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Almost Perfect (Sebastian x Fem!Farmer) Chapter 1: A Silent Prayer

Warnings: Slow burn, personal struggles, anxiety, depression, eventual smut

Summary: As Sebastian grapples with his own frustrations and anxieties, he finds solace in escaping Pelican Town. Determined to break free from his basement existence. His resolve is tested as he navigates through his own inner turmoil. With the new year looming, will the arrival of the new farmer bring a wind of change to Pelican Town or will Sebastian finally find his way out, leaving behind a place that holds both cherished memories and burdens.

A/N: Hello! I just got back into Stardew Valley again with the most recent announcement around update 1.6 coming somewhat soon and I guess it reminded me of how much I love Sebastian. This is my first ever fic and so it'll probably be a bit rough, but I'm hoping whoever reads this likes it and would offer me some suggestions and advice for future chapters.

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Chapter 1: A Silent Prayer

Winter 26th

It was a relatively quiet night at the Allers-Armstrong house. It was the night after Winter Star, the only day of the winter season that people seemed to brave the cold to leave the house. Well, that wasn’t quite true, people tended to visit the night market and go to the Festival of Ice but in dwindling numbers since most of the farmers left the valley. If you weren’t from Pelican Town there was no chance that you’d be a frequent attendee of these events. Nevertheless, it was a quiet winter something that Sebastian enjoyed.

Sebastian sighed and rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t making any progress in this module. His mind kept wandering. He stood up from his desk with a groan and stretched, his stiff muscles finally getting to move. His back gave a satisfying pop and he held back a yawn. Reluctantly he made his way up the basement stairs. He really wasn’t up for social interaction today he had his fill yesterday, but he desperately needed coffee so he didn’t get behind on his work. He couldn’t really understand why his client was so intent on having this project done right before the new year, but he wasn’t going to complain given the huge dollar amount attached to the task.

“There is my first born!” Robin said with a smile as she looked over her shoulder from the stove. While Sebastian couldn’t see what his mom was doing the smell of pumpkin gave it away. Pumpkin soup, his favorite.

“Hey mom.” Sebastian said trying to suppress another yawn as he made his way over to the coffee machine.

“Are you joining us for dinner?” Robin asked as she continued to stir the pumpkin soup. “It’s your favorite.” She sang as if to entice Sebastian even more than the pumpkin soup already had.

Sebastian wanted to say no, he really did, he had a good excuse after all. He had work he needed to finish. He pursed his lips, giving it some thought and even to his own surprise he agreed.

“Oh great!” Robin smiled brightly. “Set the table for me?”

Sebastian nodded and did as his mom asked. He might’ve been a reclusive grump but he couldn’t say no to his mom. She was all he had in terms of family really.

”Do you think you could tell Demi and Maru that dinner is gonna be ready in a few?” Okay, now she was pushing it. Sebastian did– does love his mom but she was really testing his love at the moment. Yes, she was making his favorite, but he was not only joining in for dinner despite his busy schedule and setting the table at that.

“Fine, but if a fight starts you can only blame yourself.” Sebastian warned as he walked his way over to Demetrius’s lab.

“I take full responsibility!” Robin called after him as she took over setting the table and filling her family’s plates for them.

Sebastian knocked on the door to the lab and opened the door slightly. “Mom said it’s time for dinner.” He said curtly before turning on his heel to make his way back to the kitchen. He really didn’t care to wait for a response. He just wanted to get in and get out without any casualties, those usually being his mom and Maru.

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Dinner went by relatively peacefully. It was deathly quiet, all you could hear was the clanging of utensils against bowls and plates, the occasional slurp of soup or gulp of water, but Sebastian preferred this to the alternative. He wondered how long they could keep this up.

“So I have some news.” Robin said as she looked around the table. Demetrius sat up straight and put his spoon down while Maru looked up from her bowl, Sebastian had finished his soup so he was lazily picking at his salad, not eating much. He figured his mom was getting a large work order or something. Or maybe this was their sick way of kicking him out? Buttering him up with his favorite meal and no strained conversation over dinner just to tear the rug right out from under him. Probably not, but he could never be too sure. He didn’t think Demetrius was that cruel, but maybe he was surprising him for the new year.

“You know that old farm? Someone is gonna take it over! Isn’t that crazy?” Robin said taking Sebastian out of his spiral.

“Out of all the places who would choose Pelican Town?” Sebastian said as he stabbed at the greens on his plate.

“Hey I like this town!” Maru interjected. “I think it’s cool that someone new is coming to the valley.”

“I agree” Demetrius nodded. “Perhaps if they’re skilled they will be able to help Pelican Town economically.”

Sebastian shook his head at Demetrius and Maru. Those two weirdos were probably gonna harass the poor farmer for useless dirt data or something. “They’re probably some old person just trying to slow down in this sleepy place. I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

“Lewis said that they’re from Zuzu, so I guess they are looking to slow down a bit.” Robin shrugged.

“Maybe they’re another artist-type like Leah or Elliott?” Maru was starting to theorize. “Or maybe more like Shane and Jas? There’s been like a huge influx of people coming here lately. Maybe they’re like– um, a celebrity trying to get back in touch with the real world?”

“Whatever they are I think they’re insane.” Sebastian said as he stood up from the table and putting his dirty dishes in the sink.

“Done already Sebby?” Robin asked.

“Deadlines.” Sebastian said as he made his way back to the basement. As he made his way down the stairs he could hear Demetrius complain in a hushed tone to Robin about him. At least Demetrius was being courteous enough to bitch about him while he wasn’t in earshot. It wasn’t even close to the bare minimum, but it was some sort of improvement.

Although he couldn’t hear Demetrius clearly he knew it was about him and moving out. Fuck that guy. Sebastian wanted to say something to Demetrius but he decided to drop it for his mom’s sake. New year, new me or some shit like that. They had a normal dinner for once he didn’t want to ruin it the way Demetrius was. It’s not like he wanted to be here either. Zuzu wasn’t cheap, it could be, but Sebastian wasn’t really interested in being robbed or killed just to get out of his mom’s basement. He was desperate, but not that desperate. He sat himself back at his desk and he ran a hand through his hair. He felt like he was drowning in all his anger and anxiety and although he didn’t want to be angry he couldn’t stop. This place brought all his anger to the surface. He could deal with the anxiety, sort of, but the anger on top of it, Demetrius’s comments, the looks he got from everyone in town, and his own thoughts were just putting him over the edge.

Sebastian leaned forward, his nails digging into his clothed kneecaps. His breath was becoming labored and irregular. Air was escaping him even though he was trying to inhale normally. Not now. He couldn’t deal with this right now. Sebastian thought about calling out to his mom, but he didn’t. He could get through this. He didn’t need help. He thought to himself that if he could get through this moment he’d try harder to get out of here. He would take all the jobs he could, even the shit ones that hardly paid. He felt his heartbeat start to slow as he steeled his resolve. Sebastian gasped as if he broke the surface while swimming and took in much needed air, that’s it. He’d do anything to get out. Sebastian wasn’t religious but if it meant he could breathe again he’d become a monk, or at least he would think about it. “Yoba…” he gasped. “...promise me…things will be different this year. Better.” They had to be.

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Winter 27

After last night Sebastian decided to meet up with his friends. So much for his resolve to get all his work done. He shook his head. He couldn’t think like that. He needed a breather after that almost-panic attack. Sure, it wasn’t the worst he’s ever had but it was the first one he'd had in awhile. A break was needed if not necessary. Sebastian made his way down the mountain path and to the abandoned farm. Abby insisted that they go there given the gossip she heard when Lewis stopped by her family’s store to tell her dad. News traveled fast, which was to be expected in a town of 30 plus people or so. Sam was a bit reluctant because of his allergies, but no one could stop Abby once she set her mind on something, besides, it was winter and Sam couldn’t weasel his way out. All the plants and weeds were dead; if Sebastian had to be here so did he.

Sebastian looked around, he was the first one to arrive. He looked around at the rundown land. He spent time here fucking around with Abby and Sam, so he never actually looked at it. The broken down fences, tall grass, and dilapidated farm buildings made this the perfect setting for a horror movie. He took out a cigarette and put it between his lips and reached for his lighter. As he brought the flame to his cigarette to light the stick he felt a hand grab his shoulder causing him to jump what felt like out of his own skin.

“What the fuck!” He groaned at Abby as he dropped his cigarette on the ground.

Abby and Sam were cracking up beside him. “S-sorry..” Abby doubled over as she laughed. “I didn’t think you’d be so jumpy Seb.”

Sam wiped a fake tear from his eye and smiled. “Sorry man, it was just too good of an opportunity.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Whatever, I hate you guys, too.”

“Aww come on,” Abby whined. “It was just a joke.”

Sebastian grunted and looked ahead. Maybe if he were in a different headspace it would have been funny, but right now he felt too edgy to find humor in it.

Sam looked around the farm and wrapped his arms around both of his friends’ shoulders, pulling them in close. “It’s gonna be so crazy to see this place looking like an actual farm!”

“As opposed to what? A fake farm?” Abby asked as she shrugged his arm off.

“You know what I mean.” Sam rolled his eyes. “I’ve only known it as this creepy death trap.”

“Death trap?” Sebastian quirked his eyebrow. Sure the place was a wreck but he couldn’t really think of someone dying here unless it was on purpose.

“Well, maybe not for you guys, but I always feel like my head is gonna explode whenever we came out here.” Sebastian nodded in understanding. Sam’s allergies were always the worst towards the beginning of the year.

“I don’t know you also said your head was going to explode when we were in Chemistry, too, and surprisingly you’re still here.” Abby teased.

“Yeah, yeah…” Sam waved his hand at her. “What do you think the farmer is gonna be like? I hope it’s a girl.” Sam grinned at Sebastian. “No offense, Abs, but there aren’t many options out here.” Sebastian recalled that since Sam’s awkward confession to Penny a few years ago his dating pool had shrunk dramatically. Poor guy.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Samson.” Sebastian said as he put his hands in his pockets. Sam wrinkled his nose in disgust at hearing his full name. “It’ll probably be some old person moving in trying to slow down or something.”

“Well whoever it is I don’t really care.” Abby crossed her arms, “Either way, the abandoned farm won’t be ours anymore and that sucks more than anything.”

Sebastian chuckled, “I mean, it was never ‘ours’ to begin with Abby.”

“You know what I mean.” Sebastian nodded, he knew. He just didn’t care the way Sam and Abby did or seemed to. He listened to his friends bicker and reminisce about their times at the farm but didn’t say much. He was thinking about whether he should look at apartment listings again once his friends decided to call it a night. He was going to get out no matter what.

#fanfic #fanfiction #stardew valley #sdv sebastian #stardew valley sebastian x oc

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Soothing

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

Request from Anon: If I may request something with happy 😊 honestly wherever it takes you! I wouldn’t mind some angst as long as it’s a happy ending 🙏🏽🙏🏽 and if you can squeeze in #12 from the one liner list, I feel like it fits him. Thank you so much if you do!! Love your writings ♥️ (Prompt is from This Post btw)

Warnings: none! just Happy being a bit of a grump haha

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: My first Happy Lowman fic, my friends! Y’all been requesting some new people that I’ve never written for before and it’s been so fun, so thank you! Feedback is always appreciated, especially with characters that I’m not as used to writing. Hope you enjoy! xo

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You heard the door slam from the other side of the house. You let out a deep sigh as you glanced at your bedroom doorway from under your covers. As soon as he woke up this morning, you had the feeling that he was going to be in for a rough day. It wasn’t anything specific that he had said or done, but you could feel it in the way that he moved around the house as he got ready.

It had been radio silence from him all day. That in and of itself wasn’t particularly unusual. Happy had never been one to make small talk or drag out a conversation that wasn’t necessary. But the fact that he hadn’t reached out even to check and see if you needed him to grab anything on his way home was what really let you know that today hadn’t been a good one for him.

You set your laptop off to the side and slowly climbed out of bed. You hardly made it to the doorway before you came face to face with Happy, who had the same neutrally angry expression on his face that he always did. You reached out and ran your hands lightly up and down his arms, trying to gauge what he needed.

“Rough day?” you asked, despite knowing the answer.

“Yea,” his voice was gruff, his response short, but he wasn’t pulling away from your touch.

You let your hands drop so that they could entwine with his, “Why don’t you go shower off the day and I’ll take care of dinner,” you gave his hands a light squeeze, “Sound alright?”

He nodded but didn’t say anything else as he untangled his hands from yours. You stood to the side as he grabbed a towel and a fresh set of clothes to change into after his shower. Even in his moodiness, you couldn’t help but to love him.

As he walked by you he leaned down and pressed a quick, slightly rough kiss on the side of your head. He didn’t say anything, or look back at you as he walked out of the room. You had to shake your head and smile. Very rarely did he verbally say I love you but he always made sure that you knew.

You heard the shower start and made your way out to the kitchen to pull dinner together. He never said that you had to wait for him to get home, and on nights when he was going to be really late you wouldn’t. But you didn’t mind waiting an extra hour or two if it meant that the two of you got to eat together.

