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valley-of-headcanons · 8 months
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Heyy! So I just found your stuff and it’s all super cute I love this kind of thing 😊 feel free to decline but do you think you could do a little fluffy one shot type thing where you’re just gaming with Sebastian and then whoops you both fall in love 😳
best gamer of all time || sebastian x reader oneshot
hanging out with your friends is always fun, but gaming alone with him may be your new favorite thing <3
warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff oh my god, you may suck at this game but you do NOT suck at winning his heart
requested by: @juleboo , this is such an adorable request! i'm sorry this took like forty billion years, life has decided to kick me off my feet, but im doing a lot better so yippeeeee. i hope you enjoy, hopefully it was worth the long wait 🙏
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Hanging out on a Saturday night was a ritual for you, Sebastian, Abigail, and Sam. You all rotate on who's place you hang out at, and tonight was Sebastian's. Abigail was laid out on the couch, Sebastian sitting on his bed, and you and Sam were on the floor. After a very intense game of Jackbox, with a lot of chaotic answers and laughter, it was nearing midnight.
“I cannot believe you put that! That was a direct jab at me and you know it!” Sam said towards Abigail's direction, obviously not actually upset.
“Then clean up the fuckin' pizza boxes in your room! That rat would've become your best friend if your mom didn't find him- wait- what time is it? ... oh shit, my dad is gonna kick my ass!” Abigail said, jumping up at lightning speed and grabbing her bag. “Sorry to kill the party, love you guys, if I get lectured one more time this week I am going to pull out my hair. Bye bye!”
And off she goes, leaving just as chaotic as she came. Sounds about right. The remaining three of you laughed, before Sam stood up and grabbed his things as well. “For some reason Mom wants me to come to church in the morning, she saw some lyrics to one of our songs and she kind of flipped her shit. Soooo, gotta atone for my sins. Have fun you two,” he said, sending a small wink Sebastian's way before making his way up the stairs.
You saw the wink, it definitely caught you off guard. You immediately snapped your head towards Sebastian. “What was that for?” you said with a smirk, which wasn't held for long. It slipped into a smile, moving from the floor to the now empty couch.
Sebastian's expression remained neutral, rolling his eyes. “Sam is always up to something, ignore him. Do you wanna stay and hang for a little while? I don't have anything to do tomorrow,” he said, looking towards the cabinet of games that sat beside his gaming console. He never asked anyone to stay later, especially when it's his night to host. He usually wants everyone out, Sebastian cherishes his alone time.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he asked you this, he actually wanted to spend more time with you? You felt so honored and special, of course you were going to stay. “Yeah, what did you wanna do?”
“I bought a game, it's co-op. Wanna try it out? It's a platformer, it seems pretty easy,” he said, walking over to the cabinet and grabbing the case. He made his way back over to you, showing you the back of the case, carefully studying your features. He wanted to make sure you were actually interested, and when your face lit up, he couldn't hold back a smile. It was rare for him, but it was perfect.
“Hell yeah, let's pop this bad boy in!” you said, sitting up excitedly and scooting over so that you two could share the couch. After 'popping that bad boy in', he sat next to you and handed you the controller.
Sebastian put on the tutorial before beginning to show you the controls. He described what to do, but due to your drowsiness from working all day, you just couldn't grasp what the controls were. “Here,” he mumbled, thinking for a moment before carefully putting his hands over yours.
“Alright, shoot with this button, alright?” he said, making sure not to get too close to you. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but these little touches were really nice ... he could get used to this.
“Mhm ...” you hummed, although your brain was short-circuiting. Every single thought in your brain was rendered useless in that moment, every place where you two touched felt like it was on fire. You clumsily tried to recreate his movements, shooting when he asked and jumping when he instructed. You learned the controls, but barely.
“Got it?” he said simply, slowly beginning to let go of you. He didn't really want to, but he didn't want to overstep your boundaries. He really cared about you, he didn't want to jeopardize that.
With a hesitant nod of confirmation, you two began the game. It was a mess, you definitely did not grasp the controls whatsoever. However, he enjoyed seeing what kind of trouble you got yourself into. How could you even get up there?
“Okay- when you jump, press the trigger to latch on to that cliff, and do NOT let go-” he tried to explain as you jumped with all of your might ... just to not even touch the cliff. Your body hit the floor with a splat, and you both sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at each other. Small snickers turned into full blown laughter, falling down onto the couch as you both held your faces.
“How the hell am I so stupid?? That was so easy! How the hell did I miss that??” you cackled, wiping the tears that began to fall from your eyes.
“I have no idea but it was one of the best things I've ever seen,” Sebastian's laughter began to quiet as he sat up, his gaze making its way down to you. You looked so perfect in the soft light of the television, so happy from the laughter that was encasing the both of you. He could not stop smiling.
“What?” you said softly, a gigantic grin on your face. You couldn't move, you just wanted to stay in this moment forever.
“... nothing. Just ... capturing this moment,” Sebastian said in a gentle tone, taking a deep breath before looking back at the screen. “You're a ghost now, but you can still help me and eventually I can revive you.”
You slowly sat up, but you had an idea. You slid a little closer to him than you were before, your legs touching. “Alright, I'll be the best fuckin' ghost in town,” you laughed, knowing you were bound to fuck it up but you had no care in the world. This was too fun.
He looked over at your legs touching, smiling even wider before continuing the game. He would ask you to do things as a ghost as you did ... with enough trial and error. He did notice that you kept adjusting and scooting closer and closer. He really liked this.
“Do you know how to freeze someone?" he asked, which you shook your head to. “Let me see this-” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you, definitely just wanting to help you see the controls. You were essentially sitting in his lap at this point, a soft pink blush creeping onto both of your faces.
His face was so close, pressed almost right up against yours ... you wanted to stay here forever, but you didn't want to say anything that would ruin the moment. Nervous silence held you two for a moment, before he did something that both of you wanted more than anything. He carefully kissed your cheek, before going back to the game as if nothing ever happened.
Your brain melted, a feeling of bliss overtaking your body. You've been waiting for that for ages. You slowly leaned back into his chest as he laid down his controller for a moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist for a moment, giving you a careful squeeze. You reached your arms up around his neck, hugging him back. Neither of you cared about the game anymore.
“Stay here tonight. If you want to,” Sebastian muttered softly, holding your body close to his. He didn't dare let go, and neither did you.
You stayed there that night, you stayed wrapped up in his arms until the daylight and you had to work on your farm. But you hoped one day, you could wake up next to him everyday. Maybe someday, but for now, you had many Saturday nights where you stayed over later than everybody else.
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Submas sketchdump! Vol. 1
April-June 2022
Literally dumping all the presentable works as promised, whether I'm proud of them or not! This is where I started, even before the first thing I posted online (That subway station one). Many of these are not on Twitter yet so there's lots to see!
The top piece above the header is my very first digital Submas artwork!! I never finished it bc I didn't know how to pull my vision of as I wanted & started modeling the train and didn't finish that either, whoops! I really want to remake this later and make it super cool!
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^^^ My reaction to breaking 500 likes & 100 followers in a single day with my first tweet (the battle subway one) all the way back in May!! I was completely floored by all the attention, oh how it skyrocketed my excitement and anxiety! Crazy times, I was so super nervous to be there with so many amazing artists and doubted if I could ever survive there ahahah!! Many had joined the community much much earlier than me, so I had arrived with a late train to PLA/neo Submas hype!
Next up is a bunch of stuff I haven't posted before:
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One of my fav sketches! Been saving this for so long bc I really really want to finish this one day!
One of the first submas sketches with an actual story behind it! The subway bosses are running late for their flight because they didn't pass the safety check! The irony!! This would never happen as bosses are always on schedule. But Emmet hadn't noticed a wild Joltik hiding under his coat, so he set up the alarm and they got examined and interrogated of smuggling! How embarrassing for them! The bosses resolved the situation by catching the Joltik, but will they be able to catch their flight anymore?? Maybe if Elesa can distract the stuerts performing the safety protocol for a minute!
More sketchbook stuff...
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In case you can't make any sense of it, Emmet's dreaming of different combinations of pokémon. Meanwhile Ingo snores louder than the train! HONK SHOO!
Top 7 every submas fan draws at some point!
Submas trademark posing
submas sleeping in a train
sad Emmet
Emmet with Joltik
Ingo with a cool solo pose
Emmet being chaotic & Ingo reacting to it
a bunch of mirrored submas poses
I sure have a full bingo card lmao, most of them you can see here XD
Next up is a sad man...
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Stay strong our friends!
My typical sketchbook pages, crammed and messy as usual. x)
Post-PLA exploration:
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A few examples of how my pencil sketches evolve.
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I've done so much art experimenting with submas. I really like this black & white painting but I don't think I'll finish it anytime soon.
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Where did you go?
The way I draw the twins' faces has changed a lot. They started with softer features and somewhat neutral emotions, because I wasn't as familiar with them or comfortable drawing them yet. Now there's hundreds of submas sketches, and they still keep evolving! My style is also kinda hard to pull off well, so their features differ from picture to picture.
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This one was inspired by some submas music videos, can't recall their names anymore. The glowing eerie eyes and yellow&orange + black&white color schemes were neat!
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I keep telling myself I need to draw more butlers, these twinks look so lean and neat and have more color and are posh with their monocles and have fun tailcoats!
(...why eyeglasses are not called binocles??)
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I was there for the vinegar chaos. Good times!
That's all for now, I hope you got something fun out of this! Still got loads more art to share but I'll save them for another time. Next round I'll bring in my first submas comic!
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A Match Made in a Classroom
Hunter/Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4.3k, whoops...
Warnings: none
It's parent teacher conference night for Omega!
Hunter hates it. While he usually dodges the responsibility, letting one of his brothers take his place, there is no one to save him this time.
You love parent teacher conferences. You love getting to meet the families who influence the children you spend your days with, and this time you just might meet someone special.
Omega has a plan. Her, her siblings, and Cid have devised a foolproof mission that she cannot wait to set in motion.
Hunter could endure all sorts of tortures. He had to, as a soldier, and with his heightened senses, a lot of mundane things could be considered torture. Yet, here he was, facing what was likely to be the death of him. There was no rescue waiting for him, no escape from the pain he’d experience in just a few short minutes. As he was led into the bleak building, he glanced at the sun for what would probably be the last time.
“Hunter, you have to stop being so dramatic.” Omega glared after Hunter sighed for the seventh time in the past two minutes. “My teacher is very nice. You’re not going to die in there.”
“Why couldn’t Tech do this?” Hunter grumbled, “Tech always comes to these things.”
“You already know the answer to that.” Omega reminded him.
He grimaced as he remembered Tech’s adamant claims that he could not separate from the Marauder for as much as two minutes for risk of “the ship exploding, leaving us stranded with no means of making an income, Hunter. With no income, we would have no way of replenishing our food supply or other needs. Is that what you want? Do you want to starve?”
Hunter had wanted to share a few choice words with Tech then, and even more now, but he settled for grumbling once more. “Stupid explosive power couplings.”
“It’ll be fun!” Omega tried for optimism, “You can finally see the super secret project I’ve been working on for the past two weeks!”
Hunter let up on his sulking a bit when he saw her bright smile. Ever since taking on Omega, he had felt wildly out of his depth. Good soldiers did not equate to good fathers, or father figures in his case. Even after a couple of years, Hunter continued to bumble through new situations and problems, making countless mistakes along the way. He had just started to feel like he had some sort of handle on raising her when Cid started this long chain of events that would lead to his current suffering.
“You’ve gotta enroll that kid in a school.” She shrugged one afternoon as she passed by Hunter.
“What?” Hunter suddenly twisted on the stool he’d been sitting on, nearly falling off.
Cid didn’t stop walking. “She’s gonna need to do basic math or something soon. The longer you wait, the more suspicious it gets.”
At the time, Hunter had shrugged it off. Cid was just being Cid: sticking her nose in places where it didn’t belong. However, it seemed she shared her unwanted opinion with more people than he had thought. A few days later, Echo casually slid into the seat across from Hunter in the booth where he’d been sitting.
“You know, I’ve been thinking and asking around. Apparently, there’s a pretty good school not too far from here. Walking distance.” Hunter raised one eyebrow, but Echo continued before he could interrupt. “Think about it. Every other kid Omega’s age is going to school right now. I don’t think it’s ‘low-profile’ for a kid to hang out in Cid’s parlor with a bunch of suspicious-looking men everyday. Not to mention, she’ll learn a lot.”
“She’s already learning a lot.” Hunter argued, “We’re teaching her. Some kids are homeschooled, that’s not completely rare.”
Echo wrinkled his nose, “I don’t think ship classes and modifications are standard curriculum.”
“Well, you can argue with Tech about that.” Hunter smirked, “Good luck getting him to admit that.”
“I actually agree with Echo.” Tech voice sounded from above. Hunter looked up to see his goggled brother peering over the side of the booth where he had evidently been eavesdropping. “Sending Omega to a primary school could be beneficial for both her and us.”
Tech took the stunned silence of his brothers as a chance to scramble out of his booth and shove himself next to Hunter. “Not only could a proper education lead to better opportunities for Omega in her future, but she could also gain social awareness from exposure to other adolescents.”
“Wish you’d gotten more of that.” Hunter muttered.
Tech adjusted his goggles, “The Kaminoans kept all of us separate from the regs in our early stages. It is hardly my fault my exceptional mind progressed at a rate faster than yours. I may have skipped past some social development, but we can all agree I’m better off for it.”
“Our point is,” Echo spoke up, “it could be better for Omega to be around other kids her age and learn from someone who is actually qualified to teach. We’re soldiers. We don’t know the first thing about teaching anything other than military strategy and maybe some basic math.”
Hunter sighed, “I get that, I do, but we can’t protect her there. What if she gets into some kind of trouble and we’re not there to help her?”
“What kind of trouble will she get into at school?” Echo argued, “Those kids are supervised, school isn’t a dangerous place.”
“Actually, there are significant statistics that indicate that violence in schools is more common than we would all like to think. It’s more likely to occur in larger cities on more populated planets, but Ord Mantell does not have a reputation as the safest location. In fact, a large movement has started in Coruscant protesting the lack of restrictions on–” Tech grunted when Echo kicked him under the table.
“Look,” Hunter relented, “I would love for Omega to have more friends her age, but it’s just not possible.”
“That’s not fair!” Wrecker’s booming voice made everyone jump. Somehow, the mountain of a man had snuck up on the group. “Omega deserves to have more friends. And she’s super smart! She’d love school! Aren’t we supposed to be giving her a normal life? You’re raising her like a Kaminoan!”
Somehow, Wrecker knew just what to say to make Hunter hurt. As much as he wanted to unkindly tell their brothers where they could stick their advice on his parenting style, his self-doubt combined with his resentment towards his own unfair upbringing caused his stubborn nature to crumble. Now, he stood next to Omega at her parent-teacher conference, trying to combat her contagious smile.
“Alright,” Hunter looked away to hide the grin that wanted to break on his face, “which one’s your classroom?”
Omega knew she had won. She grabbed her brother’s hand and all but ran to a classroom all the way at the end of the hall. The bulletin board outside the door was decorated to look like the inside of a generic classroom. A cartoonish cookie stood by the chalkboard and more, smaller cookies that had clearly been made by the students were scattered in the center. The top of the board read, “Come see how smart your cookies are!” Hunter smiled as he saw the googly-eyed cookie that had Omega’s name on it. It was a bit messy, but he thought it was the most perfect looking cookie in the galaxy.
Before Omega could knock on the door, it opened and a little Zabrak boy came out followed by his parents. “Alright Mr. and Mrs. Vint, thank you so much for coming. Your son has been such a pleasure to have in class. I’ll see you on Monday, Pev, have a nice weekend!”
