuts up either. If he is not talking, he is constantly singing or humming. Chen truly doesn't have an off button.

✾ Add to the loudness problem that Chen is a morning person. He is so chirpy in the morning, singing a song on top of his lungs whilst he eats his breakfast. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he is the type to try and have full on conversations with you minutes after you’ve woken up, getting offended when your replies are curt.

✾ You had to ban game nights because he gets too competitive, whining so incredibly loudly every time he loses. One time the neighbours filed a noise complaint and he still maintains he wasn’t that loud.

Chanyeol: 8/10

✾ A really fun person to live with if you like a very present roommate. He will constantly ask you to hang out and play games or watch movies because he can’t be alone for five minutes. However, compared to Baekyhun, his energy is a lot more chill.

✾ He will spend a lot of money on random geeky stuff, filling up the entire shared apartment with figurines, posters and that one Halloween costume that definitely was way too expensive. I can see him being the type to have a hallway full of boxes of stuff he ordered online. He has no idea of what actually is in them because he ordered it impulsively so long ago.

✾ Despite you living in student housing, he will make sure the interior looks stunning. He cares way too much about everything matching and will not allow you to place anything in the house without discussing it with him first. You can’t really be mad at it because your place looks like an Ikea showroom.

✾ Docking points because he will be either playing music or games at night. Trust me, nothing is worse than having someone practice their instrument when you are trying to sleep (Curse you bongo dude). All you can hear is him practising the same guitar riffs over and over again.

D.O./Kyungsoo: 6.5/10

✾ Listen, his cooking is amazing, it would make being his roommate worthwhile. He will always make enough food for the both of you, and if you do not dine together, he will leave his leftovers for you in the fridge to try. He genuinely enjoys cooking for others and is happy to try out new recipes on you.

✾ That being said, living with him is more like calmly co-existing in the same space. He will only talk to you when absolutely necessary and it takes him a long while to really open up to you (if he does at all).

✾ He respects your personal space and wants you to respect his, meaning he won’t go out of his way to spend time together. Being roommates does not automatically mean that you have to be/are friends in his book. If you click, that’s neat, but don’t expect him to invite you over for game nights for the first few months.

✾ He is definitely the passive-aggressive roommate that sends you a text over the smallest of things. Why confront you face-to-face when can send you a 2 AM text telling you to pick up that one sock that fell out of your laundry basket?

Kai/Jongin: 6/10

✾ He is an absolute sweetie, do not get me wrong. With his friendly and bubbly personality, he will try his hardest to become friends with his roommates. He will take every initiative to organize roommate events such as game nights, clubbing, etc.

✾ That being said, do not leave him alone in the kitchen, he will definitely accidentally set it on fire and you will be the one that has to clean up because do we really trust him after that? We have all seen his attempts at cooking, it never fails to be a disaster, so guess who is in charge of cooking from then on.

✾ Who needs matching cups and plates? Not you because he has shattered at least one of each set. Do not get too attached to your worldly possessions because Kai will knock them over or drop them on accident.

✾ He genuinely wants to help out with chores but he is so clumsy you still end up doing most of them. You can’t even be mad at him because, well, it is Kai.

Sehun: 2/10

✾ Is he even your roommate? You have no idea, he rarely helps out with anything. He has been so spoiled that he refuses to lift a finger and at this point, you feel brainwashed because he is getting away with it.

✾ If you are younger than him, he will be paying for everything you guys need, so that is a win. If not, be prepared for your bank account to take a massive hit because “the oldest should pay.”

✾ You guys get a lot of free stuff as Sehun knows to subtly let it drop to his friends, mostly Suho, that you guys direly need something. All of his friends basically function as sugar daddies, and neither of you is complaining about the free toilet paper.

✾ The type of roommate that judges your outfits and comments “Are you really going to wear that?” and leaves you on read when you text him about rent. He can be nice but tends to choose violence every time he wakes up. I hope that you’ve got thick skin.

✾ Despite his snarky comments, you know that he genuinely appreciates and cares for you based on how clingy he is. Good luck going clubbing without him. Your phone will keep buzzing with texts asking you when you will be home because he is too scared to sleep without another person present in the house.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Please for all things holy - more wife reader introducing doting!bruce to working class things/food. I want my man to experience the joy that is hamburger helper after a hard, cold day. Bisquick chicken? BREAKFAST CASSEROLE DUDE?!

"What in god's name-"

The cacophony in the kitchen was enough to wake the dead. But it was the giggling that made Alfred pause and say a quick prayer. Please don't let them be having sex in the kitchen.

The relief when he shouldered the door open was short-lived. Everyone was thankfully clothed. And even if Bruce was trying to get handsy- why on earth were you making breakfast? And what in the hell were you cooking?

It smelled good. Even if he couldn't identify it. Some mix of sweet and savory.

"I couldn't sleep," you explain, gesturing at the mess.

"And I haven't been to bed yet," Bruce added.

That at least, Alfred thought nodding, explained why he'd only recently heard rattling around. Working around Bruce was probably like trying to avoid a particularly amorous octopus. "I see," he hummed, "And what did you decide was on the menu this morning?"

"Well," you explain gesturing. "I started cleaning and found a crockpot- so I did a french toast thing my grandma used to make and then I figured I should probably put some protein in there somewhere. So. Egg bake thing. Also biscuits and gravy but that's just because I had the time- and there was buttermilk in the fridge."

"Why were you cleaning?" Alfred asked, helping himself to a cup of coffee and pulling up a chair.

"Not that there was much to do," you snort, "But it helps me think."

"Ah." He added cream and sugar and watched for a moment as you smacked the back of Bruce's hand when he started to stir something that evidently didn't need it. And he made a mental note to inform the staff that if you were cleaning something they likely weren't in trouble.

You'd apparently made enough food to feed a small army and as people filtered in you cheerfully told them to take a plate. Odd and unorthodox as it was, he could see it winning friends. Even if there'd be grousing later about the amount of dishes to be done.

Competent, was how Alfred would describe it. Out of the corner of hs eye, he watched Bruce take a couple experimental bites and come to the same conclusion. Dick was much more enthusiastic. Declaring that he wanted your French Toast concoction every day. And that the Biscuits and Gravy were almost as good as the ones the sword swallower would make.

"Thanks, dude," you manage around a stifled yawn.

"Can you make Chili?" he asked.

"Do the Backstreet Boy want it that way?"

"Who?"

"Oh my god."

Bruce snorted, "Your social Security check will be in the mail next week."

"Bite me," you tell him, sticking your tongue out.

"I bet you're bitter," Dick mused. "Or Salty."

#Bruce Wayne #bruce wayne x reader #doting husband!bruce #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

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conkers-thecosy · 7 months

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Bagginshield-tober / Day 1 / Breakfast

I've decided to take part in the lovely "Bagginshield-tober" prompt list by the excellent @smolestboop 💛

I've always wanted to write some reshirement stuff for Thorin and Bilbo, but never really had a definitive plot bunny for it, so this works out quite nicely! Going to keep them fairly short (although who knows what that actually means, when it comes to me and writing, lmao) but ideally all following on from one another! Hopefully they come out okay!

~*~*~

Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain for a mere nine days, all told, was getting pudgy.

It had been only six months since he had followed Bilbo Baggins to his home back in the Shire under the guise of an escort, unsure what to do with himself after his abdication. In that time he had let out his belt by two notches, and was starting to feel that he might need to purchase new clothes entirely, both for his own comfort, and for the sake of decency. Everything was decidedly tight, including his temper, as he'd had to lay back on the bed to fasten his trousers that morning.