While you were serving everything onto your plate and Happy’s, you felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around your waist. You smiled, feeling the heat from his bare torso seep through the fabric of your shirt. He didn’t say anything as he watched you portion out the rest of dinner.

You turned in his arms so that you were facing him and rested your hands on his shoulders, “You wanna talk about it?”

“No,” he shook his head, eyes searching your face.

You smiled at him, “Wanna kiss about it?”

He cracked a small smile as he leaned in and kissed you on the lips. You slid your hands up so that they cupped either side of his face, and in response his hands squeezed tightly onto your hips.

You pulled away, tracing your thumb along his cheek, “C’mon, before the food gets cold.”

The two of you were sitting on opposite ends of your small couch as you ate. You’d thrown a random show on the television for background noise, but you knew that no matter what you put on Happy wasn’t going to be paying attention. You could see it in his eyes that he was miles away from your living room, still stuck wherever he had been earlier in the day.

When the two of you had finished dinner, he silently stood up and brought your dishes over to the sink. You turned to watch him, staring shamelessly at the ink that decorated his back and shoulders. He turned around and saw you watching him, tilting his head slightly to the side as if to ask if there was something that you wanted to say. You simply smiled and shook your head before turning around and bringing your attention back to the television. So much of your life with Happy was communicating silently. It was difficult at first, but the two of you had gotten pretty good at it as the days went by.

He sat down in the center of the couch, immediately pulling your legs so that they were draped over his lap. He drummed his fingers absentmindedly on your knees and shins and you fought the urge to smile at the slightly ticklish sensation. If he knew that it tickled you at all, you knew it would be weaponized against you at a later date.

“Hap?” you said after a few minutes of silence.

He looked over at you, his hands finally still, “Mm?”

You gestured for him to come closer to you, “Come lay with me.”

You saw the skepticism on his face but he did as you asked. Normally it was you curling up against him, not the other way around. He situated himself between your legs, head coming to rest on your chest. You let out a quiet hum of approval as you rested your hands on his back. You could tell that he didn’t want to admit that he was comfortable in his current position. After a few minutes, though, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled himself tighter to you.

While you were watching your show, you found yourself idly running your fingers along the top and back of his head. He let out what you could only describe as Happy’s version of a purr, and you had to bite back your laughter. It was the most comfortable and vulnerable that you’d ever seen him.

Suddenly, you felt his body tense against you. You stopped the movement of your hands and looked down at him, “You okay?”

“Are you…why are you petting me?” his tone was serious and it made the situation all the more hysterical to you.

You chuckled, lightly tapping your fingertips on the back of his head, “I’ve heard that it helps to soothe wild animals. Seems like it works.”

He let out one quiet chuckle but his face remained stoic. You could tell that he was trying to make it seem like he enjoyed it less than he really did.

“I can stop if you want?” you offered as you pulled your hands away from him.

“No,” he placed your hands back onto his head, “It’s nice.”

You chuckled and leaned down, kissing the edge of his forehead, “Love you, Hap.”

He settled back down against your chest, grunting in approval, “I know you do.”

#happy lowman #soa #sons of anarchy #mayans mc #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman x you #sons of anarchy imagine #mayans mc imagine #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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starlightrows · 3 years

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Love In All Its Forms

Pairing: Boba Fett x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: FLUFF, illness, non-sexual nudity

Summary: It’s the day for celebrations of love, but instead of the plan you’ve crafted, you’re sick in bed

AN: Happy Monday! As I’m writing this, snow is continually falling, roads are closed and I’m spending Valentine’s Day solo and sick with a cold. But it’s okay, because I love all of you! Happy (late) Valentine’s Day!

“Lay back down princess, you need to rest,” Boba says, pushing on your shoulder gently. You’d woken up feeling intense pressure behind your eyes, and your nose running.

“No,” you tried to protest, pushing back against him. “You took time off from your duties, I spent weeks planning for today,”

You were starting to get upset, you really had been looking forward to today. Asked him weeks in advance to take this particular day off. On your home world, today was a special holiday to celebrate love in all its forms. Friendships, parenthood, spouses, lovers, partners of all kinds. And you wanted to celebrate with Boba, your love. Originally you had hoped to take him to your home world, it would be covered in snow this time of year. There are pools of hot bubbling mineral water up the mountain your home village was situated at the base of. You thought he might enjoy the hot water, and uninterrupted alone time you’d be able to enjoy. Unfortunately the journey to reach your home planet, celebrate the holiday, and the return trip would take too much time. But he had agreed to give you this day.

“I know,” he pushes your hair back, and sits next to you on the bed. Your eyes are beginning to water and your chest tightens. You don’t want to get upset this way, and you really don’t want to be sick. You sigh and close your eyes, willing the tears not to spill over

“I just— I really wanted today to be special. I wanted to show you how important you are to me,” you cry softly. Boba continues petting your hair, staring down at your pitiful form.

“We don’t need a specific day to demonstrate love cyare,” he tells you. His words are kind, but they do nothing to comfort you.

“I just wanted to take care of you, and make you feel loved,” the tears fall freely from your eyes.

“Cyare, you make me feel loved everyday,” he catches your chin between his thumb and curled forefinger, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. “If today is truly the day for lovers, than let me take care of you,”

You don’t really want to relent, you don’t want to let this go so easily. But you feel like bantha shit, and you don’t have much of a choice. So you nod your head, and let him tuck the covers around you.

“Sleep princess, I’ll be here when you wake up,” he kisses your forehead, as you shut your eyes. The bedding is soft and warm, such a stark contrast to the chilled hard stone that make up the walls of the palace. Normally a welcome relief from the blazing dual suns that beat down on Tatooine. The warmth of the covers and plush pillows combined with your illness induced exhaustion, draws you back into sleep.

True to his word, Boba is there when you wake up again. He sits by in one of the comfortable arm chairs you’d had decorated the rather sparse bedchamber with, reading something off a datapad. You don’t alert him to your wakefulness, instead you just settle your gaze over him. You hope beyond all reason that he’s reading for his own enjoyment, and not for work. This was supposed to be a relaxing, pleasure only kind of day.

“Boba,” you call out for him, reaching an arm up out of the covers. He looks over at you, sets down the datapad.

“Can I get you anything little one?” He asks, coming to sit beside you once more, accepting your small hand in his two large ones. “Water? Tea?”

“Water please,” he releases your hand, and steps off into the adjoining ‘fresher. You sit up in bed, and accept the glass of water he offers on his return. You drink the entire glass, and hand it back to him to set on the bedside table.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, settling onto his side of the bed. He opens his arms, inviting you to cuddle up to him. A luxury you don’t often get to experience with him, so you take full advantage.

“A bit better. My head doesn’t hurt so bad, but I can’t breathe through my nose,” you say honestly. His thumb strokes your upper arm where he holds you.

“You wanted us to go to those hot springs on your home world,” he says, “we have a bath tub. The steam will help your breathing,”

“Maybe in a bit,” you say, clutching his shirt just a little tighter “you’re a very comfortable pillow, my love,” He chuckles, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. For now you were just happy to held.

Eventually the idea of a soothing bath, and humidity to open up your sinuses was too tempting to pass up. The day had gotten away from you, and an evening bath would be a decent way to end the day.

Boba disappeared back into the ‘fresher to run you the bath. You took some time to remake the bed, and toss your used handkerchiefs into the wash bin. Boba beckoned you into the ‘fresher. Helped you remove your night shirt you’d spent the day in, and gave you a hand for stability as your stepped down into the sunken tub. The hot water felt amazing on your aching body, and the steam wafting up from the water was already starting to ease your breathing. You leaned you head against the high wall of the tub and closed your eyes. Even though your throat was still sore, this was very nice.

“Are you going to join me?” You asked, sensing he was still in the ‘fresher with you

“No,” he answered “I’m going to check on dinner. I asked the scullery maids to make bread and soup for you,” You hummed in acknowledgment. He leaves the ‘fresher, making sure to shut the door so the steam will stay trapped inside.

Sinking further into the water, you think about how lucky you are. People you’ve been with in the past would likely be angry they’d taken a whole day off of work, only to have to take care of you or have plans canceled. But not Boba, for as much of a grump he could be at times, he truly does love you and appreciate you.

When he returns, the bath water is going a little cold and the steam is dissipating. He holds your bathrobe open for you and fastens the tie. He leads you back to bed and offers you a bowl of the soup he had mentioned before.

The broth is flavorful and rich, even though you’re already warm from the bath, it warms your insides. He sits with you, sipping off his own bowl of soup.

“Thank you,” you say, as he takes your now empty bowls placing them on the table by the door. The maids will likely come retrieve them later. You’ll have to remember to thank them in person as well when you get the chance. “Thank you for taking care of me today,”

He gives you a look, as he begins turning down the covers to get you tucked back into bed for the night. “How many times have you taken care of me when I was sick or injured, little one?”

“I wouldn’t have died or anything if you had chosen to go back to work instead of staying though,” you comment while he slides under the covers beside you. Draws you in, placing your head on his chest

“Today is the day for love in all its forms, and sometimes loving someone means taking care of them,” he says. You never would have expected this from him. He could have his tender moments with you sure, but this gentleness and wisdom is new.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you say sleepily “Next time you can manage a day off. I’ll return the favor and spoil you all day,”

He chuckles at your musings. “As if you don’t spoil me everyday,”

You’re fading, sleep calls to you. But you get out one last thing. “I love you,”

He nuzzles your head with his cheek, you’re fully asleep but he responds anyway “I love you too,”

#Star Wars #The Mandalorian #Soft!Boba #Boba Fett #Boba Fett x reader #I’m sick 😩#It’s just a cold not the ‘rona #Boba please take care of me #Valentine’s Day in Space

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hy5ter1cal · 3 years

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Drowning

Okay so this is part 1 to a fantasy SBI series. Please tell me if you liked it or if you find anything that I could improve, I really need feedback lol.

Summary: After a terrible accident Tommy and Wilbur finally return to their childhood summer home. But something is wrong, Tommy is plauged by horrible nightmares and memories - a voice keeps telling him to change it. To change the ending.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, swearing, angst lol

Word count: 2.2k

Tommy was trying to run, someone, he didn’t know who or what, but something was chasing him. He quickly jumped over the fence into the garden of his family’s summer home, the flowers had long since died and parts of the grass were burned. He tried to open the door but it was locked, he tried again but to no avail. He eventually retorted to kicking the door open, he could hear the being getting closer and closer every second.

Tommy didn’t bother locking or closing the door properly, he rushed for his father’s room as he remembered the big wardrobe he used to hide in when playing hide and seek. He opened the door and saw the old room, the bed was just like it had been left. The sheets still looked pristine after all these years as if they never left. He could however see the thick layer of dust coating all the furniture in the room, coating the picture of him and his family.

He was startled out of his thoughts as he heard the front door slam open. Tommy jumped, carefully making his way over to the wardrobe while trying to avoid the boards he knew would creak. He slowly closes the wardrobe doors and covers his mouth with his hand, sitting down. Afraid to make any noise at all. “Oh, ____…” a voice he didn’t recognize playfully sang, static filling his head as he heard the door to the bedroom swing open. “Don’t hide from me,” The voice trilled happily as the footsteps got closer to the wardrobe. Closer, closer, and closer.

Tommy suddenly woke up in a chair. The only sound that met his ears was his heart beating like a hectic drum, drowning out all the other noise surrounding him. He took a deep breath, calming down as he could hear footsteps approaching him. Tommy turned around, and smiled. “Are you ready to go, Tommy?” He asked, brown eyes meeting Tommy’s blue. “Yeah, I am.”

“Good, get your stuff. Your horse has been saddled, so we’re pretty much good to go whenever.”

Tommy nodded and told Wilbur to give him a minute. He needed a minute to process what he had just dreamt about, what the hell was that thing... He thought as he grabbed the satchel beside him. He was ready.

Similarly, Tommy felt ready as he stepped off his horseback, grabbing the reins once more while he looked at Wilbur. “Hey, it’s getting dark quickly-” Tommy muttered, shifting his gaze from his brother to the dark sky, only a few specs of orange and red visible in the far distance. “Yeah, I doubt we’ll get there before late in the night,” Wilbur sighed and he too got off his horse, “I think we’re better off going into town, staying the night at Logstichire inn.” Tommy nodded and started to follow him on the gravelly path. “Since when did they get lanterns here? No one ever visits this place.” Tommy blurted, looking ahead as if trying to spot the first few houses. “I dunno.”

“Maybe there’s something in town that is getting them more visitors?”

“Maybe,” Wilbur muttered, “Though, I doubt it.”

“Why?”

He shrugged as he continued to drag his horse with him. Tommy swallowed, ever since the morning something had just felt off, the dream was still bugging him. The crunching sound of gravel steadily withered away as Tommy felt as if he was being forced underwater. A voice seemed to surround him, overflowing his senses. Change it, Tommy. It somehow echoed under the water, carving its way through his skull and into his mind. Change it.

