He says he is not whipped, but oh, how could they miss him checking his phone as soon as it’s 5 because now you will be getting off work? He says he is not whipped, but they’ll always catch him smiling at his left ring finger, where the silver band shines under the sun. He says he is not whipped, but how can you miss his smile lines and the crinkles under his eyes? He says he is not whipped, but only a blind man would miss the little blush on his face when someone uses his last name with you—the one you share with him now, though it’s been five years since you got married. He says he is not whipped, but they can’t pretend they didn’t just watch a 6’3 athlete talk to a baby bump about how beautiful it's mom is and how he will do everything he can to keep you both happy.
Yeah, he is not whipped. He is down much worse.
initially wrote this with sakusa in mind but
Sakusa Kiyoomi, Kageyama Tobio(in my headcanon he admits to being whipped but it fits), Tsukishima kei, Kyoutani Kentaro, Futakuchi Kenji, Iwaizumi Hajime
i can't think of anyone rn, blame the exams. let me know if there;s someone else. will edit it once i am sane
Summary: Noara delivers a head, almost kills a Mandalorian and continues finding loopholes to Nem'ro's requests. Special appearances by the cast of @cinlat's new story The Weigh of Beskar.
Word Count: 4,247
Walking through Nem’ro’s sad excuse for a palace holding a musty, and slightly damp, bag and not showing her disgust at its contents was one of the hardest things Noara had done up to this point in her life. There was a head, an actual decapitated head, in the burlap bag clenched in her fist.
She wanted nothing more than to drop it, find the nearest sonic shower and stand under it until her skin turned pink.
Instead she was being ushered into Nem’ro’s throne room with the grimey bag still in hand.
“My little bounty hunter returns!” Nem’ro exclaimed when he caught sight of her.
Carnus laughed, “she smell like dead savage!”
That was unfortunately true, hence the burning desire for a sonic shower.
“Then it's true. You killed the famed Huttsbane. Tell me of your hunt.” Nem’ro demanded.
Noara held out the bag and to her immense relief Carnus took it off her hands. “You asked for a savage’s head. I went and got it.” She felt a twinge of guilt calling another sentient being a savage, especially since she found the Evocaii she had spoken with to be as intelligent and civilized as any other species, but technically she hadn’t lied.
She did bring him a head.
Just not the head he had requested.
Using her ability with the Force to get an audience with Huttsbane and one of their spiritual leaders, Noara had laid out her dilemma and plan. The freedom fighter had hated the idea, threatened to just kill her himself and be done with it, but the Elder had seen the wisdom in it. The head in the bag belonged to a young Evocaii male who had died the day before from swamp fever. The Elder had promised her it wouldn’t be infectious anymore but she was still very glad to have it out of her hands.
As expected, the Houk didn’t even open the bag to inspect the contents.
“Who's more savage? The savage or the savage-killer?” Nem’ro asked.
“Uh... wait, I know this one....”
“Shut up, Carnus.” Nem’ro said, sounding irritated before turning his attention back to Noara. “One time might be luck. Your next target will not be so easy to reach, though he shouldn't put up much of a fight when you find him.”
Internally Noara wanted to groan. Of course he wasn’t done making her prove herself.
Nem’ro continued, unaware of her annoyance. “How much do you know of what is happening here on Hutta?”
“Some kind of turf war between you and another Hutt.” Make had told her a little about the unrest in Jigunna when they arrived but she hadn’t been too concerned with the finer details at the time.
“The upstart Fa'athra lays claim to things that are mine. He moves against my factories, sends his scum to make trouble in Jiguuna. Some fools think Fa'athra is becoming a stronger Hutt than Nem'ro. One is Yalt, my ex-accountant. Yalt now works for Fa'athra at the factory in the Rust Yards. The accountant must die for his betrayal.”
“You're kind of a one-solution Hutt, aren’t you?”
“I like things simple,” Nem’ro said with a deep laugh.
Noara forced a smile, “anything else I should know before I head out?” She hoped not but needed to make sure she had all the relevant information to get that sponsorship.
