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Cookie Monster

from the New Kid Series

Summary: It's not that Y/n is hiding from the rest of the team, except that's exactly what she is doing. Wanda is determined to break through to her.

Words: 3.5k~

Pairing: Wanda x Reader(platonic) - cg!Wanda x little!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff, reader is just really insecure and shy

A/N: Ok, so I know a lot of writers (including me lol) have Wanda use Russian words for nicknames or as a substitute for Sokovian... but so Wanda and Natasha can each have their own nicknames for Y/n, I'm gonna use Serbian for Wanda! Since the Sokovian signs in AoU were written in Serbian Cryllic 🙃

мала(mala)- little one

мед(med)- honey

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Y/n sits in her room happily playing with origami animals and paper dolls. She doesn’t have any real toys since she never has time to go out and get them. After her training and time spent learning as much as she can about the Avengers and their enemies, by the time she is finished for the day, she desperately needs to drop.

So, when she is bigger or just dropped to an age not too young, she makes toys from the resources she has available to her: paper swiped from one of the offices.

Two and a half weeks have passed since Y/n joined the team, and the rest have barely seen her. She stays in her room, only coming out when its time to eat and train. Since that first day, they haven’t really seen her little. Only a few times has she ever come out smaller than 22. When she did, it was for training, and she was only 17.

She trains with Steve in the mornings, usually eats with the team, occasionally she will be in Tony’s lab to try on the suit he is making for her. Since her clothes can’t drop with her, he is making a suit that can.

The rest of Y/n’s spare time is spent dropping to smaller states. She stays in her room while she’s little. The team made it abundantly clear how they felt about having a kid around, so she keeps her distance.

It’s been working so far, so she just assumes its for the best.

At the moment, Y/n is dropped to 6. She is making her origami frog jump across the desk when a sweet scent hits her nose. She would know that smell from anywhere.

Her tummy rumbles, and the smell is calling to her. She ponders if it is a good idea to leave her room like this, but ultimately her nose and tummy win out.

Y/n opens her door and pokes her head into the hallway. She looks both ways to see if anyone is around. The hallway is clear so she tiptoes out of her room, making her way towards the kitchen. At every corner, she checks to see if the coast is clear before tiptoeing out of hiding.

She continues this way until she reaches the kitchen.

In the same way as before, Y/n barely peaks around the corner and into the room. Her little eyes fall on Wanda pulling a tray full of cookies out of the oven.

The Sokovian has done this on purpose of course.

The idea came to Wanda last night, a way to try and lure her new teammate out of hiding. She remembers when she joined the team; she was treated much like Y/n was at the meeting. Granted she had entered their minds against their will, but all the same, she understood what it was like to join a group that wasn’t too thrilled to have you.

Wanda was determined to make sure Y/n felt welcome, and that she had a friend. This proved to be very difficult when the girl barely came out of her room.

Thus… cookies.

It’s a recipe her and her mother perfected back in Sokovia. She hasn’t really had many opportunities to use it since then, but she’s glad she has a good reason now.

She is pulling the tray out of the oven when she feels a pair of eyes on her. From her peripheral vision, she can see a very small girl poking half her face around the corner. Wanda smiles to herself.

Wanda purposefully turns her back to the girl to grab a spatula from a drawer beside her. This gives Y/n enough cover to quickly run from the doorway to behind the island in the kitchen.

As the Sokovian is transferring the cookies to a cooling rack, Y/n watches intently, only her forehead and eyes poking above the countertop.

Of course, Wanda knows the girl moved, but she decides to play along. After she places the last of the cookies on the cooling tray, she turns and jumps in feigned shock.

“Oh my goodness! Y/n, you scared me!”

The girl quickly ducks under the counter to hide from Wanda’s view.

“No no, its ok!” the witch recovers quickly, “I just didn’t see you there. You are quite sneaky.” Wanda waits for Y/n to feel comfortable enough to appear over the top of the counter, although very little of her body is visible over the countertop due to her height. “I was just baking some cookies, what brings you out to the kitchen?”

Wanda already knows the answer, but she is wanting to prompt Y/n into speaking for herself.

Little eyes shoot between the witch and the tray full of delicious treats. The smell of which is what drew her here to begin with.

“You came for a cookie?” Wanda asks and waits until the shy little girl nods yes. “Ok! You’re more than welcome to have a cookie!...... but we have to wait for them to cool down or they will burn your tongue.”

Y/n’s shoulders slump, but she nods anyway. Having to wait for cookies is way better than getting no cookies at all.

The girl moves to the counter right in front of the tray of cookies while Wanda tidies around the kitchen.

Once Wanda has finished picking up after herself, the cookies are almost cool enough to eat. She checks on Y/n, and the girl has not moved from her spot next to the cookies, patiently awaiting the permission to indulge in the sweet treats.

“Ok, the cookies are almost ready,” Wanda says to pull a very young Y/n’s attention, “would you like to get some milk for the cookies while we wait?”

Y/n looks up to the other woman tentatively, not sure what to do in this situation. Wanda said yes to her getting a cookie. Is milk too far? …too much to ask of her teammate.

The Sokovian seems to pick up on this and grants mercy on the poor thing.

“Well I know that I want some milk,” Wanda says pulling the carton out of the fridge. “I can pour you some too, while I have it out?” The sokovian waits for an answer, even though she’s pretty sure she can hear it.

After she gets a confirmation nod, Wanda smiles and gets to work.

The witch sets a small cup of milk on the counter along with a small plate containing one chocolate chip cookie.

Walking around to the stools, Wanda quickly realizes Y/n will probably need help to get on it, but she doesn’t want to push any boundaries. The girl previously stated that she doesn’t want help, so she just pats the top of the stool and watches as she jumps, wiggles and climbs until she is sitting on the top.

Wanda sits in the stool beside her, and they both quietly eat their cookies. Once Y/n has finished her cookie, she eyes the plate of cookies on the counter. Silently, the child glances up to Wanda gaining her attention. She then looks back at the cookies.

“Do you want another one?”

Y/n silently nods.

“Ok мала(little one),” Wanda pulls the plate closer for the child to grab a cookie, “but just one more. We’re gonna have dinner soon.”

Neither of them comments on Wanda’s use of the nickname. No words are exchanged at all. They just sit quietly together, and Wanda is perfectly happy with that.

Baby steps in the right direction are still steps in the right direction.

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Today is just a quiet, lazy Saturday around the compound.

Wanda exits her bedroom and walks down the hall to the common area. She had planned to see if anyone wanted to watch sitcoms in the living room with her.

As she passes Y/n’s door, she comes to a stop. The very loud little thoughts coming from the other side of the door have grabbed her attention. That was something Wanda picked up very early on. The younger Y/n drops, the louder her thoughts are. Its almost impossible for Wanda not to hear them.

That’s how she knows that Y/n is currently little in her room.

The witch now has a better way to spend her afternoon.

“Oh goodness,” Wanda says a bit loudly to ensure she is heard by the girl, “I’m about to bake a whole bunch of cookies, if only I had someone to help me.” Fake distress lays thick on her voice. She’s hoping to lure the girl out again, only this time for an activity that will require a bit more interaction.

By Y/n’s thoughts, Wanda knows the girl is definitely thinking about it. While she ponders, the sokovian travels down the hall to the kitchen where she gathers all the ingredients and tools she needs.

Wanda turns to find Y/n poking her head out the same way she did last week when she made the first batch of cookies. The girl appears to be about the same size as then too, somewhere between 5 and 6.

“Y/n!” Wanda smiles brightly, “I’m so glad you’re here! I was just about to make some cookies, and I could really use some help. Would you like to help me make some cookies?” The enthusiasm in her tone is a bit much, but she just wants to appear as inviting as possible so Y/n can feel at ease.

The child’s mouth curves into a small smile as she nods. She takes very tentative steps until she is standing next to Wanda. The Sokovian grabs two aprons from the hooks on the pantry door. She puts one on herself, before adjusting the straps on the other to fit the child… as well as an apron for adults can fit a child.

“Let’s get this on to keep you clean,” Wanda wraps the straps multiple times around Y/n’s waist before finishing with a bow. “Now, we are ready to go!”

The two of them turn back to the counter and are faced with a new challenge. In Y/n’s small state, she can barely see over the counter, let alone reach anything on it.

Y/n slowly rises about a foot off the ground. When she looks down, she can see red wisps underneath her feet. Her little eyes go wide, and she turns to the witch in astonishment.

Wanda chuckles lightly, “it’s a magic stool, but you still have to be careful that you don’t fall off. Ok?” With a wide smile the girl nods and turns back to the task at hand.

Together the pair take turns pouring ingredients and stirring. Wanda shows Y/n how to crack an egg, and they both laugh when Wanda drops the shell into the bowl.

At one point, Clint comes in and stops only a few feet in, clearly shocked to see Y/n out so young, “Hey guys.”

“Hey Clint,” Wanda smiles. She glances down when Y/n doesn’t respond. What she finds makes her heart clench. The girl is closed off again. With a deer in the headlights look, she stands silently watching the archer closely. All the progress Wanda had made wiped away.

He continues to the fridge pulling out sandwich meat and some condiments, “what’s going on in here?”

“We’re making cookies,” Wanda says, tickling the girl’s side until she smiles up at her. Even if its just a small smile, it makes the witch feel a little better.

“That’s awesome!” Clint exclaims enthusiastically, “can I have one when they’re done?” He smiles to the small girl.

Wanda looks between the two, watching Y/n for an answer. When she doesn’t say anything, the older woman nudges the girl softly, “what do you think Y/n? Should we let him have a cookie?”

Clint puts on his goofiest puppy pout. He manages to crack through the girl’s wall, even if just the tiniest amount.

Y/n gives him a small, tight lipped smile and nods once.

The archer grins, “thank you!” He holds up the sandwich he was making, “well I just came in for this, but I’ll be back when those puppies are done.” He winks to the two of them before heading out with his lunch.

Once they are alone again, Wanda turns to Y/n, “ready for the messy part?” The girl nods, jumping ever so slightly in excitement on her magic step stool. The older woman sets the bowl of dough between them, “time to roll the dough into balls!”

After they run out of dough, they clean their hands and move on to the final step.

Wanda places the tray into the oven and sets a timer. She decides to clean the kitchen while Y/n just sits in front of the oven watching the cookies waiting for them to bake.

Wanda grabs the chocolate chips to put away but stops. “Hey мала(little one), watch this,” she waits till she has the girl’s attention. Suddenly she tosses a chocolate chip into the air and catches it with her mouth. She chews with a victorious grin.

Y/n quickly hops up off the floor and runs to Wanda, “I wanna try! Please?”

The sokovian smiles brightly at the girl’s sudden brazenness. “Here,” she hands over a chocolate chip and watches.

Y/n throws the chip high into the air. On its way down, it bounces off her nose and falls to the ground.

“Try again,” Wanda chuckles, handing over another chocolate chip.

The girl tries again and again and again while they wait for the timer. Wanda coaches her each time, and they both laugh when she misses.

When a chocolate chip finally lands in her mouth, they celebrate.

Y/n jumps into Wanda’s arms happily, and although she is shocked, the witch quickly reciprocates.

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Warmth and darkness surround Wanda when she rolls over in bed. She can feel steady pangs of discomfort but coupled with the very loud thoughts from the other side of the wall, she decides the discomfort is not her own. The whimpers she hears from next door set her into action.

The sokovian quickly gets out of bed to check on her new friend.

When she reaches the door, Wanda knocks lightly, “Y/n, are you awake?” It’s a stupid question. Wanda knows the girl is awake, but she wants to alert the girl of her presence without scaring her.

She doesn’t get a reply so she cracks the door this time, “can I come in?”

Once again, the only reply she gets is soft whimpers coming from the bed, so she pushes further into the room. Wanda takes feather light steps, so as not to frighten the girl.

