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Fluffy July Alt 3: Sharing Headphones
“Share?” Leo prompted mildly, inaudible over Donnie’s late-night playlist; he just happened to read his twin’s lips momentarily in his peripheral. With insomnia hitting him this hard, a one-syllable request was all Leo could muster.
It served its purpose regardless. Prying out an earbud, Don passed it along with the nearest shammy cloth. “Wipe it clean when you’re done. If a few loose brain cells leak out through your tympana to contaminate my tech, I don’t want to know,” he announced wryly.
The small snort of feigned offense he earned for that one was worth listening at half the volume.
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🧸 ushijima x reader, some fluff basically, him being him, sharing headphones, not fully finished but yk yolo
You loved the route back home.
It’s a tricky one to find, hidden behind clusters of large trees and bushes, almost hidden away from the public eye. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you found it, but you just remember swatting at the scratchy branches and peering over the makeshift wooden bridge in front of you. The sun always leaks through the leaves, kaleidoscopic patterns of gold on your head, your shoulders, your bike as you trudge past. It’s a short path, not exactly a shortcut, but it’s quiet. Hidden away from the main highway by your school. Nice and tucked away.
Dirty, busted up converses dig into the soil as you balance on the bridge, hands clutching the handles of your bike. Slow and measured steps. The fall below isn’t bad, you think. Maybe five foot. Your eyes stayed glued on the wooden beams, inhaling sharply as you make your way to the end, the buzz of cicadas filling the silence.
You hated them. Their merlot red eyes, beady and vehement. You can’t count how many nightmares you’ve had imagining their webbed wings fluttering in your face, all up in your hair, making a home for themselves.
He was never scared though. Never.
“Are you close?”
You turn your head a bit, your cheek brushing against the windbreaker collar. “Yeah, yeah…”
An almost ghostly smile tugs at the corner of Ushijima’s lip, and he nods, expectantly, his own hands on his bike. You inhale. He knew you were scared. Hell, of course you were, every single damn time. But you didn’t want him knowing that.
You take another step, a groan under your weight. Eyes widen.
“You’re fine. It was my bike.”
“Ushi,” You warn weakly and swear the bark beneath you shivers the same when he chuckles, full and baritone. He takes a few steps closer, the whirr of his bike chain accenting the buzz.
“I don’t understand why you take this path if you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared.” You reply hastily, brows furrowed. Ushijima hums, oakmoss eyes narrowing a tad. “It’s just… Not stable..”
“We can always turn around.” He offered quietly, his own eyes studying the trees towering above you both. “What if you fall?”
Jeez, way to stress a girl out. “I won’t. I’ve been doing this for a while.”
Ushijima hums, but says nothing. You were adamant on showing him your secret path to and from school. He didn’t get it. Why didn’t you just take the normal path, like him and Tendou? What was wrong with biking down the road? It had to be safer than crossing a gnarly bridge.
Determinedly, you shove that ugly feeling of embarrassment down and push past, converse against oak, bike wheeling beside you. You make sure to note how the wood beneath you looks so similar to his eyes.
“Isn’t it pretty, though?” You muse as soon as you finally cross the bridge, onto a patch of grass near an opening of brambles. Ushijima wasn’t opposed to nature, although he didn’t particularly like the bees or butterflies, like Tendou or you did. Bristling, the man takes another calm step down the bridge, eyes drawing from the trees, the oak, the buzzing of cicadas.
“You risk your life everyday because it’s… pretty?”
You scoff playfully, your bright eyes on him, lips tugging into a smile. God. His heart races picks up a little, fingers flexing against the handlebars. Ushijima isn’t a man of cheap pleasures, but when your lips tug into a cathartic grin, he has no choice to slip.
“You’re so dramatic, Toshi. I’m not gonna die. It’s a five feet drop.”
“You are small. You could easily injure your ankle. Or fall into some poisonous nettles.” Ushijima grunts, giving the bridge a wary look but still continuing calmly to steer his bike over to you. You raise a brow.
“I’m a big girl, I think I can handle it.”
Ever so stubborn. A deep sigh leaves his lungs and he easily steps over the rock in the way, his bike effortlessly gliding to you. Your eyes meet his and you grin.
“So? What’dya think?”
It’s a path, hidden in the woods, away from everyone. Someone could chase you in here and nobody would know. A poorly crafted bridge. Cicadas swarming everywhere. It wasn’t even safe, not for someone like you, who could easily slip and fall. Ushijima rolls his jaw subtly, umber eyes on your expectant smile.
“It’s… nice.”