Simmering with suppressed annoyance, Thorin entered the bright and warm kitchen to find his retired burglar already cooking up a vast and sumptuous breakfast for the two of them. He stood in the doorway, looking warily around at all the hustle and bustle, fried potatoes, ham, sausages, mushrooms, tomatoes. There was toast piled high beside the already open butter dish, where one half eaten slice was laying, slathered with strawberry preserve. Tea was being brewed, already laid out on the table with milk, sugar, and two cups and saucers, waiting with another two jars for the toast of marmalade and raspberry jam.

This was the issue. He tried to stay active, he really did. He chopped wood, he mended things about the smial, carried groceries (which was quite the undertaking given the amount of food the pair of them seemed to get through), he'd even taken to helping in Bilbo's garden, which he had found surprisingly back-breaking. Still, it wasn't enough to counteract the vast amount of meals the Hobbit seemed intent on feeding him.

He watched Bilbo from the doorway, still unnoticed by his host, and felt a little of his annoyance fade at the sight. He was humming merrily to himself, standing over the hob and frying a pan of eggs, the early morning sunlight streaming in through the window and catching the gold and copper in his hair. His small hands were delicate, but deft as he cooked with practised ease, and Thorin couldn't help but notice how radiant Bilbo looked. There had been a time when he had been deeply concerned about how small the Hobbit had grown on their journey, and to see him now filling out his clothes better, looking round and soft again as he ought, filled Thorin with a quiet sense of relief.

Just then, Bilbo turned to remove the pan from the heat, the eggs apparently now done, and saw his long-term house-guest watching him with, what was quite likely, a besotted look upon his face. Thorin straightened, feeling his cheeks heat, and cleared his throat. Before he had time to apologise, to explain, or anything really, Bilbo's eyes lit up and he smiled widely.

"Good morning!" he practically chirruped as he scooped the eggs onto the serving platter with the rest of the food. "I trust you slept well?"

"I did indeed," Thorin replied. "And yourself?"

"Very well, thank you, yes!"

It was a lie they both told one another each day. Neither of them slept well anymore. Thorin awoke often with nightmares, and from the bedroom beside him, he often heard that Bilbo suffered in much the same way. It was likely they both knew it was happening, but neither wanted to admit it to the other, and so they pretended every day that the fear, grief, heart-ache, and deep, abiding shame was nonexistent.

Suddenly Bilbo was standing right in front of him, eyes too kind, yet somehow hesitant, and Thorin wondered if perhaps the Hobbit was about to break their mutual silence on the matter. Instead he reached forward and almost absently patted Thorin's tummy with those small, deft hands he had been admiring only moments before, and smiled warmly.

"You're looking so much healthier lately, Thorin," he said, blushing gently. "I'm pleased to see it."

In the face of such honest concern and happiness, Thorin felt all of his previous annoyance melt away to nothing. Bilbo had worried for him, just as he had worried for Bilbo. What did it matter if he needed to purchase new clothes or let out his belt a little more, when the one he loved was so determined to see him along the road to recovery? It wasn't as though the physical changes to his body were a hindrance to him, and perhaps he might see about working in the smithy if he was going to stay a while yet in Bag End.

He hoped he would never have to leave, in truth, but that decision was not up to him, and not one he had felt able to broach just yet.

"Thank you," Thorin said instead, smiling gently down at Bilbo and fighting the urge to reach up and caress his slightly pink, rounded cheek. "You are looking healthier, as well."

There was a moment between them, a pull that happened more and more lately, but Bilbo only winked and stepped back. "Come along then, breakfast is getting cold. I didn't bother making porridge this morning, but if you like we can have some with fruit for second breakfast later."

Thorin smothered a chuckle as he followed Bilbo to the table as he was bid. Yes, perhaps some time working at a forge would be a good idea, after all.

#bagginshield #bagginshieldtober #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #conkers-theficwriter #reshirement #lola stuff #hurt/comfort #pining #mutual pining #slice of life #cw:food #it's body positive I promise #stealing moments moments away

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thomase1 · 1 year

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My raven

Loki x fem!reader (OC)

This story is part of the Winter Warmers collection.

It is winter at the Avengers compount, which mean a lot of preperation. Will you win over a certain god to love, or at least not mind, christmas?

Warnings: Tiny bit of anxiousness and jealousy. Alcohol consumption. Overall just fluffy wholesome goodness.

Word count: ~3.500

Thank you @huntress-artemiss for helping me with this! 💙

It is Christmas, which means everybody was busy decorating every last nook and cranny of the compound.

You have long grown tired of all the Caucasian firs you've had to make. Being a woodland fairy in the avengers compound this time of year had its downsides it seems. Finally done, you went to help the others with the food and fool around a bit.

Its going to be a long day, but you love it. Everybody helps, everybody has fun and the food is amazing. When all the turkeys are finally roasting in the oven, the side dishes are simmering and the dessert is resting in the fridge, you go to the communal room with Wanda and Thor.

After all that hard work, a classic Christmas movie is needed. Debating which film to play, the sofas get fuller and fuller. Even Pepper, Tony and Morgan joined in, which means it has to be fit for a 6 year old.

The coffee table is filled with adorable cookies the little Stark has decorated. Alcohol free egg nog and apple cider standing alongside pies and crumbles. It is a feast for any sweet tooth, which reminds you, where the hell is Loki?

"Thor, where's your brother?", you ask the god sitting on the other end.

"My best guess is his quarters, he is not one to enjoy socializing to this extent, as you probably know by now.", he shakes his head sadly.

"We'll see about that.", you say and dash through the hallways.

At his door you knock, not getting an answer, "Loki, come on, join us in the living room! I promise it will be fun." You know him well enough to know, he is sitting at his desk, trying to ignore you. He's a stubborn god, but you are a stubborn fairy with good intentions.

"Come on, we are watching a movie together, its going to be fun!", you talk to the door of which you know every knothole by now. His hard shell might have ceased, but his bullheadedness had not. You always have to force him out of his room, only for him to enjoy whatever activity it was you forced him to.

"There are snacks. Cookies, Apple crumb-", you stop as the door gets ripped open. "Lets go.", he nods.

Unbelievable.

You understand that there is no candy on Asgard and that its only natural for him to get excited for it. But Thor and him go feral over sweets, nobody ever dared to but you think if somebody took away their sugar, they would grow a little... murderous.

"Better hurry, Thor is already there.", you tell him and start to quick walk.

"Why did you not start with that! Move it!", he commands, beginning to jog.

When everybody was seated and had their mountain of food on their plate, you finally decided on a movie. The Grinch.

Its a classic, plus Morgan and the Asgardians don't know it yet, it had to be done. It did not fail to make each and everyone laugh, conveniently explaining some of the Christmas traditions along the way. It is Loki's first Christmas, which is why he has been pestering you with questions, even if the result was him ridiculing earths beloved Christmas traditions. You love to explain it to him, but not at 6 in the morning. Any time spent with him is a blessing to your heart, but to talk to somebody that finds this whole holiday stupid, at 6am and getting asked questions about said holiday... yea, not your favorite activity.

Despite his resemblance to the Grinch, demeanor wise, you have been crushing over him since you laid eyes on him. He is just too charming and the first person to withstand your wit. Not to mention he looks exactly like you always envisioned your one true love to look like, your mother did always promise you, it was the same for her. Apparently it is a common thing amongst your kind.

"Is it strange that I feel a sort of sympathy for that fictional being?", he whispers at the flashback scene from the Grinch's childhood. Loki insisted to sit between Thor and you.

"Do you feel sympathy for characters in books?", you ask back. He nods solemnly.

"There you have your answer. Everybody feels for him. Its how it was intended, everybody loves an outlaw.", you smile at him, your words carrying a double meaning. He heard it too but thought it sure must be a misunderstanding.

"Daddy why were they so mean to him?", Morgan asks Tony.

"People aren't always nice sweetie.", Tony answers her with a sad smile. Loki, too, smiles sadly at their chat, so you lay a hand on his arm, giving it a squeeze.

The movie get together was spent laughing at the movie and eating as much food you could before getting sick. When it was over, most of the others went back to cooking and decorating.