“Y/n?” the witch whispers as she approaches the bed. “мала(little one), are you feeling ok?” This time she does get a response. Y/n lays on her side faces away from Wanda, but she shakes her head enough for the older woman to understand.

No, she does not feel ok.

Wanda sits on the bed and reaches for the girl’s forehead to check for a fever. However, Y/n has a different idea. She pulls away from the woman’s touch, grumbling.

“Ok,” Wanda retreats her hands and looks down at Y/n, “I know you can take care of yourself, and you don’t need help. But, will you let me help this one time…. please?”

All is silent as Y/n contemplates her next move. With a huff and a nod, she rolls onto her back so Wanda can get a better look at her. She doesn’t look older than 4, much younger than she was earlier today.

She checks her forehead for a temperature, but she doesn’t have a fever. Wanda looks down to the girl who still whimpers in discomfort. “Can you tell me what’s wrong, мала(little one)? So I know how to help.”

Y/n’s little eyes gather with tears when she looks up to Wanda, “hurts.”

“Where does it hurt, мед(honey)?”

The girl only pouts and points down to her abdomen.

“Your stomach hurts?” Wanda confirms gently.

Y/n’s lip quivers as she holds back a sob. She nods twice.

“Oh sweet мала(little one),” the brunette tucks a lock of hair behind the girl’s ear. “We can go get you some medicine that’ll make you feel better if you come with me,” she holds both hands out to the girl, an open invitation for her to fall into.

…and that she does. Y/n sits up and moves into Wanda’s embrace. She wraps her arms around Wanda’s neck, while Wanda wraps her arms around Y/n and lifts her off the bed.

“I’ve got some medicine in my room,” Wanda walks them both next door, “but it tastes a bit yucky, so we’ll have to go to the kitchen to get a drink to wash it down. What would you like juice or maybe some milk?”

When they reach the kitchen, Wanda sits Y/n on the counter. It takes a little convincing to get the medicine down her throat, but after some milk, all is well again. Putting the dirty cup away, Wanda’s eyes fall on the jar of cookies they made this morning… actually two jars.

The first time Wanda made cookies for Y/n, she ate the two she was allowed to and then waited until after dinner to ask again. However, the rest of the team ate all the cookies before she could get another one. So this time, Wanda put the cookies in two separate jars, one of which is marked a sticky note that reads: Y/n’s Cookies.

The jar clearly holds less cookies than it did when Y/n took one after dinner. Suddenly the cause of Y/n’s stomachache is apparent.

“Мед(honey), did you come down here and eat more cookies after everyone went to bed?”

The girl looks to Wanda with wide eyes. She knows she is caught, so she just fesses up. Y/n pokes out her bottom lip and nods.

Wanda knows that Y/n is an adult and wants to be treated like one. Though, sometimes it’s hard to remember that when she is as small as she is right now. Still, the sokovian doesn’t have the heart to scold her. The stomachache is punishment enough.

“You’re a little cookie monster, aren’t you?” Wanda tickles the girl along her sides. She sits the girl on her hip and walks back to their floor.

“That’s why your tummy hurts so bad,” rubbing the Y/n’s back she continues, “too many cookies will make you sick. That’s why I said only two earlier. I didn’t want you to upset your tummy.”

They return to the Y/n’s room, and Wanda tucks her back into her bed. “Will you stay?” a tiny voice catches the witch off guard, “…til I fall asleep?”

The older woman smiles softly and obliges happily, “of course мала(little one).” She sits on the bed and gently massages the child’s abdomen to help ease the cramping.

A long silence stretches between them. Wanda speaks before Y/n can fall asleep.

“Y/n?”

Little eyes flutter open and look up at her.

“I know you’re probably used to doing everything on your own, maybe even prefer it….. but you know you don’t have to anymore, right?”

She tucks some hair behind Y/n’s face while the girl watches her intently, “you can come to me if you ever need anything… when you’re little or big. If you want to hang out or can’t reach something on the top shelf… even if you just want to make some more cookies.” She tickles the girl lightly until she gets a giggle.

“You don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore. You’re not alone. You have me and the rest of the team-“

“They don’t like me,” Y/n frowns and her eyebrows furrow.

Wanda offers her a sympathetic smile, “that’s not true. I think they just don’t really know what to say yet, but they’ll come around. If they opened up for me after what I did, I have no doubt they will for you.”

“What did you do?” the girl asks softly.

The witch opens her mouth to speak but struggles to find the words, “maybe next time. We should get to sleep. Close your eyes, мала(little one). I’ll be here till you fall asleep, and if you wake up again, I’m right next door.”

Y/n smiles up to her sleepily. She closes her eyes and quickly drifts off to sleep.

Once she’s asleep, Wanda quietly exits the room, stopping only in the doorway to look back on the sleeping little girl.

“Good night, Cookie Monster.”

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A/N: As always, thank you so much for reading; I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think in the comments below.

-k❤️

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delta-pavonis · 8 months

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🥁 + 9

Because it's brilliant and I need more of these two. (And to give me more picture ideas to spam you with 😁)

Aw, "shoulder kisses."

Read it below the cut or on AO3. You will probably need to brush your teeth after this it is so fluffy.

"Come. " Kiss. "To." Kiss. "Bed." Kiss.

The last one lingers on Hob's bare shoulder, lips parting to allow teeth to nip at the taut curve of skin. Hob turns his head and catches Dream's lips with his own for a moment. "No." He cannot help but smile at his lover's pout. "I am determined to get through this song first."

Hob had picked up a recorder in the city’s market just before they left so that he has something new to work on to distract himself from his swirling thoughts. He has spent the vast majority of his time since they left the capital of Helespis with said instrument.

"What is with this sudden single-minded need to broaden your musical horizons? And why the rush?" Dream kneels next to him since there is no room on the stool set outside their vardo. One pale hand squeezes Hob's knee. "This seems so sudden and I... is something wrong?"

"I..." He sighs, looking down at Dream. "It has just been hard for me. Since Calliope joined the caravan."

Upon exiting the Southern Wastes Dream's clan headed for the capital of the small marshland nation of Helespis. It was in said capital that they met up with Calliope: she needed transport into Temenos. And wouldn't you know, that is exactly where they are headed. Of course Dream let her travel with them. Of course Dream did not refuse to provide safe passage to his ex-wife.

Saying Calliope is beautiful is such an understatement as to be embarrassing to they who utter it. Of course Dream would have been with someone like that, someone who is the elegance of a poem given human form. Someone who can dance and sing and play the mandolin. Of course Dream is pulled into her orbit, smiling at her with that sweet little curl of lips Hob had been sure was only for him.

Dream’s expression darkens as he considers Hob’s words. “Did she say something to you? Do something? I would not have her treating my lover poorly.”

Hob deflates a little, his smile fond as warmth blooms in his chest and he lays his hand over Dream’s on his knee. “No. Nothing like that. It is just…”

That first night Hob had watched them from the farthest edge of their camp, in the shadow of the kitchen wagon, and sighed. Like a lovelorn fool. He felt such a fool.

"My brother is with you for a reason," Epithumia emerged from the kitchen with a glass of wine and nudged Hob with their elbow. "He is divorced from her for a reason. Do not sit and stew in your jealousy – it is going to leave unsightly lines on your face."

Hob chuckled softly. For all their apparent grievances with Hob and with their brother, 'Mia still wants said sibling to be happy and is thrilled that Hob makes him happy. "So are you saying that you won't help me put frogs in her bunk?"

'Mia smirked, all red-waxed lips and kohl-lined eyes that shone golden when they caught the distant firelight. "Oh, now, I wouldn't go that far."

"See? I knew you'd have my back when push came to shove."

They have become closer over their weeks in the same clan, so it was not a surprise when 'Mia wound their arms around Hob's waist and rested their chin on his shoulder, body draped across his back. "I could help you make Morpheus jealous?" They splayed a hand across Hob's belly.

Hob rolled his eyes. "That might be the stupidest idea I have ever heard." He would never do that to Dream. Ever. Even if their relationship did come to an end. "Besides, I know that I am not your type. I won't kneel for you."

"Pity." They purred into his ear. "You would be very pretty with my cock in your mouth."

"I always look pretty with a cock in my mouth. That has little to do with yours in particular." Hob shrugged off 'Mia's embrace. "Now scram so I can mope here in peace."

'Mia just sipped at their wine. Hob swore he could hear the gears turning in that pretty head of theirs. “What is your problem here? Specifically.”

Hob sighed again, then motioned to the pair talking by the fire. “Look at him with her. Look at him smiling at her. Like that. Laughing with her like that.” ‘Mia did as he bid, looked out to their sibling and former sister-in-law. As if on command Calliope laughed heartily at something Dream had said, throwing her head back, while Dream smiled that exact soft little smile at her and Hob felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin. “Like. That.”

“Mmm,” ‘Mia hummed, took another sip of wine, and then finally turned to leave. “You should ask my brother what they are talking about.” They nudged Hob one more time before disappearing into the darkness.

“It is just what?” Dream brings Hob’s hand to his lips. “Please tell me why you are spending so much time alone working on this when you have never done such before. I…” He presses another kiss to Hob’s knuckles. “I miss you.”

Ah, fuck. Hob is such a sucker for this man. But instead of answering directly he tilts sideways. “The night after Calliope joined us, after dinner, around the fire… you were sitting alone with her and talking. What were you talking about?”

Hob’s eyes widen as Dream flushes a deep red that runs rapidly from cheeks to collarbones. “Oh. We…” He actually swallows audibly, which Hob arches an eyebrow at, and when he speaks it is a whisper. “Why do you ask?”

Now something really is amiss. Hob has never seen Dream blush like this. “Because you looked… so happy with her. And the way you smiled at her, laughed with her, I thought… it felt…”

Hob is interrupted when Dream breaks into giggles, his blue eyes blazing to life like hot flames. “Oh Hob. My Hob.” He puts his other hand on Hob’s neck, pulling their faces closer. “She asked me why I seemed so happy, noted that she hadn’t seen such happiness on me since the day we married.” Dream leans closer still, face still flushed but grin wide and open. “So I told her about the man that I have fallen in love with.”

Every last wisp of air leaves Hob’s lungs all at once. “That you have…”

Dream’s smile is blindingly bright when their noses brush, but his voice is breathless, “I love you, Hob.”

Hob pretty much falls off the stool and onto the ground in front of Dream, grasping at his shoulders as he succumbs to his own fit of giggles. Love. His Dream just told him that he loves him.

They don’t even make it into the vardo, Dream trying to use one of the large spoked wheels as leverage as he climbs onto Hob’s lap.

Epithumia’s voice rings out over the chirping of night-crickets, “In the name of Jabin’s blessed fucking bollocks… Find four walls. Now.”

#Dreamling #Night Rhythms #drummer/dancer AU #drummer Hob #dancer Dream #drummer!Hob #dancer!Dream #Dreamling AU #The Sandman AU #Dream of the Endless #Hob Gadling #Pavonis writes

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viktorybell · 10 months

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Growing Pains

Link x Zelda

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: self deprecating thoughts, gets pretty suggestive in certain places (wink wink nudge nudge) but nothing too explicit

a/n: this is insanely self-indulgent, not apologizing

Zelda came home at 6, dragging her weary feet across the village of Hateno long after the last child left the school house. She always does this to herself, staying until the last child is picked up by their parents. One of her coworkers even offered to let her off early today, their numbers lower than ever on the last day of school before summer. Of course, her perfectionist tendencies wouldn’t let her accept the offer, allowing somebody else to leave as she kept struggling with over thirty excitable children desperate to be done with school.

The walk home has never felt so slow and agonizing, the sight of her simple Hateno home never more comforting. Zelda slings her bag further up her shoulder as she bullies the old, creaky door open with a hip. Immediately she’s hit with the smell of something warm and comforting coming from the kitchen. The tension leaves her shoulders, nearly dropping an armful of student drawings and her long drained coffee thermos.