“What? Just nice? It’s so pretty! Look, they’ve even got a small lake down there!” You point below the bridge, a cool blue catching his eye.
“If you drank that, you could possibly catch som—“
“Why the hell would I drink— Okay, big guy, let’s head out.” Shaking your head with a smile, you hum and pull yourself out onto the pavement. Ushijima follows suit, and hides his frustration as best as he could. Why didn’t you just listen?
Your hands dig into your school blazer pocket and you fish out your jumbled up earphones and your small phone. Ushijima sighs.
“Wha happened to your phone case?”
You blink, pausing to lean the bike against the bus stop wall as you stick the headphone jack in. “Oh, it just got all yellow, I need a new one.”
“You’ll end up cracking it.”
You shake your head, smiling, tilting your phone in his face. “Nah, look! Not a single scratch.”
The man bristles and steers his bike beside yours, crossing his arms, neutral expression as he watches you scroll on your phone. You had so many apps, the brightly coloured widgets making his eyes hurt.
“Wanna listen?” As always, you offer him an earbud. He takes the small white bud and hums, putting in his ear. Before opening his mouth to complain about the ear-bleeding level of volume, your smile catches him off guard.
He loves watching you listen to music. Maybe because you’re so visceral about it, head bobbing up and down ever so slightly, wide eyed and smiling slightly as you listen to whatever K-POP lyrics filled both your ears. Mouthing the lyrics, nose scrunched up. So silly, out in front of everyone. And yet his heart thuds.
“I like this one… Though I’m not sure about the beat.. Here, you pick,” You ramble and thrust the phone in his direction and he grunts.
“You don’t like my music.”
A shrug. “So? I like you.”
His breath hitched. How did you just admit that so freely with a stupid grin? He shakes his head, dark hair falling into his eyes, the phone comically small in his grasp. He scrolls down your playlist.
“Do you think you’d ever win a fight against a bear? Like really?” Your genuine tone catches him off guard as his fingers tap on the Study playlist he made for you. Ushijima huffs, brows narrowing.
“Where did that come from?”
You shrug again, shuffling up onto your bike seat, leaning against it. Ushijima hopes you don’t fall off of it like last time so instinctively, his strong arm holds your bike firmly. “Just wondering, ya know? I feel like I could take one on.”
“Impossible. I suppose it depends on the bear.” He says begrudgingly, tucking your phone into his pocket, stepping in closer so the wires didn’t came apart. “But I doubt that will matter if it’s you.”
“The heck is that supposed to mean, Toshi?”
Ushijima sighs again, barely. “A bear hit could fracture you easily. They’re much larger and stronger than you are, you couldn’t simply outrun them.”
“If I had my bike?” You point out. Ushijima makes a mental note to not let you walk down that path on your own.
“No. They’re fast creatures. Up to 30 to 40 miles per hour.”
“How the hell do you know that?” You frown at your boyfriend. Ushijima doesn’t elaborate, simply explaining with narrowed brows.
“You would easily be mauled and killed, a human your size and with your stamina. Grizzly bears can overpower humans easily. So no, you couldn’t, not even with a weapon.
“That’s — I could shoot it in the face!” Outraged slightly, you gesture a gun. “Or maybe I can fight with it until it becomes tired.”
To your surprise, Ushijima flicks your forehead.
“No. There is no chance. Statistically speaking. Unless you know how to use a knife properly, which we know you can’t.”
Your shoulders falter at his words and you sigh, rolling your eyes and fishing out your phone out of his pocket with a small ‘sure buddy.’ Ushijima bristles, gaze flickering to your face. A beat of silence passes.
“Maybe a cub.”
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Papyton Week Day 6 & 7: Music & Smooch
"A little bit less than we might like/ I know this ain't heaven/ It's close enough for me" ~ Tim Curry, "Something Short of Paradise"
Where Papyrus looks for order in a world full of chaos, Mettaton is content to let chaos be chaos and, yet, Mettaton still looks for meaning in the disarray.
No. There may never be order in Mettaton’s world. There may not be a pattern. There may not be a puzzle, a painting, or a picture. But, there is something.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I know Papyton Week is *technically* over, but it is still Papyton Week in my heart. Actually, I just hadn't finished this, and I wanted to give the folks who run the Papyton week blog credit for the prompts. It was an incredible week that was lots of fun, so I wanted to give credit where credit is due.
I hope y'all had as much fun as I did because I had a blast. I plan to reblog more stuff now that I'm not so deep in writer brain that I can't get out.
Much love to y'all.
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It’s finally done! My prompt pic for the KiriBaku Challenge “Sharing Headphones” Join us, there’s even an awesome Discord server! :)