Tommy desperately tried to grab something to hold onto. Don’t let go. The voice echoed, and suddenly he felt the reins get handed back to him as he pulled himself out of the water, finding that he was completely dry and still on the road with Wilbur walking in front of him. He could hear the gravel under his feet, feel the wind blow through his hair and the cold of the wind meeting his sweaty skin.

“Look, Tommy.” Wilbur smiled and gestured to the prominent lights ahead, they could see the outlines of houses. “We’re here… finally,” Tommy huffed as he picked up speed to walk alongside Wilbur. “Why are you out of breath?”

Tommy caught up with him. “No, I guess- just a bit tired.”

“Right, you’ve been riding that horse all day. I bet you’re so exhausted.”

“Shut up, Wil. Let’s just get to the damn inn.” Tommy scoffed as an awkward silence fell over the both of them. He could feel a slow burning rise in his stomach, rising towards his lungs. The long journey combined with little to no sleep was doing him no good. Something so little sparked the flame he thought laid buried for good.

“Tommy,” Wilbur coughed, trying to start a conversation again.

“What?” Tommy barked, not meaning to sound so mad, “-sorry..”

“Don’t worry. Look over there!” He pointed towards the large tree in the middle of the plaza. It had been covered in small lanterns and folded paper figures which bore the wishes of the town’s children. “The tree is still there!” Tommy chimed in, feeling the burning sink, it waited for another moment to strike. “What name did you give it again?”

Tommy chuckled, “L’man-tree..” He sprinted towards the tree, looking at the small folded paper figures. “I doubt yours is still here.”

“You never know, Wil!” Tommy continued to excitedly check every single one for a name he recognized. “Wil- look at this one!” He was pointing to an old figure made out of dark grey, hard paper. It had once resembled a vulture. “I remember this, Techno made it!” Wilbur smiled, “Yeah, he was always so good at making these things.”

“Tommy, for the love of god I’m not making another one.” He huffed tucking a stray lock of his hair out of his face. His crimson eyes met Tommy’s blue, “Pleaseee?”

“No.”

“Pleaseeeee?” He tried once more.

“No, Tommy.” Technoblade grumped as he tried to go back to writing, he was hunched over his paper. His quill moved quickly and skillfully, easily forming the letters he desired. Tommy was situated on the floor next to him, arms crossed and blue eyes glazed over - tears threatening to spill if he didn’t get his way. “Techno, I want the wolf thing you made!” He shouted as he stood up and stomped on the floor. “It’s a coyote, Tommy. There’s a difference.”

“I don’t care if it’s a coy- whatever, I want one to hang on the tree!”

A staring contest ensued, Tommy’s cheeks were red, the anger showed in his eyes. “Fine, I’ll make another…” Technoblade mumbled as he brought out another sheet of the expensive paper. “If you lose this one I’m telling Phil-”

“Techno you’re such a pushover-” Wilbur laughed from the doorway as he entered, sitting down next to Tommy on the carpet. “You should-”

“-ask him to make another one for you the next time you see him.” Tommy nodded, “Yeah, I should.” He gently grabbed the vulture figure, “I’ll give it to him.”

“That sounds good, now come on- I’m exhausted.” Wilbur breathed as he grabbed Tommy by the shoulder, leading him through the village.

The streets were lined with the humble homes of its occupants. They were rather small, the base built of stone bricks and the upper being wood. Some of the houses had a small stable next to it, or a small garden. The most notable one was that one building covered in vines. They stretched across the walls and led to a larger area filled to the brim with flower pots. Above the entrance was a sign which read: “Niki’s Flower Shop.” Tommy made a mental note to himself to let Wilbur know of it, he’d love to visit Niki sometime during the week while they were there. Continuing along the street they finally found the inn. It was a large building with three floors, the windows were large so it was easy to peek into the rooms. The door leading inside was open and Tommy could feel the warmth radiating from the fireplace inside.

“Well, Tommy. Let’s get inside.” Wilbur sighed with content as they stepped inside, the warmth did not disappoint as it was a pleasant contrast to the cold outside. The first thing Tommy saw was the front desk, currently occupied by a young woman with fluffy white hair. Wilbur walked up to the woman to ask for a room for the night, and he continued to look around. Tables with seemingly hand-made table cloths and candles were spread out in the large room. Along one of the walls was a bar, a man who seemed to be a bit shorter than Tommy was occupied with serving one of the guests a drink. Behind the man there was a door which he assumed to lead to the kitchen.

“Tommy,” Wilbur walked up next to him, keys jingling in his hand, “come on, let’s go to our room. We can get dinner later.” He put the keys in his pocket, grabbing Tommy’s shoulder. “Wilbur, did you recognize that woman at the desk?” Wilbur was slowly leading them towards the large staircase in the very back of the dining area. “No, why? Did you?”

Tommy shrugged, something about her had felt so familiar. Just from distantly listening to their conversation Tommy could recognize her voice. It was like a weird case of deja vú. “I don’t know, Wil- It’s like I know her, no, more like I used to. I got that feeling- like, when you see an old friend for the first time in years.”

“Huh,” Wilbur paused in front of the stairs, “I’ve never seen her in my life before. Maybe you saw her the last time we came here.” Wilbur started walking up the tall stairs. “Our room is on the second floor,” he shrugged off his coat as they reached the top of the stairs. “I bet you’re fucking burning up in that coat here,” Tommy laughed as he stretched his arms in front of him, following Wilburs lead towards their room. “Yeah? Well, you would be too if you were wearing it.” Wilbur gently punched his shoulder as he stopped in front of a door. “Here it is.” Tommy nodded, “Well come on, open the door then.” Wilbur clumsily handed his coat to Tommy, trying to reach into his pocket for the keys. “Shit, Wilbur - your coat is really heavy-” Wilbur huffed out a laugh, “Is it? Or are you just weak?” He inserted the key and turned it, the door opening. “Ouch-” Wilbur huffed as Tommy threw the coat over him. “What the hell was that for!?”

“Well, since it isn’t heavy I thought you could carry it yourself,” Tommy mocked as he stepped into the room. It wasn’t large by any means, it could barely fit the two beds which leaned against the big window. Next to the door was a lit fireplace and a wardrobe. He walked to the window and pulled the curtains apart, seeing how the last bit of the sun sank in the horizon.

“This is a nice room,” Wilbur sighed as he hung his coat in the wardrobe. “Wil, the sky is really pretty isn’t it?” Wilbur turned towards him. “Where are you going with this? You usually make fun of me for pointing that out.”

Tommy sighed, looking down at the few people who were still outside. “It’s just that- something has been bugging me.” He swallowed, “What?”

“Do you still think Tubbo’s alive?” He breathed heavily as the words escaped him, he had wanted to ask that since the trip was announced. Tommy suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, spinning him around and making him face Wilbur. “Tommy?” Wilbur asked. “Yes?”

“I know you feel guilty for what happened, but you have to realize it was the only way.” He paused, “If you hadn’t done that both of you would’ve died.”

“But I hurt him-” Tommy mumbled, turning his face away from Wilbur’s piercing gaze. “Stop, Tommy. I’m sure he’s alive, and even if he isn’t I know he would forgive you.” Tommy could feel Wilbur’s arms wrap around him, trapping him in a tight embrace. “Thank you…” Tommy whispered as Wilbur hesitantly stepped away, as if he wasn’t ready to. “Now, Tommy. I want you to…” He started to dig through his hip pouch, finally finding what he was looking for. “...I want you to order whatever you want for dinner, okay? Order me something you think I’d like while you’re at it.” Wilbur handed him an open, small coin pouch. It was nearly full. “Are you sure-”

“Yes. I’m going to make sure our horses are safe in the stable, it might take like- 20 minutes.” Wilbur started to walk towards the door as Tommy started at the floor, holding back tears. “Oh and Tommy, don’t think about the price.” He could hear the door close, and he sank to the floor - closing his eyes and letting the tears fall freely. He could see it in front of him every time he tried to sleep. Tubbo’s bloody hand trying to reach for his leg from the ground. Tommy having to snatch his leg away and ground himself, readying his shield and-

Tommy tried to open his eyes, but when he did all he could see was darkness. Don’t let him die. The voice echoed as he was plunged beneath the surface of the water once more.

#sbi #sleepy bois au #dream smp #au #tommyinnit #wilbursoot #technoblade #angst #but i dont know how to write #fantasy au

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drabbles-blurbs-words · 4 years

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Birthday (Bakugou x fem!reader)

Happy (early) Birthday to @lady-bakuhoe, you sweet sweet smutty queen!

Have some super cheesy Bakugou romance and fluff, I couldn’t help myself but make him a disaster romantic boy.

Hope you enjoy!!!

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Bakugou watched stealthily as you made your way into the common room. A small skip in your step as you approached the table full of girls. Excited squeals left Uraraka’s and Mina’s lips as they all jumped you and began to sing you praises. He could hear them congratulating you on your birthday, they gingerly sat you down in front of a fresh plate of pancakes while they chattered annoyingly about whatever. Stupid extras and their stupid birthdays, he thought as he watched your face flush pink when Mina gave your cheek a kiss. A scowl pulled at his lips, but he tried to shake it off as best as he could.

Bakugou Katsuki was nothing to you. He wasn’t your training buddy, he wasn’t you friend, and he definitely wasn’t your boyfriend. So, why the hell did he want to make this day special for you?

Oh,

right…

Ever since he saw you in the sports festival, he had been enchanted by you. Your strength and smarts amazed him. The camp incident only strengthened those feelings, he watched helplessly as you fought tooth and nail to protect everyone around you. As if that wasn’t enough, you chased after him. Trying to save him from the villains. You didn’t even talk to each other, for fuck’s sake! And there you were, covered in blood and dirt. Ready to take on the world for him. Your strong fearless actions were a juxtaposition to your very kind and soft soul. He found amazing how you could kick villain ass and then turn around to give the most comforting smile to anyone in need.

Bakugou snarled at himself at his thoughts, how the hell was he even supposed to get you something when you didn’t even talk. He hated that he was constantly pining for you like an idiot. What he didn’t know was that he had also been in your thoughts. And that maybe, just maybe you wished he would come and say happy birthday to you. Your heart had always had a special place for him. Understanding that his anger came from deep insecurities and fear. You knew he meant well, and you also knew that he was slowly growing and changing for the best. You saw it in the little ways he took care of others or how he would be softer with you. Picking up the things you left behind. Lightly scolding you as you overworked yourself or put others before you.

You observed the boy scowl in your direction and you shrunk in your seat. The other girls noticed, and some glared at him a bit. But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel upset. You didn’t know what you had done to earn his distaste but it left you feeling empty. Why must the object of your affection be such a grump? But then again, he wouldn’t be him if he wasn’t grumpy. You gave him a small smile and a wave. You watched as he turned his face away and trudged out of the room. A small sigh left your lips.

“That stupid jerk.” Toru snarked at the retreating boy, “I don’t get why he’s always glaring at you.”

“I mean, she is competing with him for the top…” Uraraka mused.

“And she bested him in training last week.” Yaomomo took a sip of her tea as she eyed Jirou carefully.

Jirou shook her head at the tall girl but didn’t expect the words to fall from Mina’s mouth.

“Maybe it’s not what you think- OW!” she cried as Jirou smacked her shoulder.

“Wait, what?” you looked at both girls, eyes shining bright.

“Nothing.” Jirou glared at the other girls.

Your shoulders fell a bit, she didn’t elaborate but you felt a bit of hope grow in your chest.

Of course, as soon as the hope bloomed it was crushed by the shouts of the angry blonde in the hallway.

“FUCK OFF! IT’S JUST A BIRTHDAY!!!!”

Kirishima walked back in with the blonde, their bags slung around their shoulders as he tried to appease the ferocious boy. The red head met Mina’s eyes and shrugged but then grimaced when he saw the look in your eye. It was unmistakable, so unmistakable that even the dense Todoroki had noticed how you deflated. Bakugou pretended he didn’t just see the hurt in your gaze and marched out to class. Kirishima followed quietly. Guilt eating him up at what he had indirectly caused. Bakugou’s heart ached but fuck. He didn’t have the time for this… but he didn’t want to hurt you either.

Training had been a bitch that day, you found yourself lying on your back and staring at the beautiful clear sky. You relished the warmth the sun gave you until a long dark shadow was cast over you. You met the heated scowl of the infamous King Explosion Murder. You sat up only to feel something cold bump onto your forehead. You grabbed the bottle he offered but before you could say anything, he was already walking back to Kirishima. A puzzled look came over your features, but you shrugged it off. He sometimes made sure you had some water lately. He usually snarked at you too, though.