It’s usually a 50/50 shot whether Link will be home after Zelda finishes her shift at the school, her partner so prone to helping with one of a million tedious tasks around the village. His caring nature and drive to help others warms Zelda’s heart, usually setting it aflutter, but she can’t deny her relief at Link’s presence in their shared home. With a meal to boot? Zelda could kiss him.

“That smells divine…” She mumbles, trudging to their small kitchen table to add her load to a growing pile of clutter that’s began to form in the chaos of the last week of school. Arms free, Zelda shuffles over to where Link is humming over the stove top, his hips swaying in such a way that she has to refrain from gripping at them. Instead she settles for pressing her chest to his back, arms wrapping around his torso snugly as she noses along the nape of his neck. Link tries his best to act unfazed as she presses chaste kisses up and up towards his ear, watching it twitch slightly, the tip tinged red. As stoic as her knight likes to play, she knows the cracks in his armor and it makes her grin.

“I just finished cooking,” Link hums as he leans back slightly into his princess’ hold. On the stove is a steaming…disk? She’s never seen something of the like before, almost looking like the circular flat breads she enjoys with every other meal in Gerudo Valley.

“What…is that?” Zelda asks almost nervously. She trusts in his culinary ability, knowing damn well she can barely manage to boil water herself. However, at the same time she’s seen Link choke down dubious concoctions of frogs and monster bits alongside actual goddess forsaken rocks. So it’s sort of a toss up.

Link chuckles as he carefully begins cutting the circular bread in half with a satisfying crunch. “Pizza.”

Zelda nods and hums in response, like she totally understands whatever the fuck Link just said. There’s silence for a moment more before she cannot physically hold her tongue any longer. “Is that a real word or are you just messing with me and this is going right over my head?”

“It’s new,” Link says, not bothering to hide his laughter at Zelda’s response as he quarters the pizza. “Koyin needed my help at the lake. Sent me on like ten different missions today, and ended with us getting more cheese than we can eat.”

“Cheese?” Zelda repeats, the word scratching at a memory just beyond her grasp. Something she must have read in passing.

She had been doing research into the culture and history of Hateno Village back when she first returned from her 100 year stint keeping Calamity Ganon down. It had been hard to walk out of Link’s meager home, the world around her new and strange and different from the one she once knew. Worse than that she was scared of the people. Her people. Scared of what they’d think, scared they’d blame her for their losses. Their princess, the goddess’ chosen hero of wisdom, missing for a century and somehow getting to show up again seemingly unscathed. It had taken her a long time before she was able to step foot into town. Months even. Probably would’ve lasted an entire year if Link’s home had not been truly desolate and mind numbingly plain. There was only so many times she could rearrange their three pieces of furniture before even the ridicule of her beloved people outweighed the boredom of staring out the same window for hours on hours as she waited for Link to return.

The town library had been her first stop.

“Yeah, cheese. Koyin even lent me an old recipe from her grandfather. Pizza,” Link explains as he pulls a quarter of the pizza apart from the circle. Long, steaming strings of cheese connect the slice to the remaining pieces. Zelda’s stomach growls where it’s pressed to Link’s back, both of them freezing up at the sound. Link sets the pizza back down and gives her a curious look over his shoulder. “Have you eaten at all today?”

Not wanting to worry her partner, Zelda immediately slips into damage control mode. She leans in, pressing another hot line of kisses up the side of Link’s neck. These ones are open mouthed and lingering compared to the light pecks from earlier, lightly dragging her teeth across a bruise she’d left there earlier in the week. Link’s ear twitches again, harder this time as his focus slips a bit, but he pulls himself together at the last moment. He turns in Zelda’s arms to give her a disappointed look.

“Did you work through your lunch break again?” Link’s brows are pulled together in worry as he leans back against the stove, putting enough distance between them to fold his arms. No matter how pretty she tries to bat her eyelashes, her stubborn knight refuses to budge an inch.

With a sigh, her arms drop from Link’s hips to fold around her own torso, defensively mirroring Link’s posture without realizing. “It was another half day at the school, and you know how many of the students show up to after school care when the day is over.”

“And nobody could cover you for lunch?” Link prods, still looking at her with those kicked puppy blue eyes that made her want to storm away and sleep the rest of the day away as if she were a teen again. Zelda hates that she makes him worry. Hates that she takes up space in his mind like that, hates that she takes up space in general. Hates being useless. Hates not being able to take a break. Hates constantly worrying that she isn’t doing enough. She doesn’t say it out loud. After so long at each other’s sides, she doesn’t really need to. Link sighs sadly. He doesn’t have to say it out loud either, but she knows he wants to shake her by the shoulders and insists she matters, that she deserves to rest.

“Come sit and eat,” He says instead, arms falling back to his sides. The tension brewing in Zelda dissipates immediately, her shoulders slumping like a puppet with cut strings. There’s a terrible ache in her lower back she hadn’t noticed until she stopped running about like a cuccoo with its head chopped off. She presses a light kiss to the corner of his lips as thanks, one he reels her in to return in full. The two only part from the kiss when Zelda’s stomach decides to make itself known yet again. Link chuckles against her lips, tapping her hip where his hands had slid up to hold her during their kiss. “Sit. Eat.”

“Unf, Link. You know how hot it gets me when you use caveman speak,” Zelda teases as she does as told, sliding into her usual seat at the table. Link sends a half-hearted glare her way, signing something along the lines of ‘go fuck yourself,’ before turning his attention back to their dinner.

As much as she adores giving her boyfriend a hard time, she adores every word to come out of his mouth. When they were younger, Link said hardly a word to her despite how many she hurled at him. Being seventeen is hard. Being the princess was harder. Being her knight was likely even harder than that. Zelda finds herself getting stuck on her treatment of Link, taking his silence for judgment. Judgment that he wielded the sword, a random knight from Hyrule goddess chosen and capable. Judgment that no matter how many days and nights she spent praying and begging for an answer, she was left in silence. Silence from the goddess Hylia, silence from her chosen knight. Expectant silence while everyone stared and waited for something incredible she just wasn’t capable of.

Zelda’s spiraling was interrupted by a plate pointedly placed in front of her. Link’s eyebrow is quirked in a silent question when she drags her gaze up from where it had been blindly boring holes into their wooden tabletop. A silent question from her no longer silent knight.

“Sorry, just lost in thought. This is perfect, thank you beloved,” She sighs, watching her love’s ears turn pink as he hurries back to the stove to grab his own slice.

While no longer completely mute, Link still had his moments. They were becoming fewer and far between when it was just the two of them. Primarily when Link’s having a bad day. But Zelda’s found she quite enjoys his silence as well, now. Especially when its cause is sweet pet names that fluster the knight to no end.

It isn’t long before the two are seated and digging into yet another lovely home cooked meal from the hero of Hyrule. The pizza is unlike anything she’s tried before, but it’s something she could get used to eating. Her first bite is followed by a moan that nearly causes Link to drop his own slice. If that hadn’t proved to him how delicious the food was, the way they devoured the whole pizza in silence did.

“Link,” Zelda groans as she leans back in her chair. “You’ve truly outdone yourself. You must make this again.”

‘I’d make it every single day if you wanted me to, princess.’ Link signs the words to her instead of speaking them aloud, something he does often when saying something sweet. Zelda’s heart squeezes with affection, hiding a giddy grin by sipping from her water. It’s intoxicating to know she has such an effect on her partner. To reduce him to such a blushing, stuttering mess.

The air between them shifts, Zelda’s eyes going half-lidded as she stares across the table at Link as if she would devour him next. Which honestly, she thought to herself, wasn’t such a bad idea…

“The hero of Hyrule AND an amazing chef? How can I ever repay your valiant efforts toward the crown of Hyrule?” She teases as she stands from her chair and slowly stalks towards where Link’s staring with wide eyes.

A strangled noise gets caught in his throat when Zelda turns his chair out from the table and then gracefully sinks to her knees in front of him. This isn’t anything new for the two of them, but Link is flustered and stumbling over his words like it’s the first time all over again. Unable to put words to his thoughts, Link settles on breathlessly whispering her name as her hands slide up his calves to his thighs. He shifts under her palms unconsciously, biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

“Ah, I mean - well…if you insist,” Link finally stutters out.

Zelda grins up at him wickedly. She flicks her short hair out of her face as she shuffles up closer, something she would soon regret as a bolt of hot pain radiates down her spine from the top of her neck. If she had been standing up her knees would have surely buckled underneath her. Her only saving grace is that she’s already on her knees and instead she falls forward and face plants into her partner’s thigh with a muffled ‘oof’.

The mood between them is shattered as Link immediately tenses up beneath her. Sitting up from his formerly slumped position, he gently brushes her hair out of her face. He’s nervous to move her and worsen the pain.

“Zelda?? Are you ok?” Link asks earnestly. It’s enough to make her face heat up and she turns away from his light touches and groans frustratedly into the meat of his thigh. She can feel him relax some as he gently runs his fingers through her hair. “You overdid it again, didn’t you?”

Both of them were aware of her tendencies to work until she, sometimes literally, dropped. Zelda liked to ignore it, which only made Link more persistent in his attempts at getting her to slow down and take a breath. Ironic, she thought, when Link was definitely the more overtly self-destructive of the two. Of course, she also didn’t see her overworking tendencies as self-destructive, though, which Link vehemently disagrees with. The two could go round and round about it until they were both red in the face and exhausted. Which sometimes they did.

“It was the last day of school, I couldn’t just…leave early,” Zelda sighs, turning her face enough for her voice to be heard clearly. It sounded like a weak excuse even to her own ears, which drooped down in shame.

“Are the other teachers really that bad at their jobs?” Link mumbles, starting to unravel the braids that circle Zelda’s head.

“What? No! They’re entirely capable, I trust them with the physical well-being of any of the children in Hateno,” She says almost indignantly, as if she’d dare let someone unqualified for the job risk the safety of a child.

“Then what’s the issue?”

That gives Zelda pause. She starts and stops nearly four different attempts at defending her actions, but still ends up short. Curse Link and his occasional wisdom. She hates when he makes sense.

“I worry…” Zelda starts, her voice small. “I worry something out of everyone’s control will occur. Whether that be a disaster of some sort? Another calamity? I don’t know. I just feel it all the time, this overwhelming dread like something bad is going to happen. Like…like…”

“Like the other shoe is going to drop?” Link finishes for her when she trails off. “I know. I feel it too.”

“But if I’m there, if I’m present, I can stop it. I can help them in ways other can’t, I can finally stop being so useless-”

Pausing where he was gently unraveling the plaits in Zelda’s hair, he gingerly takes her face in both of his hands. So light and gentle like she’s glass, like she’ll break apart into a thousand pieces so small they can’t possibly piece them together again.

“Calamity Ganon is gone. We’re safe. We have a home in Hateno. You’re princess Zelda of Hyrule. You love frogs and helping the village kids learn how the world around them works. You like pizza,” Link lists fact after fact about her until she finally looks him in the eyes and rests a hand over top of his, still cupping her face.

She recognizes what he’s doing. It’s a grounding technique she uses often when Link is suffering through a bad day. When he swears he can still feel the cold chill of the resurrection shrine, when he coughs with phantom smoke from Ganon’s putrid gloom.

“I hate when you make sense,” With another exaggerated groan, Zelda turns back to hiding her face in his leg, biting down lightly in retaliation. Link giggles almost giddily, his thighs ticklish as he struggles not to jostle his partner.

“C’mon. Stove’s still burning, I can heat some water for a bath,” Link offers as he finishes loosening the last of her braids. He runs his fingers gently through the wavy locks until the last bit of tension drops from Zelda’s shoulders. “Might help with the pain.”

Zelda doesn’t bother denying the soreness that’s truly settling into her muscles now that she’s stopped running about. There’s a dull throb along her back and her knees feel awkward and numb where she’s been resting all her weight on them for the past ten minutes. Taking Link’s offered hands, she lets her knight help her to her feet and pulls him up with her. He nearly stumbles into her, but turns it into an embrace at the last second. His arms are wrapped tight around her waist as he stares up at her through his messy bangs.