“After the accountant Yalt is dead, take his head to the cantina. Yalt's wife works there. She encouraged his disloyalty to me. Give Yalt's head to her.”
It took all of Noara’s self control not to show her dismay at his instructions. Another head? What was his fixation on heads? Taking the man’s head to his wife just seemed unnecessarily cruel. “Harassing people isn't exactly my line of work.” she said, not feeling much hope she could work around that part.
“If you're going to the Great Hunt, you must be willing to do anything, little girl.”
For once she couldn’t even argue internally with the Hutt and it left a very sour feeling in her gut.
Noara wasn’t sure she could keep the disgust off of her face as she left Nem’ro’s palace and headed directly back to the Poison Pit. She knew she should head out on his errand directly, but she wanted to check in with Mako and see if she was okay. They had talked over their comms when Noara was finishing up with Huttsbane and she had sounded very freaked out about the “bone face” guy. She also wanted to see if she was okay after taking care of the others, burying Braden and Jory wouldn’t be easy. She was struggling with their sudden deaths and she had barely known them, Mako was far more attached.
She found the slicer right where she expected, leaning over the computer terminal with her fingers going a mile a minute. “Hey Mako,” she said, hopping up to sit on the edge of the table and digging around in her bag looking for an energy bar to eat.
Mako turned around and smiled, “how did it go with Nem’ro?”
“He made me deliver a head to him.” Noara frowned, that was a memory she didn’t want to have. “Now he wants me to go kill his accountant, who defected to work for Fa'athra, cut off his head and deliver it to the man’s wife.”
Mako’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then her whole body shuddered in revulsion. “Are you going to do that?”
Grimacing, Noara huffed out a breath. “I don’t know, maybe? I don’t want to but if it’s that or the mission… and catching up with Tarro Blood.” She shrugged. “I guess I’ll find out how far I am willing to go today.” Really that had been the theme of her day, pushing her line in the sand back farther and farther than she ever imagined. And she wasn’t even in the hunt yet.
“I appreciate you wanting to help me avenge Braden and Jory,” Mako said, “but I'd understand if this is too much.”
“Thanks, it’s not too much yet. I can manage,” Noara said, looking again for her energy bar and giving up when she realised it wasn’t there. “I should get something to eat then head out.”
“You stay here and relax for a minute, I’ll go grab us some grub.” Mako said, heading for the door when Noara nodded gratefully.
It had been a long day and she could use a moment to turn her brain off. Reaching into her bag she pulled out her datapad and opened the holonovel program. She had only read for a few minutes when she sensed four people heading toward their room. Dropping her datapad she grabbed the nearest weapon, her shoto saber, and pressed herself against the wall just to the side of the doorway.
It was only a moment later that four figures crossed the threshold, three in what she recognized as Mandalorian armor and one wearing a dark red hood over his montrals.
“We plan,” the one closest to her, in armor painted brown and orange, said as he stepped into the room and Noara moved before they could spot her.
Using just enough of Force to make sure she could move him, she pushed the armored man against the wall and held her now-ignited and glowing blade near his throat. He yelped when she grabbed him but otherwise didn’t react. The three others drew their weapons and Noara prepared to grab her main saber if she needed it.
“Who are you? More of his lackeys?” Noara hissed, resisting the urge to Force compel him to answer. She was already uncomfortable with how often she had considered manipulating those around her to satisfy her own ends.
The man raised his empty hands slowly, “We might be in the wrong room.”
”Release him, or I’ll add a new hole to that pretty face, girl,” the only female Mandalorian, who was even more petite than Noara was, in the group snarled. Noara didn’t need to know anything about her to hear the possessiveness in her voice. Good. Hopefully his life being on the line would keep her from shooting until Noara got an answer. Shooting her now would no doubt make her hand twitch and it would be yet another decapitated head on Hutta. It was becoming a morbid theme to her day.
”Whoa, what the—“ Mako ran into the room, shoving the Torgruta’s arm away when he tried to bar her path. “Easy, these are friendly. Sheesh, I leave for five minutes and you’re all ready to kill each other.”