"I wanna go outside!", Morgan whines, tugging at Peppers sleeve.

"Ask somebody else. I have to help with the food and daddy needs to help put up the lights.", she tells her, a gentle hand stroking her daughters hair.

"Uncle Steeeeve, do you want to go outside with meee?", she storms towards the captain, who is holding a tray full of salads and side dishes.

"Oh I'm sorry but I am busy. Why don't you ask aunt Fee or Wan?", he nods toward you two.

"Yea, come on, we wanted to go out anyway.", Wanda holds out her hand. You did not, you two had planned to lounge on the sofa, but you cant deny Morgan. She runs towards you, happy giggles leaving her.

"Where are your winter clothes?", you ask her.

"Oh. Home.", she sinks her head sadly.

"Allow me.", Loki stands up and with a click of his wrist, the three of you wear thick winter coats, beanies and gloves. Loki remains in his sweater.

"Thank you. Looks like we can go outside now.", you smile at Morgan who nods enthusiastically.

Outside, Morgan got her sledge and Loki conjured Wanda and you one too. Morgan squeals with happiness while she goes down the steep snow covered hill, Wanda standing at the bottom to catch her. Then, Wan and you decided to race, which ended in a crash.

You lost control because of a stone, resulting in you, flying through the air. Trying to regain control, you thrashed around, losing a boot in the process. Said boot hit Wanda in the head, making her crash into a mountain of snow at the side. Nobody was hurt but Loki is laughing at you, already doubled over with a hand clutching his stomach, "You really knocked her and yourself out of the race!", he huffs between fits of laughter.

Wanda and you look at each other, communicating silently, even Morgan understood the instructions. Secretly, the three of you made an artillery of snow balls, a small mount of spheres at your feet.

"Now!", you shout.

The fire opens, Loki getting hit in the face repeatedly until he puts his wall of defense up, snowballs bouncing off the green barrier.

"Hey! Using magic isn't fair!", Morgan pouts. Loki smirks devilishly at her and lowers his defense, snowballs flying towards you now.

"Oh fudge-", you say, realizing your out of ammo, unable to retaliate.

"Son of a gun!", Wanda grunts, a snowball hitting the back of her head.

"We yield!", you shout, Morgan hiding behind a tree and Wanda being hit again and again. The attack stops and you hear him laugh sinister, "Smart choice.".

"What is the child doing now?", Loki interrupts your chatter, looking behind Wanda.

You turn around, "Oh, she is making a snowman.".

"A what?", Loki tilts his head, utterly confused.

"A snowman. You make two or three big balls of snow, stack them and create your snowman.", you smile at him.

"Usually has a carrot as nose and sticks as arms.", Wanda adds.

"How utterly stupid.", Loki rolls his eyes.

You pose in mock offense, "How very dare you? It is a beloved tradition on this planet. Come on Wanda, lets make an army!".

"I'll get some carrots!", Wanda runs inside.

She returned shortly after, carrots in one hand and various items in the other. Morgan happily indulged in the use of Wanda's collected items, her snowwoman, as she insisted, now wearing purple gloves on her stick arms and having small red buttons aligned in a smile. The two of you just made your first one and he is beautiful, you named him Edward.

"What is all the fuss about? These are horribly ugly creations. I don't see why you mortals obsess over them so much.", he knits his brows, circling the snowman Wanda and you built.

"Hey! That is our son, apologize to him right now!", Wanda pouts in mock offense.

"He is our pride and joy. Look as him! He's so cute!", you stride towards the snowman and straighten the multi color striped scarf you put around him.

"Cute? It has a crooked carrot as nose and pebbles as eyes, I fail to see what it is that is so cute about that.", he looks it up and down as if it is mocking him.

"You wouldn't know beauty if it was hitting you in the face!", Wanda tells him outraged.

'Oh but I do', he thinks to himself, his eyes lingering on you for a second, with you blithely unaware.

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An army of snowmen and women later, you three girls eye up your work proudly, Loki shaking his head in disbelief.

"I'm cold.", Morgan whimpers.

"Lets get you inside.", you lead her towards the door, the others following.

An hour later, dusk crept over the snow covered park of the compound, a sign its time to eat. All of you sat together at the long table, joining today was only a suggestion for the teammates not living here, but almost everybody came along. It was a pleasant surprise.

The dinner was nice, friendly chatter flowing alongside festive beverages. Morgan and the kids of shield agents, who were welcome to join too, were done eating pretty quickly, running around playing around the compound when boredom hit them. The Christmas dinner went on for hours, some guests stuffing themselves fuller than the turkeys already devoured. When it came to a final stop, the compound was calmer again, people leaving to make it home before midnight and the kids sound asleep on the sofas, all tired out. Anybody conscious and still able to move helped clean up.

The get together shifted to the living room, in which the biggest fir you've ever made stands proudly at over 15 feet, almost reaching the ceiling. People are dancing, others talking and a few indulged into some drinking at Tony's 'mini' bar. Its not mini, its the size of a normal bar you'd see inside a club, a wide variety of booze displayed on the shelves.

And as everybody else was having fun, your mind races with worry. Your nerves stretched like a wire rope about Loki's gift, anxious you might have overstepped with how personal it is.

Luckily Steve pulled you out of your thoughts, asking you to dance with him. His baby blues outed him about being in deep thought as well. You accepted the unexpected request of his, "I know that look, you want to ask me something, don't you?"

He set a hand to your waist, making you lay a hand an his upper arm. Letting out a deep sigh he nodded, "Yea, I do. I need your help- or more like your advice.".

You tilt your head at him, "Sure, go on.".

☃️

Loki has had a secret crush on you for a few moths now but is too stubborn to admit it, mostly to himself. He tells himself it is just confusion, that he has not had a partner in too long and that he cant be drawn to a mere mortal fairy. He notices himself growing progressively jealous when you are around the other teammates though. Particularly towards captain Rogers, who asked you to dance, taking you away from the spot on the sofa next to him. The insufferable patriot has a hand on your waist, you giggling uncontrollably.

It becomes increasingly obvious that it is not confusion that has him drawn to you, it is your persona. How you always have a witty comeback to whatever comment he made. How you give him suggestion regarding books from Midgard; none of which he disliked, you always give him the very best suggestions. One of your recommendations became his new favorite actually. The way you teach him about this planets culture, like Christmas, desperately trying to make him feel at home. Like he belongs. Even when all he does is complain and mock your planets entire existence.

The way your laugh fills the room, a sweet symphony, making his heart swell. The only thing dampening the mood is when it is not him that makes you sing your song, but another man, like now. Which drew him to another realization.

One thing he does like about Christmas so far: mulled wine. He downed about 6 mugs of it already, feeling the alcoholic beverage warm him up from the inside out. A strange thing for the frost giant to feel.

30 minutes and another 5 mulled wines later, you sit down on the sofa next to him.

Strangely enough, he feels a little tipsy, never had that happened from Midgardian beverages, up to now.

"Is it growing on you?", you ask Loki, who's got a bit of color to his cheek. No wonder, you saw how he kept downing that mulled wine. It is a secret, but Thor put in a little Asgardian mead, not a lot, but enough for normal humans to get drunk after 3 to 5 mugs of the drink.

"This mulled wine is rather nice, my favorite thing about this whole holiday so far.", he enthuses.

"I'm glad to hear that you at least enjoy something. There are still a few things you have yet to experience, maybe you will like one of them too.", you smile softly.

"What else is there to experience, I was planning on retreating to my chambers soon."

You look at him a little hurt. You really though he would just enjoy himself this time and not count the minutes until he can leave. But apparently you thought wrong.

"Oh come on! There is one thing you will love, I bet you will! Just another hour, you can leave after midnight.", you plea. You really tried your best with your gift and you'd hate if he left before receiving it.

