#proud of this!! took me forever to pick colors so hopefully this looks good

[greypryde]

been a pleasure, but lose my number for a few years, kid. 

domino in cable #8 (2020) 

#domino #neena thurman #comicedit #uncannysource #xforcesource #proud of this!! took me forever to pick colors so hopefully this looks good #mine

[laurentspup]

I saw your fluff prompts! They are adorable 😍 Would you consider writing 41 for Damen and Laurent? 🥰

AAAAHHH You have no idea how happy your ask made me because you're one of my favorite people in this fandom!!!!!!! I hope you enjoy this little fic!!!! sorry it took foreeeverrrr hehe

Fluff Prompts from this list. Asks are open if anyone still wants to send prompts. It will take me forever but I will get them done!

41.

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

There was a loud, sad sigh that immediately came out of Damen’s mouth. He had been trying –so, so hard– since this morning to make some french vanilla macarons, Laurent’s favorite dessert. He was now preparing to bake the third batch of macaron shells, cracking eggs to separate the whites, because the first two batches failed. The first batch did not rise, while the second batch were discolored and rough.

He wanted to surprise Laurent with these macarons when he came home, even though Damen had never baked a single batch of anything all his life. He was great at cooking, amazing even, why the hell were these damn macarons not working with him?

Damen was very close to giving up before Laurent arrived, but he couldn’t. He wanted to do something nice for his boyfriend. He believed he could do this. The Youtube tutorial from Tasty made it look so easy. The comments made it look very possible, but alas, he had not been able to bake a picture perfect batch yet, one that was worthy of Laurent.

“Damen—” Laurent began as Damen cracked another egg on his hand to keep the yolk from falling into the bowl. “Stop— What are you doing?!”

“But I— I wanted— ”

“I know, baby. But it’s not working.”

“It was working! I was baking.”

“No, love, you were making a mess.”

“I was baking!”

Laurent looked around the once clean and organized kitchen. “Where? The whole kitchen?”

Damen, despite the rather insulting comments and lack of belief of his boyfriend, had a big, goofy grin plastered on his handsome face. He would take these miniscule teasing everyday if it meant he could spend every single second with the love of his life.

He sighed loudly. “Fiiiine, I’ll step out.”

“What are you making anyway?” Laurent asked as he started sorting out and cleaning up the mess Damen accumulated. He picked up the measuring cups, somehow all were out of the drawers when Damen only needed three of them.

Damen, not wanting to leave Laurent to do everything, started putting all the dirty and empty bowls inside their dishwasher. How had there been so many? He only needed two mixing bowls for this recipe. Hell, he didn’t even know they had this many bowls.

“I was trying to bake macarons.”

Laurent stopped from picking up a bowl of almond flour to laugh out loud.

“You don’t even know how to bake! That’s such a technical recipe!” He was so amused, tears came out of his eyes.

Damen tried to look annoyed at him —tried, being the key word. He couldn’t, when Laurent was so amused and happy at his predicament.

“Yeah…” Damen dramatically sighed. He placed down a bowl of egg yolks to walk closer to Laurent and hug him from behind. He put his head on top of Laurent's, knowing it would annoy Laurent when he reminded him how much taller he was.

“But I wanted to make them for you. They’re your favorite. I had time. I thought, why the hell not?”

“You wanted to make them for me?” Laurent stopped shaking from laughter and turned too fast in Damen’s arms to look at him, face unreadable. He had to crane his neck because of Damen’s height and their proximity.

“As a surprise.”

Laurent couldn’t contain the warmth that threatened to burst out of him. “For what?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Damen…”

“Well, I failed so.” Damen left the hug.

“So?” Laurent asked.

Damen stopped in front of the counter –the remaining clean counter– near the sink. On top, a small plate with an uneven color and size of macaron rested. Damen lifted it and turned to Laurent, a little startled when he saw him right beside him.

“This was my best one.” Damen showed Laurent the plate with the single macaron he thought was perfect from his second batch. “I think.”

The macaron was discolored. Damen attempted to produce a lavender color, but it burned to a weird green on the edges. The feet rose, but the shells were not as smooth as the pictures on the internet. It was clearly homemade by a novice, but Damen was proud of it. Hopefully the buttercream filling and the flavor overall made up for its appearance.

Laurent looked at the macaron with an expression Damen did not know how to decipher. He looked like he was in deep thought, eyebrows furrowed, mouth pursed. Damen was getting nervous every second Laurent did not utter a single word. He knew Laurent was vicious and picky with the things he liked, and Damen did not want to spoil macarons for him.

“I’m sorry—” Damen blurted out nervously, just as Laurent said, “I love you.”

They looked at each other for a few seconds. Laurent’s face was flushing a deep red, with a small smile and adoration painting it.

Once Damen got over his shock and nerves, the biggest smile broke out of his face. He lifted Laurent from the ground with one hand, careful not to drop the other that held the plate, and kissed Laurent with all the love he could offer.

“I love you too, Laurent.”

“You do?” Laurent asked shyly, as if attempting to bake him macarons wasn’t enough proof of how much Damen felt for him. As if Damen hadn’t said it to him three weeks into their relationship.

Damen laughed and put Laurent back down. He cupped Laurent’s face with his empty hand and looked him in the eye. “Yes. Yes, I love you so much, Laurent.”

Laurent smiled —the sweetest, greatest expression Damen would never dare to forget for the rest of his life. That same smile Laurent gave him when he said he loved him the first time.

Damen was so gone already. He loved this man with every part of his body, every sliver of his soul.

Laurent kissed him again.

“Alright, I hope you remember that, because I’m tasting this macaron right now.” Laurent said, grabbing the plate from Damen’s hand.

Damen laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure you’ve said worse to me.”

Laurent smiled, looked Damen in the eyes and took a bite out of the macaron. His eyes widened.

“That good?”

“Damen, you used salt!”

#asks #fluff prompts #captive prince #lamen fic by me #damen #laurent #modern lamen #modern lamen au #laurent x damen #damen x laurent #lamen #lamen au #modern au #clearly baking macarons was NOT based on real life events #NO NOT AT ALL #no it really wasnt i did very well the first time i made them #which was also the first time i baked. ever #but other times well

[calm-and-wine]

(I’ll give you) the best years

PART VI / EPILOGUE (masterlist)

here we are, the last part, more of an epilogue really. it’s quite short, but it also felt right, so hopefully you won’t be too disappointed.

as it is the end, i want to say the biggest thank you to everyone who has read and interacted with my little story. i’m so glad you loved and accepted Nulu, it truly means the world. also, if you’d ever wonder about anything or want to talk about this little family, please feel more than welcomed to pop into my inbox! i love you all, happy reading!

PART VI / EPILOGUE

September 2030

Lucy was tired, but content. She was probably supposed to be wiped out, sleeping for hours on end would be acceptable too. After spending over 8 hours yesterday in the car with children, a whining almost 4 years old and a fussy 6 months old, she had every reason to feel half dead. Even though Niall provided her a little break, sending her grocery shopping while he watched the kids, she was still half dead. She actually really liked going to the supermarket, might have even spent extra long roaming the aisles, just to get a bit more alone time. She loved her children, of course she did, but everyone needed a small break once in a while.

But none of that stopped her from getting up early, starting the preparations, then waking the kids before they started crying, and doing the rest of cooking with both her daughters in tow. She was in a great mood, any tiredness or lack of sleep forgotten. After all, it was Niall’s birthday. And her husband deserved all the good things, always.

“Mummy, can I decorate? I wanna make them all pretty.” Evelyn, her eldest asked, her big blue eyes pleading, just in case her mum declined. It was almost impossible to say no to her when she looked at someone like that, a power she was perfectly aware of. Sometimes Lucy could not believe she wasn’t even four yet, she was way too smart.

“Sure, Eve, but just a few, okay? We’ll put the fruits and everything else on the table, so everyone can make their own.” She put a few pancakes on a plate before placing it in front of her daughter. Evelyn was nothing if not helpful. Lucy looked to her other side, where Olivia was sitting in her high chair, playing with her teddy and a wooden spoon. Apparently there were no better toys than kitchen appliances or whatever else you could find lying around the house.

There was soft music playing in the background, the last of the pancakes sizzling in the pan, a bubble of excitement fluttering in Lucy’s stomach. Life was good, better than good. She had everything she could have ever wanted, more than she even dared to dream about. Sure, it wasn’t always perfect and it definitely wasn’t easy, but they were healthy, and most importantly, there was a lot of love to hold it all together. 

Evelyn was born on the 14th of December 2026 and neither Lucy nor Niall knew what to do with the happiness and love bursting through them for this perfect little bundle they created. In the following months, Lucy was very glad Niall was home, because no matter how peaceful she might have looked, Evelyn was no angel. And Lucy would probably lose her mind, if it weren’t for him. He worked in the studio with the boys, but it wasn’t any crazy schedule, just slowly putting songs together, always making sure not to put too much on his wife’s shoulder. She was also very glad he convinced her to go ahead with the training centre, which opened in February of 2027, because it became a source of normality for her, a reason to leave the house and clear her mind, usually for a few hours twice a week. 

One Direction released their second album since reactivating in September of 2028 and then embarked on a tour, Lucy and Evelyn joining them for most of it. It was crazy at times, but Niall said nothing would ever beat standing on stage in front of thousands of people and turning your head to see your wife and kid dancing hidden on the side stage. She found out she was pregnant again on that very tour. They weren’t really trying for another kid, but they also weren’t actively preventing anything, just letting the universe work however it wanted to. So, on the 14th of March this year, Olivia was born. She was much calmer than her sister, which Lucy took as a blessing, only hoping it wouldn’t come doubled as a toddler rebellion or something. And once again, Niall finished tour early December, spending the last couple of months of her pregnancy home, helping her and being her rock, then enjoying another newborn bliss together. The band came back to work since, once again popping into the studio every once in a while, but there was no rush. Harry welcomed his second child recently, joking that Niall should pick up his pace, because he had been married way shorter, yet they had the same number of offsprings, his kids only a year apart. 

But for Lucy and Niall, there was no rush. She loved what they had, had felt this way for years upon years, pure contentment. She couldn’t even pinpoint a moment when she wanted something more than she already had, since she started dating Niall, not really. 

She put the last pancakes on the plate, the ones Evelyn decorated were already placed at the table, so she picked Olivia up, settling her on her hip, grabbing Evie’s hand and going upstairs. Her eldest giggled excitedly, letting go of her mum’s hand as soon as she opened the door to the master bedroom and sprinting before jumping on the bed. Lucy only hoped she wouldn’t land on Niall or kick him in the ribs. There was no stopping her when she got like this, though.

“Dada! Wake up! It’s your birthday!” she screamed, jumping up and down on the bed. 

Niall hummed, scrunching his eyes for a second, which earned him a giggle from his daughter, before opening them and instantly grabbing her to bring her down on top of him, tickling her before blowing a raspberry on her stomach.

“Hello, pumpkin,” he said, planting a kiss on her cheek, her eyes glistening and a huge smile showing all of her teeth.

“We made breakfast, you have to hurry,” she said proudly, going to stand up on the bed, Niall’s hands instantly going up to secure her in case she lost balance. He sat up looking at his wife, who stood near the doorway, their other daughter tucked in her arms, hiding her face in her neck. Their daughters couldn’t have been more different, Evelyn was a natural firecracker, while Olivia seemed timid and shy, he couldn’t wait to see them grow into two amazing women. “Dada!” Evelyn pulled on his hand, rushing him. 

“Okay, okay, I’m getting up, Evie,” he laughed, standing up and helping her down from the bed. He grabbed a sweater to cover his bare chest, barely managing to pull it over his head, before Eve started pushing on his leg, trying to make him move. “Go ahead, I’m right behind you,” he said, which earned him a huff.

“Just not too fast, bub,” Lucy reminded, when Eve rushed out of the room.

Niall stopped in front of his wife, a huge smile on his face, his hair a complete mess and his eyes still sleepy. 

“Happy birthday, baby,” she said, when he wrapped an arm around her, planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Thank you,” Niall said, giving her another peck, before kissing the daughter in her arms on the head. “And you, what got you all shy, bug?” he asked, pinching her leg lightly. Olivia finally looked at her dad, twisting in Lucy’s arms and reaching for him. Niall laughed lightly, taking her from his wife and tickling her before she let out the most beautiful giggle and hid her face in his neck. She was too cute. Both their daughters were absolutely adorable and as much as he loved it and was a proud dad, it sometimes made it hard being a parent.

“Come on, or Evie will lose her mind and the pancakes will get cold,” Lucy said, intertwining her fingers with Niall’s free hand and leading them downstairs.

“I really don’t know where she gets her lack of patience from.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Lucy snickered, looking at him with a raised brow.

“Okay, so maybe I have a slight idea,” he chuckled, “but I’m not that bad.”

“Yeah, but you’re also not 4.”

He looked at his wife, both their eyes glistening with glee. “Point taken.”

They reached the kitchen and Niall stopped in the doorway surprised. It was more than he expected, the table was perfectly set, fresh fruit, chocolate and maple syrups, bacon and even whipped cream laid out, along with a stack of pancakes way too big for them. 

He looked at his wife incredulously. “You did all that? With two kids to look at?” he asked, forever in awe of his wife.

“They were on their best behaviour,” she assured.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek.

“Dada! I helped! And I have a present for you!” Evelyn said, practically jumping by the kitchen table.

Niall put Olivia in her high chair, while Lucy shook her head at their eldest’s antics. They were supposed to have cake and give him presents later, but at this point she wasn’t even surprised Evelyn couldn’t wait.

“Okay, come here then,” Niall said, sitting in a chair, grabbing Eve and sitting her on his lap. “Oooh you made me a card?” he asked, his voice excited, when his daughter handed him a colorful piece of paper.

“Mumma helped with spelling,” she noted, looking up at him with the biggest smile.

“It’s beautiful, I love it. We’re gonna hang it back home. Thank you, pumpkin.” His heart was so full, he couldn’t even comprehend it. He kissed her cheek, then the other, then the crown of her head, until she giggled.

“Can we hang it here until we leave?” Evelyn asked, looking at him with her usual big eyes. They came to their house in Ireland for a few days to change the scenery. And because Lucy always tried to get him here for his birthday, knowing how much he loved his home country. He appreciated the gesture a lot, even though now his home was wherever his family was, the place didn’t matter much.

“Of course,” he assured, placing the card on the edge of the table so it wouldn’t get dirty. “Let’s eat now, yeah?”

She nodded, her blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders. She was a perfect mix of Niall and Lucy, the hair was all her mother’s, but the eyes were just like her dad’s. She made a move to get off his lap, but he secured an arm around her waist to keep her with him. 

“Don’t leave me, it’s my birthday!” he said dramatically, earning himself another chuckle. It was his favourite thing to do, trying to make his girls laugh, all three of them. 

Lucy finally moved, going to make some coffee for him, taking a minute to watch her family, while it was brewing. They were all in pajamas, Evelyn wearing a blue robe with pink hearts on it, Niall in plaid bottoms and a sweater, she was wearing cotton pants as well, with Niall’s hoodie. He was feeding Olivia, her high chair turned towards him, while making sure Evie didn't fall off his lap, completely adored by his daughters, just as much as he adored them.

“Hey, come eat,” he said, looking at her, a lopsided smile on both their faces.

She nodded, pouring the coffee and bringing it over for him, before sitting herself on the other side, so she could admire her family. 

The house was filled with chatter and giggles, Lucy and Niall’s eyes shining with emotions, the smiles constant on their faces. When they ate over half of the pancakes and their bellies were full, cheeks hurting from laughing, she got up to clean up a bit, hanging Eve’s card up on the fridge. Niall got up too, placing Evie on his chair, and came up to do the washing, ignoring Lucy’s protest that he shouldn’t do any cleaning on his birthday, while she put the leftovers into the fridge. 