Relief washed over Noara as she lowered her blade, but she kept her other hand on the man’s chestplate, pinning him with just the slightest touch of Force. “you know these Mandalorians, Mako?”
”Yeah, well, mostly.” Her brown eyes widened. “No way, you’re Cinlat. I’ve read all about your tactics. Do you mind if I pick your brain a little? This is our champion for the Great Hunt and I’d love to get a professional’s opinion.”
”Only if she lets my husband go.” The woman’s voice was now emotionless and lacking the possessive undertones. Interesting. She also found it interesting that Cinlat was Force sensitive. It was just a whisper, so faint Noara doubted she could do anything active with it, but definitely noticeable.
Satasafied these were not more of Tarro Blood’s lackeys, Noara deactivated her saber and stepped away from the man she had threatened. Truthfully she was glad she hadn’t had to kill him. This mission would contain enough death already without her adding to it unnecessarily.
“Sorry, we’ve run into some bad luck with Mandalorians lately.”
Mako’s shoulder slumped at her words and she wanted to kick herself for reminding the other woman of her loss. “Are you okay with them? I need to—do something.”
”I’m good. Be careful out there.” Mako said, passing her the wrap of questionable meat she had been holding and waiving her away before turning back to the Mandalorians. “Sorry. Like Noara said, we’ve hit a rough patch. I don’t want to talk about it. Anyway, what can I do for you?”
Noara didn’t stick around long enough to hear what the Mandalorians wanted. If Mako wanted to share her business she would later. Right now Noara needed to get some calories into her body and go see a man about a head.
Maybe.
Noara needed to send Leena Oran a fruit basket or something. Anything to show her deep appreciation for the stealth generator the other Jedi had given her. It was literally a life saver, keeping her from having to kill Fa'athra’s gangsters and opening herself to potential injury. The time it saved was also a major bonus. As Noara slipped her way past yet another patrol at the edge of the Rust Yards, she could only imagine how long it would have taken to fight her way inside and back out again.
Instead of a long grueling series of back to back battles she was in and out of Fa'athra’s place in about an hour. It had taken her longer to locate Yalt than it had to get into the compound.
To her horror the man she had been sent to kill was an elderly man. One stuck between two bickering Hutts threatening him and his family. It had been easier to arrange the farce with Yalt than with Huttsbane, the man was more than willing to disappear. He even offered to crash Fa'athra’s financial accounts to make Nem’ro happy.
He had even offered her some of the credits, taking some for himself to get him and his wife safely off world. In any other situation Noara would have refused any sort of payment, especially when it felt like she was being paid not to kill him, but Mako had mentioned earlier that most of Braden’s credits had already been tied up in their preparation for the Hunt. The funds would ease the burden of accomplishing their goals.
With the influx in credits Noara didn’t even think twice about scanning her credit chip to pay for a taxi to take her all the way back to Nem’ro’s place. Watching the trees pass by as the taxi flew, Noara was hit with a deep sense of homesickness. This was by far the longest she had spent away from Naboo since she arrived there as a child. She didn’t remember anything about Ord Mantell, she only knew it was where she was born because it was listed on her personal files in the Jedi Order’s computer system.
Part of being a Jedi was knowing she wouldn’t live on Naboo all her life, that a more nomadic lifestyle awaited her, but it didn’t stop her longing for the familiarity of the world she knew. She wondered if it would ache less if she was on a planet that wasn’t so obviously sick from the industrial pollution that was slowly choking the life out of Hutta or devoid of natural elements like Nar Shaddaa.
With the taxi ride it took far less time to arrive at Nem’ro’s ‘palace’ than it had taken to trek through the swamp to Fa'athra’s factory. Yalt had said he would contact his wife and pass on the details of their plan. She only hoped he had, or what she was about to do wasn’t going to work.
Once again she was walking into the Hutt’s premises with a head sized bag in her fist, though this time it was filled with a wadded up bit of fabric to give it the shape and size of a head. After entering the building she headed for the small cocktail bar set off to the side of the main cantina floor, where Yalt said his wife would be.
Sure enough an older human female was working the bar that matched his description.