"Fee, I'm just really tired.", he sighs.

You put on your puppy dog eyes, "Pleeaaase! I have a surprise for you, you cant leave now! Just one more hour!".

He sinks his head back into the sofa, closing his eyes with a deep exhale, "Fine. But I will leave at midnight!".

You squeal with happiness and hurriedly nod, "Yes, you wont regret it, I promise!". He chuckles at your exuberance and makes himself comfortable again. A little later, Tony announced that it is time for gift giving.

"What?! Nobody told me about this, I don't have anything to give!", Loki frowns.

You pat his shoulder, "Its alright, nobody except me thought you would even be here. That is enough of a gift.".

Everybody went back to their rooms to retrieve their presents. As everybody came back, the room erupted in chatter and sounds of joy. You got a lot of great gifts and yours were receiving as much joy.

Then it was time to hand Loki his gift. You turned to him and hand him the small, beautifully wrapped, box with a smile.

Growing more and more anxious about his reaction as he opens it. Will he like it? Thor told you he would love it, but does he know his brother well enough? Oh god, what if he hates it?

"Ophelia, this is beautiful.", he gasps, extracting you from your internal conflict.

Your heart leaps of joy, he likes it. You look at him and see him examine the orb, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. You made it yourself, it is golden with a gorgeous labradorite which you put all your love and energy into. That stone just reminded you of Loki, chipped and scarred, but unbelievably beautiful. He has not yet realized it is far better than that though.

Labradorite; source google images

"Look at its side, see that little latch? Open it.", you guide him to find the hidden latch. He opens it and you see tears well up in his eyes.

The top of it is covered in green gem stones, the main part however is the picture of Frigga on the bottom of it. The words 'I love you my little raven' engraved on the glass dome covering her picture. You went to Thor for advice and he told you that was what Frigga called Loki as a child. He reminded her of a raven, curious, mischievous, playful and very intelligent. His raven black hair another obvious afflatus.

You know how much he loves her and how much his last words he ever spoke to her haunt him. How it breaks his heart he could not attend her funeral.

"I don't know what to say. Nobody has ever given me anything this beautiful. This thoughtful.", his voice is shaking, a tear going astray.

"I'm glad you like it, Thor helped me with the quote. Merry Christmas Loki.", you lean forward and wipe his cheek. He pulls you into a sudden hug which you happily return.

"Merry Christmas Ophelia. You will get the best present of your life next Christmas, I promise it.", he mumbles in the crook of your neck.

The two of you part and dumbly smile at each other; butterflies throwing their own celebration in your stomach. The way his eyes sparkle ever since he got your gift fills you with pride.

And the way his cheeks still hold a slight pink hue to them makes you want to kiss him. Oh what are you saying, you always want to kiss him. But you don't want to ruin the friendship which took such a long time to built.

Distracting yourself, you lay a hand over his, covering the orb. Using your abilities, you shrink the orb and make a matching golden chain. "So you can have it with you at all times.", you take your hand off and he surveys your work.

"Thank you darling.", he smiles and pulls the wide chain over his head. Your heart skips a beat at the pet name, you love when he calls you darling.

His necklace suits him well, the orb hanging just above his sternum.

You two jolt at the sudden increase of volume in the room, looking around for the reason. You spot it first, Steve pulled out the mistletoe over Nat and his head, like you suggested. You even grew it for him.

He asked you what to do, so you gave him a lot of joke ideas but a few genuine ones too. He picked the obvious classic; holding a mistletoe over your crush and yourself. "Mission successful.", you giggle as they kiss, the room erupting into cheers and whistles.

"Finally!" being thrown at them by the OG 5, Clint excluded since he is home with his family.

"What is happening?", Loki asks totally confused by this strange behavior and your words.

"Its a mistletoe. It is an old tradition. You must kiss if you stand under it. I gave Steve the tip.", you explain to him.

His lips curl up, "I see. So that is what you two were talking about.".

He was watching you two? You blush and clear your throat, "Yes. He asked me how to finally kiss Natasha. I made the mistletoe for him since we both liked that idea the best.". He nods, "I see.".

Shortly after, he excused himself for the bathroom, so you talked to some of the others.

Loki joined you and the others, leaning at your arm, so you looked at him questioning. Your eyes meet his expecting gaze, lips smiling at you warmly.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!", chant the others suddenly.

Which is why you realize, he is holding the mistletoe over you two. Your heart races, a blush creeping up your neck. He wants to kiss you too, oh my god. You turn slightly and stand on your tippy toes, placing a hand on his shoulder. You gently place your lips on his, eyes fluttering closed. He kisses you back, a hand cupping your cheek, pulling you closer. His lips are so soft and he tastes divine. He tastes even better than you expected, sweet and like mulled wine. Everything gets warm and fuzzy, there is only him and you, everything else losing its importance. Even oxygen. Your hand slides to cup the back of his head, fingers meeting his soft curls.

"Ok. That's enough now, there are kids present!", Tony interrupts. You two giggle in the kiss and break apart, hot breaths fanning your cheek.

Smiling dumbly at him, you speak up, "You stayed past midnight.".

"I did. Only for you my love."

With that, you found a pet name you love even more and the god you love to call you by it.

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Fun fact;

Fee is the nickname for Ophelia, Fee means fairy in german, which is why i choose that nickname. Fe means fairy in norwegian as well, so, Loki loves that nickname. It just makes sense and is cute.

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capseycartwright · 2 years

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If it sparks joy:

"In my defense, I thought it would go better than this."

“In my defence,” Eddie said, pausing, looking around the disaster that his kitchen had become in the last few hours. To anyone who’d just walked in – like Buck had, for example – it probably looked like a nuclear warzone. Eddie had sort of had time to get used to the mess he was elbow deep in. “I thought it would go better than this.”

Buck’s brow furrowed, as he looked around. “I – Eddie, what were you trying to do?”

“Well,” Eddie wiped his hands on a dish towel. If nothing else, his hands were clean – it was sort of futile, he realised, given his clothes were destroyed in a mix of flour, and egg, and chocolate. “Okay, well – it’s your birthday,” he offered, because that’s where the train of thought had begun - Buck had never been a big birthday person, and Eddie knew why, of course, but he had taken it upon himself to give Buck a special day.

Eddie liked birthdays – he always had, if he was honest, and even more so since Christopher had come along. The joy of having a child, Eddie would tell anyone, was getting to be a child yourself sometimes. Frank, Eddie knew, would call that healing his inner child – and Eddie didn’t really disagree. That was part of the train of thought too – Eddie knew it was cheesy, but he thought that maybe he could help heal Buck’s inner child, too.

So – he’d gone to the grocery store, and he’d bought all the ingredients for the chocolate cake Linda had given him the recipe for (which he hadn’t been brave enough to try, yet) and he’s set to work making something worthy of a birthday.

Except, well – Eddie was a better cook, now, and he’d spent a lot of time following recipes diligently, but cake was apparently something that was out of his reach.

Buck still looked confused. “Uh �� yeah.”

“Well,” Eddie shrugged. “I wanted to make you a cake.”

Buck’s face did something terribly complicated. “You wanted to make me a cake? W – why?”

Why?

Why wouldn’t he? Eddie – well, it was obvious, he thought, to everyone, that Eddie loved Buck a lot. Whether you read that as platonic – or more, which was frankly more accurate – the fact Eddie loved Buck was pretty clear. He loved his best friend, and he wanted to do something nice for him, not just because of his birthday, but because Eddie liked to do nice things for his best friend.

He told Buck as much, and then Buck’s face did something even more complicated.

And then Buck was kissing him.

Eddie couldn’t help the noise of surprise that escaped him as Buck’s lips crashed against his, the kiss one Eddie could feel right to his toes. He’d thought about kissing Buck a lot – imagined all sorts of first kisses – but he’d never imagined it going quite like this. Kissing Buck was – well, it felt a lot like every piece of the puzzle of Eddie’s life was slotting into place.