Another bizarre thing occurred when after training you found some cute looking pens and a small notepad grace your desk. They were all elephant themed, your favorite animal. They were strong and caring creatures. You checked to see if there was a note or anything but there wasn’t. You looked around and met Bakugou’s gaze. You watched as he quickly looked away and grumbled something under his breath. You felt the embers of hope sparking up again. Your heart beating quickly as you blushed fiercely. Bakugou smirked as he sneaked a look at you and saw your flushed cheeks. Yeah, you were worth it. He would just have to bide his time. He was patient… sometimes… he could wait until tonight… he hoped.

The day had thankfully flown by and nighttime was upon you. Your class had made a cozy dinner for your birthday; everyone had sung and cheered in celebration. You were the mom of their little class, so they tried to make you feel as loved as you made them feel. They knew you always took care of them before yourself and wanted to make sure you knew how much they appreciated that. Small gifts had been received from them and very warm hugs had been given to all except one.

Bakugou had hung in the back of the room. Quietly observing as you tenderly thanked and loved on everyone. He watched as you embraced Deku and gave Iida a big kiss on the cheek. He watched as the girls huddled around you and began to dance with you to the stupidest song ever. He felt jealous when you pulled Kirishima and Aoyama back to the table and made sure they ate properly. He almost blew up when he saw you gently pat Todoroki’s shoulder and whisper something in his ear. What he didn’t know was that he was being watched and a small plan slowly began spinning into action.

Todoroki gently smiled at the soft way you always spoke to him. You were one of the few who took care of not overstimulating him with loud and brash actions. So, he decided to give you an extra birthday gift. He carefully watched Bakugou glare at him as your hand squeezed his shoulder. He slowly stood and gave you a very big hug. He relished in the warmth but not before meeting the explosive boy’s gaze and sending him an obnoxious smirk. He saw the moment the boy snapped; a loud growl ripped through his throat and into the world. He marched through the common room loudly, silence engulfing everyone as Todoroki let go of you.

“What in the world…?” you spoke under your breath.

“He’ll be back.” He smiled. “Make sure you’re ready though.”

You blinked owlishly at the boy as everyone began chatting and enjoying the music again. You sat in Uraraka’s lap as Iida and Deku told a funny story, unaware of the surprise you were about to receive.

Bakugou’s gaze locked on you as he stomped back into the small party. A grocery bag was in his hand, and he suddenly felt very inadequate. He had been buying you things for special events for a while now… but he always chickened out. Today was the day, though. He would grow a pair and finally give you everything he had ever seen that reminded him of you. He pushed through his anxious thoughts, eyes burning in fury as he watched you enjoying whatever Deku was saying. He watched as Uraraka held you loosely in her lap and felt jealousy combust his heart. He stomped over to you and before anyone could react lifted you out of Uraraka’s lap and over his shoulder. You let out a yelp as you felt yourself become a human sack of potatoes. Your friends began to protest but Kirishima and, surprisingly, Todoroki calmed them down. You heard Mina let out a loud finally before Jirou had covered her mouth with her hands. Todoroki met your gaze and gave you a small thumbs up. He watched as your face turned even more bewildered and he chuckled. Now who was dense?

The world was upside down as Bakugou carried you to who knows where. You tried to lift yourself but each time you tried, Bakugou would jostle you until you hung upside down again. So, you just gave up and permitted whatever this was, to happen. You let his sweet aroma calm you and enjoyed the cool summer breeze. It wasn’t until you heard some running water that you felt him slow down. Carefully he placed you on your feet, his eyes studied every line of your face. You felt yourself ignite under his stare; heart thumping so hard you thought he could hear it. Wordlessly he grabbed your hand and led you to the small fountain. You warmed at the feel of his rough hand in yours. His skin was hardened from all his training and explosions, but you didn’t mind. Those hands meant work, and dedication. They meant passion and maybe even love.

Bakugou sat you both on a small bench nearby and shoved the grocery bag into your lap.

“What-“

“Dammit! Just open it… please.” He grumbled, his cheeks dusting pink.

You nodded hesitantly but proceeded to pull the stuff out. Your heart began beating a mile a minute as you began taking out your favorite snacks and candies from the bag. There was also very cute elephant stationary, but the icing on the cake were the plushies inside. There was a plushie for one of each of your favorite heroes. You looked at the stuffed toys in amazement. Easily recognizing Miruko, Eraserhead, and Thirteen. You hugged the plushies to you tightly as you looked at the boy.

“Bakugou, this is too much. I don’t deser-“

“Yes, you do.” He snapped, “You deserve all that and more.”

“But I… I don’t get it.”

He turned towards you; his eyes full of unspoken emotions he was just dying to get out of his system. He grabbed the plushies in your arms, careful not to get his sweat on them, and began bagging all of your gifts.

“Of course, you don’t, dumbass.” He snarked, “You’re always making sure everyone’s happy, that everyone’s okay.”

“Yes but I don’t do it for-“

“Let me finish, dammit!” he froze at his own tone of voice but relaxed when he felt your hand on his. Gently coaxing his words out of him. The warmth that radiated from you was comforting and reassuring. His hands tightened around the bag he held as he let out a strangled breath.

“Who’s going to take care of you?” he asked softly. “Who’s going to make sure you are happy and safe and… I just… I want to… uh… I want to be the one…” He trailed off as he met your eyes uncertainly, his cheeks turned pink as he watched you slowly realize what his words meant.

You took the bag from his hands gently and replaced it with your hands. He suspiciously watched as you scooched closer to him. He could almost smell the sweet scent of vanilla that always seemed to follow you. He had to shake his head to be able to focus on you and not that appealing aroma.

“I was hoping someone special would do that…” you kept your gaze steady on the boy. “Someone strong, loyal, brave,” his chest puffed up but then deflated at your next words, “sweet, caring, and kind.” He let go of your hands slowly, but you stared at him, clearly puzzled.

He wouldn’t look at you, he hunched over as he looked anywhere but you.

“You’re right… you do deserve someone like that. Dammit! I don’t know why I thought…” your heart broke as you watched his confidence crumble, “it could be me.” He whispered.

He cursed himself for letting his hopes soar, but you were right. You deserved someone gentle, not a brash hot head like him. Someone who could actually make you happy. Someone who couldn’t blow you up by holding your hand. Who wouldn’t mind sappy romantic dates and long stupid walks on the beach. He didn’t dare look at you, shame burning through him. Why the hell did he ever think he was good enough?

You studied the boy and began to feel something stir in you. Something hot, fiery, and very dangerous. You felt your hands ball up into fists as the idiot in front of you misunderstood you completely. You felt yourself explode as you witnessed him become so small in front of you. You couldn’t let him feel this way, you hated how doubt filled the boy who had slowly grown his way into your heart. So, like everything you did in life, you followed your gut and you moved before you could think.

Bakugou blinked hard as your hands grabbed his cheeks and pulled his face towards yourself. Fury burned in your gaze and the poor boy couldn’t understand why. Didn’t you just reject him? What did you want now?

“Listen to me well, Bakugou Katsuki.” You frowned. “I was trying to be romantic and describe you, you idiot.”

“But I’m not…”

“Yes, you are.” You cut him off firmly. “You may be a little rough around the edges and grumpy and hot headed.” He looked away and grumbled, making you smile a bit. “But, under all that gruff and snarky exterior there is an amazing hero. There is kindness, there is tenderness, and there is definitely someone I have grown to care for and like and maybe even-“

You felt his hard body slam against your chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly. He almost knocked you off the little bench, but you had managed to catch both of you. You did your best to right yourself and felt him slump against you. You tried to catch your breath but his hold on you was almost suffocating… or was that just you drowning in this moment? Your hands rubbed up and down his back soothingly as he carefully let go. You watched in amazement as he settled so close to you, you could feel his minty breath fanning over your face. He rested his forehead on yours and let out a deep sigh. It was as if he was letting himself enjoy your presence fully for the first time. As if all his tensions and worries had been erased with one embrace. You felt him lean closer, but he hesitated. A warm rough hand caressed the skin of your cheek and you nuzzled into his touch.

“Can…I…” He pulled back; cheeks red as he eyed your lips yearningly.

You touched your lips to his, in answer. It was short and sweet. He seemed dazed by it at first, but then a large feral grin covered his face. Before you could take a breath, he was reuniting with your lips. His hands still on your cheeks as your hands tangled into his hair and grabbed his shirt. It was sloppy and explosive and even a bit wild, but it was all him. And you found yourself sinking deeper into him; you met each other’s lips again and again. Hands tangling in hair, arms pulling each other impossibly closer. Both warming and loosing yourselves to hormones and each other’s touches and kisses. You felt him finally take a breath and separate from you. You felt yourself gasp for air; his eyes never left you nor your bruised lips. You hadn’t even noticed that you were also lightly panting. Your head was spinning from the kisses, you were lost in crimson. You felt like you were burning under his touch and gaze. His eyes shone with desire and tenderness as he brushed your hair back.

“I’ve been dying to do that.” he murmured, as you struggled to catch your breath.

You felt your cheeks heat up as he gently leaned forward and kissed your cheek lovingly. His thumb ran over where his lips had just graced, and he smiled.

“Happy birthday…” he whispered, before he caught your lips again in a kiss.

#bnhabookclub #bnha #mha #bnha imagine #mha imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #d-b-w

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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Baby, I’m Yours - Sirius Black

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Request: Could I please request a blurb where the reader is Sirius’s wife, and she keeps him company while he’s grumpy during OOTP and helps him celebrate Christmas with the Order and the Weasleys? @fand0mfantasies

Warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff!!

Words: 1504

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting @fand0mfantasies, I hope this is okay! I hope you guys all enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

You smiled as the bacon sizzled in the pan as you flipped the rasher over; you were a firm believer that magic and cooking didn’t go well together – unless you were Molly Weasley. So, you much preferred doing it the muggle way. As the bacon was cooking in the pan, you set your sights on making a cup of tea. You hummed a pretty tune beneath your breath as you added two cubes of sugar and a couple of teaspoons of cinnamon.

By the time you had finished making your husband’s tea, the bacon and eggs were done, you smiled to yourself as you loaded everything onto a tray and carried it up the winding staircase. You hated the fact that Sirius was trapped in this dark house all over again – though he had you to keep him company this time – he had spent so many of his teenage years trying to escape. Once he was free, you would find a quiet little village in the countryside where you could both live with Harry, but for now it was only a dream. Though, it was the sweetest dream.

As you walked into the bedroom you shared, he was sitting up scrubbing a hand through his thick hair as he looked at you with tired eyes. Butterflies filled your stomach as he gave you a gorgeous sleepy smile; it was amazing that he could make you feel like you were sixteen all over again.

“I woke up and you weren’t here,” he pouted, making you giggle and roll your eyes as you approached the enormous bed.

“I’m sorry handsome, I was making you breakfast,” you giggled as you passed him the tray.

He beamed at you as you got back into the warm bed, “and what did I do to deserve breakfast in bed and such a beautiful wife?” he grinned and wrapped an arm around you and took a sip of his tea, closing his eyes in bliss.

You smiled and kissed his cheek, “I wanted to cheer you up, you’ve been grumpy ever since Harry went back to Hogwarts,” you smiled and snuggled into his chest.

His handsome face fell slightly as he sighed, toying with the ends of your hair, “I know that I’ve been a grump and I’m sorry. Thank you for being so patient with me,” he chuckled, “I’m just going to miss him, this house was so full of life while he was here with his friends.”

You nodded understandingly, over the summer Sirius had been the happiest that you’d seen him in ages, “I know, I’ll miss him too but he’ll be home for Christmas, you know he will.”

Sirius nodded, smiling at you as he ate his breakfast. When your husband had finished his breakfast, he decided that he was still hungry so he decided to have his fill of you and you didn’t mind one bit. Once you were both sated and satisfied, he propped his chin up on his hand, smiling down at you, gently trailing his fingers over your skin. He looked so beautiful like this, with kiss bruised swollen lips and sparkling eyes.

“What are your plans for today then darling?” he asked.

You smiled up at him and kissed his cheek, smoothing your hands over the tattoos on his body, “I was thinking, maybe, I could try and get that portrait of your mother down.”

He let out a short bark of laughter as he pressed his forehead against yours, “I wouldn’t bother if I was you, that bitch has probably made it so that it couldn’t be removed, it was so like her,” he groaned, rolling his eyes and sighing.

“I don’t care, that woman is torturing you from beyond the grave so I’m going to try because I would do anything for you. I love you Sirius, I always have,” Sirius grinned as he pressed a long lingering kiss to your lips.

“I truly do not deserve you,” he chuckled when you scoffed at his words, “I love you too Y/N.”

The next day, it seemed that Sirius was right. Your mother-in-law had made it so that couldn’t remove her portrait from the wall. Unfortunately, after a few hours, you decided that it was futile and you had to give up, you hated being defeated by a portrait of a dead woman. It was like she had won from beyond the grave. You sighed and pointed your wand at the curtains, making them cover the portrait.

Sirius wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder as you stepped back into his chest, “I’m sorry Sirius.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “don’t be sorry baby.”

You looked up and down the dark hallway, deciding that it needed some life, “we should decorate this place for Halloween next week. In honour of James and Lily.”