While Zelda had been trying out increasingly shorter hair styles, it seemed like Link was content to let his own hair grow far past his shoulders. Not that she was complaining. The added length made it much more fun to tug at in…certain situations. Link’s breath hitches as Zelda reaches up to tangle her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. She’s got a firm but gentle grip, not pulling. Not yet, anyways.

“Only if you’re to join me, beloved.” Zelda hums. She’s all too pleased to see the mood may not have been entirely ruined, giggling behind her hand as Link ducks out of her hold and immediately rushes out to grab a bucket of water from their well out back.

It’s been years now since the two defeated the Calamity. It’ll be years in the future before they may live unburdened by the pain of their shared suffering. But Zelda finds herself not minding the aches and sore spots as much as she thought she would.

To her it’s a sign of progress.

Growing pains.

#legend of zegend #lmao that tag is getting me silly #legend of zelda #loz #botw #breath of the wild #zelda #link #linkloz #zelink #zelink fic #fic #fanfic #i always forget what to tag this shit with #oh well

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jungle-angel · 9 months

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The Night Singer (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett could never imagine what real magic was like until he was awoken by the sound of your voice on a summer night

Rhett had always had trouble sleeping during the summer despite the house remaining consistently cool with the mini-splits you had put all over the place. Perhaps it had been the days leading up to the full moon when everyone and their mother became easily agitated or the heat which had been particularly bad the last few weeks. Whatever it had been, it had put him into a state that made him restless and unable to sleep.

When he blinked his eyes open, the light of the full moon spilled into the bedroom he shared with you, but you were nowhere to be found. The covers had been pulled back, the indent of your form still in the mattress where you always slept.....right next to him.

Something didn’t quite feel right. Rhett made his way down the hall to where Amy’s bedroom was but the two year old was nowhere to be found. Rhett felt his heart jump in his chest. The unlikely had begun to race through his mind, thinking that Perry had somehow broken in and taken the both of you, but no. The doors and windows were always and thoroughly locked at night.

He grabbed his cowboy hat and a white t-shirt off the bedpost and left the house, sneaking out the kitchen door so as not to wake the dogs. The moon above was full and huge, illuminating the land in a soft, silver-white glow while the grass rippled with the hot summer wind. Rhett looked up to see the stars all flecked across the skies like silver dust while the sky itself was a deep, dark blue velvet.

A sound had suddenly reached his ears, quiet at first and so faint that he could hardly hear it. Rhett followed it, listening between the incessant chirping of the crickets and frogs coming from the pond while the humidity made the hackles on the back of his neck and the hairs on his arms stand straight up. It grew louder as he wandered through the groves of gardenia, forget-me-not and other pale blue and white flowers you had planted near the house. Closer and closer he came, the singing having grown louder and louder until he reached the spot in the garden that was your favorite place of all.

The Fairy Ring.

Rhett, Royal and Wes had planted the huge ring of lilac hedges shortly after you and Rhett had gotten married. Rhett never minded them in the least although he could have done without the frequent allergy attacks in the spring. Yet he loved the smell, one he had always associated with you.

He could hear your voice, clear as day coming from inside the ring where the flowers were in full bloom with their pale, soft purple blossoms. The soft strum of the lyre you had made in the woodshed filled the night air along with Amy’s little giggles. You looked like a dream in your white satin and lace slip and your stringy white crochet shawl, your fingers plucking away at the strings while Amy crouched in the grass near your flat topped rock, her little baby voice singing along with yours to the same song you and Rhett had sung to her when she was first born.

“Edelweiss, edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and white, clean and bright You look happy to meet me Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss, edelweiss Bless my homeland forever”

Rhett felt himself getting teary-eyed when he heard that song. His grandmother, Heidi, had always used to sing of that beautiful little flower that grew high in the mountains of her homeland, bringing them to Wabang when she had left Switzerland during the war and had married Rhett’s Irish grandfather. He could still hear Oma Heidi’s voice in yours, wishing she could be here to rock Amy to sleep and to sing to her the way that she used to when Rhett was a baby.

You smiled and turned to find Rhett entering the fairy ring, his voice joining yours. You noticed the tears starting to form in his eyes as he tipped his hat upwards and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful your voice is darlin?” he asked.

“Once or twice,” you chuckled.

Rhett leaned in for another kiss, the tears dripping from his eyes onto both your cheeks. “What’s wrong Rhett?” you asked.

“Oma used to sing that to me all the time,” he croaked. “Grew’em in her garden and everything when she came to the states.”

“Oh sweetie,” you cooed, brushing a shiny tear from his cheek.

Rhett laughed a little bit, unable to control it from slipping out. He sat with you on the rock, watching Amy play in the moonlight while the two of you sang together, making the heat of a summer night just a little bit more bearable.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #outer range

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girl4music · 2 months

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The scene in the kitchen in ‘Afraid’ is cute but also really weird. Almost as weird as the scene in the episode before where they were kissing on the bed and Waverly asks Nicole if she can tell her about her year and a half and then suddenly there’s a loud bang and she gets all anxious and distracted because she thinks it’s a monster that’s got into the Homestead and Waverly has to remind her that it’s just Wynonna. But at least you can tell what’s going on in that scene.

In the scene where they’re under sheets after having sex on the kitchen floor Waverly suggests that they should talk about the proposal after Nicole completely rebuffs her compliments to her about making a presentation on how amazing she is, and it makes Nicole completely stop in her tracks. In the awkward silence Waverly tries to explain that even though the world was ending, she meant every word she said to her in proposing to her and then Nicole abruptly goes in for a kiss while she’s mid-sentence. Now that could be interpreted as she’s so overwhelmed by Waverly’s earnest words that she immediately wants to kiss her.

Or… it could be interpreted as Nicole does it because she wants to shut her up from talking about anything that might reveal what she did while Waverly was in the Garden. What she did to get her, Wynonna and Doc out of the Garden. She wants to hide the truth from her because she’s scared that she won’t feel the same about marrying her if she knew it. It’s a little toxic but it’s not out of character for her given she did the same with hiding Waverly’s DNA test so she wouldn’t know the truth about her true heritage and nature. So Nicole wants to avoid talking about the engagement because she doesn’t want that exposed.

It’s really freaking sad to be honest that Nicole feels that she has to manipulate and deceive Waverly because she no longer has any confidence in herself. It’s reminding me very much of Willow Rosenberg and the way she is with her lovers when she gets insecure. Instead of communicating and working through her emotions and what’s bothering her, she’ll avoid them or do something to escape from having to feel them.

Nicole doesn’t have anywhere near the arc Willow does when it comes to this but it’s just similar behaviour I’m picking up on every now and again. There’s a common theme. It’s the intense fear of loss even when all seems fine and your love is safe again so you still act as if you’re losing or about to lose them because you can’t be sure that they’re ever really safe.

It’s that trauma of the last 18 months, 4 weeks and 3 days that Nicole is stuck in. Paralyzed inside of it. Even though she has Waverly and her family back she’s still mentally paralyzed by the fear that they won’t remain with her. That she’ll lose them again. And it’s just so fucking upsetting to watch her like that even in moments that should make her feel happy.

It is depression that’s eating at Nicole this season. It’s just a form of depression not usually talked about and therefore not easily recognized by those who haven’t gone through it themselves. Most people think that when you’re depressed, you feel empty inside. Can’t feel anything at all. When that’s not necessarily true all the time. You do feel something, it’s just those feelings don’t manifest from or because of the present moment. They’re always feelings provoked from the past. A memory. A nightmare. Some type of trauma. So they’re often negative feelings like fear, grief and distress. And they’re often ones you’ve experienced from before when it was actually the present moment.

Being paralyzed in the past is a form of depression. Being ridden with anxiety is part of a depression.

That’s Nicole’s arc in Season 4. She’s paralyzed in a place and time that no longer exists in present being. I feel really sorry for her but at the same time - what she did in trading Doc for Waverly to the Clantons really was awful and so I say it’s karma that she was made to start barfing up those frogs and possessed to attack her loved ones. Love causes you to do the crazy but it should never be at the expense of someone else. Perhaps she felt it was Doc’s retribution for biting humans. That it wouldn’t be a big loss to them all. That he was too dangerous to keep around. Whatever the reason as to why she promised to sell Doc out, it was only fair that bad shit would turn around on her.

But I think at the end of the day the worse guilt eating away at her was that she wasn’t Waverly’s saviour. Therefore she didn’t feel worthy of being married to her. Which is likely also why she was not being upfront about what she did to get her out of the Garden.

Nicole really does have quite the arc in Season 4 with all this going on and I really love it. But what I love about it most of all is that it wraps tightly around WayHaught’s love story of commitment of marriage and also other commitments alongside marriage. Nicole makes the greatest worst mistake she possibly could because she wanted Waverly out of the Garden. And in a way, she redeems herself by sacrificing her own life instead of anyone else’s to have her Waverly which is much more characteristic of Nicole Haught.

#wynonna earp #afraid #nicole haught #katherine barrell #season 4 #nicole’s arc #paralyzation #trauma #depression #anxiety #fear #grief #loss #distress #PTSD #characterization #character representation #character development #wlw representation

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downtoncoquetteroach · 7 months

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Summary: A fun chapter. Reader and Fred finally got to talk.

Notes: So this chapter its short but I hope you liked it, I was missing Fred a lot so I hope Neville lovers can't forgive his absence. He's coming back on the next one I promise.

Chapter one

Chapter two

You can also find this work on AO3 ⭐🩷

Chapter Three: Lumos 🪄✨

Lee was sitting on the benches opening a chocolate frog, while chewing the frog's head he pulled out the card to see which wizard he got, it was Gilderoy Lockhart who instantly showed a flirtatious smile, Lee gave him the finger. The twins continued arguing on the field for a while, they were really dumb, Lee already knew what they were discussing because the sound of the field traveled the same way it did in churches so you could hear everything from the other side. After a while it ended the same way it always did between the two redheads, rolling on the floor like kids, they were like a childhood cartoon, predictable but funny. A classic.

Y/n wasn't at dinner and Hermione was concerned about her absence, asking annoying questions to Fred and George, increasing Fred's guilty feelings, deep down worrying about y/n being hurt or I'll. His brother had made clear that being embarrassed for something you said during sex wasn't enough reason to disappear from a girl especially under THIS specific circumstances with THIS specific girl. He was looking for her the whole time but she just wasn't there.

He looked for her in the library, the hospital wing, her dorm, the common room, the astronomy tower, the girls bathroom and even the kitchens. Nothing. He was desperate, what if she went home? He couldn't bear the thought. He went to bed, miserable and concerned.

Y/n woke in Neville's arms, feeling the warmth of his chest and his chin on her head, she was embracing him too. It was so weird but familiar at the same time, as If it was meant to be this way. She separated from his body very carefully but he woke up to the cold of her absence. They looked at each other for a moment and smiled in silence, she told him in signals that she was leaving and he nodded.

She was grateful for Ron's snoring covering her steps, the morning sun illuminating her way out and with great care she opened the door just to encounter Fred Weasley coming downstairs.

Wtf?

She gasped and after a second she ran out.

She couldn't believe her luck. She felt guilty but at the same time she didn't knew why, after all, Neville was just her friend and nothing happened and even if it did, Fred and her weren't a couple. But the weight in her stomach told her otherwise.

Some weeks passed and the things between them got cold, they avoided the other, Fred seemed hurt somehow, sometimes she felt like he was about to talk to her but in the end he backed up. She was still hurt but started to miss him and George so much. Without them around classes were so boring.

Neville and y/n had growth closer, spending all of their meals and free hours together, endlessly talking and laughing, exchanging secret notes on the hallways while they ran from classroom to dungeon and they knew what the other had to say just by looking into each other's eyes. Neville felt like this period at Hogwarts was definitely everything he had hoped Hogwarts to be.