The woman looked up at her approach and Noara saw a flash of recognition before she smoothed the expression away. Mistress Yalt seemed to be quite the actress, sounding polite but completely casual as she spoke.
“Hello, can I help you?”
“I bought you something,” Noara said as she tossed the bag, which the woman caught and then recoiled in horror.
“... what is that? Yalt!” Mistress Yalt screeched her husband’s name, cradling the ‘dead’ to her chest and pushing past Noara to flee the room. Noara watched her go, along with everyone else in the cantina. They wanted a scene no one would miss and the woman had certainly achieved that.
Now to find out if she had impressed Nem’ro enough to earn that sponsorship. She suspected the Hutt was not done making her jump through hoops.
Noara had just entered the long hallway leading to Nem’ro’s throne room when she became aware of a presence lurking in the shadows. She turned toward it as a Rodain female stepped forward.
“Here is the fraud I’ve been looking for. The one pretending to be a bounty hunter.”
Noara had no idea what the Rodain wanted, or why she was being accused of pretending to be a bounty hunter. She was of course, but no one other than Mako knew that for sure. Hoping to goad the Rodain into giving her more information, Noara decided to play dumb. “Hello yourself. How are you doing on this fine day?”
Her tactic proved effective quickly. One of the things Braden had told her while they were preparing for the Hunt on Nar Shaddaa was that some people just could not help but monologue, and if someone started, to let them. You never knew what could be learned, people rarely watched what they said when they assumed they were going to win the impending fight.
The Rodian glared at her, “don't be high-and-mighty! Not with me! Tarro Blood doesn't want you in Great Hunt. Smart person would take the hint. You're not smart. I hear all about how your weak master is butchered! Now you have no team, no support. Tarro Blood tells me I take you out, he makes sure I get in Great Hunt. Even if I have to let Blood win, just being in Great Hunt is big honor. I think after I go in Great Hunt, I come back and have statue made of me stepping on your head.”
There it was, all Noara needed to know. Tarro Blood wasn’t finished trying to prevent her from entering the hunt, but this was a new tactic. Bribing other hunters to join and then throw it wasn’t much more honorable than killing Braden and Jory but at least no one would need to die this time.
“You're going to join the Great Hunt to throw it?” Noara asked, raising her hand and reaching out to the Rodian’s mind with the Force. “That's a terrible plan. You want to leave this place and rethink your life choices.”
The Rodian’s expression smoothed out and she spoke in a monotone voice, “I want to leave this place and rethink my life choices.” With that the woman turned around and walked away from Noara.
Glad she was able to avoid unnecessary violence, Noara continued on her way back to the throne room.
Nem'ro was once again pleased to see her, calling out as soon as she entered the room. “There she is! My people say Yalt's wife left town as if all the akk dogs on Hutta were after her. I also saw that you crashed Fa'athra's accounts. Above and beyond, bounty hunter. Truly powerful.”
“I aim to please,” Noara said, putting her hands on her hips and fixing him with a serious look. “Now you can see how capable I am. Put me in the Great Hunt, Nem'ro.”
“Soon, soon, my impatient bounty hunter.” Nem’ro gestured for her to come closer. Noara obliged but she wasn’t happy to be standing closer than necessary to the hutt. Speaking quieter than she thought him capable of, he continued speaking. “I have one more simple task for you. Something I need an outsider for. There is a traitor in my house, someone who works for Fa'athra’s interests over mine. My own beastmaster, he plots against me and thinks I do not know. He is down in the beast pits below us, go and pull the alarm switch to draw him out. Kill him and rid my house of traitorous scum.”
He gestured to the large retractable doors built into the floor below him as he spoke and Noara understood his meaning. The pits were made for Nem’ro and his guests to watch the fights, he would no doubt be watching his next assignment he had given her.
There would be no trick or sight of hand she could pull this time to avoid violence.
“Will this truly be the last thing you will ask of me? I want that sponsorship.” Noara wanted to hear him confirm it before she agreed to what would obviously be entertainment for him and his guests.
“You don't trust me, little bounty hunter?” Noara gave him a pointed look and he laughed again. “Smart. Fight for me and will get what you deserve.”