Sirius chuckled, the sound warming your body, “that sounds like a great idea, I’m sure they would have loved it.”

Christmas came in no time and it was a little different this year. Harry had saved Arthur from sudden death so everybody had a lot to be thankful for this year. You stood back and let your husband spend time with his godson and you admired the way that Sirius’ beautiful face lit up as he talked with Harry. His cheeks were flushed from the wine he had been drinking with dinner. It was like he had his best friend back.

Christmas day was wonderful but when Molly suggested going for a walk in the snow, Sirius’ face dropped and that was when you realised that you had forgotten to give him one of his Christmas presents. You ran up the stairs to get it.

“What’s this?” Sirius asked, confusion etched into his features as you handed him the bright blue potion.

“It’s a glamour potion, I’ve been working on it for a while now, it’s really tricky to make. If you take it, you’ll look the same to us but everyone else who sees you won’t recognise you, they’ll think you’re someone else. I wanted you to have your freedom,” you flushed.

“Y/N,” his voice broke as he teared up and looked from you to the potion and back to you again, you could see the pure love and adoration in his eyes.

“What are you waiting for? Drink it,” you giggled.

Sirius nodded and downed the potion in one, wincing at the taste, he frowned after a couple of minutes and he rubbed his hands over his face, “I don’t feel any different.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you gave him your compact mirror to look in, when he saw his reflection he gasped, “Merlin, Y/N! My gorgeous looks are gone,” he teased, pulling you closer and kissing you, “thank you for doing this for me, I love you baby.”

“I love you too,” you smiled as you cupped his cheek, “and you still look beautiful to me,” you grinned as you played with the ends of his hair.

“Please, let’s go!” Harry laughed; it seemed he had been watching this whole exchange, Sirius beamed as he wrapped an arm around you and Harry as you walked out into the cold Christmas air.

Sirius let out a deep breath, his breath coming out in smoke as he looked up at the white sky, his face lighting up as the snowflakes landed on his cheeks and melted against his warm skin. He was a vision beautiful to behold as he looked at you with snowflakes in his hair and on his eyelashes.

“I can’t remember the last time I was out in the snow,” he smiled, looking at the snowflakes that landed in his hands.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head against his chest, “when you’re free, we’ll get a cottage together and we’ll go out for walks in the snow all the time,” Sirius grinned and dipped you slightly, kissing you deeply.

A couple of years later you were cooking alongside your husband in the little thatched cottage in Godric’s Hollow, around the corner from where James and Lily lived. The cottage that you lived in before you got married wasn’t available and you were so sad because you loved that house. Sirius had a fair trial about a year ago when the Aurors managed to bring Pettigrew into the Ministry and under the influence of Veritaserum he told them everything.

“I didn’t think we’d ever get here,” Sirius grinned as he looked up from chopping his onions.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek against his back, “I knew that we would and as soon as Harry defeats Voldemort he can come and live with us,” Sirius turned his head to grin at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You were so happy, you had everything that you had ever wanted, you had your true love, he was free and he was yours.

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Grow as we go || Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Oh, who said it's true that the growing only happens on your own? / They don't know me and you

a/n: Finally, the last chapter! And the longest lol. I’m really happy you enjoyed this little series. I’ll see all of you around <3 tagging list~ @loeybk @animemelanie360

Part One || Part Two || Part Three

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Heroes got sick too. You knew that, but didn’t expect getting stuck in your room for two days was going to be as miserable as it was. Yes, you were thankful that pneumonia had receeded to a cold thanks to Recovery Girl but, somehow, this cold felt worse than being hit in training. On Monday you were supposed to go back to classes when the cold symptoms were gone, and even if it was only a weekend away, you couldn’t wait anymore. You had already finished the last book you had bought and has streamed all seasons of your favourite series. Having nothing to do plus the weight of knowing you were missing important lessons and trainings had put you in the worst mood to the point you had asked your father not to disturb you unless there was an active fire.

It was Friday afternoon and he had already gone into your room eight times. You chose a movie on Netflix and while the opening credits played, you looked at your door, thinking about the possibility of putting your bookshelf against the door to prevent it from opening. Would it be over the top? Yes. Would it help you be alone at least until your movie finished? Also yes. Before you could really decide, you heard him knocking your door once again. You rolled your eyes, exhausted.

“Dad, please, leave me alone” your door opened and you pressed the spacebar to pause the movie. Turning to your right, you saw your father entering your bedroom and your ex boyfriend following him. You squealed, covering yourself with your sheets, even if you were wearing pajamas.

“Dad!”

“Katsuki came to bring you some homework, I think?” he looked over at Bakugou, who just nodded. He was still in his U.A. uniform. “I’ll leave you too, can I bring you anything?”

“No, thank you” Bakugou said with a small bow. Your father smiled and left your room, closing the door behind him.

A tense silence between the two of you reigned. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to talk first, and if you were, you didn’t know what were you supposed to say. While grades were important in U.A., they mostly relayed on the final exams, which weren’t due in at least another month. There was no need for him to bring you homework and you couldn’t help but think it was an excuse for him to see you. The idea made your heart skip a beat, holding onto the last bit of hope you still had within you.

“Aizawa asked me to give you this” he grunted, opening his backpack and handing you his notebook. You parted your lips, looking at his notebook and then back at him. Of course.

“I knew Aizawa didn’t like me, but this is just sad” you said with a dry laugh. Taking Bakugou’s notebook, you opened it and started looking for the lessons you had missed. Since you figured he wouldn’t just stand there and wait for you to copy a two day’s worth of classes, you took your phone and started taking pictures of all the pages you needed to copy later.

While you did that, you saw with the corner of your eye how Bakugou started walking around your room. Even if he had been at your house a couple of times before, he had never been inside your bedroom. You both had always spent your time in the living room or in the kitchen if you felt hungry. Still, Bakugou would never let you cook as ‘you cut tofu in sticks rather than dices like a maniac’, so he always took the lead. Not that you complained, he knew his way around the kitchen, which made you love him a little bit more.

In one of those occasions, he had met your father. Bakugou had been stirring a pot of miso soup when your father’s keys opened the front door. You went to the living room and greeted him, informing him your boyfriend was visiting. You had talked to him about Bakugou before, since the both of you had been dating for four months. Your heart warmed when you saw your father greeting Bakugou as an old friend and asking what he was cooking. Bakugou’s tense expression was laughable, as he tried his best not to use swear words around him.

Dinner had been great, you father doing his best to make Bakugou feel welcome, asking about school and praising him for such a delicious meal. Finally, your father gave you both some alone time as he went in to take a shower. You wasted no time in teasing Bakugou about being so tense around your father, but also confessed you were really happy you two had actually met. You thanked him for putting in some effort, earning a grump from him, which only made you smile further.

Having your father like Bakugou seemed like a blessing, but it only felt like torture now that he had let him in knowing you hadn’t been together in the last three months. When you talked about your situation with Bakugou with your father, he had asked you to give Bakugou another chance. You said you were waiting for him to sort out his mind and you had already accepted it could take more time than you wished for. ‘Why do you like him so much, anyway?’ you had asked, rolling your eyes. ‘He just seemed to care for you” your father had smiled sadly at you and changed the topic before you started crying once more.

“Weren’t you eighteen?”

You turned your head to Bakugou, who was holding your Jigglypuff plushie.

“I could say the same about your All Might posters” you countered. You looked at each other and, for the first time, the one who let out a snort was Bakugou. You expected him to shot back another comment, but instead he just kept looking around your room. “Denki actually bought it, you know?” you commented, your eyes fixated on Bakugou’s notebook

“What?” Bakugou snapped.

“He got it for Jirou saying it reminded him of her but she got mad and gave it to me” you chuckled at the memory, taking the final photo with your phone and closing Bakugou’s notebook. “Thanks for bringing this. I was already hating myself for getting this sick”

“Yeah, no shit” he muttered, putting his notebook back into his backpack. “How the fuck did you manage to do that?”

“Uhh, I may or may have not forgotten an umbrella on my way back home” you chuckled, scratching the back of your head.

“Why didn’t you see Recovery Girl?”

“I did! If I hadn’t I would have ended up with pneumonia. Now it’s just a cold. My body just needs to rest” you explained, shuffling in your seat. Now that his mission was over, you knew he had to get back, but you didn’t want him to. You hadn’t talked to each other outside of training since the gym incident happened. The first days were mostly because whenever you looked at him, you remembered the way his hands had held you against the wall, making you flustered and losing attention of any chore you were doing. You had been caught staring at nothing several times by your friends, playing Bakugou’s words over and over in your head.

‘I’d rather have this than nothing at all’

You couldn’t have agreed more with him. Even if he hadn’t approached you, you’d rather have him in your room, at least for a little while.

“When did--”

“My mother--”

A chuckle fell from your lips.

“Sorry, it wasn’t important. You were saying something about your mom?”

“That old hag asked me to give you this” he said, looking into his backpack again. He took out a soup thermos, an individual package of disposable chopsticks and handed it to you. Bakugou finally sat on the foot of your bed, his stern expression never leaving his face.

“That’s so nice of her” you smiled, taking the thermos and opening the lid. A smell of soup warmed your body. “Can I?” you asked, grabbing the chopsticks.

“What the fuck you think it’s for?” he rolled his eyes.

You started eating the soup, noticing how delicious it was. Not only that, it was your favourite kind: miso soup. You didn’t know if it was because you were sick, but it made you feel like you were on cloud nine. Humming contently, you picked a piece of tofu and noticed it was cut in sticks rather than dices.

“How did she know I prefer them in sticks?” you asked with an amused expression. Bakugou’s face turned red, and you watched him in awe as he opened his mouth but couldn’t say a thing. The truth suddenly hit you, making you grin widely at the boy in front of you.

“T-the fuck if I know how! Her cooking is shit and--”

“You remembered” you sighed, feeling your eyes burning. You bit your tongue, doing your best to avoid crying. You set the thermos aside and crawled on your bed, getting closer to Bakugou. You finally kneeled in front of him, his eyes watching you wide open while his eyebrows were still characteristically furrowed. “You actually remembered” you repeated in a small voice. His eyes darted sideways, a deep blush still covering his cheeks.

“Of fucking course I--”

You interrupted him by pressing your lips against hiss. Bakugou let out a surprised groan, but it wasn’t long until his hands were on the middle of your back, pulling you closer. You had his face between your hands, not being able to stop smiling as you were kissing him. It was amazing how much your body seemed to have craved him, even though it hadn’t been more than a month since you had last kissed.

Bakugou pulled away, setting his hands on your shoulders. Your smile fell a little when you realized he wasn’t smiling like you hoped: a preoccupied expression covered his face.

“I still haven’t figured it out” he muttered, looking you straight in the eyes. It took you a moment to understand what he was talking about, but your last conversation quickly popped in your mind.

“Oh. I…” you paused, sitting back and taking a deep breath. “I think you have, though”

“I still feel fucking frustrated. Especially now” he grunted, making you laugh.

“You’re just horny” you teased him. Bakugou flicked your forehead.

“Fuck off”

“Did you feel frustrated while you were making the soup?” you asked, changing your kneeling position to a sitting one, a leg bent while the other dangled from the bed. Bakugou stayed silent for a moment, his face scrunching, a tell-tale sign he was trying to concentrate. You remembered seeing that expression when you looked over at him while you were taking a test. Waiting for an answer made you feel uneasy, but you did your best to be patient.

“No” he said after a few moments. You felt the corner of your lip twitching upwards.

“What did you feel?” you saw Bakugou’s eyebrows scrunch again and quickly shook your head. “No, no, forget that. Just… did it feel good?”

“Yeah, I guess” Bakugou shrugged.

“You love me, then” you smile.

“Because I made you soup?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because you cooked my favourite soup, cut the tofu how I like it and then brought it to me. Yes, Katsuki, you love me” you grinned, pecking his cheek. You noticed how there was the tiniest of smiles on Bakugou’s face, a sight you had longed for weeks.

“Okay, I love you then”

Bakugou put his arms around you, your face nuzzling against his chest. The smell of caramel and cinnamon invading your senses, making the idea of taking a nap there really enticing. You had missed the feeling of his strong arms around you, making you feel protected, now even more that you knew he loved you. There were no longer idle thoughts wondering what did he think about your relationship or yourself. There was only him, Katsuki, making you feel the most loved you had ever felt. He pressed a kiss on top of your head and you thought you were going to melt right there.

“Wanna stay for a movie?” you asked, raising your head towards him.

“I’m not watching a chick flick” he warned.

“There’s this crime documentary on Netflix, how about that?”

“Fine. But eat the damn soup, it’s going to get cold”

You went back to your original position on your bed, pulling the covers and grabbing the laptop that was left behind. Bakugou sat on your side, grabbing a pillow and using it to rest his back.

Once you two were settled, you pressed play and Bakugou handed you the soup thermos. You took out another tofu and giggled to yourself.