Rumors started to spread but they didn't care, except for Fred who seemed grumpier.

The morning of Christmas break before they got on the train back to London, Fred finally reached out.

Y/n was getting back from the library after returning the last books when she felt a cold hand on her wrist, pulling her towards the nearest closet. It was dark but she knew instantly it was Fred.

Lumos

His eyes were scrutinizing her in silence, she was nervous, butterflies fluttering on her stomach, hands sweating. She was about to open her mouth but he stopped her by putting his forefinger on her lips and before he coul say anything she sucked it.

He didn't expect THAT. But he recovered fast and with a grunt, he put her against the wall while his left hand reached in between her legs, fingering her with no mercy without breaking eye contact. She was already soaked when he spoke breathlessly.

Oh you've been a bad girl, pretending you didn't care about me but here you are, do you get wet just by the sight of me sweetheart?

Y/n's whimpers were getting loud, Fred was already so turned on he pulled his fingers out of her panties and licked them out

See love? You are mine, I'm gonna give you something to think about on the holidays

He went down on her, got his head under her skirt and tore her underwear, his warm watery tongue ranged all over her pussy, sucking and licking, eating her ferociously while she tried not to moan so loudly.

His dick was so hard it was painful to keep inside his pants so he took it out and before he could start to pleasure himself she begged

Fred please fuck me

He got up and looked at her in the eyes

Say that again darling

Fred please fuck me hard

Will you be a nice girl?

Yes Fred

Would you spread those beautiful legs for me? Would you let me fill you?

Yes Fred I promise, that's all I want

I'm gonna fuck you until you are pregnant sweetheart

She gasped and he lifted her against the wall, he got inside her easily, instant pleasure consuming both of them, she put her arms around his neck and he finally kissed her.

Y/n felt dizzy of ecstasy, Fred's dick hitting the right soft spot inside of her, filling her so well, his lips kissing her eagerly. She was getting close to the edge and so was he. She pulled his hair and he started to suck her neck violently while she came on his dick, pushing him to the edge as well, Fred's cum overflowing her legs. Y/n thought nothing had felt so good as his warm cum drenching her skin.

They held each other for a while, trying to breathe property again. He looked at her

Are we good now then?

She laughed

You bet Weasley

#hp #hp fandom #fred weasley #weasley twins #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley smut #fred weasly x reader

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bitchfitch · 1 year

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Facing fate was difficult when you were young. Expectations could crush you beneath their heel. Your back would snap from the duty you did not ask for being put on your shoulders. Then there was the pain of knowing you never had a choice in the matter. It was all fated. You never had a choice.

As a old cook more than a little used to it though... Well, it was a lot of the same issue but with more knee problems and less ability to give a shit about any of it.

Jeremiah's ancient little sedan trundled up the gravel stone path of his driveway. The thing was running on fumes after he spent the last hour or so burning the last of the fuel driving in slow circles through the back roads around his rural home. A last bit of rebellion and revelry in the life he'd found here before he went and faced the music.

The evil he had fought as a young man would rise in his home world once more, the binds he had put on it having grown weak with time. His self imposed exile had bought so much more of it, allowing him to pop in every couple hundred years to spruce up the place before fucking back off to his peaceful life with pockets full of real gold coins and lavish jewelry that no one ever mentioned when he returned. But no longer would he be able to do that. He was old now, his life would soon find it's close and it was high time he found a successor to take over his work. He just hoped they wouldn't be as willing to isolate themselves as he was.

He stepped out of his car after parking it, hesitating on every step as he reminisced and fussed over problems that had not yet come. His red brick home with it's black roof and dense covering of ivy was the perfect place for an old man to say good bye. But, but, why was his bedroom window boarded up? He'd been gone a few weeks on this last sabbatical but Surely nothing Too bad could have happened? Gwyn, his roommate he found so someone could inherit this place and look after it when he was gone, must have just... broken it. For some reason.

The door to his home slammed open, Gwyn looked beyond furious with him. He stalked with enough malace towards the man he didn't know was a feared and respected sorcerer of unimaginable power that it had Jeremiah taking a step back. Impressive considering Gwyn was a slight creature who looked the definition of 'bookish'.

"Hello, what happened to my window -" Jeremiah might not get to find an apprentice if the shade of anger red Gwyn turned was anything to go by.

"You Absolute Mother Fucker."

"It's nice to see you too, Gwyn. How's Jeremiah the frog? I presume you were both well in my absence?"

"I'd say you have a lot of fucking explaining to do, but unfortunately I think I've already Pieced it all together," he points towards the door with a glare that is not to be ignored. Jeremiah decides to hesitate less and walk more.

"Do help an old man out, what has happened?" he turns to cast a glance over his shoulder at Gwyn as he passes the threshold into his home, "I'm not as fast as I used to be, you'll understand when you're..." he trails off as he faces back the way was walking and very abruptly realizes what the issue might be.

A nacyl, a sort of very large wolf person who were not uncommon in Jeremiah's homeland, was stood in the doorway to his kitchen. The poor man had to hunch to fit in the low cielinged space, but his expression was one of pure 'doneness' as Gwyn would put it. Wholey accepting of the situation at hand and beyond the point of caring. He wore greaves and what seemed to be one of Gwyn's old oversized sleep shirts. A garment that fit Gwyn like a very loose, short dress but which fit this nacyl like an extremely tight cropped tee. He was holding a cereal bowl of canned spaghetti product and a spoon that was comically small in his big furry mitts.

"Ah, a visitor. How nice. Gwyn you could have just said we had company," Jeremiah was too old for any sort of high adrenaline activity, but angering Gwyn to such a degree was starting to give him the same high active battle once did. "A emissary of Bustmala I presume? Oh I know I was dragging my feet a bit but I didn't expect such... a comfortable looking envoy."

"Sorcerer. You have my greetings," the nacyl rumbled before shuffling off to go sit on the ratty grey couch. Given the amount of fur on it the fellow must have been here for at least few days and had made his claim to it in that time.

"Human Jeremiah."

"Oh. You're using the full name huh? I didn't think you the sort who would be so cross over having a visitor."

"That's not why I'm mad. If he'd just shown up Yeah I'd be a Little upset, but mostly wowed by the whimsy of finding out my Roommate is a Legendary Wizard. That would have been cool. What Wasn't cool was getting surprise teleported to an entire other universe because You were late and they were desperate. They Thought I was You, Human Jeremiah."

"I didn't think being mistaken for me would be this much of an insult to you."

"I was trapped there for Weeks. I didn't know if Jeremiah was alive or dead in his tank! I had," he whips around to point at the nacyl, who was doing a very good job at pretending to not listen while he ate his canned spaghetti product despite his ears being quirked their way, "That Asshole breathing down my neck and trying to stop me Leaving. Thank God the sorceress they found to try and keep the show going while you were MIA could send me home. Unfortunately," he gestures to the nacyl with more emphasis, "That Asshole got teleported back with me. We didn't know You were the one they were looking for. For Days we just had to Wait out what we thought was going to be the end of the world!"

"I assume his name isn't 'that asshole'"

"It's Commander Conrí Katona, sir," that asshole piped in.

"We only figured it out because he was Sulking so bad about it I offered to let him borrow one of your-" he puts his hands up to do very exaggerated air quotes "-Fiction," he repeats the action a few more times for emphasis, "Books."

"Is that what happened to my window?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. Got handed the bedtime story book I read to my kids, who I haven't seen in weeks and who I thought were all dead. Realized what had happened. Threw it."

"Shut up! Both of you! I wasn't able to learn that much while stuck there because of Someone-"

"That wasn't my fault."

"- So all I was able to gather from your stupid collection of Mystic Fucking Tomes was that We might get to choose a time to go back too. You know, before your home world Ends? Is that right? Or are the two of us about to get mauled by that chuckle fuck?"

"You've known my name longer than him."

"Shut it!"

Jeremiah stared at him with a neutral expression.

"Are you just not going to say anything?"

"If I recall correctly you told me to 'Shut Up'."

"Don't do this right now. Just fucking Don't."

"Sigh. Commander, do you know if this sorceress used the charge on my teleportation charm I'd set up in preparation for my return to summon our calm headed friend?" he wishes he could bottle the expression on Gwyn's face.

"I couldn't tell you. Exac'coso didn't bother to say what she was doing to the muscle. My job was just to make sure no one gave you trouble until you were ready for the grand skirmish. Not to question her."

"Ah. Did she have a large sorta plinth looking thing with her at the time of her attempt? 'Bout yay high, dark stone, hums ominously."

"Yes sir, she did."

"That complicates things... But, but, So long as we move fast I'm sure we can gather the necessary supplies to get everyone back where they belong."

"When would we be returning, sir?"

"Well, if I have my way we'll be back soon enough for you to tuck your kidlets in without them having to go a single night bedtime storyless."

The tension Conrí had carried without Jeremiah even noticing he was doing so left him so abruptly that there was a moment both humans briefly thought he was fainting.

Gwyn would have presumed it was from the relief of knowing he wouldn't be returning to children who didn't remember him as anything but an abandoner, or worse, that he'd be returning to a world where they were all long since killed in the turmoil to follow the reawakening.

Jeremiah would have presumed it was because of the canned spaghetti product. That can't be a good thing for a dog man to be eating, and knowing Gwyn there was a non zero chance it was all the poor sap had been fed while in their home. Jeremiah would have fainted himself if he was forced to live off that glop for any period of time regardless of the situation he was in.

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bloodyknucklesforme · 11 months

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Smells Like Home | Soap x Nina

Tags: All fluff

John reached out for Nina instinctively. He frowned softly as his hand felt the empty space on her side of the bed.

"Neen?" He opened his eyes to find himself alone. A spike of fear and he was upright, eyes darting across the room for assessment. Orange light from the early morning came through the cracks in the curtains.

He was up and out of bed before he could blink. The hallway smelled sweet like brown sugar and bananas.

"Nina?" He called out. The light in the kitchen was on.

"Kitchen!" She responded. His heart started settling back into his chest. He took a deep breath before rounding the corner to find her.

She was sitting on the rug, back against the cabinets. Her blonde hair was still messy from sleep and her knees were tucked underneath her, no, his shirt. The oven was on with a timer set. A bowl and measuring cups sat in the sink.

"There's coffee on the counter for you," she looked up from her book with a smile. He grinned back as he filled a mug and settled down next to her.

"What did you make?" He asked, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Banana bread. I saw a recipe last night and we had a couple frozen bananas," she shrugged. He hummed contently and kissed her cheek.

"You got up early to do this?" He used her phone to check the time. Not even seven am yet.

"I couldn't sleep." She admitted.

"We'll have to make time for a nap today, won't we?" He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. She fit so perfectly against his side. "What's your book about?"

He could never keep up with her reading. She'd clear four or five a week, sometimes more, depending on length. Their shared flat was littered with stacks of various books.

"A woman who has an affair with a weird frog man creature." John blinked. She'd grown fond of the weirder books, stories about people out of place and lost in the world. He took a sip of coffee.

"Can I read it when you're done?" He kissed her temple.

"I just started if you want me to read it out loud."

"I'd like that...I... I love you, Neen." His hand rested on her knee. She leaned into him more, wrapping an arm around his middle. It didn't matter that the kitchen floor was uncomfortable or that sleep still tugged on his mind. He had her in his arms, hot coffee in his favorite mug, and banana bread in the oven. He had everything he could ever need right here on this floor.

"I love you." Her hand had found his and squeezed.

A/N: I'm giving Nina the same taste in books as me. The book is Mrs. Caliban by Rachel Ingalls.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x oc #I need to clean up hte tags because I don't remember which one I use more #whoops #have some fluff #Soap x Nina

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cricketnationrise · 2 years

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Ooh this sounds fun!

How about:

-Dex

-October 31st

-Chowder's room at the Haus

have some wholesome Frogs because I know how much you love them <3

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Chowder's Room, Oct. 31

Dex is sick. His nose is somehow stuffy and runny at the same time. His throat is sore. His headache feels like a herd of wildebeests are jackhammering continuously.