Somehow Noara doubted it would be that simple but, like in many things, it did not appear she had a choice.
Carnus led her to the lifts on the other side of the palace and told her the bottom floor was where the entrance to the Beast Pits was.
“Try not to lose fast,” he said with a grin, “make fight fun to watch little girl.”
Scowling at his back, Noara stepped into the lift and selected the right floor. As the car began to move she pulled out her blaster. It had been in an underarm holster for the entirety of her time on Hutta. So far she had not felt the need to use it since Vexx’s hideout. Really the last time she had used a weapon that day was to threaten that Mandalorian she mistook for one of Blood’s minions.
However she suspected the Beastmaster would not face her in a fair fight and the animal fighting pits of the Hutts were common knowledge, even to her. She didn’t know what they would have to throw at her, she needed to be ready for anything.
Stepping off the lift Noara followed a short hallway and then a large cavernous space opened before her. The ground was covered in sand and rocks and along the walls were multiple animal enclosures. She could see the animals pacing behind their bars and did not think for a moment they would hesitate to attack if unleashed.
Blaster still in hand, Noara crossed the space and approached the alarm Nem’ro had spoken of. It was set next to another space blocked off by a set of barred doors, but on the other side was not an animal enclosure. It looked like the Beastmaster’s living quarters.
Since there was nothing else to do, Noara hit the alarm. Three things happened at once, and none of them were a surprise. An alarm rang out, the Beastmaster, a human male with an impressive beer gut appeared behind the bars in front of her, and the ceiling started to retract. Noara could already hear the voices of Nem’ro’s guests and the loud rubble of his laughter.
Beastmaster laughed as he appeared, “you call me just like Nem'ro said you would. So stupid. Now I kill you and Nem'ro give me big reward.”
“At least one of us is being played here.” Noara said, and she had a feeling it was her. There was no sense of deception in the man’s words. The Hutt had no intention of giving her the sponsorship, he just wanted a show.
One she wasn’t sure she wanted to star in.
The Beastmaster was reaching for a control panel on the wall and she only had a split second to act. With the blaster already in her hand it was easy to lift and shoot before he reached the bottom that would release the beasts.
The Beastmaster went down with a cry and she could hear the people above her reacting. Apparently they were not entertained.
Turning she looked at where Nem’ro was seated and glared at the Hutt. It was clear from his expression he had not expected her actions. Shaking her head she holstered her blaster and stride back across the sand toward the lift.
“Clever hunter!” Nem’ro said when she entered the throne room. “You killed the beastmaster and kept him from unleashing his terrible beasts on you. I confess I wanted to see how you would fare against them. See how you’d do in the Hunt firsthand.”
Noara stopped several feet away from the Hutt and placed her hands on her hips, looking up at him and for once letting her true feelings show. “Am I meant to believe that? I know you told the beastmaster he would be rewarded for killing me.”
“Now, now don’t be angry little hunter. Deception was the only way I could eliminate my beastmaster without upsetting things here. Carnus here did not think you would survive but I had a feeling you would surprise us all.”
Carnus didn’t look apologetic at all when he shrugged at her. That wasn’t unexpected.
“I’m good at surprising people but this is enough games Nem’ro, are you going to sponsor me or not?” Patience was something Jedi were known for, and Noara was no exception, but she was running short on it now.
Nem’ro did that little bob that passed for a head nod. “A representative of the Great Hunt will be here shortly. When he arrives, you would merely have to hand him my sponsorship token to enter the Great Hunt. Unfortunately... I already gave the Great Hunt sponsorship token to someone else.”
Noara closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, reaching out her senses to center herself in the Force. Needing the calming effect it would give her. “Are you telling me you’ve had me running around collecting heads for you for something you can’t even give me?”
“I didn’t expect you to live out the day.” Nem’ro said with a weird shrug and for once Noara thought he was actually being honest. “The sponsorship is just a token, a small holo with my authorization given to its bearer. Someone fierce and deadly on Hutta has the sponsorship token. If you want it so badly, find him and take it! Ha!”
“Really, just like that? No more run around?”