“You love me”

“Already regretting saying that” Bakugou grunted, putting his arm around your shoulders. He let out a sigh and paused the movie again, turning his head towards you. “Listen. I obviously feel a bunch of shit for you. But it’s still… was it that easy? I’ve been putting my fucking head through the wall trying to understand and suddenly the answer was soup?” he asked in disbelief. “I love you. I get that now, but… I’ve never felt that before. So everything is still fucking confusing, not gonna lie”.

You turned your head and pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

“It’s okay. We’re both kind of new at this, so please don’t take it so hard. I mean, yes, think about it, analyze your feelings just know that I’ll be right there” you smiled softly,

“Thought you broke up with me ‘cause I couldn’t sort out my fucking feelings” he reminded you.

“Yeah” you let out a small laugh. “I may have been a tad wrong. I mean, you were an asshole and you did need to sort out your feelings, but... trying to understand our feelings isn’t something that just stops. I think our feelings will always change through time. I think loving me now will feel different to loving me one year from now. But as long as, above all that, it is love... we’ll be okay. I just want to keep growing together, you know?”

“You’re so fucking cheesy” Bakugou sighed, but pulled you closer to him. You grinned and pressed a kiss against his cheek.

“But you loooove me” you teased him, making Bakugou roll his eyes at you. “You know, I may have to thank Aizawa for sending you here. I must have been wrong about him hating me”

“He sent Deku. I found that green shit outside of U.A., told him to fuck off and that I would do it myself” he grunted. You laughed loudly besides him, almost dropping the thermos on your lap.

“You’re so fucking cute”

“Shut up and resume the movie, asshole”

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They Speak the Language {Tech Boy x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2181 Summary: Tech-Boy’s bad mood is starting to get to you, so you start to look for inspiration to turn it around. Notes: Contains bad language.

You knew it was a bad idea to get involved in the war between the old gods and the new. You were somewhere in the middle, along with a couple of others, who could very well tip the scales. And it wasn’t that you believed that one side was better than the other either. But one side had someone that you cared for more than the others. And that was the dangerous, marvelous, grumpy little thing that you knew as Tech-Boy. Of course you had thought that he was a bit of a douche when you met him for the first time, shortly after his emergence into the world. Everybody did. It was a part of his charm. But deep down, yeah, there was a heart there. After all, not all technology is meant to be cold. Most of it was built to help others, or to improve lives. He just took the functional part of it a little too seriously at times.

You took a lot of rides with him in his special car. Sitting in the back with him as it drove itself - or rather, one of the faceless minions drove - around the different cities. Anywhere you wanted to go, you could. New York one minute, LA the next. Technology had no bounds, no limits, and so - neither did Tech-Boy.

“Why are you wearing your shirt like that,” You scoffed once you realized what it was that he was wearing. The jacket itself was nice, but he only had the top three buttons fastened. The rest were undone, showing off the red shirt underneath. “You look like you’re preparing for a huge dinner or something. You don’t even eat. What gives?”

You poked at his thin stomach, and he shoved your arm away. He adjusted the coat so it was exactly how he liked it, the open flaps down. “It’s the new look, y/n. Not that you know anything about what’s new.”

“Wow, someone’s being fucking harsh,” You said, folding your arms around yourself. You’d grown used to his rather ... delicate temper over the years. You knew not to take offense. “What crawled in your vape and died?”

“New Media,” He grumbled. You nodded, knowing that was a pretty good reason. The bubbly but bitchy new form of Media was a pain in the ass. You preferred the old. At least she had class. And a pretty good David Bowie impersonation.

“Say no more,” You said, sinking into the interior of the seat. You made yourself comfortable as the car went. You didn’t know where you were, nor did you know where you were going. It was more so about the journey than the destination. And with this teched-out car, the journey was definitely in style. “Just don’t forget that she owes her existence to you. Without the printing press, smartphones, internet - all that you have created - she’d be nothing. Lord it over her. I do it all the time.”

“You talk about me to her?” He asked, eyebrows shooting up towards his curls.

“More like I brag about you to her,” You snorted. “Okay, she might be a bit more superior than I am in the hierarchy, I’m barely anything, but you? Bitch is kidding herself if she thinks that she’s better than you. And guess what, you like me-”

“Barely fucking tolerate-” He muttered.

“-way more than you do her, so in her stupid face.” You didn’t allow his interruption to bother your momentum. You knew that behind that hard, technological, douchebag exterior was a heart wrapped in microchips. A soft, beating heart.

“She just doesn’t have to be so fucking smug,” He said. You could still feel anger coming off of him like heat waves. You just chuckled at his attitude - he really let things get under his skin. And he tried so hard to pretend to be this big tough guy.

“Don’t worry about it,” You said, patting his knee. “You’ll be around for the rest of time, and media is just going to be a fad. Especially her kind of media. She’ll get reborn again and again, as media changes. So -- forgedd abou-it.” You attempted your best accent, trying to sound like the Italians in the movies.

“You’re fucking horrible, you know that?” He said to you. But before he turned his head, you could just make out the corner of his lips going up into a smile. You would call that a success.

“So where are we off to, today? Silicon valley to go and mess with the nerds? Seattle to go and talk to Bill Gates? Come on, hit me with something fun.”

He just shrugged in retaliation. “I don’t feel like fucking with anyone today. I just want to .... go.”

“Okay, then let’s go...” You said, eyebrows furrowed. It really didn’t feel like it was a success anymore. He was closing off from you again, and you didn’t have any other choice but to let it happen.

You drove around for hours. There wasn’t anyway to measure the time, and the windows were permanently dark so you couldn’t see if it was day or if it was night out there. It didn’t matter. You had nowhere that you had to be, nor anywhere that you would rather go. He did slowly start to open back up. He bitched a lot, but he was well known for doing that. You would be much more concerned if he suddenly started to be positive. But he was slowly getting there.

It must be hard for him. He always provided what the people wanted, and what they needed. There was a difference between the two and he gave both. But there was always so much pressure to do more. To be better. He could outdo himself on one thing, and the next day, people would be clammering for bigger and better. He never got to actually enjoy what he gave.

Even those who had helped to bring into this world, like Media, and New Media. They came from him. They wouldn’t be here without him. And yet, they also just asked for more, more, more. They took, and they took. And gave nothing in return. They claimed some of his gifts to this world. They made it all about them. Look what I can do! If you worship me, you’re worshiping yourself! Narcissism at the touch of a button! Look at this celebrity’s ass! Look at these tits! Oh, a dick pic! Look, look, look.

What a lonely existence that he must have, you thought, as you watched him take puff after puff out of his vape. You don’t really know what he did outside of these drives with you. He never talked about it - only mentioned World and Media in passing. Not what he did with them. Not how the war plans were going. He tended to keep you separate from that part of his life.

“Fuck it,” You said, leaning forward in your seat. “Pull over.”

The driver did what he, or rather it, was told, and pulled the car over to the side of the road. You didn’t even know where you were. It could have been in a field, or a dark and creepy alley, or the suburbs of Albuquerque.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tech asked, looking at you like you had suddenly gone insane.

“You’re acting like an asshole,” You said, shrugging, and opened your door. “And it’s honestly killing my vibe so... I’m going out to find it again.”

“Find your vibe? Here’s your vibe check-” He said, making a gun with his fingers and pointed it at you. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“And?” You got out of the car, and felt the cool night breeze on your face. It blew through your hair, and it felt pretty good after the staleness of the inside of the car. You looked at your surroundings, and grinned as you saw some lights not too far in the distance.

A movie theater. Absolutely perfect.

Tech-Boy slid out of the car as well, and stood in the middle of the street. His facial expression left you no doubts that he was doing this against his will. He didn’t want to be out here. “What the fuck are you doing?” He finally asked.

“Come on, you big grump,” You said, taking hold of his hand and started to pull his thin frame towards the theater. He grumbled, but he walked along. Once you were inside, you noticed that there was an arcade area, for those who came too early for the movie. “Let’s have some fun. You really seem like you need it.”

Eventually, you had him paying air-hockey. He only half-ass played until you scored on him three times in a row, and then his more competitive streak started to show. He was moving back and forth, using his striker to block off all of your attempts. And just when it seemed like you were slowing down, he went from defense to offense. The puck shot across the table and straight through the slot on your side. The table let out a clang, and added one to his score. You picked out the disk with amusement as you watched him do a little shimmy dance. His thin little hips stuck out of his designer jeans, making you chuckle.

“I’m still ahead, douche,” You said, putting the puck down and shooting it while he was distracted. He was quick though, and blocked it, sending it back your way.

You played five games, until best three out of five, which he ended up winning. You hadn’t let him either - that wouldn’t have been fair. You then went onto the motor-races, with the chairs and the steering wheels. This was also something that he was better at than you were, but you didn’t mind losing. It was seriously so good to hear him laugh. And to hear him say ‘fuck’ in joy when he won, rather than annoyance at someone else.

You got a bag of popcorn and some soda just to watch him play Pacman. “Little - color - fuckers -” He mumbled when they came too close to his circular, yellow character. Only to let out barks of laughter when he got the big pellet and was able to eat them down. “Eat my ass, losers.”

Eventually you were both thrown out due to Tech-Boys language, but you didn’t even care. You didn’t even know which city you were. The likelihood that you would come back was slim to none. You got back into the car, the good mood still going.

“Well, this has been fun,” You said, resting your head on top of Tech-Boy’s shoulder. You were starting to get tired - even some of the minor Gods needed to sleep at times. “I should probably go home though.”

“Okay,” Tech-Boy said, and with a snap of his fingers, the car started to head in that direction. The rest of the ride remained silent, but it was a comfortable silence. Once in a while, a little laugh slipped through as the energy of the night stayed with you.

Eventually it all came to an end as the car stopped outside of your place. You reluctantly took your head off of his shoulder, and got out of the car, but paused before you would close the door. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” He said with a nod, picking up his vape once more.

“Okay - bye Techie. Love you!”

He looked at you like you were crazy, then did a shooing motion to try to get you on your way. But you didn’t move.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” You questioned, leaning on the top of the door as it swayed under your weight. He curled his nose at you, and then tried to dismiss you again. But you didn’t move, just stood there grinning at him. “Not gonna leave until you say it back, big guy.”

He mumbled something under his breath. You cupped your hand around your ear. “What’s that?”

“Love you too,” He said, finally in a voice loud enough for you to hear. “You fucking freak.”

“Aww, you’re such a softie,” You grinned, sticking your tongue out between your teeth. You finally closed the door and made your way up to your place, the car idling outside until you were safely through the door. Tech-Boy held up his hand to snap his fingers, but didn’t until he saw the light in your window come on. Despite being alone, he smiled, chuckled, then finally told the car to keep on going. He might as well head home - the best part of his night was over.

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Annual Halloween 🎃 imagine: Day 4

Waiting too go too the Halloween feast with Severus but he doesn’t show up. And Remus ends up finding you.

🎃🎃🎃🎃

Damn that Severus Snape!

You spent over a hour waiting on Severus and Lily. Originally Severus was sitting beside you at your friends spot near the lake. Under a shady tree. You and Severus spent an hour reading.. well you read. Severus kept looking up every 3 minutes searching for Lily. Who was Late Again! You figured instantly she probably got tied up with James somewhere. She was all Gaga for James potter lately and it was driving Severus crazy. Which drove you crazy that he was getting jealous of James potter and not realizing you. Right there!

An hour late and Severus finally got annoyed enough at Lily that he went off too Find her. Leaving you behind. You offered too go with him but he promised he wouldn’t be long.. that was two hours ago. After 20 minutes you realized Once again Severus was Gone. He wasn’t coming back. You spent too many hours being sad about the new annoying pattern in your group of three. Lilly would hang out with you both but then soon got too busy with James and other sneaked off, or just didn’t show up. Then Severus would other be cranky and a huge grump the rest of the day or he would go off too Find Lily . Which left you alone.

You had other friends of course. But after Severus behaviour otheryou weren’t in a good enough mood too go off too hang with other friends. Most of the time you did go off and hang with other friends. But today. You were chapters finishing your book and you were rather comfy. Leaning against the tree wearing your thick jacket, gloves on your hands. You decided too read as much as possible before the Halloween Feast later. Before you knew it. It was dark out. You were using your wand too read the book.

“y/n?”

Lifting your head up seeing Remus he was walking around he’s hands in his jacket as he wore his thick griffindor scarf, the warm fall Sun was gone It was freezing as you realizing how stiff and sore your body was. Espically Cold.

“Oh hey Remus.”

“Merlin Beard what you doing out here/ why aren’t you at the Feast?”

You slowly shifted up too your feet as you rubbed your neck, “I was reading- I guess I got caught up.” He chuckled stepping over reading the title. “Pride and prejudice? This is a muggle book.” You smiled as you closed the book as you looked up at Remus him being a Griffindor and you a hufflepuff you didn’t have much contact but you were the same grade. And he was best friends with James potter. And out of the four of them. He seemed the nicest.

“Yea- my dad.. he owns a muggle Book store. He sends me a classic a month too make sure I keep up with my muggle fictional studies. Mom’s a writer. It’s- very important too them I read the classics.”