Plus he’s lonely.

He’s been sequestered down in the basement since his coughing fit in the living room two days ago; the rest of the Haus taking turns to leave snacks and fluids outside the bungalow. It’s very sweet of them, but he misses his friends, the camaraderie that’s inherent in the shared spaces. Dex is the captain, he should be in the thick of things, fostering the cohesion of the team on and off the ice.

Knock knock.

Dex spends two seconds debating getting up to answer the door before flopping back into his bedding.

“Come in,” he rasps out.

“Hey Dex,” Chowder peeks his head in with a smile. “How’re you feeling?”

“Still like shit,” he says. “Glad to see you, though.”

“The Haus isn’t the same without you, for sure,” says Chowder. “Me n’ Nursey were gonna watch some Halloween stuff in my room, if you’re feeling up to relocating for the night.”

“I’d probably need a little help, but aren’t you guys worried you’ll get sick too?”

“Nah, we were both sick last week, remember? We probably gave it to you in the first place, honestly.”

“Well—”

“C’mon Dex, if nothing else you’ll be warmer. You’ve done a lot of work down here but it’s still a fucking basement.”

He sighs. “Alright, help me up.”

Chowder helps him out of bed and then bustles around, gathering up blankets and forcing him to rest in the kitchen while he grabs a fresh Gatorade and makes toast. When they make it up the stairs to Chowder’s room, Nursey is already there, fluffing pillows and making sure tissues are within easy reach. The string lights are on, covering the room in a warm glow, and fuck, Dex could cry.

“You guys,” he chokes out.

“Chill, Dex, we weren’t going to let you spend your favorite holiday alone. Plus we missed you,” Nursey says easily, powering up the projector that Dex had installed for Chowder over the summer.

“Just sit down and bask in the friendship, Dex,” Chowder nudges him toward the bed as he speaks.

Dex is too sick to put up much protest at the coddling, and goes, flopping down in relief. Even the rest in the kitchen wasn’t enough to offset the sheer exhaustion clinging to his frame. He manages to wriggle into the center of the bed and get comfy before he lets his eyes slip closed while Chowder and Nursey finish setting up.

“What about it, Dex, opinions?” comes Chowder’s voice, startling him out of the half-sleep he’d been drifting in.

“Opinions on what?”

“What we’re watching, Dexy – scary or fun?”

“Fun. Too tired for scary,” he mumbles.

“Then fun you shall have. Drink this,” Nursey adds, shoving the Gatorade at him. It has a straw. Dex stares at it for a bit, lost in the overwhelming sense of belonging that it triggers.

The other two clamber onto the bed, pinning him in place from either side, and get themselves cozy.

“Ready?” Nursey asks the others, poised with the remote.

“Ayuh.”

“Born ready,” confirms Chowder.

“Chill.” Nursey grins and hits play.

Dex looks at the wall, pleasantly surprised when Bette Midler’s name comes up. He hums in delight – he hasn’t seen Hocus Pocus in years.

“Thanks, guys,” he whispers. It’s not enough words to encompass how grateful he is for them, for their friendship, for their care – but it's what he can manage right now.

“Course, Dex,” says Chowder.

“Got your back,” Nursey says.

Dex smiles, sips his Gatorade, and lets himself get lost in the sweeping overhead shots of the beginning of the movie. He’d rather not be sick, obviously, but surrounded by his two best friends, watching an awesome movie is pretty much exactly where he wants to be.

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#cricket writes #ficlet fest #chowder #nursey #dex #my maine man #Frog Bonding #date stamp fic #omgcp #check please #atlasthemayor #the haus #bonus location Dex's basement bungalow

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callmemana · 1 year

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Whiskey Bottles & Wild Flowers: Cricket

Amanda ‘Cricket’ Pruitt was the youngest in the family and born the same year as Baylie, her sister and best friend. It was hard on Beau and Katherine having all three children under five, but they made it work. And as soon as the girls could walk and talk, trouble could always be found.

It only got crazier as the girls got older. At eleven, after TK had done it first, the girls followed his lead and hopped on a hog’s back and rode it around the barn. When they turned fourteen, the girls stood on their horse’s back for the first time, scaring the shit outta Leo. He still gets worried that Duckie and Cricket’ll fall off and break something.

Mischief was one of the girls’ favorite past times, and would recruit Leonard to join in too. The friends had lots of fun jerryrigging a sled to the back of a side by side after it rained and taking turns driving around the pastures and over hills to try to slide the passenger off, riding a horse backwards, going frog gigging at midnight (the best time if you asked them), and going to corn field parties during the summer.

As the three musketeers got into high school, relationships changed and feelings got hurt. It was mostly Leo doing dumb shit and the two idiots pinning after each other that caused the most damage. It didn’t matter though, they always made up and went back to as if nothing had happened. The first big fight that the friends had, was at Prom. It lasted for weeks before he apologized for what Macy Jensen did.

The next big fight was started because of a pact they had made the summer before senior year, agreeing to stay the whole year. Amanda only needed one class left, but it was full until the last semester of school, so she couldn’t graduate early. As for Leo and Duckie, they had taken the class the semester before and could if they wanted too. Long story short, Leo broke the pact and then got the hell outta dodge to basic for the Navy. It hurt the girls as they dreaded walking across that stage without their other friend.

After high school, Duckie and Cricket didn’t go off to college, like their parents would’ve liked, they wanted to stay to help out on the ranch. Even though both were kind of mad at Leo for leaving so abruptly, they still wrote weekly letters to him. The girls started to realize that Leo never wrote letters back to them, so they thought it was because he was busy. It shocked them to know that his family were receiving letters from him, but not his best friends.

As the years went by the letters slowly stopped being sent to Leo, it’s not like he’d ever respond anyway. When not helping around the ranch, Cricket took up bartending at the local watering hole known as Jack’s. There’s always good peoples around and great tips offered. Cricket sometimes flirt with some of the young guns if they come up to the bar, but mostly acts friendly and welcoming.

It was surprising to hear that Leo was coming home and bringing a friend. The girls, especially Cricket, didn’t expect to see him ever again. He was a big shot RIO in San Diego now, no way would he wanna come home to a sleepy town. The first day back, when he surprised his friends, Cricket was madder than a bull seeing red! How could he just mosey up to the door and walk in as if nothing had happened, like he didn’t ignore Duckie and her for years! Even as she sat on her bed, she could hear all the chatter from the kitchen.

After being told that it was actually her parents taking the letters and he’d been holding out for Cricket all these years, their friendship started back up where they left off. You could probably call it puppy love, young and sweet, innocent flirting and touches. You would think that Leo and Cricket would jump the gun and go right into a relationship, but they’d been apart for so long they wanted to learn about each other again.

Even with his fellow aviators in town and staying on the ranches, he stayed his goofy self. The pilots saw a different side of him, the easy going one, the one that’s always up for trouble. They shared stories about Leo, and so did the Wolfe’s and the Pruitt’s. It was one of the best nights that they had since Leo came home. Duckie and Cricket even met some of the greatest people, that they would form a strong bond with, Whiskey and Dragon.

While the aviators stayed, they helped around the ranches. After breakfast the second day, Leo brought down one of his cowboy hats from when he was a toddler and put it on Bradley’s head. He was the cutest little cowboy, and a big help to Cricket and Duckie. When the work day was over, Leo picked him off of the horse he rode in with Duckie and the boys headed for the barn. Later, when asked to get the men for dinner, they saw Leo teaching Bradley how to rope with a cow skull hung from the wall.

The whole week that the pilots visited, the days were always filled with laughter. Bradley spent most of his time with Duckie and Cricket, he said it was ‘to learn how to be a real cowboy’ and when Leo asked ‘then why not me?’ Little man stood straight up and said, ‘cause Uncle Leo, you been outta the game too long!’ Leo pouted pretty much all day, which made it even more funny to the others. It wasn’t all work, the adults had games and activities on slow days around the ranch. Beer, Bourbon, and Whiskey were gone by the end of the week too, which they mixed in with the fun.

The last days that the group were here, the Wolfe’s brought out the big guns, Ruth’s great grandma’s famous homemade chili with all the fixin’s. Great Grandma Thatcher liked her chili spicy, so Ruth fixed a special batch just for Bradley and anyone else who couldn’t take the heat. It was very amusing to watch as the pilots took their first bites, only to quickly swallow and chug their cold beers. Cricket always ate the chili from the not too spicy pot, knowing that she’d never finish her bowl if she couldn’t feel her mouth. Rick’s face turned red, but didn’t want to seem like a baby, so he kept eating. Cricket thinks it was to impress Duck, but by the way she was smirking, it didn’t work.

It was a couple of days later that Leo and Cricket finally said their true feelings towards each other and agreed to go on a date before he had to go back. During said date, someone had made a hurtful comment about Cricket, and Leo saw red. It ended up in a fight, that Cricket had to pull Leo out of to stop. The drive home was silent, the only noise was the radio. The next day, after going over to the Wolfe’s ranch to say sorry, she found out that the man in question had left.

Cricket stayed in bed days afterwards, heartbroken and guilty. Seeing that her daughter was sad, Katherine tried to convince Cricket to take a leap and go visit him in San Diego. After many days of nonstop pestering from her mother and Leo’s, Duckie and Cricket hopped on a plane and went to their boys. They had exchanged numbers with Dragon and Whiskey, and had gotten his off-base housing address from them.

Once they landed, they headed to their best friend’s and waited on the porch swing for him to come home. They could recognize the sound of Leo’s old Chevy truck anywhere as it came down the road and stopped in the driveway. He launched out of his truck and hugged the girls tightly. When he finally let go, he gently grabbed Cricket’s face and gave her a kiss. Leo gave Duckie one more hug before she left to go find Rick’s housing and visit him. Finally alone and not fighting again, the new couple went to dinner to officially finish their first date.

Cricket and Duckie went home after being in San Diego for two weeks, but are in constant contact with their boys and the others. Every couple of months, Duckie and Cricket hop on a plane and visit, which are some of the best weeks that the group have all together. After this pattern going on for a year, the boys finally asked Duckie and Cricket to move in with them. It was one of the best decisions they ever made, the boys got to see their women every day and anytime they wanted instead of only reuniting every couple of months, but Leo knew that the ranch needed the girls more at that time.

It had been a little over four years together and they still acted like it was puppy love. A few months earlier, they had been to Rick and Duckie’s engagement party. It was so beautiful, it’s hard to believe that Duckie didn’t like him at first. She still calls him ‘Pretty Boy,’ but now more as a pet name then anything else. Leo had acted weird that night at the engagement party, so it wasn’t as of a big surprise when Leo asked Cricket to a date night the following week. The couple went to a fancy restaurant with a dress code and Leo had been so nervous he was sweating bullets all night.

After dinner, dessert came to the table and while Cricket was distracted by her favorite sweet, which couldn’t possibly been served here, he carefully got on one knee and took her hand. Tears were already falling from her eyes as she realized what was happening, Leo swallowed a lump before saying some romantic, or as romantic as he got, speech and held the beautiful ring to her finger, waiting her answer. Cricket pulled him up and said, ‘finally you dumbass!’ Before smashing her lips to his. It was certainly a night to remember.

Leo and Cricket got married the next year back home in the Wolfe’s barn, it was a gorgeous wedding and reception, definitely a western wedding with lace and warm tones. Duckie was the Maid of Honor and the Bride’s Maids were Whiskey, Dragon, and Carole. The Best Man was of course, Rick, and the Groom’s Men were Ice, Ron, Charles. Little Bradley was also in the wedding party, being the ring bearer. He looked so adorable in his suit. After the wedding, the couple couldn’t be more thankful for that visit and all the meddling.

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chibicherryblossoms · 1 year

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"Surprise!"

Katsuki did his best to keep his birthday a secret from the class, until it ultimately failed. Now he has no idea what Ochako or the rest of the clowns have in store for him.