“Yes, yes. If you succeed, I win. If you fail, I still win. Either way, the toughest hunter on Hutta goes to the Great Hunt with my name!”
Noara wanted to call him a cheat. She wanted to point out how insane this was. But she knew neither reaction would help her and really, she wanted to be away from him.“I don’t suppose you are going to tell me who has your sponsorship token, are you Nem'ro?” she asked with a sigh.
The Hutt laughed, “oh, now, that would make it too easy, wouldn't it? This is a better test, the Hunt won’t give you targets on a platter.”
Annoying as that was, she had a feeling it was true. “Alright, I’ll find your hunter and get that token,” she said, shooting Nem’ro and Carnus a glare each. “Don’t be too surprised when I return with it.”
It’s the way his warm, strong hands come to rest on your shoulders, bending down, giving you all his attention. It’s the way he is in your personal space, leaning in just to hear you. It’s the way the scent of his cologne fills the air. It’s the way his mop of hair is close to you–so close that you could almost reach out and touch it. It’s the way he crouches down, yet you still feel small in front of his athletic build. It’s the way, in this moment, you can only see him–nothing else.
"You were saying something?"
What? What were you saying? What just happened?
The warm air around you suddenly feels ten times hotter as you realise he’s been waiting–bending down like this for an entire minute.
"Umm– I was–I was…"
You stutter, scrambling to remember what you were going to say only for your brain to short-circuit the moment you feel a large, warm palm settle against the small of your back as he straightens to his full height.
"Take your time. I’ll wait for you."
He says, completely unaware of the damage he has caused in these past 10 minutes
Your husband has been acting a bit weird this past week. Notes everywhere, cheeks heating up, quiet mumbles. something is up.
wait what- he has a crush on you?
You knew your husband was a dork. All those years of high school, teenage years, when you were dating—when you weren’t—just proved how big of a sap he is.
But lately, something was off.
Not in a bad way—if anything, it was sweet—but it was... odd. The sudden blushes when you kissed his cheek. The meek little "thank you" when you handed him his lunch. The way his face lit up whenever you called him your husband. And the notes—so many notes—stuck on your fridge, your nightstand, even your laptop.
Kuroo had always been a loving husband—the kind to bring you breakfast in bed on his day off, surprise you with flowers, and wrap you in his arms like a human koala whenever he got the chance. But this? This past week? It’s like you’re back in high school.
In fact, he wasn’t even this shy back then. The playful banter to make you think he didn’t like you, the teasing—it was all normal. So, this? This surely left you wondering. You would have thought he lost a bet had it not been those lovesick eyes of his. But that doesn't mean you'll leave this as is. Something is definitely up.
instance 1:
"Hey, can you open this?"
"Sure."
Smooch.
"Thanks." A kiss lands on your target's right cheek, which immediately turns abnormally red as he mumbles, "No problem!" he squeaks, speed walking out of the room.
This again?
instance 2:
The time you caught him staring at you in the morning before work.
"Take a picture; it lasts longer."
His eyes widen like you just caught him committing a crime. "I wasn’t staring."
You raise a brow. "Oh? So you just happened to be awake before me, watching me sleep, and then turning beet red when I open my eyes?"
Kuroo groans and buries his face in the pillow. "Let me have this."
You grin.
Oh, you were definitely going to make this worth while.
You considered letting it slide for a while, just to see how far it would go. Turns out? a whole long week more.
One lazy Wednesday afternoon, with nothing better to do, you’re curled up on the couch together, Kuroo’s face buried in the crook of your neck. The aircon is on- his warm body on you when he sighs against your skin and mumbles,
"I think I’ve got a crush on you."
Your heart skips.
You blink. "What?"
His head tilts up slightly, lips brushing your collarbone. A barely audible heavy sigh later . "I’ve got a crush on you."
You pull back to look at him properly. "You." A chuckle escapes you. "You? You have a crush on me? Your wife of three years?"
"Uh-huh." His expression is painfully sincere. "Have you seen yourself lately? The way you take down those fuzzy crawlers—"
"Spiders?"
