#too much fun painting fabric folds.. if you look closely you can see the basis of faces though behind the cloth; but only the vague shapes

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Twelve: A Red Blanket ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Tenkai, Uchiha Chikyū ] [ SasuHina, pregnancy ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

It was a baby shower gift at the beginning. A soft, velvety blanket of a muted red - not too bright, but not too dull. No pattern, no fancy stitching. Just something for the newborn Uchiha when the day would finally arrive.

Hinata, still a ways off from meeting her firstborn upon receiving it, had cooed in appreciation. First blankets, first toys, first clothes: all were important milestones and things children tended to cling to for many of the first years of their lives. She herself had received a little plush bunny on the day of her birth from her aunt she’d kept for years and years, only retiring it once the threads had run too bare and its stuffing was nearly more outside than in. So Hinata knew well how much a first gift could mean.

“This is perfect! I’m sure they’ll love it,” she’d offered with a smile. Red, of course, was an infamous color for the clan she found herself married into, no matter how small. Most of the things gifted that day followed the Uchiha color scheme.

How funny she thought it would be if their first child ended up taking after her side of things.

Sasuke, however, was certain long before the birth that not only would they be Uchiha genetically (or in simpler terms, be born with the ability to awaken the Sharingan), but they would also be a boy.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Just call it a fatherly instinct. I really can’t claim more than that. After all, my parents had two boys.”

Hinata just laughed. “And mine two girls! I’m not sure you have much of a basis for this besides wanting an Uchiha boy.”

“Can you blame me”

“...no.” Of course she’d understood. Having a son with his kekkei genkai would mean Sasuke’s lineage could carry on, in both genes and in name. His dreams of bringing the clan back to its former glory and population had, by then, long faded. And part of him claimed he’d rather see them slip peacefully into memory. But even he couldn’t deny not wanting to be the last.

Of course, their child had cousins. But all, due to the lack of people, were half blood Uchiha. Sooner or later, without significant inbreeding, the Uchiha would - as Sasuke wanted - quietly go into the night as their blood thinned.

Part of it made Hinata sad, but...considering the clan’s long and bloody history...she could also understand.

And the day she finally went into labor that August, she had to wonder if Sasuke really was able to read minds. The baby, once free, was declared a boy. And upon opening his eyes, twin dark irises peeked out.

Not a sure sign, but...well, there’d never been a Hyūga with dark eyes before.

“Remind me never to bet against you in anything,” she’d murmured, tone exhausted. “Not that I would, but...clearly you have eyes even I can’t beat…”

Sasuke had simply snorted, looking to his new little family with a myriad of emotions flickering across his face like sped-through TV channels. “...should we start taking wagers on number two?”

“You want to talk about number two now...with me fresh out of labor?”

“...maybe later, then.”

Once mother and baby were permitted to go home, Hinata settled their son - named Tenkai, for the earth - in his new crib, along his new red blanket.

“There...that’s just for you,” she’d murmured, stroking a finger along his cheek. Already a tuft of dark hair was untamed atop his head.

Just like his father.

And so began the tradition of Tenkai sleeping with his blanket. Wherever he went, the blanket had to go, too. It was his play rug in the sitting room, his swaddle when carried around the house, the thing he slept upon for naps and at night, and the belonging he most obviously became attached to.

Whenever Hinata had to wash it...it was a warzone. He’d cry and cry until reunited, appeased with the soft plushness freshly warm from the dryer whenever it was returned. Once he was old enough to comprehend the need, he’d sit in front of the washer and watch it turn until he could finally have it back.

His sister, Chikyū, was more like their mother: in both appearance, and her choice of object. She had a plush lamb that was her constant companion. Not a very talkative or social child, she instead preferred to mime with her toys, and little lambie was her favorite. She’d mostly leave her brother to his blanket, but...well, there were times when it would be fought over. Though Tenkai was, as a bit older, more mature and inclined to share...Chikyū was of the mind to simply...take.

And thus came the first scar: a tear along a corner from a rather heated tug-of-war.

Tenkai had been devastated.

Hinata had immediately began emergency surgery, finding thread a close color in her sewing kit and doing up the rip by hand. Tenkai had sat tearfully nearby while his sister sulked guiltily in the next room.

“There we go...right as rain,” Hinata announced once finished, handing it over and watching her son quickly cling to the fabric. “Now...we’ve surely learned an important lesson today, haven’t we Chikyū…?”