A Kacchako oneshot I wrote for Bakugou's birthday on Twitter last year.

Rated: G Word Count: 1,129

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Two years.

For two years Katsuki had successfully kept his secret from Class A.

It would've been three, if fucking All Might hadn't clasped him on the shoulder and uttered those seven damning words.

"Young Bakugou!" he had boasted after class one day, 3-A gathered close by. "I nearly forgot! Happy birthday!"

And that was how his entire class learned, on his 18th birthday, that he was born on April 20th.

Fuck, even Deku had kept his fucking mouth shut throughout middle and high school, knowing how much he loathed celebrating his birthday with people. And now, a year later, he's genuinely terrified of what they might've planned.

For weeks he anxiously asked Ochako what they had planned, knowing she had a large part in the party throwing committee. All he got in return was a smile, a boop on the nose, and a "You'll see!"

It's been driving him insane.

He searched his apartment for weeks trying to find any clue of his girlfriend's scheming. He saw the twinkle in her eyes, the mischievous twitch in her smile. He KNEW she was up to something, likely with the rest of the class, and it put him on edge leading up to his birthday.

On the day of, throughout his patrol, Miruko shot him amused looks but overall stayed silent. Which was for the best, because he was so wound up he was sure a single touch or wrong look would cause him to explode.

And yet… nothing happened.

He saw Deku, who discretely gave him his gift without saying a word (as Katsuki had insisted since they were kids), and even Half-and-Half, who had barely acknowledged him.

After patrol was when he was the tensest, ready for any moment for the prior Class A to emerge.

… But again, he was met with mostly solitude.

It's freaking him out. Because it meant one thing: That there's a surprise party at his apartment.

He's dreading coming home.

He took his time going to his shared apartment with Ochako. Training at the gym. Going to the grocery store. Taking the scenic route.

Until he ran out of excuses, and with a thundering heartbeat stepped at his front door.

It’s eerily silent.

Taking a stuttered deep breath, he shakily put his key into the deadlock and unlocks his door. Grasping the door handle, he takes another steadying breath and slams the door open. He blinks at the scene in front of him, completely confused but still on edge.

Based on how Ochako and the rest of the party planning committee threw parties for the class, he expected the same treatment.

Tsuyu always had hers frog themed.

Fumikage was 2000's rock music.

Even Koji was thrown surprise parties with animal themed masks, plates, and decor.

So why the fuck is his apartment empty?

Tightly gripping his grocery bag in one hand, he cautiously moves into the apartment, his eyes darting to catch any movement.

Still, nothing.

Finally, he hears a soft 'clink' in the kitchen. So that's where they are.

Taking a deep breath and poorly squashing down the sense of dread and anxiety in the pit of his stomach, he moves slowly toward the back of the shared apartment. He hears his girlfriend humming a tune, the sound growing louder and louder until he's outside the kitchen doorway. There's a tremor in his step, but he ignores it. Grasping the curtain separating the kitchen from the dining room, he rips it open–

To find Ochako in a cute apron putting the finishing touches on his favorite meal.

"Oh! Katsuki, you're home!" Ochako smiles, a bit of flour on her cheek. "I made you red curry with pork katsu! I hope it's good, I got the recipe from your mom and followed it to the 'T' but I know it might not taste the same. Oo! I also made you a spiced rum cake–"

She turns and checks the oven, but Katsuki is still staring slack-jawed. Where were the balloons? The obnoxious cheers? The stupid hat Kaminari always forced everyone to wear?

Where is everyone?

"I added a liiiiiiittle more spice than usual, but hopefully it tastes good," she hums as she takes it out of the oven and into the stove. "By the time we finish dinner, it should be cooled enough for us to eat. If you don't mind setting up the table–"

"Ochako."

She pauses and turns to Katsuki with an inquisitive expression. "Yes?"

"What–"

How the fuck did he ask this…?

"Where is everyone…?"

Ochako blinks and tilts her head in confusion. "Who?"

Katsuki waves his free hand. "Everyone! Froggy, Edgelord, Rockhead, Dunceface, Shitty Hair— I know they're here somewhere. Where the fuck are they?!"

She purses her lips in a frown. "I don't know what you mean…"

"I know you, Momo, Glasses, and Pinky planned a surprise party for me," he says between gritted teeth. "You guys were trying to find out my birthday for years so you could plan something, so where the fuck is everyone?!"

Finally, understanding dawns on her. "Oh!"

He waits for the other shoe to drop, for everyone to pop out of nowhere with the "SURPRISE!" that he's had to turn his hearing aids off for every time because it gave him bouts of anxiety.

It was due any moment now.

Instead, Ochako takes off her oven mitts and walks up to Katsuki, cupping his face with her hands. "You know how everyone has a different type of party? Different theme, different food, different games…"

Katsuki frowns but nods.

"Everyone has a different preference," she smiles softly. "And when we plan for everyone, we take that into consideration."

She leans upward and nuzzled her nose against his. "For yours, I knew you'd want solitude and quiet, so that's what was planned. No tricks, no shouting."

She leans back, adoration on her countenance. "Just you, me, your favorite food, and favorite All Might show."

After weeks of built up stress and anxiety, Katsuki finally feels himself relax. He's so grateful and in love with Ochako he could cry. With the looming fear gone, he could smell the dinner she made and his stomach growls. It smells exactly like how his mom makes it.

It makes him appreciate her even more.

He leans down and she hums in their kiss. As they break apart, he whispers against her lips, "Thank you."

Smiling against him she whispers back, "You're welcome. Happy birthday, Katsuki."

It's hands down the best birthday he's ever had.

As they're curled up together on the couch, enjoying the cake Ochako made while watching his favorite show, he admits quietly that next year, he wouldn't mind a quiet get-together for his birthday.

She smiles and tells him she'll let the committee know.

#Kacchako #Bakugou Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako #Bakugou x Uraraka #Bakugou Katsuki #Uraraka Ochako #my hero fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #fluff #sfw #Bakugou is stressed af about his birthday #Bakugou and Uraraka are pro heroes #I swear it's sweet guys #written for Bakugou's bday #Happy Birthday Bakugou #shut up I know it's February

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thewordslam · 9 months

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Some days I can go nearly an hour without thinking of the taste of your mouth. Right now, I’m at school watching teenagers fidget through a test. Outside, the sky is smoky and streets are wet and two grackles step lightly in yellow grass.

Two weeks ago in Atlantic City I stood on the boardwalk and looked out across the water – the railing was cool, broken shells dappled the beach – I had been playing the slot machines and lost all but a dollar. I tried to picture you in Paris, learning the sound of your new country where, at that moment, it was already night.

I thought maybe you’d be out walking with the street lights glossing your lips, with your eyes deep as this field of water. Maybe someone was looking at you as you paused under the awning of a bakery where the smell of newly risen bread buttered the air.

I remember those suede boots you wore to the party last December, your clipped hair, your long arms like the necks of swans. I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain.

Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go. We went to a movie once – I think it was “The Dead” – and near the end a woman told a story about a boy who used to sing: how, at 17, she loved him, how that same year he died. She remembered late one night looking out to the garden and he was there calling her with only the slow sound in his eyes.

Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back until on a silver afternoon like this you find yourself breathing just enough to make a small dent in the air.

Just now a student, an ivory-colored girl whose nose crinkles when she laughs, asked me if she could “go to the bathroom,” and suddenly I knew I was old enough to never ask that question again.

When I look back across my life, I always see the schoolyard – monkey-bars, gray asphalt, and one huge tree – where I played the summer days into rags. I didn’t love anybody yet, except maybe my parents who I loved mainly when they left me alone. I used to have wet dreams about a girl named Diane. She was a little older than me. I wanted to kiss her so bad that just walking past her house I would trip over nothing but the chance that she’d be on the porch. Sometimes she’d wear these cut-off jeans, and a scar shaped like an acorn shone above her knee. In some dreams I would barely touch it, then explode. Once

in real life, at a party on Sharpnack Street I asked her to dance a slow one with me. The Delfonics were singing I’ll never hear the bells and, scared nearly blind, I pulled her into the sleepy rhythm where my body tried to explain. But half-a-minute deep into the song she broke my nervous grip and walked away – she could tell I didn’t know what to do with my feet. I wonder where she is now, and all those people who saw me standing there with the music filling my hands.

Woman, I miss you, and some afternoons it’s all right. I think of that lemon drink you used to make and the stories – about your grandmother, about the bees that covered your house in Africa, the nights of gunfire, and the massing of giant frogs in the rain. I think about the first time I put my arm around your shoulder. I think of couscous and white tuna, that one lamp blinking on and off by itself, and those plums that would brood for days on the kitchen counter.

I remember holding you against the sink, with the sun soaking the window, the soft call of your hips, and the intricate flickers of thought chiming your eyes. Your mouth, like a Saturday. I remember your long thighs, how they opened on the sofa, and the pulse of your cry when you came, and sometimes I miss you the way someone drowning remembers the air.

I think about these students in class this afternoon, itching through this hour, their bodies new to puberty, their brains streaked with grammar – probably none of them in love, how they listen to my voice and believe my steady, adult face, how they wish the school day would hurry past, so they could start spending their free time again, how none of them really understands what the clock is always teaching about the way things disappear.

“Slow Dance” by Tim Seibles

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sunshine-and-wanderlust · 11 months

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chaos or quiet

Most people crave quiet. Truth be told, I am not one of those people. I've always been one that preferred the loud that is chaos. I found more peace in chaos than I ever did in silence. I love the loud chaotic family holidays, where you see your cousins you haven't seen in since the last reunion, yet your relationship is the same as ever. The Friday night football games in your hometown, cheering as the star quarterback, who's your sister's boyfriend, throws the winning touchdown. The busy sound of the kitchen in the restaurant that your parents own, and that you help out at from time to time. That is the peace I prefer. I find the quiet unsettling, hearing every snap of the twigs in the woods behind you. The crickets and frogs by the pond, mixing with the sound of something moving in its waters. In the distance, hearing your neighbor tell his 8 year-old son he'll never be good enough. Theses things you would never hear in the chaos, these are the things you hear in the silence. In a way, the chaos is like blinders, protecting you from the things the quiet shows, the chaos protects you from all that is wrong with the world. It is in these ways that the chaos can be bad, it is these ways that chaos is not good and won't help you, the chaos cannot bring you peace in these moments. The moments the quiet reveals the truth are the moments that most people choose not to listen. The quiet moment when everyone sees the bruises covering the 8 year-old's body, but no one does anything for the boy, they let him suffer in the quiet. The snap in the woods is that man that's been following you for weeks, and he's about to strike, but in the silence you tell yourself that it's an animal or your imagination. The sound of something in the water is that person being dragged under again and again but having no time to call for help.If you desire to surround yourself with silence, at least know what each silence sounds like, and be prepared for what the silence will bring.

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squishmallow36 · 2 years

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Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Fifty-four

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What does gay mean? Lex’s voice echoes through my head.

Lex is absolutely going to tell Rex and Bex.

And Bex will tell everyone that will listen, and scream it at those that won’t.

Τhat’ll start up an exponential reaction of people who know, and I don’t care so much about myself but that much attention is going to reflect on Fitz and that will not happen on my watch.

I attempt to sound like I’m not panicking and say, “Come in here and close the door if you want me to tell you anything.”

Lex does as I ask, surprisingly.

“Anything that you heard while eavesdropping will not be shared with Bex, Rex, or any other random person you find, and if it somehow reaches them, you will be subjecting yourself to the worst elixirs I can manage to make. Do you understand me?”

“Stars above, calm down.”

I glare at Lex, hoping to manifest as a telepath so I can send the message to be sincere or no answers will be given.

“Oh, you’re serious. Fine.”

“Thank you,” I huff. “Now, to answer your question, gay, in a broad sense, is a human term to describe when a boy likes another boy or a girl likes another girl. That’s really simplified but we’re learning the basics here.”