Whatever response the family had, Hunter didn’t hear it. He was busy looking at what must’ve been the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Omega’s teacher stood in perfect poise, a small, patient smile on her lips. Her eyes were bright and full of energy and kindness. Hunter swore that the longer he looked into them he had more and more hope for the galaxy. Maybe if eyes that looked like that existed, there was good after all.
“Mr. Fett?” A voice broke Hunter’s trance. Blinking, he noticed that the smile on her face had slipped slightly in concern. How long had she been talking?
“I’m so sorry,” Hunter stammered, “what were you saying?”
Omega snorted, but her teacher just giggled. It was adorable, and it took all of Hunter’s discipline to pay attention to the words that came out of her gorgeous mouth, “I said it’s nice to finally meet you. Omega talks about her brothers all the time, but I think I hear of you most often.”
Slightly touched, Hunter glanced down at Omega. She met his soft gaze with a shrug and a weirdly mischievous grin. She was up to something. Immediately, the soft fuzzy feeling was replaced by suspicion, but before he could do more than narrow his eyes at his sister, the goddess of a woman spoke up again.
“Should we go in? I’m sure you’d love to see Omega’s progress.”
In your, admittedly not very long, teaching career, you have never experienced a parent-teacher conference quite like the first one that you had with Mr. Fett and Omega. He paid an almost scary amount of attention to every word you spoke and every move you made while Omega bounced her gaze between the two of you like she was watching a very intense dejarik match. However, you were a professional, so you took it in stride. Omega was an amazing student, always respectful and responsible so you didn’t have to worry about having any awkward conversations with parents who were convinced their “perfect angel” couldn’t possibly have hit that little girl with a textbook. He did, by the way, not that they believed you.
The only time you were able to break the weird tension away from whatever was going on with the Fett family was when you brought up Omega’s project. She had been practically vibrating in her chair as you started talking about it, and when you asked her to grab it from her desk, she shot out of her seat like a blaster charge. Before you or Mr. Fett could caution her from literally sprinting in the classroom, she tripped over the leg of a chair, falling hard to the ground.
“Omega!” Mr. Fett was out of his chair just as fast as her. You rushed just behind him, kneeling by Omega who was clutching at her knee.
“I’m sorry!” Omega sniffled, tears in her eyes, “I shouldn’t have run.”
Mr. Fett blinked, slightly shocked, but you cut in before he could say anything.
“It’s not your fault, Omega.” You soothed the girl, “It’s Mr. Chair’s fault. Between you and me, Mr. Chair is a bitter old man, he trips me almost once a week!”
Omega giggled through the tears that built in her eyes, “Really?”
“Really.” You nodded sagely before fixing your attention to her knee, “Let’s take a look at that.”
You coaxed her into showing you her badly scraped and bleeding knee. “Stars, Mr. Chair, look what you did to Omega!” You glared at the chair, then gasped dramatically, “How dare you say that! Apologize right now!” Smiling sheepishly at Omega, as if you were embarrassed for the chair, you whispered, “He said sorry.”
“That’s okay, Mr. Chair, I’m sure it was an accident.” Omega was a smart kid, so it meant the world to you that she played along with your ridiculous fantasy.
Mr. Fett finally spoke up, “That looks pretty nasty, kid, maybe we should go get it checked out.” When his eyes moved from Omega to you, your mouth suddenly went dry and your brain decided to cease functioning. His eyes were full of intense passion and care, for Omega you assumed, and despite his hard demeanor, you could see his gaze soften. It took an embarrassing amount of time to realize he was hinting at their departure from the conference, and by extension, you.
“Oh, right.” You stammered, trying desperately to regain your professionalism after ogling at Omega’s brother, “I think the nurse has left by now, but maybe I could call her and see if she’s not too far? Wait no, that’s not fair for her, I could probably track down a janitor to open the office. I think Ward is still here, he owes me a favor. If not, I’m pretty handy with a hairpin, the lock can’t be that hard to pick, right? I should not have said that!”
Mr. Fett chuckled and even more of your brain activity packed up its bags to leave the scene. “That’s alright, you couldn’t possibly be the worst influence on her life.”
You laughed. Way too loud. “I need to keep bandages in here.” You blurted again, unable to stop this trainwreck of an interaction.
“For when Mr. Chair is mean again.” He joked. The weird tension was back. Mr. Fett kept your gaze under lock and key and Omega, while still clearly in pain, looked like a kid on Life Day.
This time, he broke it, glancing down at Omega awkwardly. “We should probably get you to Tech so he can bandage that.”
“Yes!” You rushed to the door, opening it for them. “Not that I want you to leave, but that’s probably for the best. Because of Omega’s knee, not because I don’t like you or anything. Not that I don’t like you! Omega’s great and I’m sure you are too–”
“We understand.” Mr. Fett saved you from yourself with a smirk, before leaving out the door. Omega sent you one last big grin as she passed you.
You sighed against the doorway, watching the two figures walk down the hallway until they turned the corner and left your field of vision. Breaking out of your trance, you noticed Mrs. Tenfrir raising a judging eyebrow at you. Your face burned as you quickly retreated into the safety of your classroom. The whole PTA was going to hear about this now.
Three weeks after the eventful parent-teacher conference night, you stood at the school gates greeting the children coming to school for the day. Frowning, you looked at your watch. It’s not like Omega to be late. Everyday, or at least everyday for the past three weeks, Omega arrives at school exactly 15 minutes before the day starts. Everyday, or at least everyday for the past three weeks, she gives you a slightly mischievous smile as she runs past you into the building. Everyday, or at least everyday for the past three weeks, you look up to see the oldest Mr. Fett already staring at you before catching himself and walking back in the direction he came from. He thought he hid his blush, but you could always see it. It was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, to see that Omega’s oldest brother had started bringing her to school. In the past, it had always been either Tech or Echo, both of which would always greet you warmly. However, their brother seemed to be content to admire you from a distance.
You weren’t stupid. As a younger teacher, there were plenty of single parents who flirted with you or, on some occasions, even boldly asked you out, but you always maintained a professional relationship with them. Yet, something was different about Mr. Fett. Maybe it was his dark and broody persona or the softness that he tried and failed to keep from showing through said persona, but you felt yourself looking forward to catching a glimpse of him every morning, exactly 15 minutes before the day started.
“Omega, we need to get going, you’re going to be late.” Hunter reminded his younger sister for the fifth time this morning.
Omega didn’t even pull her head out of the bush she was buried in, “I know, but I promise, this is the last one. Aha!”
Triumphantly, she held up a flower she had just wrestled from the ground, adding it to the growing bouquet in her other hand. Although it significantly slowed them down, Hunter found her determination to choose only “the most perfectly perfect-looking flowers for this mission” endearing.
“The only mission you should be focusing on is getting to school on time.” Hunter scolded, “If you’re late, you’re explaining yourself to your teacher.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to explain to her?” Omega teased, “Instead of just staring at her like normal?”
Hunter almost tripped over a rock. “I do not stare.”
“Do too.” Omega chided.
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“I’m watching to make sure you get in alright.” Hunter tried to maintain his dignity, but it was hard when he was arguing with a 13-year-old. Looking ahead, he was relieved to see that they were approaching the school gates.
Omega looked like she was going to continue arguing, but she cut herself off when she noticed you standing at the gates looking almost worried. Omega ran off, and upon seeing her, you smiled wide and called out. You were really pretty when you smiled. You were always pretty, in Hunter’s opinion, but whenever you smiled or laughed or joked with Omega, Hunter felt his heart skip several beats. He watched as Omega held out the flowers to you, presenting them in such a grand way, but then she whispered something in your ear and your eyebrows shot up. You looked at Hunter, a small blush spreading across your face as you took them, and Hunter felt his stomach drop. Sending Omega one last smile, you ushered her inside before approaching Hunter.
“Good morning, Mr. Fett,” you greeted him politely, “Thank you for the flowers.”
Hunter opened his eloquent mouth, “What?”
You giggled, raising an eyebrow, “Omega tells me that you picked these flowers for me?”
“Um, yes,” Hunter stammered, Omega’s antics finally making sense, “They just looked so beautiful, and so do you today, I mean, you look good most days–all days! You look nice all days, but today I just happened to be walking past all these flowers and I decided to get them… for you?”
“Well, thank you, again.” You started to turn away.
Don’t let her go! Hunter’s mind screamed at him. A voice blurted, “Would you want to get dinner sometime?” It took Hunter a second to realize that the voice was his own.
You froze, “Dinner?”
Hunter’s heart was pounding, “Yes.”
“With you?”
“Yes.”
“And no one else?”
“Yes.”
“Like a date?”
Hunter paused. He was too far deep now. If you hated him after this, he could always let his brothers handle all of Omega’s school events again. They’d probably be better at it anyways. “Yes?”
Silence fell between you both. Hunter’s eyes never left yours, but yours shifted around. He watched you ponder every angle of the decision you were about to make and, what felt like an eternity later, you locked your eyes back on his. “Yes.”
Hunter was sure he was dreaming. “Yes?”
“Yes.” You nodded, completely certain in your choice, “Does tomorrow night work? You could pick me up here around 6?”
“Yes.”
“Can you say anything other than ‘yes’?”
“Yes.” Hunter answered before he could think about it.
You laughed, “Well, I’ll see you then, Mr. Fett.”
“Please, call me Hunter.” He had meant to make it sound like a request, but it came out in a desperate beg.
“I have to go do my job, Hunter.” You teasingly chided and began to back away again, maintaining eye contact as long as you could. His name rolled off of your tongue like it was always meant to. Hunter never saw any particular beauty in his name, but the way it sounded coming from you made it seem like the most poetic word to be created.
For the next day and a half, Hunter was a mess. He tripped and fell down the ramp of the Marauder, he accidentally put salt in his coffee instead of sugar, he even mistook Gonky for a trash bin at some point. However, he wasn’t the only one acting odd. He caught Echo smirking to himself on more than one occasion. Tech kept bouncing between whispering to Omega and whispering to Cid, and Wrecker was being entirely too quiet.But none of that was on Hunter’s mind when he found himself sitting across from you at a restaurant. It was smaller, nice and quiet. He had heard Cid talking to AZI about it the other night, and it just turned out to be the perfect setting for this date.
“You clean up very nicely.” You broke the semi-awkward silence that had fallen since the two of you had been seated.
Hunter thought about how he had spent the better half of the day in the refresher preparing himself mentally and physically to meet you. He decided not to mention that. “You do too. I didn’t think you could have looked even more stunning, but I was wrong.” He practiced that line for almost 15 minutes.
You looked down at the table to hide your blush. Hunter could still see it, but he thought the gesture was cute. “Oh!” You snapped your head, eyes bright, “I almost forgot. I brought Omega’s project.”
“The one from the conference?” Hunter watched you root around in your bag until you pulled out a rolled up sheet of flimsy that looked like multiple smaller sheets hastily glued together.
“Yeah,” You started to unroll it, “The assignment was to make a family tree. Most kids just put mom, dad, brother, sister, maybe a tooka if they had one, but Omega was very determined to put every single one of her brothers.”
The paper was a mess. The family tree was less tree than it was a very, very long line, but it was filled, in Omega’s messy handwriting, of clone names. He saw Rex, Gregor, Cut and his family, and even some clones that she had only ever heard of like Fives, Wolffe, Waxer and Boil. There were even clones that Hunter had never met. And right in the middle, written the biggest, were five names: Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair. Hunter felt a lump begin to form in his throat. Omega had never known the Crosshair that the rest of them did. She only ever knew the man who ruthlessly chased them across the galaxy, trying to kill them, but she still thought of him as a brother. Enough to write his name on a family tree for a school assignment that would one day get lost, thrown away, or left behind. It was something so simple and insignificant, and it was going to make Hunter cry.
“She gave up her recess for three days straight to finish this project.” You spoke barely louder than a whisper. “I wanted to make sure you saw it since you couldn’t at the conference.”
Memories of the conference flooded Hunter’s mind. Admittedly, he hadn’t listened to what you were saying all that much, having been too focused on making sure he wasn’t actively drooling over you, but he recalled the way you soothed Omega.
“You’re really good with her.” Hunter cleared his throat to himself, “Sometimes I feel so out of my depth. Like I’m making a million and one mistakes and I can’t stop myself, but you do everything right with her.”
You blushed, just now realizing how closely he had actually watched you interact with his sister. “She’s an amazing kid, kind and selfless. I don’t think you realize how good of a job you’re actually doing with her. She couldn’t have a better brother.”
“Don’t let my other brothers hear that.” Hunter joked, trying to deflect the praise, “I would never have been able to calm her down like you did at the conference.”
“My mom used to do that.” You looked down at your lap, “Like Omega, I tended to think that I was responsible for things that were out of my control, and that’s how she helped me get past that. I always thought it was the funniest thing ever. Sometimes, I would purposefully hurt myself on things just to hear her scold them. She definitely knew when I did it on purpose, but I think it makes it all the more special that she would indulge me.”
You were pulled out of your memories by the sensation of something brushing your hand. Looking up, you saw that his hand had traveled across the table, his pinky brushing yours silently asking for permission. You turned your hand up, interlocking his fingers with yours.
Hunter opened his mouth, almost having to force the words out, “Can I kiss you?”
Your throat closed up, so all you could do was give a shy nod. The Kaminoans used to say that it took a team to raise an army. Hunter always felt that saying was a load of bantha droppings. What did they know about raising people with real thoughts and feelings? Now he realized they were sort of right. It took a team to raise a person, but most importantly, it took the right team. Not a team of the smartest doctors, most celebrated engineers, and ruthless bounty hunters, but a team of people who truly loved each other and worked together for each other’s benefit. As he started to lean into you and you to him, Hunter realized that maybe he wasn’t the wrong person to be raising Omega. Maybe he just wasn’t the only right person. Maybe he needed his brothers, and just maybe, he needed you. Hunter’s lips met yours and nothing had ever felt more right for him. And nothing would ever feel right again without you by his side. …
Omega came sprinting into Cid’s parlor. It was late, the only occupants of the room being Cid, her brothers, and AZI. They all looked at her in anticipation, waiting for her to relay information gathered from her stealth operation.
Beaming, she revealed the Mantell Mix she had been hiding behind her back. “Mission accomplished.”
A stunned silence fell for a beat, everyone processing that their work had paid off. Then the room erupted into cheers.
This fic is a gift for @miseries-mistress as a part of @cloneficgiftexchange‘s... clone fic gift exchange... (that sentence went a lot better in my head). Your dialogue prompt just screamed Hunter to me. I headcanon that he'd fall in love with someone after seeing them interact with Omega or Omega would love them before he did. I'm super excited to be able to post this for you to read, and I really hope you like it!
It was a lot of fun to participate in this fic exchange and write this. I have been looking for an excuse to start writing for the longest time and this exchange was the perfect opportunity! I am in love with the idea of Omega in a primary or elementary school, I think she'd be the best student to have. I also love the idea of Omega matchmaking all of her brothers. So, with those two ideas in mind, this fic was born! What was meant to be 800 words of Hunter being absolutely smitten with his daughter figure's teacher turned into 4k+ words of character analysis on him and Omega. Whoops. I hope yall enjoyed it!
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hopefuloverfury · 6 months
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ey yooooo are requests still open?? if so, what are the bachelor/ette's first impressions of the farmer? who do you think has a crush right off the bat and who takes a little longer to warm up to them?
They are open! I’ll let y’all know when they’re closed, but you can still send in requests regardless—I won’t delete any, but I have to wait until I have time to work through them. This got away from me, it’s so long, and I really wanted to do a bit for everybody, but the post is a monster so I'm going to make the bachelorette's a little later, if that's alright! It also fell a little more toward “How The Marriage Candidates Fall In Love With You,” so. Uh. Whoops? I hope you enjoy!