Despite the literal, physical mess surrounding them.

There was a smudge of chocolate on Buck’s upper lip as they broke apart, and Eddie couldn’t help but kiss it away – because that felt like something he could do, now.

“Thank you,” Buck breathed, his eyes shiny with tears that Eddie didn’t mind being responsible for – because he knew they were happy ones, for once. “For caring.”

Eddie smiled. “It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life, Buck.”

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deadricslover · 2 years

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"my heaven on earth"

here's my Masterlist!

he is so fucking attractive omg

a/n: not my gif! I got this as a request but I deleted it on accident😬. your requests are so good and because of that I would never tell u f off. maybe we should team up? im kidding don't worry. Was this a trope in a book? I think it was.

If you're in a relationship like the reader in this then please don't hesitate to get help. like Bruce says towards the end of this 'you have a right to be sad, even if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough'. that will make more sense when you read it lol. there are so many people or there for you so there's no need not to go to them <;3

summary: Richard is your soon to be ex boyfriend who has a tendency to act out and make you feel bad about yourself. One night you have had enough of it and decide to leave him for good this time, you don't have any other option but to go to your best friend Bruce for comfort and boy that is what he gave you.

warnings: mental abuse, angst, body dysmorphia, use of y/n, sexism, body shaming, language, pet names, pls tell me if I missed anything!

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne X fem! reader. oc!ex bf X fem!reader

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Lord, you adored your boyfriend, Richard. He was great in every way. In every way, from setting up dates, prioritizing you, in bed and everything else that comes with being in a partnership. You'd go to any length for him, and he'd reciprocate. You'd say meeting him was the most memorable experience of your life.

But you also despised him. Every blood cell in his body, every word he said, every strand of hair on his head, his odour, practically everything about that jerk. Your relationship with Richard was so perplexing; one minute you despised his guts, the next you loved him and felt sorry for him because of all you said to him in the previous argument. Nobody knew about it, you didn't know who to turn to for help, and even if you did, you'd think you were being dramatic because maybe this is how a normal relationship works. 'No matter how big or small, if it's making you feel that horrible, it has to be fixed' your best friend, Bruce, used to say when you're sad. You had no idea what you had done to deserve him. You couldn't talk to Bruce about Richard since he knew him and might not believe you.

You were currently waiting for Richard to return from who knows where to his flat. There was no need for him to be angry with you tonight because you had cleaned the place and made dinner. So you thought. When the stench of burning touched your nose, you panicked and dashed over to check the timer, only to discover you had set it for ten hours instead of one. How did you do that? The dish had been baking for about two hours. Is it possible to save it? No way, because the bottom of the oven pasta you cooked had turned black and crunchy. The front door flew open at precisely the right moment.

"People are such jerks," he screams, slamming his keys on the table and pausing for a moment to catch his breath and re-compose himself. Your fear grows as you realize he could turn on you.

"Welcome home," you say with your back to him, trying not to make any assumptions. People can be angry for a short period of time, right? Richard, apparently not. He takes his hands away from his face and asks

"Baby, what's the smell?"

"Oh, silly me just burned dinner. It's not a big problem. we can order takeout."

"Take out?! again?! Do you want me getting fat?! Get a life, I don't want to look like you." Angry, he says, hurting your feelings over again. You think you'd get used to this, but you really don't. Each time it feels like your heart gets ripped out over and over again and in your eyes, you gain five pounds each time too.

"Fine. What do you want?" You turn around, visibly irritated.

"I don't know! While men are at work, women are supposed to take care of dinner! Not burn it and starve me! "He says loudly, startling you and making you fear that there will be another fallout. Goosebumps rise on your skin as your eyes expand slightly in panic. You're not sure what came over you at the time, but something did, and you regret it deeply.

"that's it. Richard, I'm sick to death of you constantly making me feel like shit! You treat me as though I'm useless, and I hate it."

"Do I? yeah? Sounds familiar, right? kinda similar to how you treat yourself maybe?" He says this as he approaches your face, crouching down slightly to reach your level. That was an experience you'd never forget. Tears welled up in your eyes from anguish and hurt, but mostly from disbelief. You know what Richard is like, but you never expected him to go that far. But then again, with him, you never know.

"Are you fucking crying?! Are you fucking kidding me? Grown ass woman crying over the smallest thing. Woman, I'm just telling you the truth and if you can't handle that then you're weaker than I ever fucking thought" He continues to rant. You're trying to block out his snide remarks, but the next stage of Richard's meltdowns usually has you feeling sorry for him. You do your hardest not to listen in, but it's difficult with Richard because he's so loud. How come your neighbors haven't phoned 911 or even been over to see if we're all right every fucking night when the screaming starts? I'm at a loss for words, I haven't a clue.

"yeah, Dick, I have a reason to cry, like usual! You, the meanest fucker on the planet, are continuously hurting my feelings, dragging me down, and making me feel worthless. I'm done with this bullshit; I couldn't care less. Do whatever you want with me; I'm leaving." You vehemently exclaim. He hates it when you call him dick but it's the perfect time for it isn't it. You've tried to leave before, but he always finds a way to keep you or force you to return. You never left, whether it was 'weeping' or seducing you. Until Now. You dash to your room, grabbing your wallet, shoes, and jacket before pushing past Richard and racing out the door, ignoring his pleadings and begs.

You made it out of the building and onto the sidewalk without him chasing you down or shouting at you from his window to stay. You didn't know where to go. For the first time in your life, you were at a loss. You had no idea what to do next because it was incredibly late and you knew there would be no coffee shops open to let you camp there and to figure out your next move. Going to your family was out of the question because they were too far away and you also didn't want to bother them or them asking what was going on and why you were here. A thought occurred to you. Bruce. He is usually out at ungodly hours, but you couldn't risk it. But what other option did you have? You begin walking with only yourself and your thoughts, making your way to The all-too-familiar Wayne tower. Once you reach your destination through the dark streets and past the odd cat meowing at you, you take a deep breath and gather strength for the knock you'll make on the door a few moments after. The door swings open to Bruce in a hoodie, clearly already awake before your arrival.

"Y/n. what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night"

"i'm sorry" you squeak out and he instantly knows your sad.

" Come inside and get a blanket, the heater's not working so they're the only source of warmth I have right now" he says, his voice tired and gravelly.

Bruce couldnt piece together what it was but he knew you needed comforting. So that's what he's going to give you. He saw it was you standing infront of the door through the window so he did something rash and turned off the heater on the way to the door so it would give him an exuse to be closer to you in hopes of giving you some comfort without instantly hugging you like he wanted so desperately to do.

"Sorry for barging in this early in the morning" you squeak out still not having the energy to say anything louder.

"I enjoy your company at all hours, Y/n. It's actually perfect, I was up anyway and bored for something to do and you being here is the best thing for that" He tells you the truth somehow mysteriously knowing exactly what you needed to hear. Tears welled in your eyes at the comment and you couldn't help but let them form. Bruce saw this and immediately stepped forward to give you the most comforting hug possible, Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, you reciprocating the action around his waist while he places his chin on top of your hair nuzzling his nose into your locks letting you sob quietly for a few moments. Bruce slowly brings the two of you over to the couch sitting down where he was previously alone and tucks the blanket around you, taking the wallet and phone out of your hands and placing them on the coffee table before removing your jacket for added comfort. Moments more go by and his natural scent is slowly comforting you and calming you down. Bruce knew this too, so he slowly stopped planting gentle kisses to your head and moved his head back to see your puffy face.

"You wanna tell me what's up? Why your pretty face is stained with tears?" he enquires gently with a soft face filled with remorse.

"It's nothing I'm just being dramatic" you reply knowing already that he is going to say something your middle aged mom would say when your were younger.