"Yeah, those demons. And the way you haul all the groceries in one trip? And how you completely shut down Mamiya-san when he was being an ass to Yukito-kun?"
You squint. "And that made you fall in love with me again?"
"How does that not play into it? You’re unfairly attractive, and I am but a weak, foolish old man caught in your spell."
Chuckling, you pull him in a hug as a not so small smile spreads on your face.
"So that’s what the notes and flowers were for." You pause, grinning. "So what will you do now, Mr. Infatuated Rooster?"
He puffs out his chest. "Woo you back, obviously. Can’t let someone snatch you away from this old man."
His bravado should be ridiculous, but then he adds, softer this time—"You’re going to be with me till my last breath… and the life after."
Your breath catches.
Heat rises to your cheeks, your heartbeat stuttering in your chest as you only nod.
Maybe you’ll be the one with a crush next.
Forgot to tag: thank you @dira333 for the spider and grocery idea 😭
multi char drabble. i wasn't planning on writing anything but I saw this reel and it just popped in my head. many wips left but whatever now. I named their son
warnings; fluff. suggestive content.
Your husband was always recording you and your son- watching it together, years later, the footage is not what you expected it to be
You’d always see your husband recording you and your son. Day-to-day activities like having lunch, making dinner, folding the laundry together, and sometimes even brushing your teeth. What you thought was a simple attachment and a way to capture these little moments turned out to be something way, way, way- far from the truth.
This only came to light when your son, in his late teens, decided to view his childhood pictures stored on the family pc. What you thought would be a day full of laughter and reminiscing old times turned into your husband smiling like a madman while your son looks at both of you in disgust.
Because, pray, why is there hours worth of footage of you- a full scan of your figure (especially zooming at the rear) - backside and front- sometimes in sweats, sometimes in your old mom jeans- sometimes your hair perfectly parted to even the times you look like you need to have at least 6 baths. All under the guise of what looks like an innocent and memorable moment between a mother and her child.
What is worth mentioning is how swiftly the camera moves from your son to you. A small babbling child to a grown ass woman.
“ did you really have to ruin my day?” the said child groans, “ forget my day- I think you’ve ruined all my childhood memories!!”
And if there were an award for the least bothered face in humanity, your husband should have gotten it.
“What do you mean? Those are videos of you as a child? Did you want me to take more?” he speaks as if those videos were really what they claimed to be. “We can still continue, you are our little boy at the end of the day.”
A red face out of anger? Embarrassment? Hikaru but only storms away. With muttering
“Videos of me? Or you ogling your wife?”
Even with all this, your husband only pulls you closer by the waist, whispering,
”he’s got a bit of temper right? I think it’s time we give him a little sister to calm him down.”
He has definitely hit his head. One more push towards the headrest won’t hurt him, right?
Pushing him, and getting up, “ get yourself checked”
“To try for junior two?”
“For a mental check-up!”
Walking towards the kitchen, you hear something along the lines of “I’ll record more videos of the younger one!!”
-Suna Rintaro, Kuroo Tetsuroo, Kageyama tobio( idc in my headcanon he is downbad for her), SUgawara Koushi, Futakuchi Kenji, Tanaka Ryounsoke, Nishinoya yu( i really can't see him as a dad tho), Atsumu Miya, Yaku?, Oikawa Toru, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki, Taketora, Not tendo? or tendo? i don't really read much of his fics,
blue lock- Karasu?, oliver aiku? sue me i've never read anything past s2, Reo Mikage, sae?( i see the zooming shit but he's def not gonna be so playful bout it), chigiri??
aot- connie? jean maybe ?
there's more but i'm feeling like shit rn. I'll edit this later.
multi char drabble. Idk why I thought of kuroo tho. but works for others as well
warnings:none. wrote it in a hurry..Not proofread inspo from a reddit post.
he knew the last time you had a cheese cake. He hasn't seen it but your descriptions were- pretty graphic to say the least. The missed exam, the days stuck on the commode, the vow to never touch that monstrosity. Sure it was your fault but he won't tell you that. But if he'll be fair- A broke college student under the burden of exams is bound to fall for the classic bakery trap. A cheesecake for half the price? what could possibly happen. Little did you know you'd be missing your end sems and much more.
so when on a saturday night, right before you get under the covers, you say,"You know," a little pause before you drop a bomb he can't manage,"I'd eat you if you were a cheesecake."