Bachelorettes are here.
This is super fluffy for some of them, others not so much, Shane is Shane, and Seb is Seb. There’s some little bits of dialogue here and there, but I didn’t go crazy, and I tried to stick to canon but also I did not stick to canon lmfao
Sam
Sam saw you on the first friday of spring, at the saloon
He thought you looked… pretty normal, actually
like, yeah sure, you had work boots caked with dried mud, and a backpack stuffed past-full with an assortment of busted up tools slung over your shoulder, but other than that, pretty normal
Besides, it wasn’t weird for people living on a farm to have a lot of tools, right?
He’s got the image of you seared into his brain for a few days afterward, but doesn’t talk about it with Seb and Abigail because they’re both weirdly touchy about the subject (more on that later)
Then you approach him at the egg festival to introduce yourself, and Sam’s curiosity grows that much more
Your boots are still filthy, your backpack is practically bursting at the seams, and he’s pretty sure he saw you drop at least 5000 gold on seeds at Pierre’s stand
He wants to talk to you more, but then Lewis starts the egg hunt, and for the first time since Sam moved to Pelican Town, Abigail loses—to you
Everyone is surprised, Abigail is bitter about it, Sam wishes he’d had the chance to talk to you again after the egg hunt was wrapped up, but he couldn’t find you
He’s even more taken aback when he hears about your stints in the mines to the north of town, because aren’t there monsters down there???? 
Not to mention you apparently have a nasty habit of falling asleep in town instead of at your farmhouse?? Where you should be sleeping?? Hello?????
Plus the acts of literal deforestation you’ve apparently been enacting outside of Seb’s house? (with robin’s permission, but still)
He is so confused
The flower dance rolls around
You don’t ask anyone to dance, but you do make your rounds, making sure to talk to everyone—even Clint and Mr. Mullner, and he’s especially surprised when he spots you talking to the homeless guy that lives behind Seb’s house
He’s interested to get to know you, but isn’t self-aware enough to examine the underlying intentions there
Over the course of your friendship, he starts feeling things he didn’t know he could
When you defend him with Lewis, when you take the blame for the egg incident—and when you arrive to the bus stop twenty minutes early for their gig in the city—even though you hate the city
You dressed up for the occasion, and Sam almost drops his guitar case in the dirt when he sees you
You help them load up their equipment into the bus, and Sam can’t stop looking at you
Asks to sit next to you during the drive
You share his earbuds and he shows their music to you
You both bob your heads to the beat, and your thighs are pressing together, but he's the only one who notices
He wants to hold your hand so bad
And then when he’s on stage, he’s got anxiety bubbling in his gut, but one look at you standing in the front row has him jumping headfirst into the set with a wild grin on his face
He catches you buying one of their band shirts and a CD from outside the venue
He gets breathless every time he sees you wearing it around town after that
You wear it when you hand him the bouquet, too, and he swears he could fall to his knees
Seb
He doesn’t like you
Even before you showed up, he didn’t like you
For weeks, you were all anyone could talk about
He couldn’t make it through one conversation without hearing about you, and it drove him nuts
He didn’t understand the allure, or the interest, and he was genuinely irritated every time you were mentioned
Like a song that you overplay so much that you end up hating it?
Yeah. exactly like that
When he meets you, he’s even more put off because he doesn’t understand you
He doesn’t understand why you’d leave the city to go to Pelican Town
He understands the allure of a gigantic swathe of land waiting to be claimed, but still. 
Pelican Town???
Also weirded out by how eager you are to make friends, and the first time you gift him a quartz crystal, he doesn’t know how to react—mainly he’s just afraid about how you knew he liked them because he knows for a fact that he's never told you
But even though you make him uncomfortable at first, he’s not going to be outright rude to you or go out of his way to be a dickhead
And honestly, you’re still nice
You’re weird, and he’s never seen the land around his house so devoid of trees before, but that’s really as far as his opinion goes
his mother isn’t stressing nearly as much about bills anymore due to your commissions, so he’s kind of glad about that
But you’re so different from him, and he’s pretty committed to getting the hell out of pelican town, so what does it matter? He’s not going to be around for long enough to make a real friend out of you
Oh, Sebby
He immediately changes his tune the first time you give him sashimi
It was surprising that you didn’t make up a story or give an excuse for it, either
You waltzed into his room like you owned the place, waited until he was finished with work (which was… a new experience for him) and set the container on his corner shelf
“You like sashimi, so I made this for you. Tell me what you think. Have a good day, Seb.” and you smiled at him, and maybe you didn’t notice the way his ears flushed bright red, or maybe you were just too nice to point it out
And it was good sashimi
It wasn’t a special occasion, it wasn’t a prank, and he was dead confused because you’d only exchanged a few hellos and stilted conversations that altogether totaled a grand three minutes, so he had no idea how you knew again
Worked up the courage to ask
Everything clicked into place when you told him that his mother and half-sister mentioned it to you
And then he was stuck with the knowledge that you talked about him to other people—that you even asked about him
You’re respectful of his time and boundaries, you speak kindly to him, show an interest in his hobbies, and he’s amassed a small collection of frozen tears and quartz crystals lined on his shelves
He orders stands for every last one, dusts them all regularly, and when you give him an obsidian stone, he starts carrying it around with him in his pocket, just because
He fights with himself for months before he can admit to himself that he has a crush on you
Definitely has that “oh no” moment lmao
Can’t look at you for a little while, but once he gets over that, he can’t stop looking
Takes longer to admit it to anyone else, and doesn’t intend to admit it to you
You throw a wrench in that plan eventually :)
Alex
We all know he finds you attractive right off the bat
Which—obviously, why wouldn’t he? (<3)
But unlike Shane, for example, he’s readily kind and eager to talk to someone other than his grandparents or Haley
He might be attracted to you, but he’ll try his best not to let that color his interactions as much
There are moments where he slips up, but there’s no negative intentions there
And because he knows himself, he figures whatever mini-crush he’s developing will eventually go away
When it doesn't, he gets really down on himself
Starts thinking about you constantly, and rethinking all of your interactions so far
Kind of ashamed of how he treated you
You’ve always been so kind to him, and so supportive of his goal to go pro
But he’s never really… reciprocated that
It takes him a long while to work up the courage to apologize
He wishes he didn’t do it while in the middle of a workout, but the moment felt right otherwise
It helped that it was just you and him, because you’re so damn popular with the rest of the town that he can rarely get a moment alone with you
And just like he figured you would, you accept his apology without any fanfare, and then turn right around and encourage him again
He’s got hearts in his eyes, trust
His crush builds over the course of months, and the moment it’s solidified is when you catch him on the beach, reminiscing about his mother
You don’t judge him for his tears, and even though you laugh when he asks you to keep it under lock and key, the sound is bright in his ears like wind chimes
And you still kept his secret
Alex is gone on you from that moment, 100%
You’re kind, and attractive, and you treat him so well it almost makes him feel insecure
When he’s working at the ice cream stand during the summer, there are plenty of times where he’s almost scooped out of the wrong tray because he was busy thinking about you
He’s never felt this way about anyone
All of his crushes have been super shallow in the past, but this is different
They were all physical, but he fantasizes about living on the farm with you, and wonders what kind of partner you’d be on the regular
Sticks his face in the freezer when his thoughts veer into less innocent territory (he thought about how you might like to kiss him)
Haley makes fun of him about it lmfao
Y’all don’t figure your shit out until year two, probably during the dance of the moonlight jellies
You ask him to watch them with you, and with the glow of the ocean illuminating your face, you hand him the bouquet
He accepts it (duh) and tries to play it cool, but he’s cheesing for the rest of the night
Elliott
Sees you fishing on the beach after an early morning spent in the mines
He walks out of his cabin to stretch his legs after a long night sitting at his writing desk
He’s only been in Pelican Town for a year himself, but he notices a new face right off the bat
You’ve got your legs hanging off the edge of the pier, fishing rod in hand, and two buckets next to you (one for bait, the other for your catches)
Elliott knows you’re the new farmer immediately
Though he’s not entirely sure why a farmer would need a sword, or a shoulder guard
He’s not intending to introduce himself to you, but when you look up and lock eyes with him, there’s a sudden tug in his chest
He believes in soulmates, I’ll just say that
Then you wave at him and smile, and he walks up without thinking about it
You take your fishing rod out of the water and set it aside, getting up to introduce yourself, and Elliott is fond of you already
Anyone who prioritizes the person they’re speaking to is going to be very attractive to him
And because Elliott’s a little sensitive, he tends to take it the wrong way when the person he’s speaking to doesn’t give him their full attention
One of my personal hcs is that he came from a rich family that never paid any real attention to him or valued his input
So when you give that to him without a second thought, he knows he’ll get along with you just fine
He’s curious about you in the beginning, but that’s as far as allows himself to take it
He thinks of you as a friend, or at least he tries to
Maybe it was the way the sunlight streaming through his windows caught your eyes as you inspected his struggling rose, or maybe it was the soft smiles you gave him when he would find crabs in his shirt pocket, but he’s constantly catching himself thinking about you
He plays it cool for the most part
But then you gift him a bottle of squid ink, mentioning how you noticed his stock getting low during your last visit, and the gears in his head make a funny noise
During the long process of writing his book, there were many times he was cemented in place by his writer’s block
But when his brisk walks through town and his piano breaks weren’t enough to spark inspiration, even a short conversation with you was enough for his fingers to twitch
You make him enjoy his art again, and he doesn’t care if someone notices the similarities between you and the protagonist of his book
Finally embraces it and dedicates his book to you
He knows he’s probably being so obvious about his feelings, but your face flushes brightly when he tells you during his reading at the library
If I’m honest, I don’t think he’s actually capable of having crushes on people
He feels everything so deeply that he might just fall straight into the ‘smitten’ category, but he swears that something about you is different
When you hand him the bouquet, he doesn’t blame fate, or any cosmic forces
None of them hold a candle to your power over him, anyway
Shane
We know how this guy is
Or rather, we know how he acts
He’s not at all curious, and he would rather you leave him alone entirely, but it’s not because he hates you or anything
He just doesn’t know you
But most everyone in town looks at him with pity, and he can’t stand another person looking at him like that
He’d rather you just not like him at all, so at least your expression will be different
Except you’re a persistent little shit
Every request he sticks on the board outside Pierre’s will be completed within the first few hours of the day, and he knows every time that it’ll be you, with whatever he’s asked for in your hands and an eager smile on your face
You always make time to talk to him, you smile at him on your way to whatever it is you get up to in your free time, and he’s pretty sure you’ve spent a small fortune on pizza and beer for him at the saloon
You laugh at his jokes, you listen to him rant about Morris and shitty customers without a shred of complaint—you make him feel like he’s actually worth listening to
The first time he’s properly mean to you is when he’s on his way to work
He’s finally accepted that you want something to do with him, and you’re tentative friends now, so it isn’t on purpose, but it’s still his fault
It’s cold outside, he hasn’t had a drink in two days, and he can’t drink before work if he wants to keep his job, so his withdrawals are bad
The wounded look on your face when he snaps at you swims behind his eyelids for his whole shift
He’s fighting tears back for the rest of the day, and his self-talk is the worst it’s been in a long time
He’s convinced he’s driven you away for good, and while part of him is almost glad that he’s managed to do it, the other, much louder part of him, is breaking apart because he’s really and truly fucked up with you
He’s at the saloon that night, already two beers in, when you waltz in
He makes eye contact with you out of habit, and your smile falters, just a bit
He feels like shit immediately, and looks down into his pint
For the first time he realizes that having you hate him feels infinitely worse than how it would if you pitied him
But with that knowledge, he reserves himself to his fuck-up
Even though he knows he should apologize, because that’s the right thing to do, he figures it’d be better for you if he just kept to himself and left you be
Until you plop down on the stool next to him at the bar, with a drink of your own
“Hey, grumpy. Do you feel like tolerating some company now?”
Stares at you in surprise for what feels like a minute before he stares into his pint again, squinting and trying to find anything wrong with it
You chuckle at him and guide him into setting down his beer
“No one spiked your drink, knucklehead, it’s me”
Was convinced that you’d want nothing to do with him, but then you order a pizza for the two of you, and he’s struck clean through by how… normal you’re being about him
Apologizes while you’re waiting for your food, and asks pretty bluntly why you’d still want to talk to him after that morning
“I figured you were just in one of your moods,” you shrug, taking a long drink from your glass, “Besides, I’ve had my moments, too. It’d be pretty hypocritical of me to get on your ass about it. But I forgive you, so quit beating yourself up about it, yeah?”
Probably doesn’t believe you’re capable of any “moments” because you’re always busting your ass to be the kindest you can possibly be
He used to think it was weird, and probably took you as the manipulative type when you first arrived, because you gave gifts and started conversations undeterred, desperate to win affection
But looking at you right then, he finally figures it out—that that’s just you
Maybe you do want everyone to like you, but your interactions with everyone have never been shallow
His chest gets tight, and he sets down his pint. He doesn’t intend on finishing it, because his vision is blurring around the edges, and he really wants to remember your conversation
Usually you’d ask him about how his shift went—if Morris was an annoying prick again, but he beats you to it while you’re in the middle of a sip 
“Tell me about your day?”
The surprise coloring your features makes him feel guilty, but he shoves that aside in favor of listening to you talk
He didn’t know you went into the mines as frequently as you did, and he has no idea what the hell a “skull cavern” is, but he hangs on every word
You both walk home together, dropping him off at Marnie’s as you go, and he flops into bed with his head swimming and a dopey smile on his face
He wakes up the next day with a hangover, but he’s off work, and he’s still got the image of your smile tattooed on his brain
“Fuck.”
Y’all he’s so dumb
Harvey
You have this man stressed out from day one, and it takes him longer than the others to realize his feelings—or develop them (longer than Shane, too. Wild isn’t it?)
He’s a little impressed with your complete lack of anxiety about most things
He’s been the valley doctor for years now, but he still doesn’t have a very personal relationship with most of the townies
But you moved in three months ago and you’re already on your way to being besties with half of the town
The only thing he’s not sure about is your apparent lack of self-preservation instincts
You’ve passed out in every part of the valley at least once, and he’s treated several broken bones and serious injuries of yours by the time summer rolls around
he’s worried about you—as the valley doctor, he practically holds everyone’s lives in his hands, and there are patients that he’s lost in the past and can’t forget about
So making sure everyone is taking care of themselves is already nerve-wracking enough without throwing someone like you in the mix
You, who can’t go one week without some incident happening
He’s started up a tentative friendship with Marlon up at the guild, if only for the many times he’s carried you down to the clinic with varying level of injuries littering your skin
But you’re aware of the stress you bring him, and over time, you start improving
You get better at defending yourself in the mines, and he hasn’t found you passed out in front of someone’s porch in at least two months
That doesn’t sound like a long time, but given your track record, it’s impressive
And you’ve made a habit out of bringing him a coffee twice a week as a silent apology/thank you
He appreciates the caffeine, and your efforts to not stress him out
And during your check-up, he’s surprised to find that you’re actually—all things considered—pretty healthy
You bashfully admit that you’ve been trying to take better care of yourself so he doesn’t have to worry, and even though there’s no way he won’t worry, he appreciates it nonetheless
He properly realizes his feelings when you watch the plane fly overhead together
You’ve got your head poked out his apartment window, trying to catch a glimpse of the plane
He’s watching you carefully, making sure you don’t lean too far out, when it hits him
He’s not sure why, but you’ve got the sun shining on your face as you squint through your fingers to look at the sky, and the smile on your face when you spot the plane is brilliant
His breath leaves him in a silent gasp, and he doesn’t really care that he doesn’t get to take a good look at the plane, because he’d rather look at you
Over-explains his model planes to keep you around longer, but thinks about it for days afterward
Can’t stop thinking about how you looked, listening to him talk with your full attention
He doesn’t have many friends, and no one has ever shown a real and true interest in his hobbies—most people have found him dorky for it, but not you
He can tell the model of a plane based on the shadow of it in the sky and the sound of its motor, and you never fail to point one out and ask him which one it is
The glee on your face when he picks it out easily will never fail to make him smile
For what feels like the first time in his life, he can impress someone
His family is full of successful people: lawyers, musicians, a few unsavory cousins of his have turned to politics, and there’s more than a few pilots as well. Him being a doctor was never impressive to the people around him growing up—it was expected
He didn’t get much praise, forever overshadowed by everyone else in his family
Fake praise grinds his gears, but he knows it’s never anything but the truth when it comes from you
And the fact that it comes from you, who took up the mantle of your grandfather and turned the farm around from its steady decay and deterioration with your bare hands?