"sweetheart, if it's bothering you that much then it's clearly not nothing. You can talk to me" he says as he starts rubbing circles on your upper arm with his thumb

"No, really it's ok I just had nowhere else to go"

"No where else to go? could you not go home to Richard?" he asks confused. A wave of panic washes over you when he asks this because you would have no reason not to go home usually. You stare at Bruce in thought for a few moments trying to come up with ideas for a lie, but nothing pops into mind.

"Y/n, Why couldn't you go back to Richard?" He says as his face drops in realisation. Notice how he didn't say 'home' he said 'back to Richard?'. I have no problem going home, as long as Richard isn't there.

"I...uhm...it's- it's complicated you wouldn't understand" you stall in thought

"oh, hon. I think I do" His eyes now glimmer with sadness. You shake your head in response not being able to form a sentence right now in fear you will fuel Bruce's theories that are completely correct. This is exactly why you didn't want to come here, Bruce would feel bad, hate Richard and possibly go after him. You hated putting this on Bruce but then again you had nobody or nowhere else to go. He grabs you and gently pulls you in cautious that you may not be up for any more physical touch.

"y/n, does Richard scare you?" he asks gently to which you nod your head hesitantly

"well, does he hurt you... mentally or physically?" he continues to which again you just nod.

"both?" he asks in disbelief. You shake your head and back away to look at his face

"no" you squeak out

"then, which one?" you can't even think about it any more so you just break down again feeling like you're annoying Bruce with this whole situation

"I need to hear you say it, sweets" he presses.

you explain with heaps of hesitation what was going on and Bruce's reaction to it all was the hardest part to endure. His lips turned downwards as his eyes started to fill with tears. He looked like a sad lost puppy. His dark eyebrows furrowing in sadness and confusion, him stopping drawing circles on your upward bent knee when he takes in a new piece of information that kept getting worse as the story went on. But overall Bruce listened the entire time comforting you but also not pressuring you to talk about it as he knows that you may not feel up to it right now. He seems to have restricted his physical touch on you because he's not sure if you're completely comfortable with it. He couldn't even imagine that someone would want to do something like that- especially to you! In Bruce's eyes you are the most perfect human being, inside and out. You're bubbly, kind personality boosting your physical appearance was the most comforting presence to him and seeing that all of that has been broken down by someone boils his blood, but most of all makes him feel endless amounts of pity towards you. When you are ending your paragraph, Bruce sees that you are fiddling with the seam of your hoodie sleeve while stalling and not telling him the next part straight away. He realises that this is something you want to keep to yourself for a bit so he respects that and interrupts your jumble of nonsense.

"you don't have to." he coos softly as his left hand that is draped over the back of the couch behind you plays with your hair lightly.

"You have no idea how sorry for you I am, petal. But I'm so so proud of you that you got away from him and told me about it, because that must have been so hard to do. It must have taken so much bravery that I know you have because you are one of the strongest people I know and I applaud you for that. Why didn't you come to me sooner?" you can hear his voice quivering in sadness although he tries to mask it for your sake.

"I don't want you feeling sorry for me, Bruce. But telling someone about a situation like this is unbelievably hard to do. And I thought maybe I was being overly sensitive about it and th-" Bruce had to take a second to process what you just said. He couldn't believe that you would even think that.

"Hey. No. You are not being sensitive about any of this. What you just told me showed how big of an asshole he is, you are definitely not being overdramatic. Why would you even think that?! And even if none of what you just told me was true --which it is-- you have a right to be sad, if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough." God, you were thankful you had someone as perfect as Bruce in your life. If you didn't you had no idea what you would do, you were unbelievably lucky to have him.

"I love you, Bruce, thank you for everything"

"I love you so much more. There's no need to be thankful, anybody would do this for their favourite person" he replies melting your heart for the one thousandth time.

"You can take my bed, I'll stay on the couch. Okay?" he inquires hearing your uneven, lazy breaths and seeing your yawns

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that. I'll go back home it's alright. He's probably asleep now" you try to reason but Bruce was not having it.

"No. That is not happening. I will go over tomorrow to get your stuff and you are going to stay here with me, you never have to see that bastard ever again. You hear me?" wow, he's perfect. You put on a thankful face and throw yourself forward for a hug which he instantly reciprocates and squeezed you slightly, kissing the top of your head.

"Promise me two things?" you ask in hope

"anything" he responds

"one. you don't beat him up when you go over tomorrow." you state which earns a heartfelt soft laugh from him. feeling his vibrations from the sound and the way his body moved when he let it out was one of the best feelings.

"no promises. He did make my heaven on earth feel miserable" he had to stop this or else you're going to fall in love with him....................

"I'm serious, Wayne. And second. You stay with me in your bed. I don't want to be alone. I already felt so alone before this so."

"of course, my love. anything for you." right there and then you felt safe. you knew everything would be ok and Bruce would be there for you no matter what happens like the god he is.

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PT.2 here!

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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Imagine having a former Balrog as your husband

(I once watched the way of the house husband and thought something like this. Meet Tarion Urdil. I don’t have a headcanon introducing him yet, but I can do that later.)

Warnings; finding a possibly dangerous man, adopting him, some domestic fluff, Tarion taking things literally, marriage pestering, creepy men, marriage, fluff, relationship growth.

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-You met him on one stormy night. The thunder danced above you in a furious dance of lights and loud booming rumbles while you struggled to reach your home in the forest through the wind and the rain.

-You were visiting family and didn’t expect the storm to get this bad, so you were soaked from head to toe by the time you finally got inside your house. Water dripped down from your coat, creating a puddle beneath you.

-You slightly cursed, taking off your coat and tried to dry off while lighting up some candles to chase away the dark in your house.

-You heard something on the other side of your house and then felt a brush of wind.

-When you went to investigate and found your backdoor moving forth and back violently with the wind. You quickly closed it, preventing it from hitting walls any longer. The bellowing of the wind stopped, and the house was filled cold. It was so freezing that it was enough to make your skin shiver with goosebumps.

-You wondered how the door was left open. You remember making sure all the doors were closed before you left.

-You then noticed wet footprints on your floor. They were big and had something resembling six sharp toes.

-They led you to the living room, and you half expected to find a big bear that possibly wandered inside, but instead– you found someone sitting near a corner.

-He was tall, and his eyes glowed in the dark.

-His long dark hair was dark as the night, and he had two large horns coming out from his head. You noticed a tail at the bottom of his feet, tucked around them like a cat wrapping its tail around its body.

-He was covering himself in an old-looking cloak, which did little to cover the rest of his body and the scales that dressed his skin like armor. It was like looking into a skin embedded with black diamonds because they seemed almost glow from the light of your candle when you came closer and tried to get a better look at him.

-He didn’t try anything when you got closer. He only stared back at you with those sharp eyes as you looked at him with curiosity and wonder.

-He was a strange-looking man, and now — he is your husband.

-You took him in after finding him in your living room.

-He told you he thought the house wasn’t inhabited, so you didn’t mind him coming inside for warmth and cover. The storm outside was pretty bad. You gave him a warm blanket and made warm soup because he looked like he had not eaten a proper meal for some time.

-He seemed confused but kept the blanket and took the bowl. He called you a fool with no self-preservation instincts, and you just laughed in return because your family called you that too. Apparently, you don’t recognize danger when there’s one.

-You then simply conversed with him at the fireplace.

-He didn’t give his name, so you nicknamed him Tarion, which he didn’t seem to mind.

-You allowed him to stay with you since he had nowhere else to go. You tried to help him get back on his feet since he looked like he was having a rough time.

-Tarion seemed confused by your gestures but tried to appreciate them and even repay you by helping you with house chores.

-It was silly to watch. Tarion confessed he had never done chores before, so he wasn’t sure how things worked.

-He knew how to manage a broom, so he was mainly stuck brushing the floors from dust. It was funny to watch him struggle with a broom that was so tiny compared to him.