Making her way back in, the girl had just somberly nodded.

From there...the occasional accident would happen. It once got caught in a shut door as Tenkai was walking, and another split nearly tore it in half. Various spills - drinks, food, paint - would sully it, and some leaving stains Hinata did her darndest to remove...and yet even she couldn’t always work miracles.

And then came the fateful day when Tenkai claimed he didn’t need it anymore.

“Are you sure…?”

“Yeah...I’m sure,” he’d offered softly.

Hinata looked to her son with a hint of worry. “...did someone make fun of you for it? You know you don’t have to listen to anyone else if it makes you happy.”

“No, kāchan. I’m just getting too old for a blankie, okay?”

“...okay. I’ll put it away for you, all right?” She gave him a warm smile. “Someday, you might change your mind...or at least want to remember.”

He hadn’t replied, just handing over the rather battle-worn blanket before taking his leave.

Looking over the hardy fabric, Hinata just smiled to herself. It had had a long, tough life...so maybe a little retirement would be well-earned. Rips, stains, and patch jobs...all in all, it looked pretty sad.

So, she folded it into a neat little square, tucking it up into the back of Tenkai’s closet. Someday, she knew, he’d remember it.

Just like the little bunny plush she kept in a drawer in her and Sasuke’s room.

But until then, it would wait here diligently, filled with all the memories of a little boy who loved it.

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     Sorry this is so short, but...guh, had a long day, and my head is killing me, but darn it I wanted to get this done @~@      Just some random fam jam fluff, really...I wanted to write more but I'm lucky I got as far as I got OTL      Anyway, I'm gonna go try to sleep this off. Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha tenkai #uchiha chikyū #pregnancy // #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ] #365daysofsasuhina

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*Halloween* Scream And Shout. (Frank Iero x Reader)

Request: a user on Wattpad: ‘hi! this is probably really late, but could you an imagine of prompt 6, 16 and 22 mixed together with frank (if that’s too much, you can just choose any of the three :D) like it’s after school, and it’s like a grey day and the reader goes with frank in a graveyard, telling scary stories and shit, and ending up scaring themselves shitless in the place. Oh, maybe you could make them go ghost hunting and stuff! gosh, is that too big? hope it’s not too late’

Prompt 6: Glum/grey days

Prompt 16: Graveyard

Prompt 22: Scary stories

Note: I left out the ghost-hunting bit; I hope you don’t mind. x

“Hey, beautiful,” Frank smirked, smoothly sliding up to your locker and leaning against it in an attempt to look seductive.

“Hi, dork,” you retorted, reaching out to ruffle his matted black hair as you closed the locker door.

Frank scowled as he swatted your hand away and tried as best he could to tame his hair, leaving you sniggering as you slung your backpack over your shoulder. After he fixed his hair, he smiled and pulled you closer, leaning in to kiss you; you hastily shoved him away.

“We’ve got eyes on us,” you explained upon seeing his confused expression, and cocked your head slightly down the hallway – in the direction of Mrs Davids’ penetrative gaze. She was standing outside her office, legs shoulder-width apart and arms folded as two of her nauseatingly orange-painted fingernails tapped impatiently on her bicep, a glare on her face. Everything about her demeanour indicated that she was waiting for the two of you to show some PDA so that she could call you into her office and lecture you about it.

This woman was the bane of both of your existences; she would constantly go out of her way to try and catch the two of you, even if you weren’t doing anything. She once called your parents just to tell them that she caught the two of you holding hands. It was as if she had nothing better to do with her life than try and sabotage your relationship. Frank says it’s because she’s secretly in love with the both of you and is bitter because she can’t have you.

Her attempts to break you up never bothered the two of you – she’s just a batshit crazy, menopausal woman – and you never changed the way you and Frank interacted with one another, but you tried to avoid kissing and touching when she was around; getting called into her office on a regular basis is incredibly annoying.

Frank rolled his eyes before turning around and blowing a kiss at the glowering teacher, who in turn pursed her lips and turned up her nose, before turning on her heel and stomping off to wherever.

“Bunk this period with me?” Frank pleaded, brushing your hair out of your face and cupping your cheek.

You laughed. “Right. Don’t you remember what happened last time? We had to hide out in the prop room in the auditorium because Davids patrolled the entire campus in search of us.”

“Yeah, but this time we won’t be on campus.”