When they were both done, he pulled her into his body, before they joined their kids. They should get dressed and go out for a walk, but he wanted a minute with his wife. 

“I love you so much, Lulu,” he said softly, after kissing her, their first proper kiss of the day.

“Love you, baby,” she reciprocated, raking a hand through his hair.

He stood with his arms around his wife, planting soft kisses across her face and on her neck, while watching the kids over her shoulder, their eldest daughter gabbering on and on about something she was clearly very passionate about, while their 6 months old looked at her sister with big eyes, probably not understanding a word, but giving her her full attention. Niall’s heart was so full, he was sure it must burst one of those moments. He felt that way whenever he had his three girls right with him, just like this. Not even doing anything special, just being together, being a family. He truly did not know what the hell did he do to deserve it all, the most amazing wife and two beautiful daughters. 

He drew his eyes back to Lucy and just knew she was filling similar things, one of her hands clasped on the back of his neck, while the other was travelling up and down his side. 

The way they looked at each other and were together, made her feel like they were two teenagers in love. Crazy about each other, with heart eyes and butterflies in their stomachs. It didn’t mean their love wasn’t mature, their relationship stable. But in those moments, she felt incredibly lucky. That after all these years, the spark between them didn’t dim. That her body still felt warm whenever he was near, her heart skipping a beat whenever he looked at her. It was something she was incredibly appreciative of, their love evolving, growing to new heights, but never really changing. Deep down she not only hoped, but knew that it would be like that forever. That not only this was the man she’d grow old alongside and spend the rest of her life with, but that she’d be completely in love with him for every minute of every day. And for just as long, she’d be utterly, absolutely loved by him.

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[refinedbuffoonery]

I + Can’t + Lose + You (2)

masterlist. Read it on AO3. 

A/N: Did I take my time on this or what? Yikes. I’ll try to get the next update out much faster. Enjoy! 

*****

Riley had to admit, she was having the time of her life on this impromptu road trip with Mama. 80s music blasted from the truck’s speakers, and she and Mama danced in their seats. But Riley knew their fun was coming to an end the moment she spied the sea of brake lights in the distance. 

It took no time at all to catch up to the traffic. Every vehicle packed on the freeway sat at a standstill. 

“How do y’all live like this?” Mama asked incredulously. “There is no reason for this many cars to be on the road.” Riley chuckled. 

After another half mile of crawling through bumper to bumper traffic, Riley was finally fed up with it too. “Okay that’s it,” she announced. “We’re taking the back way.” 

LA streets were slow, but nothing was as slow as the 10 during rush hour, and they’d left right at the beginning of it. Avoiding the freeways like the plague, Riley wound through the city streets, flooring the gas through every yellow light. 

After a particularly risky one, Mama questioned, “Who taught you to drive?” 

Riley grinned ear to ear. “Jack.” Mama rolled her eyes and double checked that her seatbelt was buckled. Before long, they were back on the freeway, zooming toward the desert. 

In Indio, they stopped to get gas and use the restroom. From here to Phoenix, there was just a whole lot of nothing. Maybe some cactus, tumbleweeds, and the occasional Joshua tree if they were lucky. 

Although, Riley doubted her luck, considering she was driving to Phoenix in a truck with crappy air conditioning in the last week of July. She regretted not changing out of her favorite black Van Halen tank top into one that was a lighter color. 

By the time Riley exited the gas station’s convenience store armed to the teeth with snacks, Mama had finished filling up the gas tank and was now leaning against the tailgate, waiting. “You’re still driving,” the older woman said. Riley sighed. Of course she was. 

Riley jumped at the sound of a door slamming open behind them, almost dropping her armload of snacks. A guy wearing a navy blue hoodie sprinted toward an old Bronco, clutching something to his chest. He dove into the car and sped off. Riley and Mama winced at the squeal of the tires as he skidded out of the parking lot and back onto the road. 

The sole convenience store employee had chased after the thief to no avail. Dejected slump curving his shoulders inward, he stared after the long-gone car. 

Wordlessly handing the snacks to Mama, Riley cautiously approached the employee. He was just a kid, 25 at the most. “Hey, I’m sorry that happened.” She tipped her head toward where the Bronco had been parked. “Are you okay?” 

“Am I okay?” he asked incredulously. “Of course I’m not okay! That was the third one today and my boss is going to be fuc--pissed and it’s all because I can’t see in the back anymore because the first guy smashed the security camera with a can of Pringles which he then stole.” He had the wild look in his eyes of a furious customer service employee who was about to explode but couldn’t because they were, well, a customer service employee. Riley pitied him. 

“Well, I can’t do anything about the thief, but I think I can fix your security camera issue.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah.” Riley wasn’t totally sure she could fix it, but she’d seen Mac build and fix enough cameras over the years she figured it was worth a shot. “Can you show me where it is? I’m Riley, by the way.” 

“Marco,” he replied, holding the door open for her and Mama. Marco led her to the far corner of the store. Back here, everything a customer did would be completely concealed from the cashier. Mounted from the ceiling, the security camera’s shattered lens didn’t do much good. 

“Can I take it apart?” 

Marco looked skeptical, but he said, “It’s not like you can break it any more.” 

Riley unhooked it from the wall and began taking it apart. Aside from the shattered lens, it wasn’t actually broken. She could fix it if she had a camera. 

Riley froze. She did have a camera…

God, when did she turn into Mac? 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered as she cracked her phone open. Riley didn’t bother checking to see if she had any notifications first. They were about to disappear forever anyway. Mama’s eyes widened, but Mac would’ve been proud. She held up her unusable phone and wiggled it. “In this line of work, always get the insurance.” 

“You’ve spent too long with that MacGyver,” was all Mama said, but Riley didn’t miss her impressed smirk. 

The hardest part was breaking her phone. Riley prided herself on having the lowest phone replacement rate, which she knew was only because mission success relied on her tech actually working. Mac only sacrificed hers when he had no other option. 

Riley also knew Mac picked which phone to sacrifice based on who would have the most dramatic reaction. So, she dutifully handed it over every time wearing a serious expression, refusing to give Mac the satisfaction of being annoyed. 

Connecting the phone camera to the security camera wiring was easy enough. The finished product looked janky as hell, but Riley was pretty sure it would work. “Alright, go check whether it works.” 

Marco wove his way back to the counter. A few seconds later, a shrill “It works!” echoed through the convenience store. 

Mama smiled. “Good girl. I’ll meet you in the truck.” 

A rush of pride filled Riley--the same one she got every time she MacGyver-ed her way out of a problem. Fixing the security camera hopefully would put an end to Marco’s shitty day. 

She met Marco by the exit. “Thank you!” the kid said, throwing his arms around her in an overenthusiastic hug. Riley stiffened at the contact and patted Marco’s shoulder. He let go, none the wiser to her discomfort. 

“You’re welcome,” Riley said. “Have a good rest of your day.” She exited the convenience store and walked back to the truck. 

**********

Mac was alone in the war room when Riley’s location disappeared off the map. 

Gone, in the blink of an eye. 

“No,” Mac said to himself, voice catching. Her location last showed her at a gas station in Indio, but she could be taken anywhere from there. There was a whole lot of nothing and no-man’s land for her kidnappers to make her disappear in. 

Watching the tracker cut out finally pushed him over the edge. Mac succumbed to all the worst case scenarios that were threatening to incapacitate him completely.  They know who she is, and they’re forcing her to hack something. Or maybe they don’t know who she is, what she can do, and they just grabbed her off the street because she’s pretty and...Mac couldn’t finish the thought. 

Without anyone there to stop him, Mac let himself get absorbed in his own head. I’ve lost her, for good this time. She’s gone. Riley’s gone.

Why the hell hadn’t she sent him a clue? Every time she got kidnapped, she always managed to give him a clue about her whereabouts. Riley was one of the smartest people he knew. How did this happen? Who the hell took her? 

I never told her I’m in love with her. 

God, what if he never got that chance? Or what if something really bad happens to her and he’s too late to stop it and she loses her faith in him? 

He had to find her. And when she was safe and healed and at home he’d tell her. Mac stormed out of the war room, nearly running Matty over on his way out. 

“Where are you going, Blondie?” she asked. 

“To get Riley back.” 

He didn’t stop walking until Matty said, in the gentlest possible voice, “Mac.” 

Her tone was the only reason he turned around. If she’d spoken in her Matty The Hun voice, it would’ve fueled him to keep walking, but something about the knowing gentleness made him pause. He turned to look at her, every emotion he felt about the situation and about Riley plain on his face.

 “Okay,” she said, giving him a small nod. If she didn’t know about his feelings for Riley before, she definitely did now. 

Mac ran to his truck and sped off. 

**********

Matty added Mac’s location tracker to the screen in the war room. Like a true Californian, he skipped getting on the 10 completely and stuck to the secret back ways he’d learned over the years. Like Riley, he sped through every yellow, but eventually he got stuck in a long chain of red lights. 

Despite the fact that one of her two best agents was MIA and the other was out of his mind with grief and fear, Matty smiled to herself. Mac would find Riley; they always managed to find each other, against all odds. And when they finally reunited...maybe some things would finally be put on the table. 

Good things, Matty decided. She’d always suspected their relationship might go down this road. For years, Mac and Riley unconsciously gravitated toward one another. They stood unnecessarily close together, they constantly flicked their gaze to the other, they kept tabs on the other’s emotions. 

Because of that, she’d rarely put them undercover together as a couple because of the romantic potential. If they were ever going to move past their obliviousness and develop feelings, Mac and Riley deserved for that to happen on its own, without a bunch of charades in the way. Although, given the details they’d both left out from their reports on the op in Monte Carlo, it might’ve been just the thing to finally push them together after all this time. 

All of the chaos of the last year must’ve brought new, deeper feelings to the surface, because after defecting to Codex, Mac and Riley grew closer, though they remained guarded with the rest of the team. Even if they didn’t recognize it, their relationship was changing, hopefully for the better. With the hands they’d been dealt in life, Mac and Riley deserved that kind of lasting happiness more than anyone else she knew. 

Eyes still trained on the screen, Matty whispered, “Go get her, Mac.”

#beth writes #i+can't+lose+you #macgyver #macriley #macgyver fanfiction

[stylesvolume94]

Foster Parents - Sneaking Food

Ryder-8

"I tried to get him into the bath again, H, and he scratched me this time. He just kept scratching until I let him go, and he ran to his room. I found him under the bed, he was still naked, and he was crying, and I don't know what to do, H, what do we do? How do we get through to him? What do we-"

"Love...I need you to calm down, okay? He's still adjusting. It will take time for him to trust us fully. It'll get better, but it has to get a bit worse before then, ya know?"

After minutes of saddened silence, Brayley decided to tell her husband about her morning experience with their foster son, Ryder, over the packing of dinner leftovers. Ryder had eaten only three bites of his grilled chicken, half of his green beans, and left the sweet potatoes untouched before sprinting up to his room without a word.

He hadn't talked all day. The night previous, he had wet the bed and Brayley found him hiding under his covers, shaking and wet from his torso to his knees. When she tried to get him in the bath, he cried and scratched at Brayley until she set him down where he escaped down the hall. Ryder was terrified of baths and even more so since he ruined his sheets.

His birth mother found him in soaked clothes once and went to bathe him. The difference between the two was that Brayley didn't drag him by his hair into the washroom. And she definitely didn't hold him underwater until he was almost unconscious to "teach him a lesson." There are so many every-day tasks that Ryder is terrified of, and it usually takes both Brayley and Harry being there for him to understand that it's not a punishment.

"I know. The transition for him was just so fast. I'm afraid it was too overwhelming. I mean, he's never known love or care. He's never known what it's like to have loving parents, H. I just want to help him."

"I know, baby. I do, too; you know that. How about I go check up on him while you finish packing up and then in, say, twenty minutes we'll both be there to get him in bed, yeah?"

"Yeah...yeah, all right."

Harry kissed his wife on the temple before stalking through his house to the stairway. He sighed and ran his hand over his face, not tired but worried for his small boy.

When Harry and Brayley first saw Ryder, they knew he was meant to be with them. They saw how tiny and innocent the boy looked with his shaggy blonde hair and grey eyes, and decided right then that they wanted to foster him. They wanted to show this boy love and care for him in the way he should've been his whole life.

After years of fertility struggles, the couple thought they weren't meant to have a child by blood but rather to foster and hopefully adopt to save them from the system. Once their eyes landed on the eight-year-old little boy, they felt nothing but admiration and the overwhelming need to protect him forever.

Upon reaching Ryder's bedroom door, Harry took a deep breath before knocking as gently as possible, knowing Ryder was still awake and not wanting to scare him.

"Ry? Can I come in, babe?"

Harry didn't hear anything on the other end, so he cracked the door to look in. He saw Ryder sitting on his twin bed, holding his stuffed lion in his left arm, and scribbling a crayon over a coloring page with his opposite hand.

The sight made Harry smile softly. The lion was a gift when the couple first met Ryder, and the coloring book and crayons were part of his homecoming presents.

Harry opened the door enough for him to step in as Ryder's head snapped up, eyes wide when he curled into himself suddenly.

"Hey, buddy. You left dinner pretty quick. Did you get enough to eat?"

Harry spoke softly but Ryder didn't answer. He only stared at Harry before glancing toward his nightstand, his breath coming out in deeper puffs. Harry took a few steps inside the room.

"Are you still hungry? Bray's got some cookies in the kitchen. I can go with you, and we can have a cookie, yeah? Watch a movie, maybe, the three of us?"

Ryder's eyes locked onto Harry's, fright evident in them as his body tensed even more when Harry sat next to him. The bed creaked, and a few crayons rolled at the sudden dip. Harry saw how Ryder shifted uncomfortably, his eyes going back to the stand, and figured he thought Harry was upset about the bedwetting.

"All right. That's all right, babe."

The two sat in silence for a few minutes; Harry staring at the boy while Ryder kept his gaze on the bottom drawer of his nightstand that was slightly ajar.

Suddenly, Ryder kicked out his foot and closed the drawer the rest of the way. He seemed panicked and frozen as he clutched the stuffed lion with both arms tightly, hiding his face in its mane.

Harry's brows raised at the abrupt action and he tilted his head for a better view of Ryder's fearful face. Sliding off the bed and down on one knee, Harry opened the drawer to reveal it filled with food.

Ryder had stashed packets of goldfish and pretzels, candy bars, packaged bread, even cans of corn and peaches that Brayley thought she lost two weeks ago.

"Ry," Harry sighed and was about to ask why he snuck the food when he saw silent tears pouring down Ryder's flushed face.

"Hey, that's all right. Have you been taking these from the pantry?" The boy didn't answer. Instead, his eyes followed Harry as he slowly slid back onto the bed.

"You know, Ryder, you don't have to sneak food. You can come to Brayley or me and ask for a snack if you're hungry." Harry's voice hadn't strayed from its soft, comforting tone.

Ryder's eyes kept their shape while Harry looked towards the drawer. "These aren't very good snacks, anyways, bud. Here, let me show you something."

Harry reached down and grabbed the pack of bread with only four slices left, yet he knew it had to have gone bad just by its look. He turned the bag over so the date appeared and held it gently in front of Ryder.

Pointing at the bag, Harry explained, "Do you see these numbers? This is an expiration date. It's to make sure the food is still good, but once this date is gone, it isn't too good anymore. Okay?"Ryder nodded, shifting his gaze to Harry's face, a bit taken aback by his tone.

"How about, we throw these out. Tomorrow, you and me, we can sit down and make a list of some snacks you like, yeah? And then we can go to the store and pick them up. How does that sound?"

Ryder nodded quickly, both at the prospect of receiving foods he liked and the fact that he wasn't being scolded or screamed at for secretly hiding food from his foster parents.

"If there's something you want that we don't have here, you can tell Bray or me, all right? We want to make sure you have foods you like here. And, while we're at the store, we can pick up some yummy desserts, huh?"