-He avoided doing dishes or anything that required the use of water. He would glare at it and stay on the other side of your house than touch water. When you asked him why, he told you he had a bad experience with water, so he preferred to avoid getting wet.

-While you understood him, you wondered how he would clean himself if he got dirty.

-You gave him some of your father's old clothes since he was tall and you didn't have anything else to fit him.

-It was troublesome to get the shirt on him because of his horns and scales, but you made it work with your tailoring skills. You only made a deep cut in the pants for his tail, and he was all dressed up.

-He seemed uncomfortable wearing clothes. They looked tight, so you half expected them to rip up, but then some of his scales dropped on the floor. You were worried as Tarion seemed shocked, but then you observed as the clothes loosened up and hugged him better.

-You asked if he was alright and if it was normal for his scales to drop down out of nowhere. He assured you he was fine and only showing more skin after the scales fell off.

-He didn’t know why it happened, but the clothes felt more comfortable, so he was okay with it.

-After the incident was forgotten, Tarion tried helping you cook dinner to thank you for the clothes. It was silly to see a tall man like him hover over you, trying to follow your instructions while trying not to cause a mess with his clawed hands. You could only chuckle when he accidentally broke the eggs in his fingers and kept hissing at the pot of boiling water like an angry cat.

-He was surprisingly good at using a knife. When you asked him to cut the vegetables, he cut them into perfect pieces in a matter of seconds, all in good slices and portions.

-You were impressed enough to ask if he could teach you how to cut things like that.

-When you had to leave for errands, you told Tarion he could do anything he liked and maybe watch over the house since thieves and bandits were common. You preferred not to get robbed at this time of your life.

-He only gave you a nod, and you left.

-You were worried about leaving him alone since you didn’t have any weapons in your house, but all your doubts vanished when you heard a word about some thief yelling about a monstrous man living in the woods.

-Your local village was not kind toward thieves, so his words were unheard, and he got taken to the local prison.

-You were worried since you lived in the woods and Tarion had horns and a tail, so there was a possibility the thief was talking about him.

-After making that conclusion, you hurriedly returned to your house. You feared for the worst but were relieved to find Tarion unharmed. He was casually sitting by a big bonfire, poking the flames with his hand.

-When you told him about the rumors, he told you a couple of thieves tried to break in and steal your valuables. You asked him to watch over your home, so he took necessary precautions to dispose of them properly.

-You then noticed what seemed to be a human finger next to the fire and realized it was not wood he was burning.

-And that’s why you made him watch over your home ever since. He took things…a little seriously, so you told him to just kick the intruders out the next time it happened. No need for bloodshed, or people might question.

-You enjoyed Tarion’s company. He wasn’t very talkative– but he assured you he didn’t mind listening to you ramble about your day or things that interested you.

-He pretty much followed you around like a giant puppy. You even took him to see the village one day. It surprised him that the people didn't seem to mind his presence, and you explained they had seen stranger things, so his existence was not that big of a deal.

-You liked how long his hair was, so he allowed you to braid it while chatting about random things. He would have to sit between your legs to reach his hair, and he didn’t mind, even finding your fingers going through his hair oddly pleasant.

-When you asked what kind of creature he was, he decided to reveal he was a Maiar which got you a bit excited, and you asked more about it.

-He stayed quiet like he was hesitant to reveal anything. You wondered if you made him uncomfortable, so you apologized for your intrusion.

-He pulled himself away and revealed he wasn’t one of the righteous Maiars who served the Valar. He was a balrog, which explained the horns, the scales, and the tail. He was a creature of darkness and fire, meant to bring despair and destruction upon the orders of his master.

-He was a part of the attack upon the elves in the hidden city of Gondolin. Something went wrong, and he got cast into the great river, which forced him to change into the form he was in right now. He was then carried away and found his way to your home after escaping the river's clutches.

-He apologized for keeping such a secret, especially when you showed him kindness he had never experienced before in his life.

-You stood quiet and then smiled. Even though Tarion was supposed to be evil incarnate, you didn't feel any resentment. He had been good to you than most people, and you enjoyed having him around.

-Tarion didn’t know what to say when you told him that. He could only stare at you with wonder in his eyes.

-You then asked for his real name.

- “I was known as Dur — but my birthname is Urdil,” He said.

- “A friend of fire? Now that is a nice name. It suits you,” You smiled.

-You asked if you could call him that, but then he asked you to keep calling him Tarion since he had grown fond of the name while living with you.

-You grew closer after that discussion. Tarion became gentler and learned to control his strength. He even brushed off his dislike of the water to help you with chores.

-It warmed your heart to watch him want to improve and witness his willingness to help you. It was like he wanted to become better to make up for his past mistakes.

-He even began to smile when you joked around and talked about things that made you happy. He even began revealing something about himself and what he was like before his corruption.

-Seeing him like this made you wish in your heart– that he could stay with you.

-Now – how did he end up as your husband?

-It started when your family pestered you about finding a husband and settling down to start a family. You were not keen on the idea because there were still things you wanted to do before considering marriage.

-However, your family was persistent. They even tried introducing you to people they picked out for you without your knowledge. It was getting really frustrating.

-You came back home angry one day. You slammed the door shut and cursed like a sailor after yet another meeting with a man set to ‘woo’ you like your family liked to call it.

-It did not end well. The man was creepy, way too forward, and touchy with you. You bailed out after he tried to discuss names and future professions for your possible children.

-You wanted to scream and consider staying inside your house for the rest of your life and becoming a crazy cat lady– even cats would have more respect for you than that man and your family.

-Tarion came to check on you after hearing you barge in and curse words even he didn’t have in his store.

-You explained your current marriage problem with your family and how they keep picking the worst men possible to marry you.

-You feared they might force you to marry someone after getting tired of your constant rejections, and you end up living a life in misery – married to someone you might never learn to love.

-Tarion stood quiet, watching and listening as you vent your frustration and despair about the future. He then broke the silence by suggesting you marry him instead.

-Your face went red, but you kept your composure and asked for the reason for his sudden proposal.

-He briefly explained how you two already knew each other and how he stays at home most of the time. He respects your independence, so he would not force you to do anything you didn’t like, and your family would finally stop their inconvenient pestering.

-You liked the idea, so you ended up agreeing to it.

-You did ask him if he was willing to commit to such a relationship. He told you he was ready to do anything to repay your kindness and acceptance, be it taking a knife for you or doing a thing called marriage.

-He said it with such nonchalance that you weren’t sure he truly knew what marriage was about, and there was your mortality to be considered since he was a Maiar, a being who can live thousands of years.

-When you brought it up to him, he said he was still willing to do it. He would even stay with you till it was time for you to depart from the living world.

-It made you silently happy after he said that.

-So, you went with the plan and decided to marry with a little ceremony with just your friends without your parents knowing because you did not want to risk them rejecting the marriage since Tarion was not a human.

-They were not pleased when they heard about it and absolutely freaked out when you brought Tarion to meet them. They were terrified of him but they didn’t dare say anything and allowed you to go on with your life. That’s how you ended up married to your balrog husband.

-You were thrilled when you got home. You were finally free from your family’s obnoxious pestering. You were so excited you pulled Tarion down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

-He was caught off guard and stood frozen when he felt your lips against his skin. Some of his scales dropped on the floor due to his shock.

-You apologized to him when you saw his reaction and noticed his scales falling off again. You thought you broke him when he didn’t respond, but he recovered and assured you it was fine.

-You had dinner, went to sleep, and your life continued as always.

-However, Tarion had decided to take his role as a husband seriously and began to learn things while you went out for errands and hobbies.

-He always had dinner ready, and the house would be clean. You wouldn't have anything else to do, so you would spend the rest of the time with him, talking and braiding his hair. It had become a relaxing little habit.