“What are you talking about, Frankie?” you sighed, shifting your backpack.

“There’s this graveyard back on Turner Street. It’s very secluded and hardly anyone’s ever there, so I thought we could go there and…” he bit his lip and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which made you wheeze in amusement.

“Nice one, Iero,” you shook your head at your boyfriend, who gave you one of his signature adorable closed-mouth smiles. “But no.”

“Oh, come on,” he whined, slouching down in annoyance. “It’ll be fun. ‘Sides,” he shrugged, reaching forward to grab the English notebook from your grasp, “it’s last period and you have English. No one will notice if we’re gone.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you contemplated your choice. Frank was right; if you didn’t show up to English, the old Mr Petersen probably wouldn’t notice and if he did, he wouldn’t question anyone about it – he was too much of a sweetheart for that. But Frank’s teachers were another thing.

“Won’t Mrs Naysmith go all insane if you’re not in class?” you questioned.

“Already told her that I need to leave early for a doctor’s appointment,” he beamed proudly, extracting a forged doctor’s note from the pocket of his leather jacket, holding it up to show you.

With a sigh and one final glance around the slowly emptying hallway, you nodded.

“Okay,” you gave in, bringing a huge smile to Frank’s face, “But we need to move quickly.”

“Way ahead of ya,” he responded as he scooped you up bridal style before dashing out of the exit and to his car, your echoing giggles drifting behind.

~

You deepened the kiss as Frank’s hands crept up the side of your abdomen, carefully lifting up the fabric of your shirt, and when he traced his fingertips in light circles on your skin, you involuntarily let out a tiny moan, making him smile against your lips.

He pulled away so that you could get some air and focused his mouth on your neck instead, while his fingers continued caressing you. He nibbled on your sweet spot as he let his hands trail higher, all the way up until he was squeezing your chest.

“Frank,” you moaned breathily, touching your palm to his chest and half-heartedly pushing him away, “stop it. I am not having sex in a graveyard.”

He sighed, kissing you once more before climbing off of you and tucking your hair behind your air as he brushed away the tiny flecks of dirt on your face. “What do you wanna do?”

You shrugged, twirling your fingers in his hair. “I dunno. Tell me a story.”

“A scary one?”

You thought for a minute before nodding. “Yeah. Why not? It’s almost Halloween, we’re in a graveyard, and this weather,” you looked up at the ominous grey clouds floating in the sky, and shivered as a breeze blew, prompting Frank to drape his jacket over you, “practically screams ‘horror movie’.”

“Okay. I’m gonna tell you a scary story,” he shifted so that he was sitting comfortably, “The scariest story of them all. A story so scary, that it freaks me out just thinking about it.”

You leaned in and raised your eyebrows, intrigued.

“One day,” he started, “a guy convinced his girlfriend to bunk the last period of school and go to a graveyard with him. She agreed, and the guy got all excited, thinking that they could have some alone time – which they hardly ever get. But when they got there, and started making out, the girl was like-“

He shut up once you threw a small pebble at his head. “I meant a real scary story, assbutt.”

“Believe me, it’s very scary for me,” he sassed, rubbing the sore spot on his head. “Hey, how about we play a game? We each try to come up with the shortest, scariest story we can.”

“Oooo,” you marvelled, “I like that idea!”

“Okay, I’ll go first,” he cleared his throat, “The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long, rotting nails into my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.”

“Pfft,” you chuckled, “Lame.”

Frank frowned, folding his arms. “Let’s hear yours, then.”

“After a hard day at work, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening: seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.”

“That’s just straight up twisted,” Frank shuddered, “But anyway… I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window… until I heard it come from the mirror again.”

“I walked into the bathroom one night and looked at myself in the mirror. Only one of us walked out.”

“As I was stumbling in the night to get to the bathroom, I felt my dog brush against my leg. But then I heard my dog barking at something else downstairs.”

This back and forth of scary stories carried on for the next hour or so, getting more and more unsettling and frightening after each one. Both you and Frank had become scared beyond belief, but neither one of you wanted to stop – you both wanted your story to be the final one. It had gotten darker, and the graveyard was eerily silent, other than your voices. The atmosphere was astonishingly creepy, but despite this, you didn’t stop.

Not at your own accord.

“My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help,” Frank said. This one freaked you out so much, you went quiet for a little bit.

That’s when you heard the screaming.

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Thank you for reading x

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