Harry smirked, trying to get Ryder to smile and loosen up. The tactic seemed to work as the child lifted his face and whispered a response to test Harry's still warm mood.

"Chocolate pie..."

Harry didn't think the relief that flooded through his body and the smile on his lips could grow any bigger. He let out a laugh, and Ryder's lips twitched up into a small grin.

"You like that chocolate pie from last week?" Ryder nodded quickly. "Then, we'll pick out the biggest and chocolatiest pie we can find."

At that, Ryder let out a joyful, yet small, laugh having thought the word 'chocolatiest' was his new favorite. Harry didn't think he could be any more proud of that little laugh. He gently turned and held his hand out for Ryder to take. The boy hesitantly put his palm against Harry's and looked up into his loving green eyes.

As Harry began to speak, he wiped his thumb under Ryder's eyes to rid his tears. "You're a good boy, Ry. Brayley and I are here for you, always. You can come to us with anything you need, okay, bud?"

Just as Ryder acknowledged Harry's promise, Brayley walked through the doorway. Ryder knew this meant bedtime, so he started slipping under the covers as Harry moved his coloring supplies to the floor.

Brayley closed the thick, cream-colored curtains and turned on the small lamp before kneeling beside the bed. Harry joined her, and the two tucked Ryder in, stroking his hair lightly and smiling to calm any nerves that might remain.

Harry kissed the child's temple and stroked his cheek before speaking. "We love you, Ryder. So much. Have a goodnight, bug." He kissed him once more for good measure. "Goodnight, sweetheart," Brayley whispered. Kissing his cheek and rubbing his back before the pair stood to leave the room.

Bray knew not to close the door at night completely and left it open just enough for him to slip through if he needed. With one last look, they saw Ryder staring at them from where he lay comfortable in the sheets. His little hand poked out, and he waved at his parents, whispering the lightest, "Goodnight," at the two.

Harry and Brayley smiled fondly at Ryder as he closed his eyes and slowly drifted to sleep. They knew that Ryder was going to be a challenging boy to get through to, yet didn't know how they could love him more in that moment.

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Yes another one😅. Bakugo, Kiri, and Tamaki’s reactions to their fem! s/o proposing?

A ring of promise

Genre: fluff

A katsuki bakugo, ejiro kirishima and tamaki amajiki x reader

A/n: hey guys! So i chose a promise ring instead of an engagement ring because i feel like i would flip it around, mess things up and start fangirling while writing kiri proposing to s/o. So i kept it simple and chose a promise ring instead. Requests are still open so please don't be shy to ask anything! Love you guys, lets get on with it 😊

Katsuki bakugo

You were just in the bed of your dorm, bakugo right besides you, on his phone.

You were laying on his chest, just watching what he's watching on social media.

You were giddy and squirming all around to get comfortable.

"oi, why are so giddy. You keep fucking moving."

You sat up, prompting him to sit up as well.

Your face looked fucking serious.

"what's wrong dumbass?"

"i'm nervous about something."

"about what?" his voice softens. He wants you relaxed and not worked up about the issue.

"about us in the future."

Oh.

He looked at her with patient eyes.

What were planning?

A breakup?

His breath hitches waiting for you to speak again.

You fumbled with your jean pocket and took out a simple gold band.

"w-what's that for dumbass?"

"we may be still young katsu, i just want to give you this. A promise ring. A promise that i will never leave you."

You gave him one of the most biggest smiles you ever given him and took his hand, slipping the ring on his finger.

"a promise that i will stay. Through good and bad."

You were expecting for him to shout and hastily return the ring back.

But what he did instead was hug you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder.

You nuzzled into his neck with happy tears in your eyes.

"you know, i already know what i want in the future. For you to be my wife. And i already know you'll stick with me forever. Thank you. thank you (y/n)."

He pulled away an inch just to kiss you on the lips only to return again to your same position.

He placed the ring on a chain and wore it around his neck (since it might melt and burn him when it gets hot enough) and he never took it off again.

Even when he gave you your own diamond ring.

Ejiro kirishima

You were on a boardwalk theme park date.

You ran around, ate food you weren't supposed to eat, rode rides you know would take your breath away and tried games that you knew were rigged.

By the end of the day, you both sat in a pod of a slow moving ferris wheel. Admiring the sunset and the people below.

Once you were at the top, you started to fiddle with the end of your skirt.

"baby... is something wrong?"

"uhh... No!"

You took a deep breath and took out a ring box from your bag and took the gold band inside.

"what's that for?" he asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"i know we have a lot of things to go through after graduating. We both have to start our careers right. But this is another thing we have to go through. Our marriage."

Hearing the word marriage made him blush.

"i just want to give you this as a promise that we will stick together through thick and thin."

You smile at him, taking his hand and putting the ring on his finger.

He was smiling so brightly, you thought his face might break.

You kissed the band on his finger and hugged him tightly.

Once you got down he picked you up and spun you around the boardwalk.

He lowered you down a bit, your feet not touching the ground. You pulled you even closer and kissed you.

His kiss was filled with love, care and happiness.

That happiness never dwindled even through the hardships of being a hero.

His happiness was at it's peak and will always stay there when you added the second ring on his finger on your wedding day.

Tamaki amajiki

You took him on a date to a butterfly dome.

Once you walked in all the butterflies started to flutter around the both of you.

He was very happy to be with you.

You were happy to be with him.

You walked around the flower-filled exhibit, hand in hand as you reached the center of the dome where the big and colorful flowers grew and where all the butterflies hanged.

You let go of his hand and looked at him, playing withe hem of the flower dress you were wearing.

"i-is everything o-okay b-bunny?"

"yeah everything is fine tama!"

You took out the silver banded ring from your purse and gave him a giggle.

Taking his hand and putting the ring on.

"just a ring to show you that i want to stay with you forever. You don't need to rush on our wedding, this ring will symbolize that i will stay with you while we work things out in the real world together."

He was bright red.

He was shaking.

In a good was though, he was smiling more brightly than usual.

Your hand still holding his, you were rubbing his knuckles to calm him down when a purple colored butterfly fluttered and rested down on the ring.

That made him blush even more.

You dropped his hand and stepped closer and closer until you were at a distance to pull him close and kiss him.

From that day forth, His smile never faltered.

His smile for you never faltered through all your hardships.

And his smile never faltered when he got down on one knee in the same area for you a few years later.

WE ARE DONEEEE!! i loved how everything turned out in this fic, i'm really proud. Hopefully you guys like what i did with this request too! My inbox is still open so please leave your requests in there if you'd like. Thanks for reading everyone! Love you guys 😊😘

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[mightiestheroes]

Thanks to the lovely anon for the request💙! I accidentaly deleted it but at least copied it before.

Sorry for any mistakes in advance. I hope it’s somehow what you wanted💙.

Hey! Can you please write a Jaskier x Fem!Reader story, where the reader is of ranking birth, and grew up with Jaskier/Julian, as childhood friends, but their paths divide when the reader come of age, their fates seemingly never to meet again, until they meet again years later, whilst Jaskier is with Geralt, and it turns out that they still have those old feelings that they all those years ago. Lots of angst with a romantic ending!! Thanks so much!!

Since you could remember, Jaskier was always by your side. Your families were strong allies and somehow most of the time you spent together. The boy that grew up with you was always talented, his parents paying for music lessons and learning to play any instrument and sing came quite easily to him. Your parents were also rich and with high status so you also learned to play some instruments, knitting but mostly dancing. You really enjoyed that. Your friendship was always innocent and pure,  when you were little kids, you used to run around the palaces chasing each other, you learned how to read and write together and you loved visiting the kitchens where you’d smile sweetly and charm the servants to give you some delicious treats. Your childhood was filled with laughter and happiness and that blue-eyed troublemaker. Then when you both turned into your teenage years it changed a little but you stayed close as always. You both were curious about the life outside your golden cages, him getting interested in girls and you observing boys but no one seemed to be interesting to you. If something was bothering any of you, the other would take care of it. That usually meant hiding in one of your beautiful gardens and Jaskier playing his lute and singing and you dancing and sometimes singing along. It always put smile to your faces and all the troubles went away. Sometimes you also practiced flirting with each other to gain some experience for the future while sneaking with some if your parent’s wine. But the older you got, the more you realised that the flirting wasn’t so innocent and careless. He was very important to you, probably the closest person who knew you even better than your parents. One night he told you about the rumours he’d heard about you two being set to marry each other to join your families. You blushed slightly at that but said nothing and so did he. But sometimes he mentioned being bored in those walls and how he dreamed about amazing adventures to sing about. You also felt trapped and useless, you wished you could do something more with your life. What you didn’t expect was that your wishes would come true so quickly. Jaskier’s parents enlisted him into Oxenfurt Academy. You were so happy for him, you were sure he’s capable of incredible things. But also you felt sick thinking about him leaving. You’ve spent your whole lives together and now you were going to be left alone. A few days later you found out your parents decided to send you off to another befriended family so you could learn there. Apparently there was a woman who was willing to teach you about herbs, potions, oil and medicines and maybe you could become a healer one day. That thought helped you a bit knowing that you could do something useful for people and not sit there heartbroken missing Jaskier. The feared day came faster than you wished. You walked close to the gate where Jaskier’s horse and supplies were waiting. You saw him talking to his parents, his mother tearing up a little bit before letting him go. Then he slowly came over to stand next to you and neither of you knew what to say. He looked at you with sorrow but you could also see his excitement – you knew him so well.

“For the first time in my life I don’t know what to say…” He started looking down because he couldn’t meet your sad eyes.

“Say you’ll remember me.” You replied hopefully and gave him a small brooch with your favourite blue stone as a reminder. He smiled sweetly at that and put his hands on your shoulders.

“I could never forget you, Y/N. You are the most important person in my life and I am sure we’ll meet soon.” He tilted his head to the side and kept staring at your face trying to burn it into his brain. “And I wish you all the best with your healer training. I’m already proud of you. But don’t anyone hurt you or they’ll face my wrath…” he tried to lighten the mood and judging by your soft laugh, he succeeded.

“I’m going to miss you so much…” you whispered tearing up and hugged him with all your force. He returned the gesture and caressed your hair with his hand.

“I’m already missing you too.” He admitted and leaned back to wipe your tear- stained cheeks with his thumbs. Jaskier watched your face for a bit longer and leaned in to kiss your forehead. He hoped you could understand his feelings without saying them outloud because he wanted to spare you both more hurt. Your eyes fluttered closed with that sensation and you tried so hard to remember this moment forever. Jaskier shifted and stepped back to get ready to hop on his horse.

“Julian, wait…” you exclaimed taking his hand and taking a small step to kiss him on the cheek. You could feel his smile and heated up skin and it made you smile too. “Goodbye, my dear. May we see each other in the nearest future.” He squeezed your hand one last time and let it go. You took a deep breath and watched him leave till you could no longer see him up the hill.

Days passed. Then days turned into weeks and weeks into months. You found yourself quite fond of the new place and your teacher. She was a quiet, nice woman but she could take a good care of herself as well. You learned from her anything that she was willing to teach. In your free time your roamed her gardens often thinking about the good old days and certain blue eyes. You wondered what he was up to, if he was safe, if he fell in love. It still brought a sting of pain to your heart but you knew that no woman could resist his charms. You had no luck in meeting any interesting men, not even when you went to town for supplies. After a few years you were completely ready to become a healer on your own. You felt proud of yourself and wished he could see you now. You decided to live closer to people who could need your help so you moved into a small cosy house by the lake. You made sure to have your own garden to plant vegetables, fruits and herbs. You loved it and it made you feel safe and content. People seemed to trust you rather quickly and came for your help without hesitation. You grew close to the community, getting to know everyone. Of course you noticed some men looking at you a certain way and they tried to flirt with you. And you usually flirted back. Especially when one day you heard a rumour that Jaskier left Oxenfurt with someone and he led quite colorful life charming the ladies. This brought back a lot of memories of your shared moments. But you knew it was stupid of you to be hung up on him and you should enjoy your life more. With that in mind you welcomed another patient – Erst, who struggled with terrible headaches. He was quite tall and build, he had gentle greyish eyes and a handsome smile. You’ve noticed the way he tried to flirt with you a few times and it really didn’t bother you at all.

“You know, there are big festivities in town tonight. You deserve to relax and I was hoping you’d go with me?” he asked when he was about to leave. You thought about it for a moment but smiled and agreed you’d meet him there. After he left, you prepared yourself a hot scented bath and wondered what to wear for the evening. You picked a long, flowy baby blue dress and brushed your hair letting it cascade down your shoulders. When you got to the town’s square you found yourself in a feerie of colors, sounds and smells. You’ve heard that a witcher and his bard may be visiting the festival so you were excited for an interesting and fun night.

“Hello, beautiful.” Someone said in your ear and you turned to see who it was a bit startled. There stood Erst with a small but beautiful flower in his hand. “May I?” he asked pointing to your head. You nodded and he leaned in to put the flower in your hair, behind you ear. You thanked him and he took your hand and put it on his arm to lead you further into the crowd. You had quite a good time with him, eating delicious treats, drinking wine, dancing. You stopped to talk to other women, whom you considered your friends and the giggled when Erst kissed your hand and walked away for a moment. After a while you decided to look for him, just in time as someone announced that the guest bard would be performing. You turned around the corner and saw Erst pinning some girl to a wall, kissing up her neck. Your mouth fell open but you made no sound just walked back to your friends telling them what happened. Just then you heard the bard start playing his lute and turned around to take a look at him only to be stopped in your tracks. There he was. Your friend, your partner in crime. He changed a bit, you had to admit that. But he looked even better now. His shoulder more squared, his features mature and masculine. But what hasn’t changed – that magnificent blue eyes that held so many emotions. The song he was playing was nice and catchy and people seemed naturally drawn to him. In the far corner you noticed a tall, muscular, handsome man with white hair and amber eyes and you assumed it must be the famous witcher. The song ended and crowd erupted into loud cheers. That’s when his eyes fell on yours. You didn’t know he could smile so big but his face filled with pure shock and happiness.

“Y/N, is that really you?!” he asked surprised coming closer. Instead of answering him, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“Julian…” was all you could muster from your shocked brain. He was quick to put his arms around you too and picked you up a little to spin you around. A happy giggle left your lips and he could swear he wanted to hear that every day from now on.

“You look beautiful, how have you been?” he asked genuinely curious but before you could say something, you felt an arm around your shoulder. You turned to see Erst with a smug grin on his face and before you could react Jaskier beat you to it.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were with someone…” was all he said and quickly turned on his heel and returned to his spot for another song. He didn’t notice you shrugging of Erst’s hand and arguing with him about what you saw earlier. But it was the sound that caught his attention. A loud slap. He lifted his eyes just in time to see your raised hand and the man opposite you rubbing his cheek with anger in his eyes. Jaskier stopped singing and quickly apologised the crowd while getting closer to you.

“Is everything all right, Y/N?” he asked concerned.

“It is now, right?” you said that with a pointed look towards Erst. He huffed but turned around and quickly went away. Jaskier felt impressed by you and he thought to himself that it was probably one of the best things he has witnessed in his life.

“That’s my girl!” he smiled smugly at her. “But are you really all good?”

“I am, sorry, he was just a mistake.” You shrugged and smiled at him with sincerity.

“Will you sing with me?” he asked suddenly and you were taken aback.

“No way! You are so good and I haven’t been singing since you left…”

“Nonsense!” he took your hand and led you to his makeshift stage and started playing a familiar tune from your childhood. You smiled at him with tears in your eyes but joined him in singing. You also noticed almost all women and some men watching the bard with adoration and something you could only describe as lust. It made you realise that he could pick anyone and everyone to keep him company and that maybe you grew apart. You finished the song and bowed a little to the crowd’s loud cheers and Jaskier took your hand again and you started running off with a loud laugh. You felt like you were in your parent’s gardens again and it made you nostalgic.