“How is it?”

“perfection might be the right word- what time is it?”

“Late -the Feast is half over. You look frozen. Let’s go inside.. here!’ He reached up taking his scarf from his neck wrapping it around your neck as he spoke, “where is Severus?”

You smiled touching the warm scarf as you smiled looking up at Remus he was a inch taller then you as you shook your head, “last I saw he was searching for Lilly.”

“she’s with James- what time did Severus leave you alone?”

“I was less then half way Thur the book.. so a few hours.. I’m a slow reader..”

“that jackass.”

You didn’t disagree you figured he would come back. And be a grump but he didn’t. Getting into the great hall everyone was cheering and laughing feeling the heat you instantly realized how frozen you were. Remus lead you too his table as you sat down as he got you a butterbeer and took his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders. As he sat down looking at you. “Why didn’t you come inside sooner?”

“the book was soo good- I didn’t realize.. it’s I’m fine really!”

He reached over fixing his jacket too make sure it stayed on you as he shook his head, “your cold too the touch Y/n. You shouldn’t be alone so close too the forbidden forest.”

“I’m not a idiot Remus I had my wand.” He sighed heavily sitting down pinching his nose as you reached over grabbing some chocolate you turned too him giving him some as you spoke, ‘everything is better with a bit of chocolate it helps.’ He smiled weakly as you took some of your drink.

“you deserve better you know.”

That caught you off guard as you looked back at Remus it’s been a few minutes of you just sitting quietly eating everyone was giving you both distant as he ate as he spoke up. It startled you as you smiled, “what you mean?”

“Severus- you deserve better than that!”

“I’m not dating Severus- he’s took mixed up with Lily too notice anyone else but her.”

“I know- I watch you – watch him. While he watches Lily.”

Feeling your heart tense up he spoke up, “what’s your book about?”

Severus noticed you across the great hall bundled up you were off a bit from everyone as Remus was sitting close too you as you both ate and asked about something. Severus spent most of the feast looking over at Lily as she talked too James. And Sirius and Peter. He didn’t notice you until you laughed. It was loud as you covered your mouth quick as Remus laughed at your outburst as you both laughed. What is she doing? Severus thought he got up fast. Seeing you bundled up as he stormed over too you. Remus noticed him first as he spoke, “Oh Serveus hey.”

You turned seeing your best friend. Severus was stunned seeing you wearing two coats, wearing your fingerless gloves and a griffindor scarf. The scarf surprised him. It was a tradition for other houses too exchange scarfs with another person If they were courting so seeing you wearing Remus scarf he boiled up angry, “what is this?”

You finished your piece of roast beef that wa sin your mouth before you answered.

“Nothing were having dinner.”

Remus noticed Severus was staring at his scarf as he tried too calm the situation with the truth. “I found Y/N by the lake shivering like the whomping willow. She’s frozen- I offered my gear too warm up.”

Severus’s eyes narrowed at you as you nodded your head, “it’s true- I was waiting for you acturally..”

You were going too let it go- because you were so focused on your book that you barely noticed. But seeing Severus storming over here and being A Jerk for No reason. You decided too Not let him off the hook.

Severus stepped back stunned as he realized he promised too come back. He just stormed off and decided too study after seeing Lily was wrapped around James. He completely forgot about you. You looked at Severus. It was like a twig snapping. Looking up at Severus seeing him standin there. Your enchantment for him. Your crush. Was gone. He ruined it. He had so many chances too be with you and he just kept messing up. So you stood up holding Remus jacket tightly too yourself your body was still frozen the sip of buttterbeer hasn’t warmed you up yet.

“Remus is being kind and Great! What is your problem!”

“Y/N… I’m sorry I-“

“forgot about me again- you know what IM not okay with being forgotten or ingored! I deserve better Severus- No I demand Better because I’m a damn good friend!”

“I’m- I’m so sorry.. lets just eat dinner okay and- give back Remus scarf.” You looked down seeing the scarf the only warm thing on you was your neck. It clicked why he kept staring down at you. He was annoyed Remus lent you his scarf. You rolled your eyes. Boys are Idiots! You turned too Remus as you spoke, ‘thank you for coming for me and bringing me inside Remus. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded his head as you gave him over his jacket and his scarf. You grabbed your drink getting up as he spoke, “I’ll see you tomorrow- Hey Y/N?”

“Yea?”

“Can I give this back too you soon?” You smiled brightly hearing that your cheeks blushed a deep Red Severus grabbed your arms pulling you away as you quickly pushed away from Severus, “I would love that. Do you want too study tomorrow?” He smiled nodding his head as you smiled saying great.

Severus tried pulling you away too go over too his table but you pushed away from h I’m. “I’m Going someplace you cant follow Severus!”

“where?”

“too my house! You’re a Massive Jerk- and Lil is over there!”

Storming off you wanted too be mad at Severus but your thoughts were only on Remus.

#fandom imagine #imagine #remus lupin #young remus imagine #halloween imagine #annual halloween imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagine #remus lupin imagine

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victoriareyloficlists · 3 years

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4 February 2021 Additions to Reylo Holidays

These fics have been added to the Holiday list located here.

Christmas

Fight, Flight, or F____ by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey gets a dildo advent calendar for office secret santa. Ben is absolutely panicking, his chance with the cute girl is absolutely toast. Poe would be mad that Ben took the wrong wrapped gift from the counter this morning but he can always buy Finn a new one and this is hilarious.) The Sweater Curse in Reverse by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Ben are roommates. He stresses a bit when Rey starts acting strange, she gives him intense looks while she's crocheting at night and gives him lingering hugs when she comes home to dinner made. Ben fears the worst but soon finds out his roommate is up to something.) Sugar On My Tongue by allstoriesintheend (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, 6 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: AU where Rey is a florist in a small town and Ben owns a bakery in the same town. They always work together for special occasions, especially weddings. Everyone in town knows they’re in love but them.) Home for the Holidays by LarirenShadow (AO3 2016 Rated T Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Kylo Ren, in a moment of weakness, tells his mother he'll be home for Christmas and will bring his girlfriend. Problem is he doesn't have one. Enter Rey, his grad assistant. He makes a deal with her so she'll be his girlfriend for the trip home.) Brand New Bag by DhampirsDrinkEspresso (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey doesn't get along with her co-worker Ben...a co-worker who is almost Rey's ideal man and also happens to be the son of her matchmaking boss. When Rey needs help with a children's Christmas party, Ben is sent to save the day-whether he and Rey like it or not.) christmas in the city. by pyroallerdyce (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben meets Rey in a grocery store, offers to give her a ride home, and they discover they live on the same floor in the same building. They find out they have other things in common too, and maybe there is a future between the two of them.) A Reylo Christmas by Biekewieke (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 8 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: So when Leia Organa asks her Personal Assistant Rey to join her on a family vacation in Mon Torri for the holidays and highlights a big bonus, what is she to do? Only catch... Leia's son is coming along... Ben Solo is the enfant terrible of the family. Broody, sullen and with a huge chip on his shoulder, the young man is notoriously difficult.) Let's Meet Under the Mistletoe by GreyForceUser (ReyandKyloforever) (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 7 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey Johnson and Ben Solo do not get along. Their first meeting was less than impressive. A change in circumstances forces Rey and Ben to work together to stage a huge black-tie Christmas party in a ridiculously short period of time. Only time will tell if they can stand each other long enough to pull it off or if the whole thing will crash and burn.) Silent Night by avidvampirehunter (AO3 2019 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo, one of the higher-ups at First Order Insurance, has spent roughly one year dreading the inevitable—falling for Rey Kenobi, one of his most mysterious and alluring employees. Little does he know that Rey herself has been fighting the same temptations, nor that she may be losing the will to even try. When he ends up drawing her name for the annual Secret Santa gift exchange, the merciless hand of fate pushes them together through the storm raging outside—and in their hearts.) Merry (Fuzzy) and Bright by JaneNightwork (AO3 2019 Rated M Complete, 25 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: One night Ben finds a dog abandoned on his doorstep. She's cold, scared, and pregnant. Ben takes her to a nearby vet clinic and meets the beautiful veterinarian Rey, who promises to help him be the best caregiver the dog and her puppies could ask for. Throughout the holiday season Ben and Rey fall in love with the puppies and, of course, each other.) daylight by sparklylulz (sparklyulz) (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Coffee shop employee Rey has a run in with one of the difficult professors. Thus starts a very turbulent friendship until Ben needs a fake date to go with him to see his parents, the first time he's seen his parents in a while.) The Trail Bride by SecretReyloTrash (BadOldWest) (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 47 Chapters, Historical AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey Niima finds herself in a perilous situation when her husband dies at the start of their journey West. From the few bachelors on the trail in her party; she attaches herself to the best of her options. That option is the mysterious Banker Ben Solo.) Something About November Chapter 18 by SpaceWaffleHouseTM (AO3 2019 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Ben's adopted daughter finds a box of love letters he wrote and never sent, she decides she wants him happy for Christmas. With help from her Aunt Gwen, she sends her the letters.) The Fake Boyfriend Problem by INTPSlytherin_reylove97 (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rose accidently tells her parents her roommate Rey was bringing her boyfriend for Christmas, instead of telling them she was bringing her own boyfriend Finn, the girls run into an interesting problem.) How to Keep Christmas by JaneNightwork (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, 26 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Ben have had feelings for each other since she began teaching at Chandrila Elementary School earlier that year, but neither knows their affection is mutual. Rey plans to use the the Christmas season––her favorite time of year––as an excuse to spend more time with Ben, and to find a way to tell him how she feels. But can she convince the Grinch-ish Ben to enjoy Christmas with her? Equally important: will her friends Finn, Poe, and Rose be able to stop themselves from matchmaking and meddling and general mischief?) Twas the night before Sithmas... by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo is alone...and he likes it that way. What more does he need on Christmas eve? He has his whiskey and his bitterness to keep him warm. But Christmas magic can do wonderful things, and a visit from a mystical being throws Ben into a world very different from the one he knew. A world were he is married to the love of his life, he is close to his family and a little boy with dark eyes calls him Daddy. But is it all a dream? Or will Ben really get everything he has ever wanted this Christmas?) Blame it on the Mistletoe by deedreamer, HopelesslyReylo (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey Wilson doesn’t necessarily hate Christmas, it’s just that she’s never really enjoyed it. It’s too over the top, too full of the same repetitive music and consumerism. That’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy some things about the holiday... So when her new boss —and secret crush— Ben Solo catches her singing in her office, she lies to avoid looking like a grinch. Now she’s agreed to spend the holiday with him and his over-the-top Christmas fanatic family.) Crash my Bandicoot by KyloTrashForever (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben has lived next door to Rey for ten years now, and he’s been in love with her for most of them. A Christmas break with no one but themselves for company leaves a lot of time for Crash Bandicoot sessions... among other things.) Valentine’s Day

Love's Mystery by Hartmannclan (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, 14 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo only needs one lady in his life; his daughter, Hope. So he is surprised to find himself intrigued by the masked woman who just spilled a drink down the front of his costume. Maybe this year the company Valentine's day dance won't be so boring after all? And what happens when he has to leave suddenly.....) No Chance, No Way by AttackoftheDarkCurses (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 7 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Just as Rey's decided to give up on love, she gets partnered to co-write Valentine's themed articles with the office grump, who... maybe isn't such a grump.) Valentine's Day by PropertyOfThaJoker (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: The cat immediately came to Rey, who immediately held it. “He can’t be more than five weeks old, Ben. He’s a baby. It’s cold out here – he’ll freeze to death. We have to take him home.”) How Much Can Kylo Ren Endure This Christmas by reylology (AO3 2017 Rated M Complete, 10 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: As the CEO of the number one commercial enterprise in New York City, Kylo Ren would think that bringing home a girl for his parents to meet should be the least of his concerns. But when a phone call with his mother takes an absurd, aggravating turn, he finds himself shoved headfirst into a lie. Desperate to prove his parents wrong, Kylo would do anything in order to see the shocked looks on their faces. Even if it means seeking help from the random girl that had just walked into his office for a job interview.) The Best Medicine by Cecilia1204 (AO3 2019 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Being stuck in hospital for Christmas was enough to make Ben Solo feel really down in the dumps. That is, until he meets two angels in the form of Rey and her amazing cat.) Halloween

Closet Encounters Of The Thirsty Kind by ReyloBrit (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey dislikes Ben. Ben dislikes Rey. Funny, then, that people keep thinking they've come to this party together, and unfortunate that when cops raid the party, there's only one place to hide. And it's such a cramped and confined place too.) Anything to Win by Erulisse17 (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey hates losing. She hates losing almost more than she loves winning. Which is why she's in the ridiculous position of asking Kylo Ren, the very person who keeps beating her at the singles costume contest, to team up with her to dominate the couples contest and trounce Phasma and Hux once and for all. Working with Kylo is a necessary evil, but really, she'd do anything to win. Anything! Unless... it's falling in love.) Thanksgiving

Trouble for Thanksgiving by Biekewieke (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 40 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey Kenobi's temporary work visa is about to expire. She needs her boss' signature on her renewal application to get the extension she desperately wants and needs. Only her boss, the infamous Ben Solo, is an asshole. He's notoriously difficult and she knows this firsthand. Nevertheless, she needs his signature on those papers if she wants to avoid being deported by the end of the year... So when Rey tells her about her looming deportation, he finds a way to bend the situation to suit his own needs. Except, for the first time in his adult life, things don't go exactly as planned when he takes her home for the holidays...) I Wanna Hold Your Hand by SageMcMae (AO3 2019 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: To escape Thanksgiving dinner with his mother, author Ben Solo travels to Verona, and hides away in his publisher’s villa. While wandering the city, he discovers Casa di Giulietta and the statue contained within. Some believe touching her will bring you luck in love. Others believe that when her soulmate touches her, she will come to life. Ben doesn’t believe in any of it. Until an accidental brush of his hand results in an empty statue podium and him catching a very confused, very irritated woman in his arms.)