His confidence always jumps a level or two when you compliment him, because if you like him and think he’s cool, then he must be, you know?
A few weeks later, when he sees you standing outside the clinic through the window, he’s a little confused
He’s pretty sure you’ve already given him his caffeine for the week, but when he walks out to ask you what’s up, he sees the bouquet in your hands
He’s your doctor, and because he’s your doctor, he knows the blush on your cheeks and the scattered eye contact isn’t indicative of anything but nerves
You’re both practically steaming with how hard you’re blushing, and he gently takes the bouquet out of your hands
He doesn’t mind that he didn’t get to be a pilot. If he had, he doesn’t think he would’ve met you, and with the scent of flowers in his nose and your image etched into his memory, there’s nothing he’d hate more aw you guys are so cute
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crystalsamethyst · 3 months
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I have let myself be extremely vulnerable recently and I don't know if it's something people really care about but I'm going to talk about it.
The fact that I've been sharing the whole picture of who I am across several platforms is something I never thought I'd be able to do. There has been so much embarrassment and shame in my personal life over me writing fanfiction and latching on to series that I could barely even admit it out loud even though it was my entire sense of self. I couldn't talk about what I was writing. I couldn't share it. Even if people were genuinely interested, I'd have a panic attack thinking their perception of me would be altered and I'd lose everything.
Sharing what I write is extremely difficult because on one hand, it's a part of me, but on the other hand, there are things I have to incorporate for the stories that don't represent me at all and I'm terrified of people coming to the wrong conclusions about who I am as a person. Even if the writing is 100% aligned with what I wanted for it, that still doesn't mean it's always who I am or what I like or approve of for real life.
I also never thought of myself as a 'real writer' until I finished my own original book since fanfiction 'doesn't count' (in my irl world).
My username on fanfiction sites is different than the ones I share things about my actual life on and it will probably stay that way. It always felt like such a disconnect but I intended to stay anonymous, post what I wanted to, and not get found by a select few people who seemed to be able to find and shame me wherever I went (still found me on some of the sites but by then they didn't hold power over me at least)
So recently, I've been linking my work which is on AO3 under the same username I use for all sites I've posted fanfics on. I've even put direct links to my AO3 in some of my online profiles. There's a lot of my old work out there that I don't want to be represented by but someone liked it so I'm not going to take them down.
This is a very vulnerable process for me, admitting that I am a person and here is what I like and here is what I write. It might take a while until I'm comfortable sharing everything I wanted to post, but if I eventually do, I really hope people won't come after me for it (super unlikely scenario but, anxiety). I'm not scared of online hate, but I'm terrified of losing the respect and friendships of those I've connected with even if there is nothing even 'socially' wrong with the stories.
I really appreciate the support I've gotten so far. Especially with the TGCF community. I've had to learn a lot on my own since I started posting things like 13 years ago, and I'm still figuring out AO3 and learning new terms. I sometimes feel like a new young fan just now learning how the internet works.
I've been isolated a lot of my life and have several mental health issues plus autism so I'm super knowledgeable in some areas but completely in the dark in others that might seem incredibly obvious and commonly known, and it's the same for fandoms and websites. (I've actually been apparently using Tumblr wrong this whole time too for the like system. I've been using it mostly as bookmarks or read laters. Whoops.)
On a lesser note, I also never imagined I would start drawing again. I actually used to be pretty good at it but again, was shamed and ridiculed for a lot and compared to others so I stopped for a really long time. I'm glad I can share it without being tooooo embarrassed anymore.
It means a lot to me to be so supported, and I would tag a few of you specifically but I don't want you guys to feel called out. But please know that your support and enthusiasm means the world to me and I appreciate and care about you very much. Thank you for helping me feel safe while I'm letting myself be vulnerable.
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kandidandi · 10 months
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*aheemheem* astronomer wip ? astronomer wip even tho im now v anxious abt sending this and second-guessing myself whoops (also jus for funsies Sun calls you Sunshine and Moon calls you Starlight, bc im avoiding use of 'y/n' in writing this. never written y/n fics before tbh) Numbly, you wonder how you got to this point. The day had been going well, you were studying a new cluster of stars Sun had found while playing with the telescope, and you were in the middle of rambling about how star clusters formed (at Sun's request) when you felt yourself getting extremely tired. "...nshine? Suuuuunshine? Hey, are you okay? You've gone quiet" Shaking your head, you look over at him, giving him the fakest smile ever. "Yeah, I'm good. Just... thinking." He smiles softly at you, making that weird fluttery feeling in your chest swell again, and laughs. "Sure, okay, I believe you. However..." He gives you a smug little look, and you groan, knowing what that means. "Moon does not. So! He said as soon as the sun sets, he's making you go to bed, regardless of what time it is." [idk somethin happens here but brain said cant write rn] And then here you were. Hardly able to keep your eyes open, carried downstairs by a blue menace who insisted you needed 'proper sleep.' Ridiculous, you could totally stay up a little later... You yawned. Fuck. Guess you were headed to bed, then. the ending feels incomplete and will probably be added to later but yeh ! here's the thing ! hope you enjoyed it kandibird :D i had fun writing jus this much, and am very excited to finish it and revise anything if needed (lmk if anything feels off, or needs adjusting to character personalities or anythin !! i wanna make it as accurate as possible :3 )
wuaah! i love this omg aa
the only thing out of place would be the carrying down part (y/n doesnt like being picked up by people they dont trust a bunch) but the context is of y/n being super duper sleepy so its ok haha
thank you for sharing sorry if my other ask answer made you upset i literally just woke up and wasnt thinking right lolol
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kingsofeverything · 9 months
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My dramione loving ass is definitely down for some famous/famous Tom Felton Emma Watson if you’re still willing to share! I hope it involves a skateboard board ride because that Instagram post STILL haunts me
omggggggggg ok so the plan does definitely include that and the famous jeep pic but i haven't written it. so far it's just pretty much a carbon copy of the interview where emma's like "oh yeah i had a crush"
funnyish story, but i was thinking of trying to combine this with my other famous/famous wip where harry's a dick lol but i haven't put much thought into it. anyway here it is!
Traffic in LA is maddening. Louis sighs as he finally pulls into his garage, exhausted from a long week on set. Adjusting to the drive is rough. Maybe Zayn was right and he should pay a driver so he can nap on the ride home. 
At least the weather’s nice. As he’s done every day since moving to California, Louis strips out of his clothes, pulls on a pair of trunks, and dives into the pool in his backyard. He swims laps until his arms and legs feel like noodles, then lifts himself up on the side of the pool and sits there catching his breath. After shaking some of the water from his hair, and tipping his head side to side to clear it from his ears, he climbs to his feet and wraps a towel around his waist. 
On the way to the shower, he checks his phone, finding a text from Niall telling him to watch Graham Norton—which he always records. As soon as he’s washed and dried and dressed again in his softest sweatpants, he turns on the television, but before the show can start, Niall calls again. 
Rolling his eyes, Louis answers, “Neil?”
“Lewis.” Niall scoffs and asks, “Skip ahead to Harry's bit.”
“What?”
“Graham Norton. Harry’s on. Skip ahead to his interview.”
“Harry?”
“Styles.”
“Oh!” Louis chuckles quietly, and fast forwards while he talks. “Thought you meant Prince Harry. Harry Styles. Haven’t seen him in— There he is.” Beautiful. He’s grown into his features and he’s cut his hair, but he’s still obviously Harry. 
“Right, mate. Talk to you later,” Niall says, and hangs up before Louis can say goodbye. 
Louis frowns at his phone, but turns up the volume to listen to Harry's interview.
“Does it bother you? Still being asked about the Super Series?”
Shaking his head, Harry replies, “No. Not at all, actually. I wouldn’t be here if not for those movies. And I know they’re… They're important to a lot of people in a lot of ways. They’re important to me. If, in twenty, fifty, a hundred years I’m remembered for playing a teenage superhero, I’d be thrilled. Happy to be remembered at all, actually.”
“That’s a good way to look at it.” Graham smirks and, “Just one more thing about it then. You’ve said that the Super Series was pivotal for you with regards to your sexuality. Is this because of the fans and the, erm… shipping?”
Louis sits back on his couch, watching as Harry laughs and shakes his head. They haven’t seen each other in years. After the movie series wrapped, they were all off doing their own thing—different movie projects, television shows, guest spots, magazines, charities. Liam even moved back to Wolverhampton and worked as a volunteer firefighter, though that was kept secret for the few months he did it, so none of the fans would become arsonists in an effort to meet their favorite superhero. But the boys all kept in touch, except for Harry. He disappeared completely from Louis’ life, and until a few years ago, he thought Harry just didn’t want to be connected to the movie series or his co-stars. Turns out he just didn’t want to be connected to Louis. 
“Nothing to do with shipping, no. I was very young when we first started, you know. But I think everyone remembers their first crush, don’t they? Only I’d never thought about it. We were a few weeks into filming and I quite suddenly had a crush on a boy.” The audience whoops and hollers and Harry frowns, but clears his expression immediately. “I didn’t know I was gay at the time, so it was a bit jarring. At first I thought I just wanted to be him, so I tried.”
“Oh. Been there, mate.” 
“Yeah. Bought myself a skateboard and helmet and knee pads and everything. Would’ve cut my hair like his, but it was in the contracts that we had to keep the same hairstyle.”
Louis leans forward, studying the telly as if that will help him understand what Harry is talking about. 
Graham Norton laughs. “A skateboarder? I’m sure the fans have probably figured this out already, but enlighten me.”
“Oh, sorry,” Harry says, covering his face with his hands. “I had a horrible crush on Louis Tomlinson. For the first few films actually. It was terrible.”
“Oh, no. Did Louis know you had this crush on him?”
“Oh, yeah. It was obvious. It was so obvious. Everyone knew. I asked him to teach me to skateboard. He was always so sweet—nothing like a villain in real life—and he did try to teach me, but I was hopeless.”
Louis sits there blinking at the screen. He remembers it then—little Harry, a Harry that was shorter than Louis was, with round cheeks and out of control hair stuffed under a helmet. Aside from tutors, the studio had to provide them all with things to do in their down time, and he had begged for a half-pipe. They’d settled with letting him skateboard in the back lot with a few small ramps as long as he promised to practically wrap himself in protective gear. He and Zayn spent most of their free time out there. And Harry joined them once or twice, pushing himself along on his brand new board while keeping one foot a half-inch off the ground. Louis tried to show him how to tick-tack, but as soon as Harry got both feet on the board, he panicked, jumped off, and that was that. He stopped coming around. But Harry hadn't had a crush on him. Or at least, it wasn’t as obvious as he seemed to think it was. Louis had no idea. Besides, they were children. 
He tries to tune in and listen to the rest of the interview. Harry talks passionately about his charity work and what he’s doing in the UK involving LGBTQ+ youth. But Louis’ mind keeps drifting back to the almost decade long working relationship they had while filming the Super Series, wondering when the crush faded, and when Harry decided that Louis wasn’t worth keeping around for even friendship, especially since he talks of their past so fondly. Finally, he gives up and turns the telly off, calling Niall again.
Niall doesn’t answer with a greeting, just says, “Harry and Louis sitting in a tree—”
“Shut up, Ni. I had no clue about any of that. Did you?”
“Nah. But it’s Harry. He flirted with everyone before he knew what flirting was. Think it’s just his personality.”
“Well, thanks for the heads up. I’m sure that’ll be a talking point when I’m on the Late Show next week.”
When he goes to New York for The Tonight Show, it’s the first thing Jimmy asks him about and all Louis can do is tell the truth. No, he didn’t know about Harry’s crush, but they were practically babies back then. All he remembers is being worried about his hair and his spots and whether he’d get any taller. 
He fields the question at all of the other interviews to promote his new show, and by the time James Cordon asks him about it, he’s tired of the question. Unlike the other repetitive talking points, this one starts to bother him and a part of him wants to respond to Cordon’s follow up about whether he and Harry have discussed it with the truth. Which is that they haven’t spoken in years. But he knows that would only lead to more drama and more questions and he’s not up for that. Thankfully, Late Late is the last stop on his short promo tour. 
On the way home in the back seat of the car he hired for the day, his phone rings. An unknown number. Of course, he dismisses the call, but they leave a voice message, and as soon as he sees the beginning of the transcript, he listens to it. 
“Heyyyy this is Harry Styles. Wanted to apologize for the trouble I caused you. Call me if you can.”
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strawberrisoulmate · 2 months
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psst. you should share the wedding reception dance scenario :3c
wahhhhhh, you're really gonna make me type all that out, huh >///< (this ended up being super long, so i'll put it under a cut)
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so basically... i had been thinking a bit about how both luck and hanna would be at yours and claire's wedding. obviously.
claire grew up with the gandors and is considered their adopted brother, so of course they'd be there to support him on his wedding day. hell, i could maybe even see the gandor brothers (+ firo) being his groomsmen with luck potentially even being his best man. regardless, they'd definitely be there. and, since the two of our inserts are such good friends, she would absolutely be there as a guest to the bride (you! uwu)
with all of that said, i can imagine a scenario where our inserts are chatting together and enjoying the wedding reception. there's music pouring out from the stage where the band that claire absolutely hired with his assassin money is and everyone is having a great time drinking and dancing and laughing together.
across the room, luck is observing the party from a distance, sipping his glass of champagne as he watches his brothers dance with their wives from the sidelines. isaac and miria are drinking and laughing loudly with a few of the other guests while firo practically trips over his own feet trying to ask ennis to dance. it's all good fun. he's never been one for dancing himself, but he's perfectly happy to enjoy the atmosphere where everyone else is having a great time around him. it isn't until a flash of red hair and a bright, coy smile comes into view that luck's attention is pulled from the center of the room, followed quickly by an arm being thrown over his shoulder before he has a chance to dodge it.
"luck! whatcha doin' all the way over here? there's a party going on, ya know, and you're over here brooding and drinking all by yourself?"
"i'm not brooding. just enjoying the music from a distance, is all."
"oh, come on! let loose once in a while, will ya? keith and berga both brought their wives along and you didn't even bother to bring a plus one? it's my wedding, remember? you should get out there and dance with someone at least!"
"you know i don't dance. and i don't need a plus one. i'm perfectly content to be here on my own. shouldn't you be with your wife right now?"
"yeah, i'm about to go find her. but still, just do me this one favor. grab yourself a doll to dance just one song with and i'll die a happy man. well, i won't die, but you get the picture. look, there's a cute one right over there. bet she wouldn't turn ya down if you asked her."