“Oh I missed that!” he admitted when you finally found a quiet place to sit and talk.

“Me too! But what are you doing here? How have you been?” you asked him excitedly. And Jaskier began to tell you about his life and the time he met Geralt and started travelling with him and became his bard. You were so enchanted with his stories, you could listen to him for hours. You weren’t sure why but he suddenly stopped talking and looked at you so fondly, you felt your breath hitch.

“Gods, you are even more beautiful than I remember…” was all he said and leaned in to capture your lips with his. You were shocked at first but quickly kissed him back with the same passion. You pulled away after some time to catch your breath and you both laughed again with joy.

“I can’t believe it took me so many years to do that!” Jaskier admitted with faked annoyance and you laughed loudly. Your moment was interrupted when someone called out for him and you noticed the witcher coming by.

“I thought you did something stupid again and someone took you.” Geralt said with his stone expression.

“I would never!” Jaskier protested. “Geralt, meet Y/N!” he added and put his hand on the small of your back. Geralt nodded at you and you smiled.

“So you are the Y/N he wouldn’t shut up about, good to finally meet you.” The witcher said with a small amused smirk to tease his friend. Jaskier’s cheeks became as red as a tomato and you laughed again.

“Nice to meet you too, Geralt. Jaskier’s been talking about you too.”

The night passed so quickly on talking and bringing back all the best memories. Jaskier walked you to your house and you offered them both a place to stay. They happily agreed and Geralt was fast asleep in one of the rooms. You sat with Jaskier by the fire, both silent for a moment.

“You know, I never forgot about you as I promised…” the bard suddenly whispered.

“I’m happy to hear that. I thought about you every day.” You admitted and put your head on his shoulder. Jaskier wrapped his arm around you to bring you even closer. He kissed your forehead the same way he did when he was leaving and it brought tears to your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” he asked worried.

“I just… I’m so happy you are here. But I was thinking about you leaving again…”  Jaskier sighed and took your hand in his.

“It was one of the hardest things in my life to leave you. And if by some chance, you are willing to take me, I don’t want to leave your side ever again.” He smiled hopefully at you and awaited your response. But instead of using words, you grabbed his shirt and kissed him with so much emotion that he knew how you felt. His smile after that brightened up the whole room and looking into his eyes, you finally felt what it is to find peace, happiness, home.

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When I Grow Up  (Lee Seokmin)

So...Erin snapped me that we hit 1300 followers as I was finishing this!! Thanks my loves for sticking around!!! We try to keep you happy!!! I still have plenty of ideas but no time, but I’m trying!!! I hope it captured the growing theme!!!! 

Credits to the gif owners!!!

Word count: 5607

Inspo: When I Grow Up

Y/N age 12: 

“Did you know chocolate is a vegetable?” You looked up from your homework to stare at the ten-year-old boy you were babysitting and shook your head. “I’m serious,” he continued. He attempted to clean the cookie crumbs off of his mouth, only to smear one of the chocolate chips that had gotten stuck. He laughed at his mistake.

At that, you smiled at him and cleaned his face. “Finish your snack and then we can start your homework. And it’s shower day, so we need to make sure you’re clean when your parents come home.”

“I don’t smell though,” he whined, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. He reached over to grab another cookie and accidentally knocked over his glass of milk. You managed to pick up your worksheet in time but by the time you found a rag, it managed to seep into Seokmin’s shirt and pants. “Oops,” he said sheepishly. “Can I shower right now? Milk smells gross when it’s not cold anymore.”

“Okay. Being me your clothes when you’re done and then I can wash them.” You walked to the kitchen sink to wring out the milk, nearly gagging when you felt it running through your fingertips and washed the cloth thoroughly. You heard the shower running, thankful that he listened to you and threw his soiled outfit in the washer. 

You had been watching Seokmin for a few weeks and you learned how to adapt to his hyperactive personality, which made you proud of yourself. You didn’t force him to stay still or make him do things quietly. Instead, you let him take out all the Hot Wheels he owned and build all the bridges with the VHS cassettes his parents stored away and let him play to his heart’s content. Like many kids his age he would’ve rather done that than start his homework, which was normal. And he liked to bribe his way to have dessert for dinner, which never happened but you commended him (hah! You managed to use a vocabulary word from one of your classes!) for always trying. You’ve met his sister several times but she was currently in that phase where she was embarrassed by her younger brother so you often stepped in with the babysitting. He was a sweet kid and one of your favorites at that.

“Y/N, I’m out,” he called you a few minutes later. He stood in front of the doorway fully changed into his favorite Spongebob pajamas, the water dripping onto the carpet and held out his towel for you to dry his hair. Seokmin’s favorite thing about showers was having someone running the bath towel through his scalp to dry his hair, or anyone just playing with his hair in general. He liked that more than when someone scratched his back when he tried sleeping. 

“Alright, you’re all done. Now get started on your homework. I don’t know what time your parents are getting home today but I know I let you play long enough.”

“Five more minutes?”

“Sorry buddy. We had a deal. Homework now, and then maybe TV later if they’re not here yet.” You checked the time. “I think they left pizza money just in case.” 

Seokmin’s eyes widened. “I like pizza! With lots and lots of pepperoni and lots and lots of cheese. Can you order pizza Y/N?” He clapped his hands together. “I promise I’ll do all my homework and I won’t say nothing. We never had pizza before.”

You mulled it over a little bit more, not really trusting the child’s word, but when your stomach growled, you agreed. “Fine. Start it now and I’ll call.” You had to admit that it was a comical sight to see Seokmin zoom out of the room and put his backpack back in in record time. 

He pulled out his folder, sending a few loose papers flying in the process and searched through them until he found the one for his reading log. “I don’t like reading so can we do it last?” 

The homework session flew by with moderate amounts of complaints from Seokmin (despite his promise to stay quiet) and almost crying a couple of times because he couldn’t pronounce some of the words right. The pizza arrived before he finished so he ate while he read, getting some of the oil on the paper and you telling him to put his slice down so he can concentrate and by the time the Lees came home, he was grumbling about taking the empty box to the trash and how he could’ve been playing with his cars. But he smiled the whole time and begged his parents to let you sleepover and then to go with his dad to take you home even though you lived across the street.

“You’re coming tomorrow, right?” He asked hopefully before you left.

“Tomorrow and the day after that,” you promised. 

“Y/N, will you still take care of me when I grow up?”

“Ask me in 10 years Seok. You might change your mind and be too old for a babysitter then. Good night.”

Y/N age 13: 

“I can’t believe I’m finally going to your house! You’ve been in my life forever and I never knew what the inside of your house looks like.” Seokmin talked a lot faster when he was excited so all you caught about this conversation was how it was related to you was how his new best friend having a pool at his house and him (the friend) going swimming whenever he wanted, among other things. He stopped talking long enough to watch you unlock your door and he changed the subject. “Is your room messy like mine or does someone make you clean it? Do you have to do chores too? One time my friend got his Xbox taken away because he didn’t wash dishes the other day…”

“Seokmin, I’ve had a long day, and I’d appreciate it if you stayed quiet for two minutes, please.” You flopped on the couch, closing your eyes and hoping to finish the day. A new school was tough enough but it was tougher when you were trying to fit in with the crowds and no one spared you a second glance. It didn’t help that you had developed a fast crush on a boy in one of your classes when he picked up your mechanical pencil and said red was his favorite color. “Do you want something to eat?” When he didn’t answer, you opened your eyes to see Seokmin wiping his own. “Hey are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Do you not like me anymore Y/N?” He sniffed. “You never talked to me like that.”

You let out a big breath, reminding yourself to be patient with the young boy. “Yes Seokmin, I still like you. I just...didn’t have the best day.”

“My mommy says it isn’t good to do things like that.” He stopped the last of his tears, and quietly took out his homework to work on on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry,” you told him after awhile. “I’ll try harder...but listen, I know the neighbors got a new dog. Do you wanna go see if they’ll let us walk him?”

At that, Seokmin forgot about the pain in his heart and smiled wide enough for all his teeth to show through. “I like dogs! Can we get slushies too?”

“If you want,” you shrugged. “I just don’t want you to be sad anymore. You’re not Seokmin if you’re not smiling.”

“I won’t be sad anymore Y/N! Promise!” He crossed his heart with his finger and beamed at you until you laughed. “Y/N?” 

“Yeah?”

“Do I make you happy? Even when I’m annoying?” 

“You are without a doubt one of my favorite kids.” You found his beanie on the couch and put it on him in case the air had a chilly bite to it, and patted his head fondly. “Then again, you’re the only one I watch most days of the week.” 

“When I grow up, do you think there’ll be someone you’ll love more than me?”

“Ask me in 10 years pal. As of right now, no.” Although you couldn’t help thinking about that guy in your class.

Y/N age 14: 

“I’m too old for a babysitter,” he huffed. 

“Seokmin, the fact that you and your friends had to graffiti a wall when you were unsupervised says otherwise.” You sighed. Truthfully, a 12-year-old had some (or should’ve had) common sense at this point so even you didn’t know why you still watched him. You would’ve rather stayed home curled up somewhere, taking an online quiz about which Big Time Rush boy was your soulmate or memorizing the newest One Direction song and cursing the peak of puberty for the imbalances of your life.

But because the Lees still paid you to watch their son, Seokmin sometimes felt more like the gum under your shoe you couldn’t get rid of no matter how many times you tried scraping it against the pavement instead of a friend due to your closeness in age and all the time you spent together. Sometimes you wanted to talk to him about books or music or something that piqued your interest but he still found joy playing in the mud and throwing bugs in your direction. You scoffed at the simplicity of his life. You already knew how you wanted to live. You wanted out of here, going to the school that offered you the best job skills and working the hours you wanted and still have time for your friends. But for now, even just a concert would suffice. Instead, the sun beat down on you and Seokmin as you waited for his piano teacher to arrive and you didn’t wanna hear him complain about being old enough to be here by himself. He had been growing at a steady rate so it was somewhat of a challenge to ruffle his hair in apology because you agreed with him but you managed.

“Why do I even have to play the piano Y/N? It’s so boring.”

You felt the offense personally, but waved it off. “It could come in handy someday.” You pictured your future love in the form of your idol serenading you with a ballad and sighed dreamily. “The greatest composers are still remembered for playing the piano and you know something? You can control the emotion with just a stroke of the keys.” 

“Still sounds boring.”

“Well, I tried,” you laughed. “I’ll let you in a secret though.” Seokmin’s eyes widened and he leaned in closer to you, eager for you to spill. You lowered your voice, making it seem like it was important that this information be shared with him only, “If you don’t like it, your mom said we can find something else for you to do. But just give it a shot, okay?”

“Okay, I will!” He bounced up and down. “But if I don’t like it, can we go watch movies or go play at the park?”

“Not today, but we will if you don’t like it. We’re just trying to keep you out of trouble.” You ruffled his hair again and kneeled. You pointed to your lap and he raised his left foot so you tie his shoe.

“I don’t cause trouble,” he pouted. “When I grow up, you’ll see that I’m an angel.”

Y/N, age 15:

You were on your feet, giving Seokmin his standing ovation before he even finished hitting the last note, and he stared out at the crowd, finding you easily. The audience followed soon after, most of them standing up as well. He shuffled off his seat, his pudgy hand waving excitedly at everyone. Tears pooled at his eyes from the emotion and a few slipped and he wiped them away just as quickly. Win or lose, you knew he gave his all and that was the most important thing. The host shuffled him backstage, announcing a quick intermission for deliberation and the crowd started voicing their opinions, some louder than others and you had to cover your ears. 

Although you didn’t watch Seokmin anymore, it didn’t mean anything, especially recently. His parents had it let it drop that Seokmin was being bullied at school and he needed all the support he could get while they worked with the administrators to do something about it before they took the law into their own hands. That meant distracting him with whatever he wanted and protecting him when you heard particularly nasty comments about him. (Now you weren’t a fighter by any means, but you didn’t exactly shy away from throwing a couple of punches or books when necessary, regardless of age, gender, or height.)

He found his escape on the piano, pouring out his sentiments onto the keys and playing for several hours and you could often hear the heartbreaking melodies, wanting to console him and find everyone who hurt the precious human who said hello to plants every morning and often stayed wary of the insects. You did pride yourself on finding a couple of them and dragging them by the ear to apologize though it wasn’t a complete loss. 

You could feel Mrs. Lee’s clammy hand wrap around yours as everyone held their breath. Fifth place was announced, followed by the fourth, third, second, the honorable mentions and finally to no one’s surprise, Seokmin’s name was called as he won first place, the host stating that the song choice baffled the judges, especially when his he opened his mouth to sing. He was still crying when he met everyone outside minutes later, holding both his parents and hiccuping whenever he tried composing himself. His sister sprayed him with silly string and offered to treat him to breakfast the next time they hung out. And you merely held out the bouquet of roses to him, showering him with all the compliments you could think of and watching his eyes mist up again from the praise. You stuck a twig full of leaves on his hair to distract him and it worked.

“Y/N, are you always gonna be like this?” He asked, dodging his mom’s kiss as discreetly as possible. 

“Like what?” 

“Being here when I grow up.”

You smiled at him. “Buddy, I think it’d be a crime to not to at this point.” You wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his sweater you were holding.

Y/N, age 16:

“I mean, if you wanna sing, then sing.” You had bumped into a tall and awkward 14-year-old Seokmin at a karaoke night, you with your friends and him with his. Well, you had passed his table and he pulled on your backpack and hid behind the food menu so you shrugged it off and walked away. 

He had the habit of greeting you with an ear-splitting scream because you didn’t see each other as often as you were used to. (High school...what could you do? You wanted to shred your old image ad start a new one, though you weren’t sure how. Your teenage rebellion did give your family a headache so you knew you were doing something right). He told you about the possibility of moving to Seoul City to pursue his new dream of becoming famous. His asset turned out to be his voice which you couldn’t help but grin at the recognition.

“I’m leaving next week so tonight we’re having a night of fun.” He beamed at you. “But we should do a duet like we used to when I was little before we go!” 

Because he was sitting down, he made it easy for you to pat his head and then pull his hoodie over him so he wouldn’t be cold. “If I don’t forget, then yeah. I’ll be-” you searched for your favorite table, cheering silently when you saw it was vacant, “-right over there if you need me. I won’t be as good as you though. You mom tells me you’ve been practicing.”

“I try. Okay Y/N, I’ll pick the song and then I’ll let you know!” He wiped pizza sauce from his mouth, missing a spot. “If they throw food though, at least you won’t have to pay.” He laughed at his own joke before one of his friends dragged him away from you and led him to an air hockey table.

“Doesn’t he use your honorific?” Your friend asked once you were seated.

“He used to when we met, but I told him it wasn’t necessary. I’m not that much older than him.” It never felt weird that Seokmin addressed you so casually just because he felt like a friend now, not someone you used to babysit. “Besides, I’m already used to it, so if he started to do it, I don’t know how I’d feel.”

“Besides old?” You smacked your friend playfully. “I’m just saying. It’s not a bad thing, but I was just curious.”

A couple of hours passed by, and you were sure Seokmin had forgotten about his proposal when he came out of nowhere just as you were starting dessert. He told you he thought long and hard on his decision and he chose a Disney favorite: “If I Didn’t Have You” from Monsters Inc. and you let him take the lead, putting all his emotion into his parts and you trying to match the passion and failing. 

“I hope we can do this in future when we grow up,” he smiled, fanning his face and you nodded in agreement, not telling him it’d be awhile until you went onstage again. You held hands as you as you took the final bow and yelling at him for leaving you up there.

Y/N, age 17:

“Seokmin, this is my boyfriend.” You didn’t expect to run into the boy while you visited the city, but then again, you didn’t expect your parents to let you explore Seoul City with your boyfriend and yet here you were. After window shopping for a large part of the day, you decided to have lunch at a fast food restaurant. And as you were leaving, you held the door open for a handful of rowdy boys and it was only when the last one thanked you that you recognized him.