Yeah, to the average viewers, it's not much. A cheese cake?anyone would gladly eat it. But they don't know the whole story. How a girl who loved them gave them up. It's been ages since that incident. Maybe 10 years give or take. A contrast from those young days of university to the old wrinkles both of you have on your face.
His body warms up. Is this better than an, 'I love you?'. Maybe. He just can't think straight. You're bundled up in the blanket. Sleep overtaking you. While he can only sit and watch. Your steady breath, the golden light from the lamp paints your face, the buzz of the aircon, the kids fast asleep. There's no place he'd ever want to be. No moment he'd ever wish would last like this one. The life he has, the one he built with you.
So maybe it's good he's a human. Because he has assurance that even if he won't be one, you'll gladly have him. Even with diarrhea, even with bloating, even with whatever hits you. He'll do the same. All of them dialed up to a 100. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
-Kuroo Tetsuroo, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Tsukishima Kei, Rin Itoshi?, SAE itoshi, Kenma? Jean, Yamaguchi TADashi, Kita Shinsuke, sAKUSA kIYOOMI, and a bunch more but I'm kinda tired. I'll update it soon. Isagi yoichi. Armin arlert. Levi?? Eren Yeager??? Daichi, Sugawara, Aran Ojiro
warnings: fluff. Your dramatic husband needs attention. Many spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Literally wrote it in 10 mins on my phone i didn't wanna log in on my pc today😭😭
link - inspo
My instagram is full of this content. Gotta take a break from insta or i'll spiral writing so many drabbles.
Wait. Why is there music playing? And this type? You knew he had questionable taste in music but this is a bit too far( and not to mention it's 3 in the afternoon). Softly padding towards the source you catch him looking out the window, a literal pout on his face. What the heck is up with him?
"Sweetheart, are you okay?"
Mhm. A grumble is heard
"Are you sure?" You walk towards him, taking his face in your hands.
"I said, I'm fine" another annoyed sound at the back of his throat. But his pout still remains, eyes not meeting yours.
So this is how he will play now. Carefully pushing him back so as to straddle both his thighs you stare at him for a moment. His face not betraying any emotion but, knowing your husband of 5 years, you knew every string and play to get him back. Slowly inching towards his face you place a kiss on both his cheeks, then his chin, then his forehead and finally on his nose. His face a bit relaxed, expecting the final kiss on his lips but you had other plans.
You leaned in again, so close to his lips almost touching them when you asked "are you still upset drama queen?"
A noise of protest came from him, "you didn't spend any time with me today" he whined. But still trying to pull you in for a kiss when you pulled back, confusion etched on your face.
"What are you talking about?? We got up at 11, made brunch together, then cleaned the house together ," making quotation marks after every together, "when did we not do stuff together? Now, I'm juwt arranging my closet"
"See!! That was all work! Today is a holiday!" The whining only grew. Before you could say something he pulled you towards him, holding you so tight you thought you were in those compression machines. "Not letting you go now" he makes a childish noise.
"But I need to arrange my-" a kiss to your lips interrupted you. "No more chores" he said eyes narrowed, "this kiss was only payback for teasing me earlier" he took a strand of your hair, curling it, before burrying his face in your neck, "I need at least a 1000 more to consider letting you get up, till then you're stuck with me" he said now peppering kisses to your collarbone.
Tangling your hands in.his hair, you thought, the chores be damned. Now you only have one mission, to kiss this not so little diva silly.
-kuroo tetsuro, atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro, nisinoya yu, tanaka, oikawa toru, maybe sugawara???, tsutomu??, daishou??(never really think of him cause i ship him with mika)
I am a 1000 percent sure i'm missing someone. I have no idea who. I'll edit this tomorrow when I'm back from my exam :/ i haven't even added all the tags or else i'll fail mynexam if i waste mlre time. See you tomorrow😭