"i told you, i don't need to—"
"whoops, gotta go. i think i hear my wife callin' me~"
and with that, he spins on his heel and rushes off back into the crowd.
cut back to our inserts talking before we are promptly interrupted by claire. "pardon the interruption, miss, but i'm gonna be stealin' her away for a little while," he says before taking your hand and practically sweeping you off your feet with a twirl. as he's whisking you away, he sends a glance over his shoulder and is like “oh, and i’ve already taken care of payin’ you back for the advice ya gave me a while back. you can thank me later 👋” and then pulls you along to dance.
for a moment, hanna is confused and just standing there with a blank expression. paying her back? what did he mean by that? she wonders to herself before her thoughts are sharply cut off by the silhouette of a figure coming into view. she looks up at the person with curiosity before her eyes meet those of luck gandor. a man she'd met on occasion and had spoken to once or twice, but they hadn't had many opportunities to converse all that deeply. before she can ask him if he needs anything from her, he speaks up and asks her if she would like to dance.
huh? a dance? with me?
immediately, her cheeks begin to heat up and she pauses, stunned silent for a couple of seconds before she fumbles out a modest — and slightly awkward — "s-sure. i'd be honored" before reaching out and taking his hand.
as they make their way towards the dance floor, hanna looks around the room, catching your eye as you dance with your new husband and gives you a confused look, only to be met with a surprised grin back. luck's feet stop, making hanna stumble a bit behind him, before he turns back to her. the hand that had been in hers moved to her waist, resting against her lower back and the girl could feel her face heating up even warmer than before. for a moment, she hesitates, but ultimately follows his lead and steps closer, moving one hand to land daintily on his shoulder while the other gently rests in his free hand.
as they begin to move, stepping and swaying to the music, hanna's eyes fall to the floor, watching her feet in an attempt to both make sure she doesn't accidentally step on his as well as to avoid the piercing gaze that she could feel staring holes into her. she'd never danced with anyone, and much less been this close to any man before, so she was sure that her nerves were very clearly shining through.
"you know, i think you're supposed to look at the person you're dancing with."
"a-ah… i'm sorry."
"you seem nervous."
"well, i've never… i mean, nobody has ever asked me to dance before."
he chuckles softly.
"well, i've never asked anyone to dance before, so i suppose there's a first for everything."
the girl quietly squeaks with embarrassment, but something about hearing that makes her incredibly happy. she forces her eyes to look up at him and he's gazing back down at her with a charming smile that made her heart harshly skip a beat.
"i suppose i'll follow your lead then, mr. luck."
a nervous giggle escapes her as she quickly corrects herself.
"excuse me— i mean mr. gandor."
"hm, luck is fine. you can drop the "mister", too. makes me feel old."
"a-alright…"
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and that's pretty much it.
they continue to dance until the song ends and then part ways, but oh man, does hanna now have some feelings to sort through ahah.
she spends the entire rest of the evening in a daze as she replays it over and over in her head and continues to find herself daydreaming about his pretty eyes and his charming smile and the way he held her as they danced and the tingling feeling left on her fingers from how they felt against his hand.
she was already a hopeless romantic before, but now she's absolutely down bad 😂
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rhenuvee · 1 year
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Hello, how are you doing? i saw your 400 follower event and wanted to participate lol. The genshin team HCs sounds so fun.
I have many genshin teams, but the one i use the most frequent ever since sumeru came out is;
Raiden Shogun, Kazuha, Zhongli, and Tighnari. (Zhontli is a proud owner of the white tassel...)
Im curious as to what sort of HCS you'd come up with those, since they are mostly the silent types. If I were to be specific, I lile goofy/friendship headcanons. Im looking forward to your respond!
Please dont push yourself if you are busy or overwhelmed. Take care <3
Hi I'm doing well (but I'm super busy D:). I'm glad you think the team HCs are fun! I'm not sure if anyone else has done them already but I wanted to try something unique for an event. Thank you for sending something in!
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I must say, your team seems very respectful
Your team is the best at exploration and research
And by that I mean, when there's a problem, commission, etc that's difficult, they can solve it quickly without too much hassle or too much fighting (though ofc, a meteor to the face can solve it just as fast)
Raiden and Kazuha- again a little awkward because of the whole vision hunt decree but they're able to put their differences aside
Kazuha and Tighnari are lowkey fascinated with how much knowledge Zhongli possesses (Raiden: i WonDeR wHy)
Raiden and Zhongli already know each other so they're like ... just blinking at each other, but quickly warm up again to each other
The team bonds the most over relaxing conversations while having a nice meal (omg I know it sounds boring but STUDY SESSIONS that sounds cute to me)
Just imagine it- Zhongli and Raiden telling stories over some tea while Kazuha and Tighnari prepare their special dishes to share
Raiden subtly (but not really) thinking about Tighnari's ears "Hmm, they kind of remind me of Miko's..." "...who is this Miko?"
Kazuha likes listening to/reading Tighnari's notes (listens intensely on the mushroom chapter, doesn't want to accidentally eat a mushroom that makes him go whoop-dee-doo like a certain cocktail)
In return, Tighnari wants ALL info of Inazuma botany from Kazuha (Kazuha has never talked so much in his life)
Tighnari at first is intimidated by Raiden, but later realizes... oh... she's a lot more normal than he thought
Zhongli offers to be a tour guide if they ever decide to travel to Liyue
Do you think Kazuha and Tighnari know that Zhongli is the Geo archon? They're smart + Raiden already knows him... I'll leave that up to you.
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cloudninetonine · 1 year
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*passes on by awkwardly and tiredly, downs yet another coffee thermos like a shot then salutes* Hi, just passing on by to wish you a nice insert time of day here and existence, and to deliver some more Seraph/Fia stuff while I'm coherent again (definitely going to compile all my headcanons and theories on him later on in my blog, but that's reserved for when I feel less like existence is jail and unfortunately I'm on life sentence without bail xP):
So, to clarify on the Cú Chulainn thing, a bit of irish myth/lore for ye, Cú Chulainn basically had this really volatile rage mode called The Riastrad, which is symbolically basically all the worst aspects of a warrior aka the opposite of chivalry, the violence, the brutality etc, and could basically decimate anyone on his path while remaining fully coherent (plus there was a lot of shapeshifting going down, blame the mix of giant/godly/fae blood on him), and he was also unfairly durable, given it took someone breaking his vows on not eating dog meat, technically a prophecy AND the curse of The Morrigan aka Death herself to fully down him, and even STILL before going down the man used his own entrails to tie himself to a rock and someone only had the courage to approach once a raven landed on his shoulders to confirm he was dead and then his corpse slashed the guys arm off.
I'm not kidding here, his corpse.
What I'm getting at is that I kind of headcanon he was probably ridiculously durable like that due to a mix of Zonai/Gerudo upbringing and his own magic, maybe he could go in a minor berserk stage like a downgrade from what the Fierce Deity as a mask did to Time? Again, as a downgrade, not nearly as strong but still fairly terrifying because he probably won't stop until his target is dead. He had to have survived after his original arm was cut off to get the one in TOTK because his was likely corrupted somehow, and something tells me that unless Zelda can suddenly regrow limbs that it was waaaay out of Una's depth of expertise. Also adding to the Vessel theory I can totally see him suddenly switching with Wild in a backseat kind of situation if he's unconscious and going into that mode to defend him, though it probably takes a lot to snap him out of it and to allow control to slip back to Wild, or it's his magic doing most of the piloting, following the motions of when it was whole but mostly acting on instinct (I'll get to that).
Plus I find it personally funny that maybe the reason Wild breaks weapons so much is probably a mix of Twilight having Ganon's Triforce of Power and it somehow got passed down and just because Fia ALSO had a problem with breaking weapons until he finally got his Zonai magic under control, Wild breaks so many because he doesn't know he's a Zonai and thay he should probably train for that, also he's probably the reason Wild can genetically survive half the shenanigans he gets into and he more or less encourages him and Calamity to go feral as long as they're smart about it, to Twilight's ire hence the custody battles, it's like watching a grandfather and a parent arguing about the best method to raise a kid since Seraph/Fia is closer in the timeline to Wild than Twilight or Warriors if you want to go meta are (also, funnily enough sharing food was a big thing in courting back then, so that one ask about Wild asking Player to marry him after they shared bread? Would have had him laughing so hard. Like "Welp, guess some things don't change, atta boy!", Again, he's just super proud of his descendants wherever he is specially in the fic I'm writ- whoops).
When I meant a Pure Vessel Situation I also meant one nother thing though possession or something similar is most definitely on the table and I adore the connotations it has, you know Hollow Knight? Uh, spoilers for basically the final fight of the game, but there's this one scene... Basically the main enemy you fight is your sibling, and they have served as a 'hero'/'sacrificial vessel' to contain a great evil deity and is corrupted by a disease coming from that deity (hm, sounds familiar), and to either contain it again or kill it you basically have to kill your elder brother, you think he's a mindless animal or that he was lost to the corruption at first, but then he starts stabbing himself repeatedly and hesitating through the fight and that's when it hits the player that they're basically contributing on an assisted suicide because they're aware and don't want to hurt anyone so they help you whoever they can to kill them.
We don't ever know what happened to Seraph/Fia's body. I'll most likely be wrong since I doubt it will be canon, but imagine that, after pouring all his magic into his artificial arm to help Una seal Ganon's body and the Malice at first, is because he's been corrupted by Malice and it's also a Pure/Sealed Vessel Situation? Like he's still down there and alive because of the Malice keeping his body going, fighting back and doing whatever he can to hold it back and the reason the second Calamity happened was because his control slipped? Either his spirit could be separated and hanging around the Chain/Wild (bonus points if only Player and Fi can tell he's there and there's a collective and silent freak out), or he could still be basically trapped in his own body and the Chain happens onto him and they basically have to help kill him or free him, either way works. It has great angst potential I think.
Or Player was just unlucky and got dropped near him while corrupted and has no clue what to do as he does his best to not hurt them until the Chain gets there, bonus points if he had a guide and the only reason he hasn't tried ripping Player to shreds is because they remind him of them, or his spirit is there and guiding them away from his corrupted shell of a body, I think the Link's that we don't see in the games probably would have gotten physical guides? Or iterations that served the same purpose? Idk, just a sleep deprived theory. Maybe they help him out with that or they find a way to keep him from immediately attacking anyone idk.
And that's all for now, this is getting long and I plan on passing out for some more hours XD, hopefully my rambles don't bother you much and you are having a nice existence!
-A Very Awkward Summertime Musician.
YAY MORE SERAPH/FIA STUFF
Okay, so, if you all know me you know I love hearing about mythology (Irish specifically because of Irish fam!) so thank you for introducing me to this absolute unit he sounds absolutely terrifying I love it. The idea of Seraph being built like that would be so interesting/terrifying (and if we're leaning towards my depiction) he would be the most feared gladiator of them all- the one everyone wants to see fail just because they want to.
That kind of strength would be terrifying on Wild, as we already know his feral ways being infused with that kind of resistance is a scary thought.
Trigger warning for talks of suicide! When it comes to his death I pictured it with his sacrificing himself? Not to the malice but, dealing with loose ends for his future reincarnation before eventually ending his life to continue on the cycle because he knew what he did wouldn't keep the Demise at bay for long and his next incarnation needed to be ready as he wasn't capable anymore? Idk, it's pretty morbid but that's what I think!
Twilight fighting as Wild's mentor is a funny one tho, like, it starts civil until Seraph just throws a punch and now they're just limbs on the floor- Wild thinks it's hilarious however Time thinks quite the opposite.
("So, you accept?" "Accept what?" "The marriage proposal." "Bro what-" Let's just say Player is speechless without being speechless)
Also just know, it doesn't matter if it's the ghost of the previous hero or not, if Player sees a ghost they're tossing stuff, it's just instinct.
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Of course it's the music that carries the day when we're out experiencing a new band at a local venue.
I will say, though, that some bands manage to bring a little something extra, a little bit more of themselves. 
Last Thursday we went out to Tim's Tavern in Burien to experience Young-Chhaylee. Right off the bat, the lead singer gets into his given name and the confusion it incurs with strangers. For anyone with an even mildly different name, that tiny bit of sharing rings absolutely true. And yeah. It's nice to be part of the club. Even if it exists because of mildly annoying to crazy annoying behavior. ☺️
After that introduction and not long into the set comes a confession: Young-Chhaylee admits to feeling like the individuals in his band are better musicians than he which gives license to this little piece of advice:
If you wanna start a band, hire people who are more talented than you.
It's a refreshingly humble thing to say... with a bit of endearing thrown in for good measure.
Later after that, he indulges some self-reflection from the stage that you don't see every day. A brief reminder on the challenges of human life in this very moment:
Do you sometimes think you don't know what you're doing with your life?
Of course I realize gigs aren't meant to be therapy sessions. I do think, however, that it's not the worst thing in the world to give people a touch of a sense that they're not alone. 
Even at shows. 
I appreciate the honesty, is all.
Toward the end of the set, he introduces the upcoming song with a story and prefaces his introduction with
"This is me. This music is me."
So what's the deal?
Well, it turns out that once upon a time he was at a bar and became  quite taken with the bartender. So he took to sitting at the bar when he was there so that he could strike up conversations with her. He went on and on about this woman, pouring his heart out from the stage.
Here's the thing, though. Earlier that evening I was introduced to his girlfriend.
Whoops.
Okay no. False alarm.
He was talking about her this whole time which was very very very very super sweet.
Plus, it was a great song about feels. ❤️❤️❤️
I think we're all suckers for stories like that.
In the end, it was an all-time great performance. More personal. More relatable. I asked Linzy if these were originals because the quality of music was so astonishing. I told her this band should open for Bruno Mars and she replied 
"They should open for Silk Sonic" which is an R&B/soul/funk/hip-hop/pop super duo composed of musicians Bruno Mars and Anderson .Paak. 
It's a helluva thing the quality of professional music and musicians you can see around town anymore that are worth seeing again and again.