He had grown taller, obviously and if puberty wasn’t done hitting him yet, it’d continue. He lost a lot of his baby face and weight overall, and you could see he was slowly getting comfortable with that. His eyes still held the naivety which surprised you because you expected a lot of it to be lost (mostly because a lot of 15-year-olds understood the concept of dirty jokes, hormones and the fact that society rejected anyone who didn’t confine to the norm, amongst other things) and his smile was as wide as ever as he grabbed you in a bear hug, and even though you missed seeing the precious boy in your neighborhood, you had to push him away because he reeked of dirty socks and an enclosed space. 

Seokmin waved at him eagerly and continued catching you up on his life as if you weren’t blocking the doorway and there weren't any people trying to get in and out as fast as they could. “I’m here having lunch with my hyungdeul.” He pointed to everyone there saying their names faster than you could keep up. “We have seven boys, one from China and a young one from America and there’s another boy who has the same birthday as me! How exciting! Now we get to have two cakes and double the presents! They want us to debut with 17 boys...isn’t that crazy?!”

“I bet, How are you holding on?”

His smile faltered a bit. “Sometimes I wanna quit because it’s so hard, but there’s a boy named Seungkwan who keeps telling me to go home, but he only makes me wanna try harder. I think I like him but I’m not too sure. There’s another boy named Hoshi who helps me with my dancing so that helps.”

“Dokyeomie,” you heard someone call out and Seokmin turned his head. “Your food’s ready and it’s getting cold. I’m not responsible if someone eats it.”

“Coming hyung!” he called brightly.

You stared at him in confusion. “Dokyeomie?”

“Oh yeah! They call me Dokyeom or DK or whatever! It’s so cool to have a nickname! Can you call me that from now on, now that I’m grown up?”

You tiptoed to remove an insect that had gotten caught on his hair. “I mean I can try. Don’t move. You have a ladybug in your hair.” He froze his tracks so you were able to take it off quickly, and ruffling his hair in farewell. “We’ll see. It was nice seeing you and good luck with your group.” Once you had gotten outside, you made a wish on the ladybug, hoping that Seokmin, err DK would get everything his little heart desired.

Y/N, age 18:

You didn’t expect to see Seokmin at your graduation party so he managed to render you speechless. From what the Lees told you, he’d been working hard and fighting hard for the chance to debut because the company who scouted him couldn’t afford to keep him or any of his members and they preferred to cut their losses. “You’re here!” You managed to say through your shock. You hugged him dumbly, quite sure you were dreaming and you’d wake up soon. Nope...his arms wrapping around you felt too real but even then you weren’t convinced. 

“This is one of the biggest achievements in your life and you think I’d miss it?” Although he was teasing you, you could see the hurt making his way to his face. “I think it’s time for me to be here for you this time don’t you think?”

“Oh please, when you debut it’ll be the same thing as always.” You eyed the gift bag in his hand curiously. “What’s that?”

He hid it behind his back shyly at seeing your boyfriend beside you and kiss your head. “Oh it’s nothing...just something that my friend Mingyu helped me make for you. I’ll leave it on the table.” 

“Oh no. I wanna open it now. Lemme see.” You reached for it, but due to Seokmin’s never-ending growth spurt he easily put it out of your reach and you had to fight him just to get it. “Good to know you’re still a child,” you told him good-naturedly when you failed to reach him and he lowered it enough for you to snatch it from him. You peered inside, frowning at the tissue paper that covered the present. You took it out gently and were met with a card. You opened it, not recognizing the names inside, congratulating you and wishing you well. 

“My bandmates wanted to sign it,” he explained. “I hope that’s okay.” He pointed to each one, explaining who each one was and filling you in on what they were doing that day. “Who knows? Maybe if we debut and we’re famous, they might be worth something.” The unspoken hung in the air and you changed the subject.

You moved onto the actual gift in the form of a shirt. You gave the bag to your boyfriend and unfolded the shirt, doubling over in laughter. “Really?”

“What? My favorite babysitter needs to support her favorite kid and what better way than this?” 

“Yeah Seokmin, but it isn’t it a bold assumption to say you’ll be my bias? How do you know that…” you scanned the names on the card quickly, “the dinosaur won’t be it?”

“I...don't think he’d be your type; he’s still a baby.”

“And you aren’t?” He ducked down to your level to pout and you used the excuse to pull the beanie he was wearing down to his eyes. “See?”

“Excuse me? I already grew up!” He wrapped his arm around your neck, grabbing you in a chokehold and not letting you go until you called him an adult.

“You still have a ways to go, dude,” you smiled at him. “Thanks again for coming.”

“When I grow up more, you’ll do the same for me.”

Y/N, age 19:

With the exception of Seokmin and his family, you weren’t familiar with one person in the room, but your eyes prickled with tears for everyone. It was actually happening. After what felt like an eternity of walking on eggshells, everyone had gotten the news that Seventeen would be debuting, albeit with 13 members. But that was only half the struggle. The other half would be staying afloat with what they had for the time being. You hoped that everything would work out for them in the long run. They’ve worked too hard and sacrificed more than everything to get to this point. The boys hugged each other, their parents, each other's parents and each other again, all while crying and hollering and praising the leader, producer and choreographer (you couldn’t tell who anyone was, but that would change soon, you promised yourself) for their talents and efforts. 

You could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket but you opted to ignore it. Your boyfriend knew you’d be here already and you wouldn’t be home until midnight, the earliest. It’s not that you had been having problems lately, but something felt amiss, like something was fading. You could almost feel the beginning of the end of the relationship, but you were trying to keep it alive. He was too. But there was a small, subconscious part of you that knew that the first love magic was wearing off, not that either of you mentioned it out loud. You felt a little bitter about it, but you were gonna ride it out until the end...no matter how long it was and with no regrets. 

Seokmin running to you from behind and enveloping you in a back hug brought you back to the present moment. You could feel the wetness of his cheeks on your neck and you turned around wipe the tears from his face with your sweater paws. “Are you proud of me Y/N?”

“I’ve been proud of you since you decided to do this. You’ve grown up really fast. I can’t wait to see what else you decide to.” You hugged him again. “I can’t believe just yesterday I was tying your shoes so your laces wouldn’t get stuck to the pedal and now you’re gonna be this big star. It’s amazing.”

“Thank you for believing in me Y/N. I promise I’ll do the best I can as I grow up as an artist.” He bowed. “Aren’t you gonna play with my hair now?”

Y/N, age 20: 

finally split with your boyfriend as 18-year-old Seokmin captured the hearts of fans all over Asia and the world.

Y/N, age 21: 

said goodbye to everyone in Yongin to move to Gangnam with the promise of a good job and college life while Seventeen rose on the charts 

Y/N, age 22: 

finally attended a Seventeen concert. The seats weren’t the best and the shirt he gave you for from graduation was still too big, no matter how many times you tried to shrink it, but you had fun watching him. Your heart flip flopped a little when he smiled at the crowd and you proceeded to drink your water as fast as you could.

Y/N, age 23: moved closer to Seoul City because of a better job offer; Seventeen travelled the world both for work and leisure.

Y/N, age 24: The barista gingerly placed your coffee on the table and back away, unnoticed. You looked up from the laptop when the aroma reached your nose and took a small sip before resuming your typing. It wasn’t everyday that you had a chance to breathe and you took advantage of going out to your favorite coffee shop. From the first moment you stepped in there, it had the otherworldly feel and you just loved the homeliness of it, so whenever you had a moment to breathe, you stopped here. Between work, school, making new friends and looking for a potential relationship, you were still learning how to divide your time but figuring out something had to go. You stirred the cup with the little straw absently with your free hand, keeping a majority of your attention on your email. 

“Y/N?”

You looked up the person who called you, your brain registering it as Seokmin’s voice but not processing it quickly enough because it still surprised you when you saw him. “Oh, hi.” Your eyes widened and you blinked a few times just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. “Hi!” You stood up to greet him properly, but unsure whether to hug him or bow. He was an idol now, after all. 

He decided for you, reaching for the hug. He grabbed you tightly, wrapping his arms around you as if he didn’t intend to let you go and he sighed deeply. “How are you? What are you doing here? Can I get you something? Wow it’s so good to see you.”

“I’m good. You look good. How are you?” 

“Good. I’m taking a break. Woozi hyung needed some more coffee and he asked me to bring him another cup while I was still out.” He smiled widely. “What brings you here?”

“I live here now. I mean I’ve lived here for the past year. I mean, not here, here but here in Seoul.” 

“That’s so cool! You have to let me show you around sometime! Or we should hangout! Whatever works for you! Wow, it’s so great to see you!” 

You could feel the blush on your cheeks at that. “It’s really great to see you again Seokmin. The years have really good to you and you’ve grown up well.” You straightened the collar on his jacket.

“I dunno about that. SCoups is always threatening to find me a babysitter, so if you’re interested in taking up that job again, feel free to call him.” He scratched the back of his head. “Hey Y/N, do you wanna grab dinner tonight? I know it’s sudden and you have things to do but tonight I’ll be off early and I don’t know when we’ll run into each other again so-”

“Sure.” You held out out your phone to him. “Call your phone from mine and then you can text me the address later.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

Seokmin, age 23:

Seokmin had always been a dreamer, but he never expected his childhood crush to be sitting next to him while they watched movies. He watched your intense expression as you focused on the screen, piecing the puzzle together and your eyes widening when you figured it out. Seokmin didn’t know how you did it, but he knew if he asked, you’d gladly share your theory. He saw your bouncing in your seat from keeping quiet, so he paused it and asked you. When you finished, he smiled at you and cupped your cheek, still not quite used to the fact that he could do it freely.

“What?”

“I’m just really happy to have you, you know that?” He closed his eyes when he felt your fingers dust off the crumbs from his face. Some things, he realized, never changed and he had never been more okay with that fact than right now. “I’ve been in love with you for so long and then this happens after a few years of not seeing you.” The old shirt he gave you was still too big but it touched his heart that you kept it in good condition and still wore it to this day.

“You’re still smiling. Share.”

“Do you remember what I told you a long time ago?” He threw his arm around you and brought you closer to him. He kissed your hair and nuzzled you.

“Seok, you told me a lot of things. I can’t remember everything.”

“What did you always tell me?”

“‘Seokmin, stop running with scissors before you hurt yourself?’”

“Every time I asked you a question Jagi,” he giggled. He kissed your forehead this time.

“‘Ask me in 10 years?’ Okay, what about it?”

“It’s been longer than 10 years. I can’t remember everything I asked, but here you are, taking care of me still.”

“The circumstances are different, but still. Why are you asking me all this though?”

He let go of you and fumbled around his pockets until he produced a ring. “Will you take care of me for another 10 years? Maybe more? It’s not an engagement ring because I know we still have a lot to do, but it’s a promise ring. Will you accept that Jagi?”

He slipped it on your finger when you nodded and you stared at him dumbfounded. “Just how long have you been in love with me?”

“Awhile.”

“How long do you plan to stay in love with me?” 

“Always.” He pulled you close him and he could feel you playing with his hair, the way he remembered you doing it millions of times. Your fingers never lost the tender touch and it was one of the times he felt like a kid again. “Maybe when we grow up more, I’ll understand everything.”

“Seokmin?”

“Yes my love?”

“We did grow up.”

He kissed your lips. “But now, we can grow up...together.”

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[fablesrose]

Of Kings and Shadows XXI

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Warnings: Feels (hopefully this gives you feels😅)

Notes: Hey, guys sorry for skipping last week. Werds was hurd, so I decided to post this a day early. Enjoy!

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Clint sat alone in the observatory area looking over the training area. The twins were doing their training exercises on their respective sides of the room. He was lost in his thoughts. Ones he desperately wanted a map for.

"Well look who it is." Natasha walked into the room from the door behind Clint.

Clint didn't acknowledge her presence; he just sat in silence, staring at the young pair below him minding their own business.

"Miss, Mr. Barton currently does not have his hearing aids in. He cannot hear you."

As Friday was talking a light blinked in Clint's line of vision. He perked up and looked over his shoulder to see Natasha walking around the chairs to sit by him. His eyes flicked from her mouth to her hands, waiting for her to talk.

[You're having a bad day] Natasha signed at him once she sat down and twisted to face him.

[I guess you could say that] Clint paused, not sure what else to say, but eventually continued on describing the thoughts and feelings swirling in his mind. He first jerked his head to the side towards the window facing the training area, [Doesn't that look familiar? A young agent in the training room, training with hardly any attention put on the world around her? All she wanted to do was succeed, Nat] Clint's head and eyes hung heavy with sorrow and regret.

Natasha, as quick on her toes and tongue as she was, had to think about what to say to him.

She didn't get to answer before Clint began to shake his head with an obviously forced smile and airy chuckle, [How long has it been? 5 years?]

[6 years 1 month 11 days] Natasha quickly signed to correct him.

There was a pause, Clint blinking at her, before he signed back, [You're having a bad day too.]

Natasha bit her lip, feeling a bit foolish. [I think everyone is having a bad day.]

Natasha would be right, as always. Throughout the compound, the team was dealing, somewhat poorly in some cases with the various feelings of loss. There were only two people who were blissfully unaware of the emotional turmoil rolling around the building and they were in the training room.

Luckily, most of them weren't alone. Even if they wanted to be.

It's both amazing and sometimes scary how in sync the Avengers are with each other. I'm not even sure who or what triggered it, but nearly the whole compound was feeling the absence of a particular young woman.

They could all be found in separate spaces, some started off alone, but didn't stay that way. Clint in the observational area with Natasha coming to join.

Tony was working in his workshop on some new groundbreaking invention when Rhodey knew he didn't want to be alone. Eventually, they flipped through some pictures. Rhodey didn't get to know her since he was so busy in the military at the time, but he knew how much she meant to Tony. To everyone.

Steve could be found in his room next to a desk. He's been picking up drawing again these days. He was particularly broody which caused Bucky's Steve sense to tingle. Bucky was sitting on the bed, watching Steve doodle, as Sam tried to push him off so he could sit down. Their bickering left Steve with a grateful chuckle. Bucky and Sam never got to meet her, but the way the team talked about her made them smile.

Many would have thought Bruce would be working himself to sleep in his lab, but even doctors need some fresh air. He was outside lying in the grassy field. He liked to watch the consistent repetition of Thor and Vision passing each other Mjolnir. Repetition was good for their minds. It was mechanical and didn't need much, if any, thinking. They seemed to forget sometimes that Vision remembers Y/n. He is so much different than Jarvis, after all.

And that accounts for everybody... except for one.

I don't wish you to think bad of him. Or to pity him either.

Instead, I want you to be proud. Loki has bonded with the team enough to be in sync with them. The team trusted him enough to leave him alone and knew when he needed to be.

He tended to wander around his room. His pride was large, but even he had to break down a little. Eventually, he couldn't take it any longer, so he opened a drawer and pulled out a little box stuck in the back corner. He rarely looked at it anymore, but he could never become even close to getting rid of it.

Lifting the lid, the shiny surface of an old smartphone looked back at him. He wiped the dust off with his pants and sat at the head of his bed. Before he turned it on he examined the corners and edges of the case. The color was worn, fading to the white plastic underneath.

He flipped it over a couple more times before turning it on and unlocking it. Y/n was smiling up at him, surrounded by the goofy faces of the Avengers. Loki was not included in the picture. He couldn't remember why anymore. Knowing himself, he probably rolled his eyes at the time.

He smiled a bit bitterly before opening the music app. He put it on shuffle and let the soft notes of the opening chords play out through the speakers. Listening to her music left him feeling like he was getting to know her better even though she wasn't there.

I thought I knew you well But all this time I could never tell I let you get away Haunts me every night and every day

He opened her gallery and started to scroll through the pictures. A lot of them were pictures of the team having fun. Even more pictures were of seemingly random objects, but no one could deny they looked cool or pretty. Loki smiled when he would get to a picture that had both of them in it together.