“So you like boys?” Lex asks.

I nod slowly.

“Hm. Cool. Do you have a favourite Disney prince?”

I am way too prepared for this question, and I don’t even hesitate before answering, “Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid, followed closely by Li Shang from Mulan, while not technically a prince, he’s still hot.”

Lex giggles and I snap, “What?”

“You were so freaking ready for that question.”

“What else am I supposed to watch during a Disney movie?” I demand, hands on my hips.

“The plot?”

“Who can focus on that when Shang’s is shirtless right freaking over there?”

Lex smiles. “Do you realize you’re going out of your mind over a cartoon character?”

“You started it,” I remind.

“You were fully prepared for the question.”

“That’s not my fault. I’m too gay to be normal.” And apparently I’ve lost all forms of mental filter too.

Lex laughs. “I feel like you had that excuse also prepared.”

“You can’t prove otherwise. What evidence do you have?”

“That just makes you sound guilty.”

“You’ve used that same exact excuse like a dozen times!” I argue.

“When? Give me one example.”

I start listing things on my fingers. “When you almost burnt the kitchen down last week, when you broke the ice pegasus that somehow beat the record of shortest lived sculpture at a lengthy three-point-six minutes, and, yes I timed it. And then there’s when you and Bex teamed up to make fun of Rex for liking I-forgot-her-name. Need I say more? Because those were all within the last two weeks.”

“I’m pretty sure those first two were Rex.”

“Don’t give me that. I know which one of you is which. And, anyway, he has his own list of examples.”

Lex looks visibly excited and I add, “I’m not telling you.”

“Oh no. Maybe I’ll go tell Bex about your little secret then.”

“Fine. It’s not worth that much.”

I recount as many things as I possibly can regarding Rex and Bex that Lex won’t know, like how Bex still sleeps with her snowman stuffed animal named Manny despite denying anything remotely related, but my voice cracks when I remember.

Rex is talentless.

I haven’t thought that in...I don’t know how long.

Stars.

Lex interrupts my spiraling, guilt-filled thoughts. “You’re not telling me something.”

“Haven’t I already given you enough blackmail?” I ask, desperately.

Lex senses that and replies, “But I want this one.”

“Well, maybe, you don’t get it.”

“Need I remind you that I am both willing and able to tell everyone you’re gay?”

“No, you do not need to remind me. I am fully aware of that. And you are still not getting this particular bit of information. Bex and Rex don’t even know it so it won’t be very beneficial to you.”

“But it’ll be beneficial to use against you.”

“Why would I willingly tell you something after you say that?”

Lex looks at me suspiciously, and I glare back.

“I’m not changing my decision.”

“Okay. Screw yourself over then. See if I care.”

I sigh. “Whatever. I’m too gay for this crap. See you again the next time I go hunt for food.”

“See you.” Lex leaves without fanfare and I start counting seconds because I know someone’s going to storm through my door within the next minute.

I get to fourteen before Lex turns around on the stairs and asks, “How’d you know?” head sticking through the barely-open door.

“Get in here, close the door, and I’ll tell you,” I reply.

“It won’t dampen the sound.”

“Fine then. It makes no difference to me whether or not you get an answer.”

Lex glares at me like I’m the one that’s requesting personal information, but does as I ask. For the second time today.

I don’t think that’s happened in the history of ever. I’ve probably caused yet another elf to start questioning.

At this rate, everyone’s gonna be queer within the next, like, two years.

The doorknob clicks and I start debating whether or not to fabricate a mostly-true story.

I’ve already used the Disney princes so I won’t use that but...Percy Jackson could work...plus some long drawn-out ramble about Nico and how we found out that he liked Percy and that made me realize...nah that seems fake.

I already have a limited number of stories I can make up and the triplets are uniquely skilled at sensing when I’m hiding something.

“This involves an actual person and for the interest of my own sanity, I will not be giving you a name. Understand?”

“I guess. It’s not like I don’t already know who you like.”

Crap. Who doesn’t know at this point?

“And you will not be telling him if you want an answer to your question.”

“Fine.”

Okay how do I start. While also not giving up any details that Lex can use to confirm that I’m very gay for Fitz.

“I guess it starts on my first day of Foxfire like...five? years ago. Has it really been that long? Wow. Anyway, I realized that I liked someone but blocked that whole thing until like...two-and-a-half-ish months ago. That figure is familiar because that’s the one I gave to Mom and Dad and I know you somehow eavesdropped on every single word through that door.’

“I’m not a Vanisher if that’s what you’re implying.”

I sigh. “How do I words? So...one day I came home and headed up to my room like usual. But instead of collapsing into my bed like I wanted, I found someone--”

“Cough cough Wonderboy cough cough.”

Shut up.

“--Stealing one of my tunics and I basically thought ‘oh stars I’m gay.’ I mean, at that time, I didn’t know if I was gay or bi or whatever but what I did know is that I’m very not straight.”

“...oh.”

“That was probably entirely unhelpful if someone’s questioning.”

Too loud and too fast, Lex snaps, “No I’m not.”

I tilt my head, challenging. “Oh, really?”

“Yes. So can you just drop it?”

“I can. But maybe you should’ve thought of that before you eavesdropped on me.”

Lex stomps away, but I launch myself across my bed to lock the door with the system I designed for Tam. It doesn’t open and close on its own but I’m working on it.

“I don’t think so.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to talk about the gay things you’re thinking.”

“And why do you think you’re entitled to that?”

“Because I’m pretty sure you’re going to ignore it until you don’t have a choice and that’s when you’re gonna have a gay existential crisis.”

“That’s a problem for future Lex.”

“Or it could be a problem for present Lex.”

Lex just glares at me.

I try, “I just spilled all of the gay tea for you. Talk to me.”

I lean forward, resting my chin in my hands.

Lex sits on the very edge of my bed nervously. “When you came out to Mom and Dad, it made a lot of sense. You’ve been eyeing Fitz for weeks and it just...it explained a lot. But it also raises a ton of questions.”

Lex sighs aggressively. “I don’t even know what’s going on or where to start but…”

“It definitely isn’t straight?” I supply.

“I don’t even know that much. It’s not like I’ve liked anyone before so it’s a little hard to draw a conclusion.”

I pull out my Imparter, saying, “There are a bunch of aro- and ace-spec identities out there, I’m going to go ahead and send you a link to one of my usual resources for learning about these things. That doesn’t mean that you can’t like someone in the future, but you should at least have somewhere to start.”

“Or I could just watch more Disney movies. Find myself a Disney prince to go insane over.”

I smile. “That...could also work. But still look into the thing I sent you.”

“Anything else you want or can I leave now?”

“I’ll release you, dude. Just try not to break anything for the next five minutes at least.”

I start to reach to unlock the door, but Lex’s subtle flinch makes my hand hesitate.

Wait a second…maybe.

It’s worth a shot. We’ve already gone everywhere else.

I might as well send a link directly there too.

I open the link I sent Lex and take a screenshot of a page I think will be a good starting point. Maybe it’ll actually be read then.

Lex is staring at me, probably thinking I’m texting Fitz with no evidence and waiting for me to unlock the door, and I mutter, “One second…”

It sends, and Lex reads the screenshot, eyes flicking over it a few times to make sense of it before looking at me, baffled.

I silently reach over and unlock the door.

I raise an eyebrow, asking while not wanting to use words.

“How the…what the….” Lex whispers.

I have to tamp down a smirk, knowing I’ve found something right.

Lex hesitates before nodding slightly, as if afraid to admit that, for once, I’m not completely incorrect.

“I’ll let you go explore the internet on your own but I’m here if you need to talk through anything. Let me know if you change up your pronouns, whether you’ve decided to claim them or you’re trying them out.”

Lex just looks at me, confused.

“Transliteration from English to Enlightened is difficult but either I can’t read, my translation algorithm doesn’t work, or some human use pronouns other than she/her or he/him. I’m not an expert and I won’t claim to be even close to one, but I know a good chunk use they/them because English doesn’t have a gender neutral singular pronoun. These limitations on language have led to the creation of a ton of neopronouns.”

“Neopronouns?”

“This is where translation gets extra funny. A couple that come to mind are ae/aer, ze/hir, xe/xem, it/its, and I could keep going for a while. There are also nounself pronouns like pro/noun and pum/kin and then there’s emojiself pronouns that I can’t pronounce to give you an example. Emojis are all of the different little pictures that can be sent through, like, text. I probably missed something, though, ‘cause this is a bit of a complicated subject.”

“That’s the nice way of saying it’s a pile of burning garbage but basically anything can be a pronoun.”

I smile unwillingly. “It’s not that bad, but it’s definitely messy. The screenshot’s website isn’t the best for providing a comprehensive list and I haven’t done nearly enough research to give you a good one. But assuming you manage to find a pronoun set you sorta like but aren’t one hundred percent, I coded up a pronoun checker because I’m both crazy and have too much free time.”

Lex just looks at me, waiting for an explanation.

“It’s a program, in this case a repl.it project because it’s a website where you can release a program into the wild of the internet without having to make a website because spending eternity in Exile is preferable to writing HTML. Anyway, you can input a pronoun set you want to try, and it will substitute the pronouns in a preset sentence to the ones you want, so you can see if it vibes.”

“Is that a technical term?”

“Absolutely. It’s also not that inaccurate, from what I’ve seen.”

“Okay...I think I’m going to actually run away now. Text me if you need anything else.”

“Like there’s any doubt I’ll text you at three in the morning tonight.” I smirk.

Lex leaves, and I can definitely tell the screaming downstairs gets louder immediately, and something gets broken within the first minute. I don’t ask.

I count to one hundred before texting Fitz all of the relevant details, including how Lex knows everything so he better be prepared for this entire closet we’ve built to implode at any moment.

He doesn’t respond for a little over an hour, and I assume Keefe’s being difficult.

When he finally does, he says, I’m glad everything went well :), and then, a few seconds later, You mind if I hide at your house if my parents find out? I doubt they’ll be as understanding as yours.

That makes two of us. Your Dad seems like he’d be the type to throw a hissy fit if you were a Bad Match.

My exact reasoning.

I wait a few seconds before saying, I should probably get to work. I’ve already lost a few hours today and I doubt Gisela’s going to appreciate that. I hope her devil spawn is behaving for you.

He’s most certainly not but ttyl.

Ttyl :).

I lean back and take a breath, before sitting at my desk to find something helpful to do.

I lose myself cleaning up some previously written code--which just means breaking it and trying to fix it to remove like two lines--and commenting what each function does for future Dex’s benefit so he doesn’t have to figure out what past Dex was thinking.

Well, past Dex wasn’t thinking. And he didn’t give me so much as the courtesy of commenting on anything. So it’s kind of difficult to tell what he did.

After a few hours of wading through dense, messy code, I check my Imparter as more of a method of procrastination than anything else, and I notice a text from Lex that makes me smile.

Dexter. I probably shouldn’t put this into written form but I refuse to go upstairs and speak to you again this week. I’ve done a bit of research and I’ve got a question.

Sorry I didn’t respond earlier. Got distracted. What’s your question? I ask.

Lex responds immediately, Can someone have more than one set of pronouns? I tried Google but I don’t trust that.

Absolutely. Have as many or as few pronouns as you want.

Okay. I’m kind of liking they/them but idk if it’s because they’re new or actually feel right.

Cool. If you want to stick with he/they until you’ve figured out more, that works too. But I’ll update my mental dictionary. Keep me updated if you add/subtract sets from your hoard.

He/they works. If you tell Rex or Bex, I won’t hesitate to tell them about your secret, they warn.

I am very aware of that fact. You’ve brought it up like seven times already.

Just had to make sure you wouldn’t forget.

Don’t worry. My brain likes holding on to things like that.

I hear something shatter downstairs, and I sigh before waddling back to the Leapmaster so I can work on something sort of productive at Widgetmoor.

#kotlc #detz #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #kotlc fanfic

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