Add one more to the list:
Young-Chhaylee
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many-gay-magpies · 2 years
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ok so i will get to your other ask later bUT I SAW AN INVITATION TO SHARE MY IDEAS ABOUT THE DARK MOON BOYS HIDING OUT IN A TRAVELING CIRCUS AND BY GOD I WILL TAKE IT. anyways i imagine this happening pretty soon after the escape, where they do have a pretty good handle on their powers (they’ve had them since birth, anyway) but are still grappling with the vampire bit a little and just need to Sit for a while and Think without arousing either civilian or orphanage suspicions, which is really hard to do if you’re trying to brainwash people into letting you stay by their homes or hopping into a different barn every night. but when they see the tent of a traveling circus pop up on the outside of whatever town they’ve landed in, heli and jakah look at each other and just Know. it’s almost too easy.
a circus provides both a stable living situation but with Constant movement as it goes from town to town- gives them time to think without worrying about the orphanage finding them since they’re here today and gone tomorrow. and as for civilian suspicion, the circus is where all the (for lack of a better word) “freaks” go. the outcasts, people who are Different and ran away. either way, it makes for a more interesting act the freakier you are. so it’s safe, mostly
and for once, they’re not freaks. they’re just another circus act, weirdly normal. they’re so used to blending their powers with play and daily life it’s second nature- shion’s mesmerization plus heli’s telepathy makes for a good fortune teller stand (im imagining the kind of circus with like . a fair set up outside the tent with booths? one of those old-style ones). come to think of it the anti-grav would make shion a good tightrope walker and heli could learn the sword swallowing trick (to explain why he carries his mysterious big sword around all the time). noa can climb just about anything and can use his shadow powers to build a reputation as an escape artist (“you blink and he’s disappeared! vanished into the shadows!), solon’s got a special touch with animals so he teams up with the lion tamer, jakah and jaan have the classic super speed and super strength, and jino :D jino is the best fire-eater the circus has ever seen ! he does the “jump through the ring of fire” thing every show without fail and comes out grinning every time. and remember that thing we mentioned with the kitchens and jino scaring the shit out of someone by crab-walking in? probably bc he picked up some skills from the circus’s actual contortionist and enjoys using it still! i imagine the circus as a more peaceful era for them because for once their powers don’t put targets on their backs. BUT what if . what if that’s where they learn the hard lesson that just because someone has powers that doesn’t make them “one of us.” i have an idea of them living (relatively) happily at the circus and becoming closer to the crew, learning their stories and sharing some of their own, and getting close to someone particular who may have powers like them, but they end up being an informant and the orphanage shows up to drag the boys away, and in the battle they have to watch their beloved circus burn to the ground
- vrvr anon
YES YES GIMME. ik ive waited uhh,, *checks calender* FIVE DAYS to answer this but it still remains that i have been extremely excited to answer it whenever i finally got around to stopping forgetting about it.
this is so much!!! its SO MUCH and to be clear i mean that very very affectionately. im like that shark in the part of a fisherman's boat where they put all the fish they catch. a travelling circus would be SO PERFECT for them, especially early on, because like you said, its both a stable living situation AND provides constant movement, which is exactly what the vampires need to stay under the orphanage's radar. the brothers can actually SETTLE for once without having to worry about constantly having eyes on the back of their head (except, WHOOPS, the irony.. not that they know it yet). and, since its earlier on in their travelling days, maybe there not so accustomed to being on the run yet, and a consistent living situation is like a call home to them...
all the acts you came up with for them are so impeccably fitting-- shion and heli as fortune tellers! shion as a tightrope walker! jino as the circus's best fire-swallower/dancer YES!! and heli learning the sword-swallowing trick would be so neat (to be honest im still not entirely sure how that works LMAO). i can also picture shion as a trapeze swinger or silk aerialist because, again, assistance from his anti-grav powers would help him pull off those acts flawlessly. and maybe he and jino could do the jumping-through-a-ring-of-fire act together-- jino ignites the hoop, and shion uses his anti-gravity to jump through! aND YES JINO PICKING UP TECHNIQUES FROM THE CIRCUS'S CONTORTIONIST THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA :0!!!
i have so many thoughts about the brothers just. LIVING in a travelling circus. like if its one of those ones where they travel from town to town in a procession of carriages, the brothers probably have their own caravan where they sleep, eat, get ready for shows, everything-- theyre all (or mostly at least) in different acts and usually different acts get sectioned off into different caravans, but because they're brothers they arranged to live together (and if the caravan provides a safe place for them to let loose with their powers in nobody but each others' presence, none of their colleagues have to know). i can imagine heli getting REALLY good with the little kids that come up to his fortune-telling booth wanting to know their future, leading to him developing a fondness for children far into HIS future (<//3). and i bet circus life helps prepare them for the lives they don't even know they're going to have yet: they get used to making friends and then leaving them, because they know they're just going to be moving to the next town in a week, anyway. they get used to acting like people they're not and putting up fronts-- and even though it's just for fun in the circus, even though they're playing characters in their acts, the knowledge certainly comes in handy.
now though youve got me thinking about the idea of an informant being planted in the circus by the orphanage... because on the one hand, it could just be a flat-out evil/antagonistic person meant to turn the boys over to the orphanage and teach them a "lesson" about never trusting people, but also... if it's someone that has powers like the brothers do, wouldnt they have to have been made by the orphanage, too? and, yeah, maybe by now the orphanage has figured out how to give fully-formed adults magical powers via pill or whatever so it's just one of their operatives given a power to make the brothers trust them, but i like making things way more complicated than they have to be, so.
maybe the plant was raised in the orphanage, just like the boys were, only a little later on-- maybe, by now, the orphanage hasn't figured out how to give adults powers, but they HAVE figured out how to give humans powers without it killing them. so, this is a person, probably intended to be nothing but an experiment/soldier since they were basically a baby-- except, unlike the brothers, they never escaped. they were raised and turned into this soldier and then, at a certain age, they were sent out to track down the seven escaped "failures". theyve never been in the real world before, not really- never known the taste of freedom, free will, uncontrolled action. of course, they still have to stay on track to complete their mission and they have to report back to the orphanage regularly, but... theyre on their own. who's to say they cant have a little fun while they're at it? they join a travelling circus at the approval of their orphanage superiors, because, for the same reasons the brothers think it's a good place for them to hide, its an equally good place to search for them: constantly on the move, undercover, and the perfect place to hide in plain sight, the informant can search for the escapees in every town they visit without arising suspicion-- only to be surprised when the escapees come to THEM. it's almost too good to be true.
they don't act yet, though-- because they don't know for sure that its them, they dont want to be wrong and mess it all up. so they wait, biding their time, watching the seven brothers and attempting to get close enough to them for them to slip up and reveal something. as things progress, the plant and the brothers get closer and closer, the brothers opening up more and more; really, they've all but said it outright, now, the informant should just report them and be done with it. but... they're so nice-- they don't seem dangerous at all. theyre hurt, although they never talk about it; they seem so scared, all the time, of everything. and... the informant's never had a home like this before. so they wait, and wait, until the seven brothers practically give themselves up and by that point it's unavoidable. the informant completes their mission: the orphanage comes, a fight happens, the circus burns to the ground. it's an utter disaster. but the informant can't help but feel a little happy when they hear that the brothers have evaded capture once again.
also, last thing i promise, this gives me the additional sad thought of the brothers crossing paths with a survivor from the circus years later. that's a memory-wipe none of them really recover from.
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basilly · 3 years
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stay | cc!dream x fem!reader
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alternate title: daddy dream
summary: after your son finds dream in your house he suddenly thinks dream is his dad, who are you to break his heart?
genre: fake dating to lovers | fluff to angst to fluff
note: i wanted to write something for dream so here we go! your son's name is cyprus <3 this one is super long im sorry, but SO worth it
pronouns: she/her | fem!reader
word count: 4.7k
warnings: use of 'mom' and use of 'clay' , swearing , implied one night stand
edited by: @jschllatt
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"MUMMMMM!"
you jumped up, startled awake by the sudden screaming.
"cyprus? wait a minute- CYPRUS?"
you flung the sheets off your body, shaking the blond laying beside you.
"clay- clay get up!'
your voice was in a harsh whisper, hurriedly flinging a t-shirt over your body as you moved around the room. clay groggily turned over, wondering why he was being awoken so abruptly.
"what?" "cyprus is home- i don't know why but you need to MOVE."
the little pitter pats of feet became louder. you quickly dashed out the door, engulfing the little man in a hug. his blond tufts tickled your cheek, tiny arms wrapped around your torso.
"MUM!" "hey cy- where's your babysitter?"
at that, cyprus' babysitter, niss walked in.
"i'm so sorry y/n, cyprus insisted on going home and he escaped from my grasp. before i knew it, he had put in the pin and barreled through the door."
you shot her a sympathetic look, knowing how much of a handful cyprus could be. at that moment, clay had groaned again, bothered by all the noise.
"mum? what was that?"
cyprus tried to peek around your shoulder, but you quickly shut the door.
"no one honey, why don't you go unpack all your stuff from your bag, okay?" "okay!"
you stood up once more, searching around for your wallet. cyprus, although curious, listened to you. niss snickered from beside you, watching cyprus run off.
"nice shirt you got on there."
you look down, heat rising to your face. you had thrown on the first thing you could reach, which also happened to clay's black t-shirt. it was quite oversized on you, draping loosely around your figure.
"well i wasn't prepared for you guys to come back early, alright?"
you handed her the money, before beginning to make some coffee.
cyprus, on the other hand, fished his shampoo out of his bag. he enjoyed using your tub in your bathroom, so often his soaps were over there. he walked over to your room, somehow staying out of yours and niss' line of sight.
twisting the knob, cyprus dropped the bottle at the sight of the mysterious man in his mother's bed.
"cyprus? what was-"
your eyes widened as cyprus stood in the doorframe, jaw open. luckily, dream had put on a pair of sweatpants, but he was still tired. so, he laid in bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. he looked up, realizing what had happened.
"oh, hello-" "mum, is that-" "oookay- i think we should shut that door."
you shut the door once again, crouching down to cyprus' level. you pinched the bridge of your nose, unsure how to even EXPLAIN to cyrus who clay was.
"cyprus, that's-" "my dad! that's dad, right?! he has the same blond hair like me and he is sharing a bed with you! that's what mums and dads do right, share a bed?" "yes, but-" "I HAVE A DAD!!"
cyprus started running around, fists in the air. he whooped and cheered while you stayed crouched there, frozen.
'what the hell just happened. . .'
niss stood in the kitchen, watching the whole thing go down with a smile and a cup of coffee in hand. she tilted the cup up, finishing it before placing the cup in the sink. she grabbed her bag, waving lightly at you and walked out the door.
"good luck! see you later!" "NISS COME BACK-"
she was gone.
you sighed, waiting for cyprus to calm down. well, now you suddenly have a huge problem on your hands. cyprus bounded up to you, a large smile on your face. his big doe eyes stared at you, as if ready to plead with you already.
"can i talk to him? please?"
you felt awful inside. you were lying to your son but you couldn't break his heart. he was so excited to finally have a father. cyprus' biological father had actually left before cyprus was even born, no contact or support. he had been wanting to know about his father for a while, but you had simply pushed him off, waiting to tell him until he was older.
"ahh i don't know, he's not feeling well. maybe i should go talk to him first, you can watch some cartoons, okay bud?"
cyprus pouted but he knew better. he walked over before turning on the tv to the children's channel.
you stood up, opening the door to your bedroom. closing the door behind you, dream sat at the edge of the bed, feet planted onto the floor.
"everything okay?"
you sigh, playing with the hem of your- or his shirt.
"so. . . i think i got us into a little situation." "which is. . .?" "so my son saw you- and he thinks you're his dad." "and you told him i wasn't, right?"
the silence had told him it all. you avoided his eyes, finding the bedframe much more interesting.
"y/n- i'm not his father. you're going to have to tell him."
your voice cracked, although you were unsure why.
"i know- i just don't have the heart to tell him. the kid's gone through so much without a father, he's been waiting and i can't tell him no." "then what are you going to do?"
he pushed off the bed, unplugging his phone from the nightstand beside the bed and slipping it into his pocket.
"can you just- pretend to be his dad? just for a little bit before you can, oh i don't know, go on a realllllly long trip? then i can tell him the truth and you won't have to deal with any of it." "are you sure that this is going to work?" "yea, i know my kid. i'm going to have to break it to him eventually, i just want to give him some joy. i'll even compensate you somehow-"
clay stood there, studying your face and figure. he only sighed.
"okay, i'll do it. but i don't want anything in return." "wait- are you sure?" "yea. if he does somehow end up in the media though there isn't too much i can do with the crazy stans." "i doubt he will- i will try to keep him out anyway."
he only nodded, rubbing the back of his head.
"so what am i supposed to do right now?" "well i guess you meet him and we could go get breakfast. . .? and get ready."
dream crossed his arms, smirking at you.
"y/n i'm going to need my shirt for that."
you flushed once again, pressing your forehead against his chest.
"right, right, let's hurry up."
a little over ten minutes later of freshening up and mentally preparing yourself, you opened your bedroom door. emerging with dream, cyprus immediately whipped his head towards you, bounding towards dream.
"DAD!"
he caught his legs into a hug to which dream responded with an affectionate head rub.
"hey bud, good to see you." "you're here! why were you gone?" "i was on a really long trip bud, i'm only here for a little bit and then i'll be gone again." "you even look like me! look- mum we'e both blond!" "i see that- this is clay, cyprus." "we even have names that start with 'c'! i love him already!" "cy, have you eaten yet?"
he shook his head no, arms still wrapped around dream. you hoped he wouldn't get too attached. soon enough, dream would be out of his life.
"let's go out for breakfast then." "okay!"
untangling his arms from dream, he raises his arms up towards him. dream had seemingly flipped a switch, immediately sweeping cyprus in his arms before ruffling his hair.
"you're a big boy huh, eating properly for your mum?" "yup!"
little giggles filled the air as you walked out of the apartment and your stomach felt bubbly.
maybe this won't be so bad after all. . .
---
the next couple days had been smooth sailing, although there was a small shift in routine. dream would stay over a couple nights, going back when necessary. apparently, his roommate, sapnap, had been informed about the whole situation.
or as dream says, went like this-
". . . and yea so i probably will go back and grab some stuff and then be gone for a couple days." "clay, when i said don't get the girl pregnant, i didn't expect you to speedrun it and also get a child."
cyprus, of course, enjoyed all this time. anything dream said or did, he hung onto it. it was kind of cute to see the two of them sitting together on the couch watching football or dream wiping the sauce off of cy's face.
it didn't help that cyprus happened to share the same dirty brown locks that dream did, giving them a resemblance. dream was being the perfect stand-in father, caring for cyprus, cleaning up, cooking- if his skills were good enough for it, and even paying for things.
you had even played the part of 'loving parents' even though you weren't actually married. everytime dream left to his home for more items- or even left the room, a small kiss had been pressed to your forehead or cheek.
currently, you had been in the bathroom getting ready for your work meeting in about an hour. you smoothed down your blouse, almost ready. niss was about to come and pick up cyprus while your meeting ensued.
or she was.
*ring*
"hello?" "y/n- i'm SO sorry but i don't think i can make it, an emergency came up." "niss- who am i going to get to cover for you? i have a meeting in less than an hour!?" "i know, i feel awful but- maybe ask the lady next door??" "that woman is my last resort, she cares more about her cats than cyprus." "then- i don't know, dream?" "i would hate burdening him-" "ok i got to go! bye!"
and she hung up. you let out a sigh, unsure what to do. finding dream's profile, you hit the call button. setting your phone down on the counter, you brush through your hair.
"y/n?" "dream- hi sorry, are you free today?" "free? how so, cuz if you wanted to see me you could've just-"
you scrunched up your nose, trying to suppress the heat arising to your cheeks.
"OKAY not like THAT but- i have a really important meeting today and cyprus' babysitter had an emergency. can you watch cyprus for today? it's only for a couple hours." "yea sure, i'm free today." "oh thank you so much, i know this isn't really a part of our deal but-" "hey don't worry about it, i don't really mind. i'll be home anyway." "thank you again, i can drop him off in a couple minutes and he's going to have everything he needs so don't worry about anything." "alright, see you soon."
hanging up, you walk out to the main room where cyprus sat colouring in a workbook.
"ready to go bud?" "isn't niss going to pick me up?" "small change of plans bud, niss is busy so i'm going to drop you off at clay's." "wait i'm going to dad's?!" "mhm, it'll be for a couple hours and you need to be on your best behaviour."
you don't even know if he had heard the last part, cyprus hurriedly tugged on his shoes instead. he was so excited, you could tell from his body actions, now jumpy and bubbly.
one short drive later, cyprus was dropped into dream's arms.
"yikes bud, that's a heavy bag, why don't you go put it down?" "okay!"
you turn towards dream, who wrapped an arm around your waist. he tugged you against him pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
"he's not in sight- no need to act." "what? i can't show some appreciation to my baby mom?" "uh huh, like he's your real son."
you broke away, crouching down with your arms out.
"okay cy, i have to go! do you want a hug?" "bye mum!"
you briefly hug him before dashing out the door.
"alright bud, what do you want to do first?"
---
you never heard of the end of that day. cyprus raved for DAYS about spending the day at clay's and meeting 'uncle sapnap'. he went on about these great stories of the sword fights they went through and hiding around dream's house. you could recall every detail by heart of his stories by how often cyprus mentioned it.