You were the only one The only friend that I counted on How could I watch you walk away I'd give anything to have you here today

He missed her. There weren't very many times they were together alone, but he finally thought that he was building friendships when Y/n disappeared, and hers was one he really wanted to cherish. He thought he was making things right. He wished she hadn't been taken or left, or whatever happened to her. Whatever the reason, Y/n was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But now I stand alone with my pride And dream that you're still by my side

But that was yesterday I had the world in my hands But it's not the end of my world Just a slight change of plans

He sighed when he scrolled through all the pictures. He had his nostalgia. He knew there was nothing to be done. He has to move on, he has moved on, but a day of remembrance to keep everyone sober is appropriate. Maybe even necessary.

He quickly looked at the battery to see it was running a bit low. He pulled out a charger he got from Tony and plugged in the phone, shutting it off in the process. Loki made it so the phone could charge while still in the box and closed the lid. He placed the box gently back in its place in the drawer.  He closed it softly with a sigh.

That was yesterday But today life goes on No more hiding in yesterday 'Cause yesterday's gone

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Arguably, the worst part of this whole ordeal was the deafening silence that I experienced. The natural noises of civilization, of people, of, anything living, in particular, was absent. I couldn't even hear the rumble of a machine, the beep of the camera (yes, there is still one in my room. Don't ask me, they're creeps), or the settling of the building.

The way I tried to overcome it was to use my vast knowledge of music to sing to myself. Some people have said that music was the only thing I used my head for, but I didn't really mind. Look what it's doing for me now, it's keeping me sane.

Music and just burying myself in the memories. I had to block out reality somehow, and my imagination was severely tainted with my inner turmoil, so I settled on the Avengers to bring a smile to my imaginary face. Ya know since I can't use my own.

Love, my love I gave it all Thought I saw the light When I heard you call Life that we both could share Has deserted me Left me in despair

Sometimes they made me sad. I took what I had for granted, now I have no idea if I'm even going to see them again, let alone get to talk to them, laugh with them, cry, smile, do anything. Sometimes I wish I would never see them again. It's obvious that I'm not going to break free of whatever mad science/voodoo they put on me. I really don't want to face them.

But now I stand alone with my pride Fighting back the tears I never let myself cry

I vaguely heard an alarm going off, it was different than any other alarm I'd heard. I knew it wasn't a fire alarm, I had heard that one plenty of times. I didn't pay much mind to it, there wasn't anything I could do anyway. The equivalent feeling of my heart clenching came to mind when I knew my daydreams wouldn't continue. It's been a rough... Forever.

But that was yesterday Love was torn from my hands But it's not the end of my world Just a little hard to understand

I told myself I was going to make it. I don't know for how much longer, but I was going to make it. I started to pay more attention to the groups of running soldiers, armed with weapons I had only caught glimpses of. Noxy suited up into her protective white jumpsuit. The sleeves only went to her elbows to show off her powered up black-gloved hands. I couldn't deny that I liked the combat boot style they gave me, but I didn't understand Henry's obsession with the color white.

It's been talked about how some of Henry's bases have been put under attack. Most were of rival organizations. You'd be surprised how many there are. From the looks of it whoever is attacking, out of all the bases available, had the luck to choose the one I was kept in.

Noxy walked the power walk of all power walks approaching the sounds of gunfire. The lights flickered and dimmed as she past. I felt the power within me surge as they did, the shadows powering me up. There was a group of agents just down the hall and they were under fire. Agents rushed by me as reinforcements. I couldn't see who the attackers were yet, but I could see debris flying from around the corner of the T in the hallway.

The agents had a strange mixture of fear and respect as Noxy approached. Another day at the office. They were dropping like flies and I could hear that the intruders were breaking down the defenses very quickly. The few agents who could, moved out of Noxy's way so she could stand in the middle of them and face the attackers.

That was yesterday But today life goes on You won't find me in yesterday's world Now yesterday's gone

She reached the center of the group and turned a perfect ninety degrees in the open hallway. Time seemed to slow down for a moment as I saw who was on the other side of the flashing lights that promised pain. I was only prepared for the physical pain of gunshots, but instead, I got the agony of heartbreak.

There was a moment where Noxy stood and assessed the situation. At that moment, so many things flashed across my mind as I soaked up what was in front of me. Familiar faces looked back at me and I had never felt more trapped. They froze when they looked at my face. All hands started to lower for a second, but only one.

The Avengers all had mirrored expression of horror, shock, disbelief. I wanted to cry, laugh, collapse. I wanted to do anything. Anything other than what my body showed. Noxy's gaze remained stoic as she maintained eye contact.

I don't know if it was something in the shots they gave me, or how wide they were stretching their eyes, but I could see the whites of them, even if they were at least 20 yards away. I tried to memorize the shades of blue and green looking back at me. I only wish I could have seen Tony's eyes, but he had his helmet on, the only reason I could tell he recognized me was the repulsors in his hands dimmed.

The moment came to an end all too quickly. Without batting an eye Noxy formed a plate of darkness and sent it to push the attackers back. She then hit specific points in the walls causing the ceiling to collapse. The way was blocked off completely.

Just like the physical walls of the building, it felt like the walls that were holding me away from control started to contract. For the first time in months I screamed; I cried out for any type of deliverance. I wanted to curl up into the fetal position with tears rolling down my face as I yelled until I was too tired to stay awake any longer.

I felt numb as Noxy walked away and the agents rushed around her to start the evacuation process.

For the years, I'm sure it's been years now, I've been stuck in this place I've relied on the happy memories to try and drown out the horrors I've seen. I didn't know for sure, but I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be like that anymore.

Goodbye yesterday Now it's over and done Still I hope somewhere deep in your heart Yesterday will live on

I just hoped I would be able to see anything other than betrayal painted on their faces.

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrqPZFNrqCA

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[buckyforbreakfast]

Trick Candles

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When everyone forgets your birthday, Bucky tries his absolute best to come through for you.

Warnings: fire

Word Count: 2,630

A/N: this was a request for @julianaunknown‘s birthday this past June and, not gonna lie, mine as well (re-uploaded because my tumblr got deleted)

Two weeks until the day

It was the last thing on everyone’s mind. What with tension amongst the team and the ever growing threat in space, there was no room to worry about birth dates. They usually got celebrated out of the roof, which you’ve witnessed countless times before.

No one was ever forgotten. Hell, last year they’d all planned you a cruise.

Rhodey was the most recent to receive a ‘happy birthday’ from the team. His party was played down this year just as everyone else’s. With each birth date of a team member, they were getting less and less focused on.

It was over a month since Rhodey turned forty-nine and no one had even mentioned yours as it neared.

Bucky Barnes, as attentive as one is when they have a crush, wrote your birthday down on his calendar the first time you’d mentioned it. He’d deny it, but he knew your birthday before you had the chance to say it because he’d looked up your file in Tony’s database.

If you’d, for whatever reason, been in his room and saw it before you told him when it was, he figured that might be a little creepy. More than creepy.

The poor man hadn’t even said six whole sentences to you in the year and a half that you’d been there. You’d noticed this, of course, but dismissed it as he isn’t really a conversationalist with anyone but Steve.

You decided he didn’t really care for you, and that was fine. There wasn’t much reason for you and him to interact enough to be friends, but boy was he good looking.

Birthdays were never a big thing for you. You never wanted to have a big party or have a bunch of people celebrate your being another year older. Once when you were younger, it had been a big deal. It inconvenienced a lot of people and you never made a big fuss over it again.

Bucky didn’t know this, nor would he care if he did. He wanted you to be praised. If he could put you on a pedestal, the man wouldn’t hesitate. It was evident that the team had forgotten.

The world was winding into danger again and it had slipped their minds. You knew that. He knew that. It was sad all the same.

Almost he’d said something about it to Steve, but held his tongue on second thought. The world ‘selfish’ came to mind. He wanted to be the only one.

He had two weeks to get information out of you. Two weeks and he’d barely spoken to you. It would be suspicious, but he had to try.

Your schedule was something he’d memorized early on so as to make sure he was in the same room with you after you came out of a meeting, or catch you as you return from a jog, and accidentally run into you when you head to the gym.

In a few minutes you’d be strolling into the kitchen to fix a sandwich and he’d take his shot.

You were wearing those blue running shoes he liked most and a purple theme to your workout gear.

“Finally find time to get a run in?” he commented casually, grabbing a bottle of water from the counter.

The suddenness of his voice made you jump, “Oh, yeah, finally.”

Beads of sweat still held on to your forehead. There was no one in the gym today. They were all in the boardroom, contacting the rest of the Avengers. It’d been hectic in the gym the last few days and your usual schedule had been interrupted. They were all going to be on the field soon. You didn’t want to get in their way.

Bucky was a sight for sore eyes. He must’ve been staying out of the way too, because it was rare that he made conversation with you. The loneliness made its way to him as well, you hypothesised.

He cleared his throat, “Mind showing me how to make those sandwiches you like?” Hopefully something small like this wouldn’t make you think too much. He had no idea what to get you for your birthday and it was most definitely not going to be a sandwich; it was a start though.

“Uhm, yeah. Tired of eating fruit snacks?” you giggled a little, attempting to make it more personal instead of two strangers.

The teeth you’d never seen flashed into view, they were perfectly white and you were taken aback by his beauty. Everything from his teeth, to his lips, and the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip.

How have you never noticed that?

Bucky grabbed the avocado from the fridge, “I have no fucking idea what this is, but it must be good if you eat it everyday.”

Once again you couldn’t help but grin. So he was funny? You were so eager to get to know him, having only admired him from afar before. His personality was breaking away the shell he’d created.

Grabbing two knives, you handed him one, and showed him how to cut the vegetable. Next, you did the same with a fresh tomato.

“Bacon?” the surprise in Bucky’s voice made you snort on the soda you’d opened, having to put a hand to your face to maintain composure.

You nodded repeatedly, pointing to the stove for him to turn it on.

“Steve’s gonna be real happy he don’t have to buy me fruit snacks anymore,” Bucky joked, watching for your reaction.

“Aw, now I can tell Wanda they’re no longer off limits.”

He gave you a playfully warning glare and took a bite of his BLT with avocado. It was Bucky approved, “Fuck this is so much better than artificially flavored gummies!”

Reaching for a napkin you added facetiously, “Is there anything else you eat?”

“Chocolate cake, one hundred percent.”

“Me, too!” you agreed, mouthful of bread.

One week until the day

Bucky had managed not to scare you away with all of his questions. He was pretty proud of himself with all the new information he’d gathered. There was a small notebook in his dresser that he used to jot everything down.

You liked those weird sandwiches and chocolate cake. He’d seen you eating chinese takeout late one night. There was also a million empty cans of cola in your trash can.

Just from intuition, Bucky gathered that you took a liking to the color blue and a tv show that you sometimes got immersed in.

“Friday,” he called from his spot in bed.

The A.I. answered almost instantly, “Yes, Sergeant Barnes.”

A sigh fell from his lips, “I’ve told you that it’s okay to call me Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky. What is it?”

“Is there anything you can tell me about Y/N?” he pushed the pillow off of his head to listen in.

A moment passed before Friday replied, “Well, it is her birthday in a few days.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “I know, that’s why I’m asking.”

“She spends a lot of her time at night on the roof. You could surprise her up there.”

“Anything else?”

“Mr. Stark might suggest a bottle of champagne.”

Of course he would.

Bucky quickly showered and exited his room to return to the kitchen. There were plenty of ingredients for a cake. He didn’t remember much of what his Ma taught him about cooking, but that’s something Friday could assist him with.

On the other end of the compound, you sat in the window of your room. Work was never completed and there was always more to do.

You were writing letters on the daily to General Ross’s team to no avail. They continued to stand in the stubborn position they’d chosen. Rhodey assisted you with this, handing the wheel over to him when something needed a further push.

Small mission reports also needed revising. When those were taken care of, Agent Hill had you accompany her on the short field missions she partook in.

“Ever do anything else but work?”

Bucky stood in your doorway, sporting a pair of shorts. You’d never seen him in shorts.

“You caught me, Bucky. I’m married to my job,” you halfheartedly laughed, trying your best to alleviate the stress. The truth was you were married to your job, increasing your efforts to ignore your approaching birthday made it easier.

It actually made you rather sad. Even though you weren’t one to hype up your own birthday, no one had actually forgotten it before.

The long haired man still lingered in the doorway, “Let’s go. We have to get you a life Y/N.”

His sarcastic remark worked, pulling you from your concentration, “Says you. I’ve never even seen you leave the compound.”

“I’m more of a go-out-at-night-because-there’s-less-people type of guy.”

“Sure. Whatever you say, Barnes.”

The banter between you two was something you’ve caught yourself playing over again in your head at night. Admiring him from afar was no longer a part of your regular routine, but rather spending time with him.

Bucky wasn’t as shy as you’d mistaken him for. He wasn’t afraid to poke fun at you or make the occasional sexual innuendo. He was actually one of the most laid back people in the compound, especially for an “avenger”.

It was the forever attraction you had to him that made it all the sweeter.

Even if he was just lonely while Steve and the others were busy, he wasn’t reminiscing too much. Bucky didn’t even know when your birthday was, and for that you were glad. His time was genuine.

His time was more than genuine. With everyone off tending to more important business, he’d finally gotten you all to himself. Whatever nerves he’d had about talking to you before had all but vanished.

The day

“Friday, no one can come in the kitchen.”

“Are you making a cake for Y/N’s birthday today?” the A.I. inquired.

Bucky frantically wandered about the kitchen, yanking open drawers in search of the right tools and ingredients.

He paused, looking over the stuff he’d thrown onto the counter, “Do I have everything?”

“You’re missing cake flour and candles.”

Returning to the pantry he hastily grabbed the cake flour from the top shelf, a little too roughly with his metal arm, and made a hole in the side, “Shit.”

The whisk had clattered to the floor as he reached for the duct tape to fix the spilling bag of flour. A thin white layer had covered the kitchen tiles as he rushed around, picking up what had fallen.

“Where are the candles?” he panted.

Friday chuckled, “Check the drawer next to the sink. I think someone put some trick candles in there.”

Sure enough, there was a box of candles in the drawer. They were thrown into the pile of ingredients and forgotten as Friday read out the instructions that Bucky needed to follow. She laughed at his frustration, keeping him calm as she advised him not to crack the eggs midair.

After two hours of Bucky’s making mistakes and having to remake the batter, there was finally a cake in the oven. No one but Bucky could’ve messed up a prepackaged cake mix so badly.

He leaned up against the counter, prematurely popping the bottle of champagne. He was so glad in that moment that his serum allowed him to feel the alcohol unlike his friend. Your tiny, lumpy, stressful chocolate cake definitely called for the champagne.

The oven beeped, alerting Bucky that the cake was ready. If the kitchen got any hotter he was gonna take that cake and eat it himself in the pool.

“You did well, Bucky,” Friday complimented, “care to share?”

“Not on your programming,” Bucky replied, focused on icing his creation, “but thank you, for helping me not fuck this up to surprise her.”

The A.I. responded, “I’m sure Y/N would like it even if you did.”

The super soldier huffed, even his metal arm tiring out from the precision it takes to ice the damn cake. He’d opted to use vanilla icing and found it took many layers to conceal the chocolate underneath.

He didn’t even know if it would taste good.

Finally he’d reached for the candles, confused when reading the package, “Friday you said trick candles earlier. What does that mean?”

“Those candles are really hard to blow out. The flame disappears for a second before igniting again, making it really funny for the person blowing them out.”

“Okay well, I guess I’m done. I’m gonna test these out before I surprise Y/N with it. You can unlock the kitchen doors now,” Bucky mumbled, placing too many candles on the cake.

There were about ten candles ignited on top of the cake, burning and sparkling brightly as Bucky blew air on to them.

Not one candle blew out.