-Tarion always liked to listen, but you started to notice happy little signs when you were around him. He might not notice, but his tail sometimes moves around back and forth when he sees you, like with a happy cat. He always gave you a gentle look whenever you looked at him and put effort into improving his cooking skills to make your favorite food.

-You began to wonder if he did all the chores so you would have more time to spend with him.

-The thought made your heart swell in adoration and you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him.

-You thought about confessing to him but you were worried he might not feel the same since the marriage was just his suggestion to save you from your family’s pestering.

-However, when you thought about your time together and how much he had changed around you. You decided to muster the courage to confess to him during one of your relaxing times together.

-You were sitting on the couch, talking and braiding his hair like usual. You stopped braiding his beautiful hair and asked if he knew how much you enjoyed his company. He turned to look at you and listened as you explained how things had changed and how you had grown to care about him more than a friend. You then told him you loved him and waited for his reaction.

-Tarion was quiet for a moment before he kneeled before you and explained how he had grown to appreciate life when he met you. In the past he never cared and did what his former master Morgoth ordered him to do, but now he wanted to enjoy life and the little things by your side.

-He then gave you a kiss on the back of your hand. “I will be yours to the end— my beloved,” he said as he looked into your eyes with all gentle seriousness.

-Your eyes filled with tears of happiness. You two shared your first kiss, and your marriage became official.

-Tarion became ten times more gentle with you and even followed you around when you went out together.

-The villagers didn’t think much of him. They were happy as your marriage seemed thriving.

-Ever since you started sleeping on the same bed together, you refused to sleep alone. Tarion was so warm during the cold nights– so you always latch on to him like a little koala.

-Tarion too became clingy in a way. He likes to hold you in his lap when you talk or read together on the couch. Occasionally, you enjoyed napping on him because he was comfortable.

-Since you were never afraid to hold his clawed hands, he enjoys holding your hand.

-Sometimes– you like caressing his horns when braiding his hair and enjoy hearing him make purr-like sounds.

-You were convinced he was indeed a big cat. In some way, you truly had become the cat lady you once dreaded to be your future.

-For some reason, though, he started losing more scales. You thought he was ill, but he then said that he didn’t feel ill

-You later noticed he was changing physically.

-He was starting to look less like his former self with each scale he lost. He used to be covered from head to toe but now there were only scales around his hands and feet.

-Even his hands and feet were changing. His claws were becoming smaller, and his fingers more slender. Even his tail was becoming shorter.

-Tarion then came up with a theory that he was changing because he gave up on his old ways and embraced something new and good— he was starting to look like what he used to before his corruption into a balrog.

-You were glad he was not ill. If he had not found his way to your home and met you, he would have most likely died alone in the shadows of a cave.

-You embraced each other and hoped your happiness would last long.

#silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #silmarillion headcanon #oc #oc x reader #middle earth x reader #middle earth #oc headcanon #balrog oc

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COCOA POWDER AND CHOCOLATE CHIPS - hirota maki x reader

pairing :: maki (&team) x fem!reader

genre :: fluff

summary :: you and your boyfriend, maki, attempt to make a tray of brownies for him and his members to celebrate their debut. what they failed to realize that maki being sick limited his comprehension skills. but, hey. what could possibly go wrong?

word count :: 795

warnings :: fluff. fluffffffffffffff.

taglist :: @acousticking @jeonsy98

lu speaks !! :: someone pls pray for me i’ve been retweeting maki-related things for the past 24 hours my friends are concerned i have swept the entire #&team maki tag on tumblr three times i need help

“how about... this one! this recipe looks easy enough!” maki exclaimed, shoving his phone in yn’s face.

“maki, anata,” yn started, scanning the list of ingredients for vanilla cupcakes. “we don’t have pure vanilla bean. and don’t sit so close, you’re sick,”

“oh,”

“it’s okay, though!” she lean forward on the couch the both of them were sitting on, ruffling his hair a little. he scrunched his nose, tiny giggles escaping his lips. “the guys like brownies, right?”

“yea, i think so,” he replied, sitting up straight.

“well, there’s one recipe for chocolate chip brownies! look, you even add some black coffee in it, so k-ani is bound to like them!” the girl showed him the pictures on the website she were scrolling through.

“oooooh, these look good,” maki said, swiping left to see all of the pictures. “we have all the ingredients, right? let’s start now!” he exclaimed, seeing his beloved nod her head.

he jumped off of the couch, grabbing yn’s hand in the process, and running to kitchen.

“okay what ingredients do we need?” he asked, hands on hips, his face supporting a large, toothy grin.

“right, so, we need cocoa powder, flour, eggs,...” yn started to list off all of the items needed to make the dessert, and maki had taken the duty of taking them out from the various different drawers and shelves.

yn grabbed two mixing bowls, a whisk, sifter, and measuring cups and placed them on the counter, and maki started to read out how much of what was needed in which bowl after putting his group’s EP on repeat. yn told the boy that she’ll do the actual mixing and all so that the doesn’t make the brownies sick (yes because that last part totally makes sense, lu).

“ok, hanni, add a cup and a half of white flour, a cup and a half of cocoa powder...”

soon enough, the brownies were in the oven and the entire kitchen was a mess. flour and sugar covered the counter tops, yn and maki’s shirts (well, more like maki’s shirts) were covered in cocoa poder dust, and the chocolate chips were spilled all over the floor.

“should we, uh,...” yn started, making a sweeping-with-a-broom motion with her hands.

maki just nods quickly, grabbing a brush and dustpan for yn, and a rag for himself. “you start on the floors, i’ll get the shelves,”

after ten or so minutes, while buzz love was on repeat, the couple had managed to successfully clean up the kitchen, putting all of the dirty dishes in the sink, promising themselves that they’ll wash them in the morning (spoiler alert- they didn’t).

after about a half hour, the timer rang, signalling that the brownies were done. both of the teenagers hurried to the kitchen, and maki started doing a little-wiggly dance while yn grabbed a pair of oven mitts and opened the oven.

she slowly took the tray out, the aroma of... burnt brownies filling the air?

“uh... babe? how long did the recipe say to bake the brownies?” the girl asked her lover.

“uh, i’m not sure but i think forty-five minutes?” the boy shrugged, not noticing the smell because of his blocked nose.

“can you double-check, please?”

the boy shrugged, grabbing his phone from his hoodie pocket, opening up the browser where the recipe lied. “oh, haha, it say’s thirty minutes, so i think i set the timer about fifteen minutes extra,” the boy chuckled. apparently his hazy brain also limited his ability to read the room.

“babyyyyy, we burnt the brownies,” yn cried out, setting the tray of the extremely dark baked good.

“i mean, it can’t be that bad, now can it?” he grabbed a fork, stabbing a little piece from the corner before popping it into his mouth. he chewed for a minute or two (more like five because he couldn’t chew the rock-like final product), then swallowed before speaking up.

“ok, it’s that bad,”

“broooooo, what do we doooooooo?” yn dragged out, grabbing a spoon and plate, piling the brownie into a plate so that she could put the tray into the sink. she threw out the burnt batter into the trash, leaning her head against the countertop.

“don’t worry,” maki started, grabbing his phone. “i have an idea.”

——————

a solid hour or so later, the boys were set to arrive to your tiny apartment, a place that was not meant for ten people, but, hey. who were you to stop them from coming inside?

after greetings and hugs and long-awaited congratulations, yn and maki rushed into the kitchen, grabbing a box of brownies that arrived just a bit before the boys’ arrival, and quickly plated them, and maki grabbed a bunch of small plates.

“guys! we made brownies!”

#lu's work!#&team #&team imagines #&team x reader #&team fanfiction #&team maki #&team maki x reader #&team maki imagines #&team maki fanfiction #&team ej #&team fuma #&team nicholas #&team k #&team yuma #&team harua #&team taki #&team jo

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