"mum can i go to dad's?" "not today bud, we have to start planning your birthday party, remember? he's also coming over tonight." "oh yea!! dad is coming to my birthday, right? and uncle sapnap?" "mm we will have to ask."
cyprus' birthday was rounding the corner and you had to prepare yourself the most. if dream ended up going, then how were you going to explain to your family that cy suddenly has a dad? especially after they saw you wrecked when your ex left you alone and pregnant.
maybe i'll ask clay about this. . .
---
"a birthday party? in here?" "why not-" "it's too small in here, why don't we have it at mine?" "yea!! let's have it at dad's!" "cy you have sauce on your mouth still- go wash it off please and let me talk to clay." "okay mum."
you shift your body to dream who sat besides you, sipping on a glass of water.
"i can't just ask you to have the party at your house, it's perfectly fine to have it here." "but i'm OFFERING- it won't be much of a problem, i want to pay for everything. just leave it to me." "you've already done so much-" "i'm not taking no for an answer."
you sigh, knowing there was no winning in this discussion.
"more importantly, cyprus always has a bunch of family over for his birthday- and after his biological dad left, i'm not sure how to even explain or anything, really." "mmm- well we can just avoid their questions." "what if they corner you- or me?" "i'll stick by you the entire time. be a 'devoting partner', don't worry about it."
you sigh once more, slumping your body to lean against his.
"you're right." "i always am." "you wish."
you swat his arm lightly as he let out a laugh, causing the corners of your mouth to turn up.
---
you knocked on the door of clay's tan coloured house, the bright blue door contrasting the rest. gift in one hand, cyprus' hand in the other. dream had seemingly gone all out, a balloon arch adorning the front of the house and lawn decor.
"cyprus! the little birthday man is here!" "uncle sapnap!"
the door opened. emerging a cleaned-up sapnap and dream.
"well i don't think he's little anymore, the big guy is five now." "dad!" "and you must be y/n, clay- and cy, of course, has told me a lot about you." "likewise, glad to meet clay's roommate."
"oh my god look at all the decorations!!"
dream really had the whole place decorated head to toe. balloons were everywhere, banners hanging left and right. all you needed was some confetti and the whole pace would be entirely covered.
"alright, let's get this party started!"
just like dream had said, he stuck by you the entire time, either an arm wrapped around your waist or slung around your shoulder. he had honestly given off the perfect adoring father image, watching out for cyprus when needed, making sure he didn't hurt himself.
he spoke eloquently to your family, you were sure they all adored dream. they laughed at all his little jokes, smiled at him. you swore they liked him more than you.
"y/n didn't tell us they were even dating you clay, she must've been trying to hide this gem from us." "i think it's the other way around, i try to keep y/n all to myself."
he pulled you closer to him, your face embarrassed and flushed. you could only mumble, looking downwards.
"mom please, you can stop gushing over him." "i can't help it! even cyprus loves him and calls him 'dad', cyprus needs a father figure in his life."
dream sensed your discomfort and fear, your body tensing with every word.
"i'm glad cy sees me like that, i love seeing him and he's really grown onto me. sorry, but i think you have to excuse us, we are going to get the gifts, i think sapnap was really excited to show his to cyprus."
he led you away and towards the gift pile. he released you from his hold before facing you and pressing a kiss to your head.
"are you alright?" "yea, i'm sorry my mom was getting after you."
he picked up a couple gifts, signaling sapnap over to help.
"don't worry about it."
you suddenly noticed how many presents there really were. there had to been at least fifty.
"wait a minute, how do we have so many gifts?" "i may or may not have gotten him a lot." "clay-" "i couldn't help it, okay. i wanted to get him a lot." "he's going to like you more than me at this point." "good."
you send him a playful disapproving look, causing him to break out into a wheeze.
"i'm just playing, you'll always be the most important person in his life for raising him."
"IT'S GIFT TIME!"
---
at this point it had been a couple months into your little scheme and cyprus had quickly grew attached to his routine. he began to spend more and more time with clay and sapnap, especially after sapnap gifted cyprus a kid's sized skateboard. the two of them had been teaching cyprus how to skate, with the proper attire and padding of course.
it did give niss more of a break, allowing her to rest and take more time towards her med school. today was one of those days but you had work, unable to join cyprus at dream's house.
dream had also planned to stream that day, leaving cyprus in the hands of sapnap for a couple hours. so with his door shut and locked, or so he thought, he calmly went on to streaming.
"tommy you need to move." "but dreammm, i need your help!" "i'm not helping you-" "DAD!" "wait what, dream you're a dad?"
dream whipped around in his chair, muting his mic in the process. chat and tommy were going insane, wondering who the child was and why he called out 'dad'. cyprus had run in and somehow the sound of the door was drowned out by his headset.
"look at my drawing!" "it looks great, cy- but what happened to uncle sapnap?"
all the alarms went off his head. he wanted to keep cyprus out of the fandom's view, as a part of his deal to you and to protect him.
"mm he fell asleep on the couch!" "okay well, can you go out there and wake him up? i have to do some work, alright bud? you can't come in here." "okay. . . can you play after?" "sure, i'll play with you after, how does that sound?" "okay!"
dream guided him out, making sure to lock the door this time.
ahh sapnap- you're going to have to start paying rent after this. . .
---
"so. . . did you explain?" "no, not exactly. i just ignored it but maybe i'll just tell them i had family visiting or something."
you chewed on your lip, unsure what to do. the two of you sat across each other at the kitchen table, warm ceramic mugs in hand.
there is one option. . .
no.
you didn't want to resort to leaving but maybe it was for the best. cyprus has grown really attached and if dream disappeared, then you wouldn't have to deal with the fans or the lying any further. this was already agreed upon, so what was the harm?
"do. . . do you think we should end this?"
dream's eyes widened, he wasn't expecting that. flashes of memories glossed over his eyes, the little moments of watching you and cyprus run around, teaching cyprus how to skate, all the 'family' meals.
he fought down the urge to shout no. he knew this would come to an end soon, so why did his heart ache? casting a sideways glance, he quietly responded.
"if that's what you think is best."
there was no response from you. the air that was once comforting had become tense and awkward.
inside, you don't know what you were feeling. was it regret? hurt? sadness? or all of the above and more?
why hadn't he refused? wait- no we agreed on this at the beginning and i shouldn't think like that.
"how do we do this?"
dream looked down at his reflection in his mug, index finger twirling around the edge of the mug.
"i think a week. let cyprus know i'm leaving so he prepares himself. then i can say i'm going on a long trip and i won't be back." "sounds like a plan."
---
the next week was full of silence. no longer did laughter spill out of yours or dream's lips, instead replaced with fake smiles and awkward laughter. cyprus tried to cling onto dream as much as possible. he was strong for a young child, trying to hide his sadness.
"alright cyprus, we have to say goodbye to clay, he's got to go now."
the tears began to leak.
"i'm going to miss you dad." "i know, i'll miss you as well bud."
dream lifted cyprus into his arms, letting him silently cry into his neck. dream felt his own eyes get glossy, whispering soothing things to cyprus.
you watched, your own nose starting to run. upon hearing your sniffles, dream moved towards you, pulling you into the hug. he rested his head on top of yours, letting the silence sink in.
"okay, well this is it, i have to leave or i'll miss my flight."
you pulled away, letting him put down cyprus. cyprus immediately dilently demanded to be carried by you, to which you obliged. he dug his head into your neck, cheeks still wet.
"bye cy, bye y/n."
dream came for one last kiss. one on cyprus' cheek and one on your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, forehead burning but you kept the tears at bay.
and with one swift motion, the door had shut. he was gone.
softly, cyprus spoke.
"mum?" "yea?" "will dad come back?"
no.
"i'm not sure sweetie."
---
after a bit of silence and hugging, you had to prepare and move on for the day. niss was coming to pick cyprus up again and you had work.
*knock knock*
"hey niss." "woah, is everything alright?" "cyprus might be down today, dream is gone."
cyprus had then walked in, bag in hand.
"oh- did you ever tell him that clay isn't his dad?" "NO! HE'S MY DAD!"
startled, you guys turned towards him.
"oh cyprus, dear- i'm sorry." "you're lying."
his eyes became puffy and red, once again the waterworks was in place.
"cyprus, i'm not lying. clay isn't actually your dad-" "NO! I HATE YOU!"
he dashed off, leaving you standing there. your heart shattered. he had never screamed at you like that before.
this was a mistake. i should've told him from the start.
"i'll go get him, you head off to work."
you gulp nervously, nodding your head before heading out the door. you were going to have to give him space.
---
"cyprus, come on, let's go out."
niss tried to coerce cyprus out of his spot, hidden under blankets in his bed. the five year old's sniffs could be heard loud and clear. the shake in the fabric signaled a no.
"we can go wherever you want. how about that?" "wherever?" "mhm."
slowly, cyprus dragged himself out, latching his hand onto niss'.
"alright here, put in the address cyprus, i have to take this call."
he nodded, pressing his little fingers along the screen of the car's gps.
"okay! here we go, sit in your carseat!"
niss blindly followed the gps, trusting cyprus picked some sort of park or restaurant.
"look cyprus! that plane is really close, it's like it's land. . .ing?"
she looked around, realizing she was driving into the airport.
"cyprus? why are we in the airport?" "to find dad!" "what??"
she pulled to the side of the drop off zone, turning back to look at the smiley child.
"okay cyprus, i know your mum told you that he went on a flight but he's not here." "he will be!" "what?????"
he opened his fist, revealing a small device.
"cy, what is that?" "dad gave it to me! he said when its an emergency, to push the button." "but it's not an emergency cy, and he probably won't come." "he has to! he promised."
before niss could react, cyprus had unbuckled himself and stepped outside.
"CYPRUS!"
well shoot, y/n is going to kill me.
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your phone rang, niss' profile right on top.
"hello?" "y/n- we are at the airport." "what?"
you froze. staring at the clock, you started gathering your items. scooping them up into your arms and into your bag, you ran to the elevator.
"no time to explain but cyprus is trying to find clay." "i'll be right there."
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"clay, you need to get up." "why?" "why? because you've just laid in bed for the entire morning, we need to eat."
sapnap stood leaning against the doorframe, unimpressed with dream’s response. suddenly a sort of alarm sound came from dream's phone.
"what the hell was that?" "it's my emergency device i gave cyprus- he might be trouble."
dream jumped up, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head in a rush. sapnap watched in confusion.
"I GOT TO GO- SEE YOU LATER!" "bye?"
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you hastily parked your car, slamming the door as you got out. your mind was running a million miles per minute as your feet clicked against the concrete standing area. you swept your gaze around, searching for cyprus or niss.
“CYPRUS? NISS?”
of course it was rush hour. you had to weave in and out of people, leaving you out of breath.
‘how am i going to find them in a huge crowd?’
you continued to speedwalk, head turning ninety degrees in every direction. through the gaps of people, you noticed a familiar backpack.
“CYPRUS!”
he turned around, seeing your face. fear set into his bones, from your anger and guilt from his previous screaming. as you ran towards him, he tried to move away, but too slow for your much longer legs.
you held onto his arm and held him back from going any further, seeing niss run up.
“so sorry y/n, i didn’t think he would know to go here-” “cyprus, what were you thinking?”
you crouch down, looking into his glossy eyes. arms by his side, he tried to look away.
“i don’t want dad to leave again. I want him to stay.” “oh- cy i know, i do too but it’s too late.”
“then why did you tell me you wanted to end it?”
an all too familiar voice was heard from behind you.
“DAD!” “what-”
standing up, dream stood behind you. messy haired and face slightly puffy, but out of breath, he was there. cyprus broke out of your hold, running to him. dream immediately picked him up, pressing a kiss into the tufts of his hair.
“don’t leave me again, please.” “i won’t, i’m here for you.”
tears from both boys were mixing in pools on the floor, while you stood there. niss nudged your arm, gesturing towards them.
“well? aren’t you going to join them?”
dream set cyprus down, pulling you into a tight hug. he buried his head into your shoulder, tears stained your shirt. you hadn’t even noticed you were crying until you felt his shirt was damp on your cheeks. you wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing small circles on his back.
he pulled away before gently placing his hands on your jaw and placing a kiss on your lips.
“h-how are you here?” “cyrus had an emergency button, although i didn’t think he’d use it for this.”
taking a glance at cyrus, he only had a cheeky smile. you sighed, rubbing the top of his head before leaning into dream’s chest. dream’s voice rumbled from talking, picking up cyrus with his free arm, the other around your waist.
“so? what now?” “i think- you’re here to stay.”
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cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader
Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.
A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P
Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧
Osamu’s not good at smoking.
He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.
And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.
“Can you feel it yet?”
“No.”
You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”
“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.
God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.
Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”
Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.
Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”
“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”
“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”
“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.
“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.
You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.
Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”
You snicker into your hand.
“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.
“They’re not here.”
“You ate them?”
“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.
“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”
“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”
“At home?”
“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”
“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”
“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.
He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”
“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”
“Oh. We do?”
“Yes.”
“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”
“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”
'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”
“The pancakes are at home, remember?”
“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”
More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.
He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.
You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”
“Onigiri.”
“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”
“I want ya to make it for me.”
“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”
“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”
“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“
“Please?”
One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”
He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”
So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.
It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.
“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.
He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.
“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.
“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.
You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.
“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.
“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.
He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”
“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.
When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.
The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”
“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”
“Mhm.”
“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”
“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”
“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”
“Prettier than usual?”
Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”
“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”
“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”
“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”
'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”
“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”
“But he’s already sleeping.”
True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.
“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.
“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”
“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”
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fruitcoops · 3 years
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Hi, Eve
Rose here from yesterday, thank you very much for the Birthday message, I wasn't expecting you to read it let alone reply but I was looking for Coops kids Birthday fluff specifically. It doesn't matter if you don't have time however as I don't want to be a bother.
Hello Rose, and happy (belated) 20th birthday! Sorry for the wait--I really wanted to get this one right to celebrate such an important number. I hope your day was absolutely fantastic! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Stella is an OC
Combined with asks for Sirius lightly making fun of Remus' accent and Remus yelling at a game show (@nazar4114)
“Medusa!” Stella shouted with all the force in her thirteen-year-old lungs. Remus leaned forward on the couch. “Medusa!”
The front door opened with a creak. “I’m h—”
“Yes!” they cheered in unison as Nicole answered correctly. Remus turned and gave Stella a double high-five, feeling his heart squeeze at the vivid joy on her round face. “Good guess.”
“I knew she was gonna get it,” Stella said with a pump of her fist as she turned back to the show and folded her legs underneath her.
“Gonna,” a familiar deep voice mimicked from the doorway. Paper bags rustled before footsteps stopped behind the couch; Remus tilted his chin up without sparing a glance, and Sirius pressed a laugh-laced kiss to his cheek before dropping one on Stella’s head as well. “You sound too much like your dad.”
“Love you, too,” Remus said wryly.
“I’ll take ‘Myths and Moths’ for 400, please.” Nicole’s voice snapped his attention back to the screen, and Stella narrowed her eyes.
“Daily Double!” the automated voice announced. Stella gasped; Remus bit his lower lip. “This mythical shield was wielded by Athena, and is sometimes said to be made of goat skin.”
“Aegis,” Stella whispered, then raised her voice. “It’s the Aegis, Nicole. You know this.”
“We know you do,” Remus said, scooting forward. “You just guessed whose head is on it.”
Nicole’s buzzer went off with two seconds to spare. “What is the Aegis?”
“Hell yeah!” Stella whooped.
Remus turned to her and raised his eyebrows. “Excuse you.”