His chest heaved, annoyed that even his super soldier lungs couldn’t best the “trick candles”. He tried once more, slamming his hands onto the counter beside the holder, puffing his cheeks out.

“Friday!” Bucky yelled in panic as the candles’ flames joined. Instead of ten, small, short flames there was one large fire topping the cake.

The lights in the kitchen were dim against the large fire on top of your birthday cake and the room darkened, “Friday the fire detector! Now!”

After what felt like hours, she set off the fire detector. Bucky was pressed into the cabinets, putting as much space possible in between him and the fire.

“Bucky is everything okay?!” he heard your voice from behind the door, knowing you could see the silhouette of a flame from behind the semi transparent door.

“Everything’s fine! Don’t come in! I got it under control!” he shouted, his chest pounding frantically because he’d ruined your birthday cake.

Friday chimed in at the last second, announcing, “I’ve sent out an alert to the compound that there is a fire in the kitchen.” Immediately after the A.I. said that, the emergency sprinklers overhead came on, drenching the kitchen, Bucky, and the dessert he’d put so much effort into.

The fire extinguished and Bucky stood in defeat, his shoulders slumping, watching disappointed as the cake suffered under the water.

You busted through the kitchen door, holding the fire extinguisher you’d scrambled to find. Squeezing its hose, you sprayed the kitchen with the contents of the red can, stopping when you opened your eyes to see no fire.

Bucky stood in front of you, his eyes screwed shut and covered in the white foam. He wiped his face with his shirt and blinked hard a few times.

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” he cheered unenthusiastically, his hair and clothes dripping wet.

The can was discarded on the floor as you looked around the kitchen. There was flour on the floor, eggshells in the sink, an empty bowl of batter, and the wet cake with too many candles in it.

Bucky cleared his throat, spitting out some of the foam you’d sprayed him with, “How’s takeout sound?”

You tried to stifle a laugh, stepping closer to him and helping to clean his face, “Takeout sounds wonderful.”

He looked downwards, embarrassed, and you pressed a small kiss to his cheek. The cake was ruined but in the back of your mind, you knew you’d both be eating it a few hours from now when the water had seeped into it.

Bucky left to go change clothes and run his hair under some water, before joining you in the common area.

“Thank you Bucky, for making me a cake. But, if I may ask, how in the heck did you manage to catch it on fire?” you smiled and playfully elbowed him.

“God it’s a long story.”

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[kattodoroki]

vines. (Bakugou x Reader)

/sorry updates are taking forever! gonna be doing requests soon! likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated. thanks for reading <3/

You worked at the local flower shop and Bakugou can’t seem to stay away.

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Bakugou hated when March rolled around, especially March 15th, being his father’s birthday. He didn’t hate his parents but he hated being bothered by them, and this particular situation bothered him. He got his dad the same thing every year since grade school, his mother insisting that he’d get them for his father, she’d give Katsuki money and he would go out and get them. However; being his first year at UA he opposed to getting his father something this year, he had a reputation to uphold. There was no way he was going to buy red carnations for his dad this year, he refused to let his classmates see him with a bouquet of flowers. He felt conflicted, he didn’t want to make his mom mad and yell at him about not getting his father anything for his birthday, and he didn’t want his father to get upset that he broke the tradition, no matter how much Katsuki hated it, he knew his father liked his present and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Bakugou sighed, listening to Kirishima go on about his weekend and wanting to do something with him, “No, I’m not going out.”

Kirishima stopped talking and looked at Bakugou, frowning, “Why not? We can just go after school?”

“No, I have something to do after school.” Bakugou barked.

Kirishima smiled, “Sure dude, whatever you say.”

Kirishima turned around, deciding to ask other people to hang out, Bakugou sighed in relief, there was no way people were going to know he was getting flowers. He was dreading last period, wishing his father’s birthday was far away from this weekend, wishing he got his father something else all those years ago. Bakugou looked around the room, making sure that no one was watching him pull out his phone. He opened an app for directions and searched for the nearest floral shop. Five miles, Bakugou nodded and locked his phone, now looking up around the classroom. His dad’s birthday was Saturday and it was only Friday so he would have to keep the flowers at his house overnight… and bring them into the dorm. His hands got clammy in nervousness about the whole situation, there was no way he could sneak them into the dorm without anyone seeing and asking questions. He pulled the sleeves on his sweatshirt, trying to calm down, balling the ends of his sleeves in his fists.

Bakugou huffed when the bell rang and sprang out of his seat. He threw his bag over his shoulder and got out of the door as fast as he could, wanting to stop at his dorm before he left for the flower shop. He sighed in relief when he finally got to his dorm, opening the door and closing it with a slam, now throwing his bag to the ground and flopping down on his bed. Groaning he unlocked his phone and typed in the address, needing directions on how to get there.

He picked himself up, opened the door and looked around to make sure no one was in the hallway to question him. He slid outside, making his way to the staircase, always checking to see if anyone was in his way, not feeling like explaining himself or coming up with an excuse.

Thankfully no one was in the main loft as he made his way out of the entrance of the dorm, making sure he had his wallet and his phone for directions before he left the actual property of UA. He started for the nearest train station, he refused to walk five miles since training tired him out earlier that day. Bakugou put his earbuds in, wanting music to distract him from the embarrassing task he was set out to do. He turned on one of his favorite playlists, an English one, and he was glad he could understand. His pace quickened with the beat of ‘Hold The Line’ By Toto, now really getting into the song. The train ride was silent, sitting down finally catching his breath from all the fast walking he was doing. The train ride was short, only getting halfway through ‘Build Me Up Buttercup’ by The Foundations. He wiped the sweat from his hands onto his shorts, trying to calm his nerves, he knew that no one he knew would be there but the small voice in his head screamed at him otherwise.

He left the train station and pulled out his phone, now not really knowing where he was going. He read the directions and started walking, looking up once every two minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to bump into anyone and blow up on them. Once his phone told him he arrived at his destination he locked it and slid it into his pocket, now looking up at the little flower shop. He sighed and went inside, not really knowing what to expect.

He couldn’t hear the ding of the door as he opened it, but you did. You bounced your way to the front of the store, having to greet yet another customer. You stopped when you saw him, he was cute. You tried your hardest not to blush, swallowing your nervousness down you had to remember that you were at work and he was just another customer.

You smiled, “Hello, is there anything I can help you find?”

Bakugou stared at you, watching your mouth move, but he had no clue what you were saying. He felt stupid, his face turned a slight pink since he couldn’t understand you. He ripped one of the earbuds out of his ears, so he could understand you.

“I’m sorry?” He choked out.

You giggled, “I said, is there anything I could help you find?”

Bakugou huffed, trying to push his thoughts away, not wanting to allow himself to find you cute. He wanted to deny your offer, offended that he would need help with anything, but he was at a loss here and didn’t want to be here long.

You giggled again before he could say anything, “My Girl? I don’t see you as the type to like The Temptations…”

Bakugou looked at you wide-eyed, “Excuse me?”

You laughed, now clutching the apron you were wearing that was apart of your uniform, “Your music.” You felt your cheeks hurt, this was getting too good. You never felt like this around a customer, it almost felt wrong.

His eye twitched, “Oh…” Bakugou quickly paused the song, “It’s… a good song.”

You nodded and smiled, Bakugou felt his cheeks heat up again and he had to wipe his hands on his shorts again, feeling like it's becoming a habit. He never felt this way near someone, let alone a stranger.

“So,” You started, “What did you need help with?”

He looked at you for a second, soaking in your features. Taking in the way your apron was tight around your body, really giving him a good look your body, how your face was a perfect match made his mouth water. He swallowed, now looking at the floor to avoid awkward eye contact.

“Um, Carnations…” He whispered.

You smiled again, getting excited to show him where they were, “Oh! They are over here, follow me!” You lead him near the back of the shop, making quick turns through the aisles of varies flowers. You stopped in front of the Carnations, showing off all the colors the shop had. Bakugou eyes them, even though he already knew what color he needed.

He looked at you; you weren’t looked at him but at all the Carnations, smiling, like you were proud of them. Bakugou’s heart swelled and he hated it. He wanted to punch Cupid for hitting him with the ‘love arrow’.

Bakugou grumbled, “Thanks.” He turned towards the flowers, placing his hand on his chin as if he was thinking which one he should get.

“Did you know what color you were looking for?” You asked hopefully.

Bakugou nodded, picking up the red bouquet of Carnations. “Oh red! A lovely color!” You said excitingly, “Are you ready to check out?”

Bakugou looked you up and down, “Yeah.” He said trying to sound uninterested.

You nodded with a smile and lead him to the cash registers, now ringing up the bouquet. You told him the total and he got out his phone and placed it on the table, and then took out his wallet. He gave you the money and you eyed his phone when it lit up, not wanting to be nosy you took the money and punched the number into the machine, it opened and you counted out his change. You smiled and handed it to him, he didn’t smile back but that didn’t bother you.

“Next time maybe you can show me your playlist!” You said, following him back to the door of the shop.

“Yeah, maybe.” He breathed, now opening the door, leaving you inside the shop. You gave a small wave that he didn’t see, sighing in content, now going back to tend to the flowers.

Thankfully, no one saw him enter the dorms with the flowers, peacefully making his way to his room and finding a nice vase his father would appreciate. He arranged the flowers, wanting them to look nice, hating for it to be half-assed. He thought back to you, how nice you were, how you didn’t make fun of his choice in songs… how you told him next time you wanted to see his playlist. How embarrassing. Maybe he should blow up the flower shop; not when you would be there though, he didn’t want to hurt you. What. Hurt you? Fuck. He was fucked.

He went to sleep to forget about it, hating the fact that every second of his thoughts went back to you. When he awoke, he got dressed quickly and grabbed all his things so he could make his way to his parent's house, not forgetting to grab the vase. When he got to his parent’s house to celebrate his parents were very happy and his mom was satisfied with how the bouquet turned out. Bakugou was pleased when his dad thanked him, happy that his son continued the tradition. That night Bakugou made his way back to the dorm, still thinking back to the afternoon with you at the flower shop. Maybe... it wouldn’t hurt to go back tomorrow morning.

Bakugou couldn’t believe himself, he really got out of bed and dragged himself to this godforsaken place. He didn’t even care that much, in fact, he hated... hated you especially. He sighed, now opening the door, he could finally hear the dinging noise. You smiled, pausing your task and making your way to the front, ready to greet your customer. Your smile got even bigger when you noticed it was the cute guy from two days ago, not forgetting about him in the slightest.

“It’s you again!” You almost squealed.

Bakugou nodded his head awkwardly; Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Is there anything I can help you find?” You asked.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Well… What do you suggest?”

You almost jumped with excitement and Bakugou had to stop himself from saying ‘Cute’ out loud.

“Well, my favorites are the Peonies and Pansies, although we don’t have pansies you can grow your own because we have seeds… I also love Marigolds” You rambled, walking around to show Bakugou your favorites.

“Wait,” You stopped, “What’s your name?” You turned to him.

“Um… Bakugou… Katsuki.”

You nodded and looked down, “I apologize I shouldn’t have been so forward with a customer.”

“It's.... fine…” Bakugou eyed your name tag, “... Y/N” He shifted awkwardly.

You looked up at him when he said your name, glad that he wasn’t angry at you for asking his name.

“It’s nice to meet you Bakugou!” You smiled, walking around to show him more flowers, “I also like these roses!” You showed off all the different colored roses, “The pink ones are my favorite.”

“I’ll take a bouquet of those.” Bakugou belted.

You giggled and picked them up, “Is that all you wanted?”

Bakugou nodded, his cheeks now matching the roses. You lead him to the register, having him follow behind you.

You rang him up in silence, glancing up at him for a second to note at his handsome features, blushing slightly when he smirked down at you. You handed him his change and followed him to the door again, giving him a small wave as he opened the door and let it fall, closing… leaving you behind.

Shit. Bakugou was in deep. He stared into his mirror after practice, the sweat glistening off of his body. He glanced over to the pink roses sitting in a cup of water that he got from the kitchen, and thankfully no one was around the catch him. He looked back to the mirror and pointed at himself, “Stop… Stop this right now asshole.” After a second he sighed and got up, now climbing into bed, wanting to be well-rested for school tomorrow.

He woke up in a cold sweat to his alarm blasting nonsense, he quickly turned it off and rolled around, now groaning that he had to actually get up. He rubbed his eyes, now in a sitting position. He stood up and started dressing for school, already wanting the day to be over.

Sitting in his last period class, five minutes till the end of it; Unless the dumb professor had them stay later, but Bakugou prayed that wouldn’t happen. Kirishima had asked him what he was doing after class but Bakugou blew him off, saying that he had studying to do. Recently he’d been reading about different types of flowers, wanting to know more since you’ve peaked his interests. Was he really going to risk going to see you? What if you found him creepy? No, he noticed the way you looked at him, he smirked to himself, you liked him. He was confident, he wasn’t bad at anything, maybe a little awkward around you, but he knew you found him interesting.

When the class finally ended, Bakugou hurried to leave, grabbing his bag and heading for the door. He didn’t bother to go back to his dorm, he had everything he needed. Satisfied, he made his way to the station, blasting ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ by Queen.

He took out his earbud and opened the door to the shop, now hearing the bell. You lifted your head and stopped tending to the flowers, now dusting yourself off and made your way to the front.

“Bakugou! Hey! What brings you here today?” You smiled at him, your new friend.

“Um... “ Bakugou didn’t think this far into his plan, “I forgot to show you my playlist… I also need more flowers.”

Your mouth made an O shape, “I was just kidding about the playlist! What flowers were you wanting?”

“Uh, Marigolds,” He said, saying a flower he knew you liked, hating himself that he remembered.

You smiled, now leading him to the spot where the Marigolds were, “What color did you want?”

“I’ll take one of every.” You eyed him and grabbed all the different colored bouquets.

“You really like flowers huh?” You laughed.

“Sure,” Bakugou said bluntly, “You could say that.”

He eyed you while you rang him up, “What’s your phone number?” Your head snapped up to look at him in surprise, “So I can send you the playlist.” He said slightly annoyed.

“Oh.” You wrote it on the receipt and handed it to him, and like clockwork, you followed him to the front and sent him off. Giving him the small wave, watching him leave you behind yet again. You smiled to yourself, you liked him but now you were sure that he liked you. Your phone buzzed and you got it out, opening the text from an unknown number, containing a link made by your friend Bakugou.

Bakugou sighed, looking around the main loft to see if anyone was there. He ran through the loft, careful not to mess up his flowers. He opened the door to his dorm and slid inside, trying to hide the flowers from anyone else’s sights. He made up vases from cups of water and carefully placed the bouquets in there designated cups. His focus was broken when there was a knock at the door, he wasn’t expecting anyone. He made his way to the door and opened it to a crack. Kirishima.

“Hey bro! What are you up to?” His friend said excitingly.

“Nothing. Go away.” Bakugou groaned.

“Wait. You’ve been so m.i.a. lately.” Kirishima said defeated.

Bakugou sighed, “Hold on, let me get my fucking coat.”

“Can I use your charger real quick?” Kirishima asked, placing his hand on his friend's door, trying to open it wider.

Before Bakugou could protest Kirishima had managed to pry the door open, now he could see everything.

Kirishima laughed and Bakugou wanted to kill his friend, “What’s with all these?” Kirishima laughed gesturing to all the flowers that adorned Bakugou’s room, now walking inside his friend’s dorm and grabbing the charger.

“Shut. Up.” Bakugou seethed.

Kirishima laughed harder, “Okay, Okay.” He got up, “Let’s just go.”

Bakugou sighed and followed his friend out the door, now following him outside of the dorms. Bakugou opened his phone and saw that you read his message but didn’t say anything, he wondered if he should talk to you. He huffed and locked his phone and looked up at Kirishima who was eating his dinner contently. He looked down at his phone and unlocked it, now sending you a message. He locked his phone, nervous that he finally texted you.

You felt a buzz in your pocket, you opened your open and saw a text from Bakugou. Your heart race sped up, “Did you like the playlist?” You read out loud. You giggled, now texting back about how much you loved it, and he replied back immediately. This went on for quite some time, lasting all the way to the time when you clocked out and went home and to bedtime. You felt crazy smiling at your phone, laying in bed, texting someone you just met, but Bakugou didn’t seem to mind too much when he had asked you to dinner. You felt ecstatic, texting back almost immediately to confirm that you would love to meet him for dinner. You both agreed that tomorrow afternoon would work best since you didn’t work and he didn’t have any training to do. You were nervous but excited to see him outside of your work, able to have a real conversation. You said your good nights and finally fell asleep.

You awoke when the sunlight started pooling into your room, now excited to get ready for school, you had something to look forward to later. When school was over you made your way to the flower shop, greeting your co-workers and grabbing a color bouquet full of your favorite flowers.

“What are you up to tonight? You look nice.” Your co-worker said, now ringing you up.

You giggled, “I have a date tonight!”

She smiled at you, “Wow, well, good luck!” She handed you your bouquet and change and sent you on your way.

You smiled the whole way there, basically skipping with delight, thankful that the restaurant wasn’t too far of a walk. When you got there you texted Bakugou and stated that you were outside, you smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair, not wanting to look like a mess in front of your handsome date. You noted that ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations was playing overhead outside, you smiled knowing that Bakugou liked this song.

Your smile widened when he came outside to get you, you opened your mouth to greet him but he cut you off with a laugh, “Well, this is awkward.”

You gave him a confused look, and he glanced down to his hands holding the same bouquet you were holding for him.

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[oceanmotioned]

Headcanon Games

About The Games

With current events being what they are, we are all in need of some serious distraction. In the interest of something to do, I’ve come up with some weekly headcanon challenges that people can participate in as actively or casually as they please.

The dates themselves are more like guidelines than rules - this is not meant to add pressure or stress to anyone’s day but provide a fun exercise to keep the dash busy and alive throughout the course of a tough time.

There are no rules to how many challenges you need to complete per week and nothing stopping you from completing week one during week four or, if you’re just not feeling a week’s theme, doing another week entirely. It’s all up to you to have fun at your pace!

For multimuses, you can answer with a different character each day, or run a death march round and try and do something each week for each character! I would not recommend trying to do everything for every character, since there’s no trophy for it but hey - you do you! 

Please reblog this challenge so that others can see it and participate in it, or link to it somewhere in your headcanon. The more this spreads ( especially in smaller communities ) the more activity it will hopefully inspire!

Due to how — unintentionally long this turned out to be, I am using a read more to spare everyone a mile long adventure! There are two others in this series as well, if you want a more fandom flair to it! 

Criminal Minds Version

Harry Potter Version

Week 1

[ April 07  -  April 18 ]

This week will be longer than the others in order to compensate for time spent spreading this around and for the fact the idea didn’t come to me on a Sunday. This week’s theme is origins and first experiences. 

April 07 - Describe your character’s earliest memory. 

April 08 - How was your character raised, and by whom? How did these early influences impact them?

April 09 - What was the first skillset your character picked up? ( Reading, cooking, running around like a sheer hooligan --- )

April 10 - How did your character get educated? Are they self taught, home schooled, tutored, private or publicly schooled? What were their best and worst subjects? 

April 11 - What were the things your character most wanted to learn, and were those topics covered or did they have to research them independently? 

April 12 - Describe your character’s first encounter with injustice and how it impacted or changed their worldview. If it wasn’t the first encounter that caused a significant paradigm shift, detail one that did. ( And maybe cover why the first one didn’t cause any shifts! )

April 13 - The first time your character performed a selfless act - did it come naturally, or under a sense of internal or external pressure? Was it the start of a trend in consistent selflessness, or avid avoidance of needing to be selfless? 

April 14 - The first time your character broke a rule - what were the consequences and how did this shape their view of responsibility?  

April 15 - The first time your character lost someone important to them, how did they cope and who did they turn to? How did the aftermath shape their view of loss and recovery? 

April 16 - The first time your character displayed proficiency at something naturally, indicating their potential to be great, were they proud or nervous? How did the response of others impact their view of the budding skill? Did they become great? If so, how do they feel about it now, after those earlier experiences of expectation? 

April 17 - The first time that your character encountered something they couldn’t explain, how did they handle it? Did they investigate, pretend they hadn’t seen it, ask someone for help? Is this normally how they handle situations that confuse them now, or have they evolved to display other responses over time? 

April 18 - What was your characters first fear? Are they still afraid of it? 

Week 2

[ April 19  -  April 25 ]

This week’s theme is seemingly insignificant details that other characters might pick up on and maybe use in threads as a way of demonstrating how well they know your character!  

April 19 - What are their go to foods? Their go to drinks? What small things do they do to modify things ( lemon with their tea? just honey on their toast? won’t eat berries without a small sprinkle of sugar? ) that other people might pick up on, and learn to prepare for them. 

April 20 - What scents are most associated to your character? Are they always chewing peppermint gum? Do they carry a satchel full of fragrant herbs? Is there a perfume profile they cultivate? Do they smoke? Wear a lot of leather? Work with oils ( masseuse, mechanic, boatswain, all very different smells there ) Drink a ton of coffee or alcohol? Have pets? Ride horses? All thoughts to consider ( and tons more ) to develop what your character smells like. 

April 21 - When your character dresses in the morning, do they have any signature items that might be notable? Always a gun holster or sword sheathe on the left side, forever finding a way to incorporate a particular color into an ensemble, notoriously missing the top button on their shirt, a family ring? If there isn’t a specific thing, what about your character’s style is memorable - how would you describe what they wear? Are they always formal, buttoned up and prim, or do they prefer a casual, even rumpled look? If someone were to see a Certain Profile on the street to immediately think of your muse, what would the profile be?

April 22 - Let’s talk signs of stress - what are your character’s tells? Do they move their hands more or less? Do they become physically agitated or seemingly lethargic? Talk faster, talk less? How would their friends and colleagues know something isn’t right?

April 23 - Personal passion or hyperfocus your character has that they know a lot about and are always happy to talk about that someone could bring up as a means of distracting your character in a stressful or emotional situation?

April 24 - Something your character never has enough of or is constantly misplacing ( pens, hair ties, etc ) that a Good Buddy™ should keep spares of to offer up in times of need?

April 25 - Secret Santa time! What gifts are always sure to please your character, or at least show that Santa has some observational skills.

Week 3

[ April 26  -  May 02 ]

For this week, lets explore the psychological profile of your character by digging into all the things that really make them tick. 

April 26 - Is your character ruled by their heart or by their mind? Do they respond emotionally to situations or do they take time to think things through analytically before taking action? 

April 27 - What are their pressure points? ( Things that set them off ) What techniques do they use to cope with stress and trauma?

April 28 - Three moments that they would alter if they could. ( A great way to invite AU opportunities through threading those moments differently later! )

April 29 - What are your characters core values? The things that guide their behavior and decisions. 

April 30 - What books, authors, quotes, films, plays or other influential mediums hold a significant impact on them? Why do they enjoy those things, what is their overall significance on their lives? Are these the things they turn to in order to cope, nostalgic pieces they hold on to, or things that helped shape a world view? 

May 01 - When making risks assessments, what to they weigh in? When do they throw in the towel and go all in, what to them is a safe gamble verses what is low risk for high gain and vice versa?

May 02 - Do they have any idols or heroes that they look up to and aspire to be like?  What does their best self look like?

Week 4

[ May 03  -  May 09 ]

Jumping into lighter topics, for this week we’re going to look at happy memories to remind ourselves that no matter what hell canon ( or lets face it, we writers! ) has put our character through, they have had good times too. 

May 03 - What is your character’s happiest memory?

May 04 - When thinking of happy memories, who features most often in them? Is there a particular place or person that recurs most often when your character thinks on the good times?

May 05 - If someone else were to think of your character at their happiest, how old was your character and why was that time so joyful?

May 06 - Happiest memory involving an animal? Be it their pet, someone else’s pet, a zoo moment - something that sparked joy and had animals involved.

May 07 - Talk about the best prank they ever took part in, or remember observing.

May 08 - Describe a time when your character went out of their way to make someone else happy, and how it worked out. 

May 09 - When they are feeling down, what things do they do to cheer up? Are any of these things related to happy memories or nostalgia?

Week 5

[ May 10  -  May 16 ]

Bouncing off our happy memory high, characters who may be more withdrawn, depressed, grumpy or just plain unsociable might be feeling confident enough to give us a look into their accomplishments, goals, and insecurities - so let’s dig in while they’re still malleable!

May 10 - What would your character claim as their greatest accomplishment? Would others agree, or say something different?

May 11 - Detail a time your character was undermined and how that impacted them. Do they no longer try, or do they just try harder?

May 12 - If they could choose what they were known for in the world, what would they want their legacy to be?

May 13 - What motivates them to keep going when things get difficult? 

May 14 -  Talk about a time when your character let their insecurities get the best of them. Did they learn anything, or did it only exacerbate the problem?

May 15 - Are they proud of where they are today or are they still fighting toward a goal?

May 16 -  Everyone has weaker subjects - does your character experience ridicule for their struggles, internally or externally? What areas do they struggle most in?

Week 6

[ May 17  -  May 23 ]

For this week, we’re going to take a look at the relationships that impacted and molded our character into who they are today!

May 17 -  Who comes to mind first when your character is asked who is most important to them? Why does that person stand out so much?

May 18 -  Discuss someone who brought out the darkest sides of your character and how those feelings impact your character now.

May 19 -  Discuss someone who changed, influenced, or significantly impacted your characters views on religion, karma & luck.

May 20 -  Discuss someone who changed, influenced, or significantly impacted your character’s views on justice & vigilantism.

May 21 - Who comes to mind first when asked who shaped your character? This person doesn’t have to be the most important to them, so much as someone who molded their perspectives in some way - be it a teacher, a family member, a lover or even an enemy. 

May 22 - Who does your character rely on the most? Are there others they could rely on? If so, why is that the person ( or people ) they go to? 

May 23 - Who challenges your character the most? Who makes them take on difficulties and forces them to grow most often? Are they friends or rivals - a bit of both, or neither? 

Week 7

[ May 24  -  May 31 ]

This week’s theme is wishes and dreams, which is an opportunity for muns to stick bait on a hook and fling it onto the dash for some more fun interactions! 

May 24 - A character you would most like to have yours interact with, and three ideas for start up interactions.

May 25 - 3 to 5 songs that you would love to build a thread around in some way, be it inspired by the vibes or the lyrics.

May 26 - Due to a series of unfortunate events, your character is stuck on an island with (1) other person. Who do you think would be the most challenging and entertaining for your character to be stuck with? Feel free to list multiple options!

May 27 - Make a list of 5 - 10 sentences guaranteed to get a visceral response from your character and invite your followers to send them in.  

May 28 - That very particular idea that you don’t know if anyone is interested in? Today’s the day you’re going to post it. Yes, that idea. Even if you’re not sure how to formulate it into something concrete - post it as a poem, a drabble, a stream of consciousness - do it for the catharsis of breathing life into it, however brief. Who knows, maybe you’ll get a bite! 

May 29 - 3 to 5 obscure / rare characters you would like to see and maybe a bit on why you think they would be interesting - a little blurb that might inspire another to pick them up!

May 30 - 3 to 5 genres, aesthetics or concepts that you would love to explore with your character. Make them as big or as contained as you like - remember, this is bait, so make it juicy! 

May 31 - Tag 5 people — I’m kidding. Take today off for self care, or post how your character self cares and pat yourself on the back for even reading this far! And absolutely treat yourself if you did even one of these <3 I hope this was at least a little fun for folks!

#headcanon prompts #headcanon memes #writing prompts #roleplay meme

[primvictorian]

Making a Huswife

    I'm a hot mess when it comes to keeping my sewing stash tidy about eighty five percent of the time. I unfortunately have extremely limited space to work with and that often means that I have to improvise storage methods.   

    The challenge for march in the Historical Sew Monthly was to make something using your favorite sewing tool or to craft something for your historical sewing kit. I'm hard pressed right now to pick a favorite sewing tool because i'm still trying out a lot of new techniques so I went for latter suggestion.

   I spent ages looking for something I could make that would useful and relatively inexpensive. Some of the ideas I saw also called for materials (silk) or skills (crochet) I was iffy on so I passed on those first. After looking through my sewing wish list (which is extremely long right now) I noticed I had wrote down that I needed a huswife. Bingo.

   The Huswife is essentially a sewing kit. As I started my research I noted that they came in several styles and sizes so I would have to decide on a design. I also found a limited amount of patterns I could reliably count on as historically accurate so I resigned myself to making my own pattern.

  I settled for a roll up huswife since it seemed less complicated than the pasteboard box versions. I made a paper pattern with everything I wanted drawn onto it and proceeded to dive into my sparse fabric stash to find a suitable fabric.

 Huswife kits are usually composed of silk, velvet, or cotton materials from what I had observed. I wanted my huswife to be pretty but hardy so I decided on making it completely out of cotton with some tidy decorative stitching. Now it was time to start to start cutting.

  I started by swatching my fabrics side by side in order to get a good idea for what colors would compliment each other best. After that was decided I cut each pattern piece out and laid it out to make sure it would look alright before I began stitching.

I stitched the needle pages first using a blanket stitch with some gold colored embroidery thread. It took me a couple of minutes to get the stitches looking nice but the effect made it well worth the time spent. Once I tacked the needle pages to the pocket back I started hemming the scissor case and carefully stitched it down to the pocket back. After that I stitched the pocket fronts together and cut some batting to put between the layers so it would have some softness and protection.

The stitching of then bias tape was by far the tedious part of process. I put on victorian farm, listened to the goddess that is Ruth Goodman, and buckled down. Upon completing the joining of the pocket back and the main body with bias tape I then sewed in the pocket and started sewing the pincushion roll together.  

The stuffing of the roll was also tedious if only because I decided on stuffing it with scrap fabric. It made the roll very dense and weighted which I liked since I figured it would make it harder for the kit to be crushed by accident. However stuffing took forever and I was more than ready for a tea break once it was finished.

  Finally I stitched the roll to the main piece and then tacked on a ribbon to tie it together. I was ecstatic to see all my sewing tools neatly slot into their places. No more losing needles or misplacing scissors for me! I can't wait to try it out the next time I have to sew on the go.

The project wasn't exactly difficult but without my machine I had to rely solely on hand sewing. I was rather proud of far how my hand stitching has come from when I started. Hopefully with a little more practice I will be comfortable enough to try bigger projects as well.

The Challenge: #3 Sewing Kit

What the item is: A ladies huswife.

How it fits the Challenge: It holds the everything I need to sew and makes it portable.

Material: Reproduction cottons for the main fabric and pockets in addition to the cotton calico for pocket work.  

Pattern: My own but structed from several period images from Godey's in the 1860s and 70s as well as looking at antique examples.  

Year: c.1860s

Notions: Cotton navy blue bias tape, navy blue cotton thread, tan cotton thread, gold colored embroidery thread, Navy blue satin ribbon, hook and eye.

How historically accurate it is: Pretty accurate at roughly 90 percent. Nearly all the material is reproduction fabric prints and the fastenings are all period. The overall construction matches up with other examples of the period. Not too sure on the bias tape over having made my own but I would ultimately say it is accurate to the period.

Hours to complete: About 20 hours to complete. Would be less it if wasn't completely hand sewn.

First worn: I can't technically wear the piece but I used it when I needed a quick mend the other night. So probably March 20th, 2019.

Total Cost: $3.53 for materials I didn't have on hand already. At a guess probably around $25.00 if I didn't have the materials needed.

#historical costuming #huswife #tutorial #projects #Historical Sew Monthly