“Sorry.”
“Are you two going to do this the whole afternoon?” Sirius asked from the kitchen, obviously amused. “We might need to get the neighbors some noise-cancelling headphones.”
Stella blew a dark lock of hair out of her eyes as she flopped her head back. “It’s almost final Jeopardy, papa. We have, like, ten minutes.”
Sirius blinked at her, then shook his head. “I swear you two share genes.”
“Ope, you caught me,” Remus said over the noise of the commercial break. “When I was 20 and had literally never left Wisconsin, I went and had a secret kid in Maine who looks terribly like you just so that someone would watch Jeopardy reruns with me thirteen years later. Oops.”
“It’s the truth,” Stella said with great gravity. “I remember.”
“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered, though he couldn’t keep a smile down. He had never been able to hide around Stella, not once in the three years since they had adopted her. It was one of the things Remus loved most about him. “By the way, nobody under the age of fourteen is allowed in the kitchen for the next…hour. Ish.”
Stella squirmed around until she could rest her arms on the back of the couch. “What if I get thirsty?”
“I’m sure you can invoke birthday privileges and ask your dad to get something for you.”
“Birthday privileges?” Remus scoffed. “Nobody in this house has a birthday today. Yours was last month, and mine’s in March.”
“It’s my birthday,” Stella said.
“What? No, it’s not.”
“Yeah-huh.”
“Your birthday is in June.”
“It’s today.”
“Or maybe July?”
“It’s today, in December, when there’s snow,” she insisted, throwing herself back against the pillows. “Come on, dad, that’s not funny anymore.”
Remus raised his eyebrows. “Is somebody too old to find their poor old dad amusing now? Can you go back to being twelve so somebody will laugh at my jokes again? I know, I know, we're super lame compared to all your friends’ parents—”
“So lame,” Sirius agreed from the kitchen.
“—but I like to think we get one more year of pre-teen cuteness before the teen angst takes over.”
Stella sat up again with a groan. Looking at her, Remus saw a mix of himself and Sirius that had always baffled him, considering they had adopted her comparatively late in her life; beneath it was something uniquely Stella. Maybe it was her double-jointed elbows, or the board-straightness of her hair next to their curls, but there was no mistaking that she was her own person through and through. He loved that about her. “I’m not going to be a terrible teenager.”
Sirius poked his head around the edge of the kitchen—his nose was adorned with a smudge of flour. “Can I record that for future use?”
“Non.”
“Ooo, using the French,” Remus hissed. “That transformation is already beginning.”
“It’s not like you were bad teenagers, right?” She settled upside-down on the couch with her flamingo-patterned socks high in the air.
“I almost convinced Grandma to let me dye my hair blue, but otherwise I was pretty good.”
“I was terrible,” Sirius laughed. “I didn’t talk to anybody for a solid three years.”
Stella frowned. “How? I think I’d die if I did that.”
“He’s stubborn,” Remus stage-whispered.
“I heard that.”
Stella suppressed her laughter as best she could, but she was about as good at hiding her emotions around them as Sirius was. She didn’t really giggle—the amount her voice had deepened over the past three years always gave Remus whiplash—but her laugh had the same cadence as it did the first day they heard it. While Stella had been quiet at first, it only took love and time to bring her out of her shell. Within a year she settled into their lives like she was always meant to be there.
A thoughtful look crossed her face. “This is my last year before high school.”
“Does it feel different?”
“Not really.” She paused, then shrugged. “And a little. I don’t feel older. It just feels like there’s stuff I won’t get to do anymore.”
“And a lot more you will get to do.” Sirius left his dishtowel on the counter before joining them on Stella’s other side. “You can drive soon, you’ll get a longer curfew, you get more freedom…”
“I guess.”
“What are you going to miss?” Remus asked as she toyed with the hem of her shirt. It was a basic Lions FAN jersey; he was fairly sure she bought it to be ironic. That, and she only wore one of theirs if she was upset with the other, or if one needed a boost at a game.
“I dunno.” A few beats of silence passed. “My classmates. My team. It feels like everything’s going to turn upside down.”
“You can still keep in touch with your friends, and I bet your team won’t be too different,” Sirius said quietly. “Even if it does, that doesn’t mean you have to give all of them up. People change in different ways. They come and go on their own time.”
“There’s going to be a lot of upside-downs over the next couple years, kid.” Remus offered her a smile. “But you’re going to be just fine.”
“You two sound like such dads right now.”
“This might shock you, but that’s because we are.”
The corner of her mouth tugged up and she lolled her head to the side to look at Sirius. “Is the cake done?”
“Fifteen more minutes.”
“Will you watch final Jeopardy with us?”
“What’s the category?”
“US Presidents.”
Sirius exhaled through his nose, but nodded. She grinned and turned herself upright to snuggle against his arm. “You just enjoy watching me lose.”
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“Alright, is everyone ready?” Sirius called from the kitchen.
“On three,” Remus said, raising his phone camera. “One, two, three!”
“Happy birthday to you,” over a dozen voices sang. They were off-tempo and so out of key the composer was probably spinning in his grave, but Stella’s clear joy didn’t waver for a millisecond even as her cheeks reddened. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Stella, happy birthday to you!”
Finn, of course, dragged out the last note. So did Leo, Logan, Kasey, James, Lily, and Talker in varying degrees of awful harmony attempts. It was terrible, and beautiful. “Make a wish,” Sirius said softly as he set the cake down and stepped back. His eyes were the brightest quicksilver Remus had seen in many moons.
Stella closed her eyes, took a breath, and blew as hard as she could—the entire room erupted into cheers when all the candles went out. She was laughing and blushing at the same time when Remus turned the lights back on, though the humor won out in the end and she helped pass plates of cake to her many aunts and uncles. Like every year prior, Regulus managed to smear a bit of frosting on her chin, only to immediately deny it with great offense when she noticed. It was becoming a bit of a tradition—one that Remus never grew tired of.
I know what I would wish for, Remus thought as he looked around the table at their patchwork family. Celeste, Dumo, and his own parents had no doubt spoiled their first grandchild with ‘cusp of adulthood’ gifts, and Natalie and Lily would certainly steal her away after cake for some girl time. Finn and Logan would remain the fun uncles while Leo and Regulus kept their thrones as the cool uncles; Stella would interrogate Jules on the intricacies of high school for at least an hour before they destroyed everyone in a snowball fight. The world they built together had a place for everyone.
I would wish for this. This, for us, forever. It wasn’t a bad eternity to imagine.
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2dmenenthusiast · 3 years
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I can't remember if I sent this to you already but could I request headcanons for aizawa, hizashi and Toshinori finding their s/o that has a chipmunk quirk that makes her fall into hibernation when it's too cold (kinda like tsu) but when the guys find her with her heart rate low and her breathing shallow maybe they freak a little bc she didn't tell them about that part of her quirk yet
omggggg this idea is literally so cute I got so excited when I first read it. Also thank you love for comin through with the requests, I really appreciate it! <3 I also hella struggled cuz like, what can someone with a chipmunk quirk do? Stuff their cheeks? Climb up trees? Also I legit forgot what a chipmunk even looked like I had to look it up lmaoooo im so dumb it hurts
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Aizawa is an intimidating fella, okay
So when you first told him about your quirk, you were lowkey embarrassed?
Like, here’s this grown-ass man with a badass quirk who is more than capable of taking down villains and defending himself, and here you are just-
🐿️
But you know what’s great about this man? He couldn’t give less of a shit about your quirk or anything like that. He strikes me as the type to care more about personality than anything else
concealing your quirk is fairly easy. People probably wouldn’t even know you had one if it wasn’t for the small fluffy ears popping out of the top of your head, and even then you could just cover them with a hat
But that doesn’t mean you don’t experience the effects of your own quirk just because it’s subtle
You have a mutant type quirk, so you experience certain things that actual chipmunks do
Sometimes you won’t even notice that you’re stuffing your cheeks to full capacity with whatever you’re eating before Aizawa has to cut you off and just be like
“y/n. Chew.”
Or when you’re rushing, you’re usually going so fast that Aizawa can barely even see you zooming from room to room
you can also get kinda skittish at times, your ears twitching whenever you hear a noise that sounds weird or out of place, and you’ll just look at Aizawa with wide eyes until he checks out what made a noise that he could barely hear
“y/n, it was just some kids outside.”
“Oh... sorry, Sho.”
he wants to be frustrated, but he knows it’s not your fault. And honestly? He finds you so cute that he can’t really stay mad at you
So he’ll just let out a huff before patting your head lovingly, grazing his fingers over your ears (Which he KNOWS are sensitive, that asshole)
Experiencing long periods of deep sleep is also a thing. You wouldn’t call it hibernation cuz you still have to do normal, everyday things, but there are times during the winter where you’ll sleep for a few days in a row and only get up to go to the bathroom or eat
And since you can’t actually burrow into the floor of your home, you usually make a blanket fort in the corner of your bedroom and stuff all of the pillows and blankets you can in there until it’s nice and warm, ready for you to bury yourself in
and you might’ve left that little part of your quirk out when you moved in together. whoops
So when Shouta comes home and sees the living room couch void of all of its pillows, he’s not expecting to walk into your shared bedroom and see you curled up in a blanket fort
he’s a bit curious at first, just kinda looking at you like “All right, I guess this is normal?”
and he’ll crouch down and kinda examine you for a bit before he eventually wonders if you’re even breathing? You’re burried under blankets, so he can’t really see your chest moving
eventually he’ll check and see that your breathing is abnormally slow and he kinda just... pauses and checks again to make sure he’s not going crazy.
and he wont deny that he kinda freaks out at first, his immediate thought being that he needs to get you out of there, but the second he grabs the blankets to pull them off of you he’s like wait... hold up.
then it all clicks
you’re a mutant with a chipmunk quirk...
c h i p m u n k
safe to say he’s relieved, so he just lets you be and goes about his day. 
When you wake up a few hours later to go to the bathroom, you come out of the bedroom with your clothes practically on backwards, rubbing at your eyes and stumbling past Aizawa like he’s not even there. And when you’re done, it’s right back to sleep you go
“Back to bed?” Aizawa would ask as he watches you with an amused smirk on his face
“Mhm.”
“Okay. Goodnight, y/n”
“Mm’night.
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Listen, when he first heard of your quirk, he thought it was the cutest shit ever
“Your quirk is Chipmunk?! That’s SOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUTE!”
No he’s legit your number one hype man. If you think your quirk is lame, he’s literally shouting at you how cool he thinks you are.
“You can stuff so much food in your mouth, y/n! And that’s pretty dope if you ask me! I’m totally jealous!”
speaking of food, he’ll just randomly ask you to shove as much as you can of one thing in your cheeks until they’re at full capacity.
“Hey y/n, think you can shove this whole pack of jumbo marshmallows in your cheeks?”
“But... I just bought those :(”
“I’ll buy you more, LET’S DO THIS!!!”
also asks you the dumbest questions omg. You don’t know if he’s genuinely curious or if he’s just doing it to piss you off
“So do you just eat nuts all day?”
“You’ve seen me eat, Hizashi. No.”
“Do you prefer to sleep in trees?”
“That would be extremely uncomfortable.”
“Ooh you’d probably be great frieds with Kamui Woods then.”
“Did you not hear what I just said?”
He also REALLY likes your ears. Like an unhealthy amount? Whenever you’re around he literally wont stop touching them and even tugs on them playfully until you’re swatting at his hands and telling him to go away
He can’t help that they’re so cute :(
so on a particuallry cold day in winter when he has to go to work at the school, he leaves your home while you’re sleeping, only to come home hours later to find you... still sleeping?
You haven’t moved an inch the entire time he’s been gone, so needless to say, he’s a litle concerned.
and when he checks to see if you’re still alive only to discover your heart rate is super slow, he’s A LOT concerned
His brain just goes to the most dramatic thing he can think of, which is that you’re in some weird coma and need to wake up
so rather than, i dont know, gently shaking you awake like a normal person, he grabs you buy your shoulders and starts shaking you violently while shouting your name loud as fuck
“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”
you literally wake up so violently, you sit right up and shove him off of you before asking what’s wrong with him, pretty sure you’ve officially gone deaf
He then explains that he thought you were in a coma or something cuz your heartbeat was so slow, and at that point you just roll your eyes because of course he would come up with this ridiculous conclusion
“Hizashi, my quirk is chipmunk and it’s a mutation quirk.”
He doesn’t even get what you’re getting at, just tilting his head in confusion as he squints at you.
“What do chipmunks do in the winter, babe?”
Cue more confused squinting
“Oh my god, they hibernate, you headass.”
it finally clicks and the look on his face makes it seem like he just learned the secret of the universe, and afterwards he’s going on about how cool that is while you just roll your eyes and lay back down to try and go back to sleep, bringing the blanket over your head to try and drown him out
He eventually gets the hint and leaves, but after a while, you kinda feel bad for blowing up on him. He was just concerned and didn’t fully understand your quirk
so letting out a huff, you pull the blanket down and call out his name, to which he immediately runs to you at the sound of, asking you what you need
you just wordlessly lift up the blanket to expose the empty side of the bed, and oh boy, the size of the grin he gets on his face is unmatched
immediately throws off his hero costume so that you can both be comfortable and jumps into bed with you, holding you impossibly close
you fall asleep in a matter of minutes while he just looks at you fondly, hand soothingly rubbing your back.
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Just like the other two, he finds you incredibly cute. Like mans is in love, okay?
everytime he sees your little ears twitch, he just gets the strongest urge to touch them, but he never does without your consent becuase he knows how sensitive they are.
“Uh... y/n, do you mind if I... touched your ears?” 
Baby probably feels so awkward asking ugh PLEASE REASSURE HIM
“Oh? Yeah, of course, Toshi. Knock yourself out.”
oooh he’s excited. He’ll be super gentle about it, just lightly grazing them with his fingers before gently rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger
and at that point you’re littlerally melting, practically falling into him because him caressing your ears like this feels absolutely amazing
When he sees how it’s affecting you, he immediately becomes a blushing mess and apologizes, but you just hug him and tell him it’s okay and that you liked it
yeah he definitely rubs your ears whenever you’re feeling stressed or anxious because it’s become a quick way to relax you
only when he does it though. If anyone else randomly touches your ears, you get kinda uncomfortable
Just because they don’t look human doesn’t mean they still weren’t a part of you, dammit
Anyways, one day when you’re waiting for Toshi to come back home, you’ve got yourself wrapped up like a burrito in your blanket, sitting on the couch as you watched tv
it had been snowing all day, but luckily Toshinori had turned up the thermostat before he left, remembering how you mentioned that you’re not a huge fan of the cold
unfortunately for you, the harsh weather had no trouble taking out the power, leaving you in the dark and the cold
it didn’t take long for the cold to start seeping in through the cracks in the windows, and you quickly began to grow tired before you inevitibly passed out on the couch, still wrapped tightly in your blanket
When Toshi gets home and sees you on the couch, his first reaction is “aw, how cute.”
but then when he comes up to you and starts calling out your name to try and wake you up and you just won’t, and then he notices how much your breathing has slowed down, he quickly growns concerened.
He’s not in full panic mode yet, but he’s getting there, and he’s quick to crouch down to your level and grab your shoulders to start shaking you to wake you up
which you do, blinking groggily at him like you weren’t just in full hibernation mode
“Oh... Hey, Toshi,” you mumble, and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down so that you can nuzzle yourself into his warm chest
He’s not able to ask you about what happened to you before you’ve already fallen back asleep, and when the power comes back on a few minutes later, he does a quick google search on chipmunks and mutant quirks before putting two and two together
Now he’s thinking of all the ways he could make you something to burrow into during those especially cold winters
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