#reylo #reylo fanfic

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onewfantaesy · 3 years

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Found Father AU

It’s in the first few weeks of having Taemin at home that Jinki realizes that while yes, Taemin is just a couple months shy of his thirteenth birthday, he’s still just a child. It’s when Jinki walks up behind the couch to see what Taemin has turned on Disney Plus (after being excited beyond belief that Jinki even had an account in the first place and of course had a profile all set up for his new adopted son).

Because Taemin is watching a Pooh Bear something-or-other. And he’s lying down on the couch cuddled up under a blanket, and he’s totally absorbed in the cartoon.

“Will you watch it with me?” Taemin asks softly, looking up at Jinki from beneath the blanket cocoon, he’s eyes looking impossibly big.

Jinki opens his mouth and closes it a couple times, then just moves around the couch to sit with Taemin. And Taemin, despite still being somewhat shy, wastes no time in curling up close to Jinki.

“So you like Pooh Bear?”

“He’s my favorite,” Taemin whispers. “And Eeyore. And Tigger. But mostly Pooh.”

When Pooh ends up stuck in a honey pot, Taemin giggles and giggles and giggles, and Jinki just chuckles along too. It’s sweet, seeing how happy the silly old bear makes him.

“I think if I was Christopher Robin,” Taemin starts after a while, “that you would be my Winnie the Pooh.”

“Oh really?” Jinki asks, a big grin on his face. “And would you bring me honey every day?”

“Every day.”

Jinki chuckles more and holds Taemin close.

“And Uncle Minho would be Tigger.”

It makes Jinki laugh loudly, and he huddles over to smile at Taemin, who’s still smiling and giggling right back.

“And just who would Uncle Kibum be?” Jinki dares to ask.

“Rabbit.” Jinki hugs Taemin and laughs more, especially when he follows up with, “Or maybe Owl. Since he’s such a know-it-all too.”

“You’re so mean to Uncle Kibum.”

“But it’s funny when I do it,” Taemin challenges, a smirk on his face.

They go to a weekly dinner at Kibum and Minho’s apartment that Friday, and Jinki brings up the Pooh Bear thing. Taemin only blushes just a bit, but he does smirk and laugh obnoxiously when Kibum gets offended over being Rabbit or Owl.

“Well I don’t think our Taeminnie would be Christopher Robin,” Kibum scoffs, sitting back in his chair.

“Then just who would I be?” Taemin scoffs right back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Easy. Roo.”

“I’m not a baby!”

“Or would you rather be Piglet?”

“I am not Piglet!” Taemin whines. Then he turns to Jinki and says, “Tell him I’m not Piglet!”

“It’s okay,” Jinki humors him, and he puts an arm around Taemin’s shoulders. “You can still be Christopher Robin.”

Taemin pouts the entire rest of the night, but mainly because Kibum keeps teasing him about being Roo and Piglet.

“Or maybe you can be Eeyore since you’re such a grump,” Kibum teases him, patting his head after putting a piece of cake down in front of him. “Why don’t you eat your cake and stop being so grumpy.”

Taemin takes a huge forkful of cake and frowns even as he chews it.

When Taemin’s thirteenth birthday rolls around and Kibum and Minho give him a Pooh Bear blanket along with the rest of his gifts, he tries to pretend like he’s too old for it and that only babies would want a Pooh Bear blanket. Kibum and Minho know he likes it though, that he’s just being a difficult little teenager.

Jinki also assures them that Taemin loves it by constantly sending them pictures of Taemin curled up on the couch his new favorite blanket - the Winnie the Pooh blanket. Kibum eventually frames one and keeps it front and center for Taemin to see when they come over for dinner one weekend. Taemin pouts and frowns and huffs and scoffs and acts like all teenagery about it, insisting that it’s just cold on the couch and he just needs any old blanket. Kibum and Minho know it’s all an act.

#taemin #onew #key #minho #shinee #found father au #i'm watching a pooh bear christmas thing on disney plus and it's too cute i had to incorporate it #also bc taemin in this au had to have a favorite childhood cartoon #i haven't quite figured out all of taemin's background yet but it's sad that's for sure #so winnie the pooh is that one little bit of happiness he has from his childhood that he really clings to

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tobirama-says-fuck-the-uchihas · 4 years

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Hashirama & Tobirama With a Little Sister Headcanons

HASHIRAMA

( as children )

♡ butsuma was never really a good father. he was constantly pushing his children into war one way or the other, so i headcanon him as being, to put it bluntly, a very abusive father.

♡ i imagine butsuma being absolutely infuriated when he finds out that his youngest child is a girl

♡ "what am i going to do with this? she won't ever be as strong as my sons!"

♡ with this being mentioned, hashi and tobi's little sister grows up constantly being called a 'total misfire'

♡ so, with that in mind...

♡ get ready for a whole lot of UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

♡ GOD, hashi just loves her SO MUCH

♡ when she was little, hashirama would play with her in her room like, all the time. no buts. all the time.

♡ "wanna play with the blocks? you want the green one? here you go!! i love you so much!!!"

♡ he can't believe he has a little sister! three brothers it took to get him here and now all he wants is to play with her constantly

♡ when kawarama and itama become fatalities to the uchiha clan, hashirama has a newfound drive to protect his youngest sibling. he vows to never, ever let anything happen to her, may god help him.

♡ stands up for her against their father. butsuma is furious, but hashi's little sister never forgets that. hashi made a vow to protect her, and that's exactly what he's gonna do.

♡ whenever she has nightmares, he's always there to comfort her, no matter what. if he has a curfew and has to be in his room and stay in there at a certain time, he'll sneak out and crawl through the halls just to get to her room. #goodfam

♡ during the colder months he likes to wrap a long scarf around his sister and throw one of the ends over her head, just for shits and giggles

♡ she doesn't mind, she's giggling too

( as teenagers )

♡ when things get a little more rocky in their lives now that hashirama is older, he finds he doesn't have enough time for his baby sister anymore. right around the corner he'll be in his twenties, and his baby sister is still only barely past the age of ten. now that he's much more stronger and able to provide more for his family, he's willing to do anything it takes, even if it means he won't always physically be there for his sister.

♡ when butsuma passes away and hashirama becomes the head of the senju clan, there's a lot of strain on him, but he manages to pull through

♡ his baby sister is always getting noogies or having her hair ruffled by him

♡ once she was complaining about her hair getting too long and how she didn't like it, so hashi sat her down and cut her hair for her. he was like "OMG KSJGFSHGBJRGH IM GONNA CUT YOUR HAIR ARE YOU READY? im not the best at cutting hair. like, TERRIBLE. im TERRIBLE at it. but i hope it'll look good on u!! cus ur so cute!! look at those squishy cheeks!!!!"

♡ his little sister is like "uhh, on second thought???"

♡ he does a terrible job

♡ he cuts it at about a few inches above her shoulders but it's so UNEVEN

♡ he tried his best

♡ she cries because it looks so bad but can't get mad at poor hashi

♡ his little sister enjoys practicing being a homemaker before fighting other clans, so that's what she does. while hashi and tobi are out, she stays at home and sweeps, scrubs the floors on her hands and knees, does the dishes, washes the laundry as best she can, etc

♡ by the time hashi and tobi get home she's fallen asleep on the floor

♡ "HEY (NAME) WANNA HEAR ABOUT THIS CRAZY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY"

♡ when she woke up nothing went well.

♡ if his little sister wants to dabble in some medical ninjutsu, hashi complies immediately. 3 seconds after the words are out of her mouth hashi is dashing out of the house towards the medical quarters to see if he can find a nurse nin to teach his lil sis

♡ oh, btw, lots of "sis"'s

♡ and hugs

♡ and cheek kisses

♡ he can't resist he loves his baby sister SO much. like, 100/10 would fr die for her

TOBIRAMA

( as children )

♡ he comes off as a bit cold and distant sometimes, but he really does care about his little sister, especially after itama and kawarama.

♡ whenever she'd come up to him wanting to play he shrugged her off and made her cry quite a handful of times, but every time he'd cringe at her sniffling and would be guilt-tripped into stacking blocks with her or some shit like that lmfao

♡ tobi definitely would not go to hashirama's level of affection for their little sister. it's just... it's just kinda nasty to him

♡ he hates the idea of receiving such affection and wouldn't "obsessively" kiss or hug his baby sister like SOMEONE he knows

♡ although once in a while he'll lay a hand on the top of her head

♡ she doesn't really know what's happening but he takes it off after .2 seconds

♡ he just aint that kinda brutha

♡ one time his sister started uncontrollably crying in the garden outside of their house and when he came to see what was wrong she pointed at a dead lizard on the ground and "i stepped on him!" poor babey

♡ tobirama honestly doesn't see how that's a problem. big deal, how many, i dunno, ants has he stepped on before? he never cried about that. he just cant understand what the big deal is. it's a lizard. there's billions of them.

♡ "so what? he was bound to be caught by a bird sometime or the other."

♡ in which the crying ensues, again, and tobirama begrudgingly places a hand on his sister's shoulder in some way to console her, but that's the best he can do. if his sister jumps at him while she's crying for comfort, he may lay a hand on the back of her neck while cries on him. that's it though

( as teenagers )

♡ when he's in his late teens, he's constantly out of the house preparing battle strategies just in case. he's virtually never at home except for when he gets off from his strategizing earlier than normal. when he's out late, he doesn't come home till past midnight probably or he'll be pulling an all-nighter. it's just who he is, and battle strategizing in case of a uchiha attack is necessary. someone's gotta do it

♡ now that his sister is older, she now has a bit of knowledge in the kitchen, and sometimes makes a little, small snack for her brother if he gets home late. it's not much, but it's the best she can do. probably something like a little tiny cupcake or a small dish of sliced fruit for him

♡ he appreciates it, but will never ever say that to her. his pride wouldn't be able to take it, showing thanks to a little girl when at the very least it should be him cooking for her. but we all know he doesn't have time for that

♡ once hashirama switched around the salt and sugar jars by accident since he just. he just doesn't know anything that goes on in the kitchen. it was a mistake. their little sister decided to make a little treat for tobirama when he got home, and she put salt in the cupcake instead of sugar. made it all nice and as neat as an eleven-year-old could, even put only a very small amount of icing on the top, just how tobi likes it

♡ when tobi got home he found it sitting out on the kotatsu in the dining room and decided to take only a bite before getting ready for a much-needed hot bath

♡ and promptly spat it out on the floor

♡ he was SO angry. ???????? like??????? did she do this on purpose??? was she messing with him?? was she angry that tobirama couldn't stay home the other night to eat dinner with her???? she knew that he had a busy schedule, so her giving him this garbage was unacceptable and selfish

♡ he's just a big grump

♡ when he confronts her about it the next day, shes like ??????? huh??? i didn't put salt in the food, get your mouth checked

♡ and then hashirama, amidst the loud arguing, is rubbing his neck like ...... hey guys, i have a confession to make

♡ when konoha is formed, tobirama is old enough to have his own home, and hashirama is arranged for a marriage with a woman named mito uzumaki. so tobirama moves out, and brings his little sister with him

♡ she runs the house while he's out being hashi's right-hand-man and whatnot

♡ y'know, slaving away, but now, thanks to hashi, pretty good at medical ninjutsu

♡ now that they're living alone together, tobirama has a bit more time for her. when he's free, he takes his sister out to a secluded spot to practice battle moves with her, pretty much trying to show her everything he knows, as much as he can. if his sister has an affinity for water like him, then all the more convenient. this gives him a much larger platform to teach her on

♡ she lowkey hates his style of teaching though

♡ "i can't be hitting you that hard" headass

♡ tobi she's like, thirteen, with barely any battle experience. you're a grown adult male whom has literally wasted some people, including that spikey-haired angry man's brother, ok

#hashirama #hashirama senju #tobirama #tobirama senju #hashirama x reader #hashirama senju x reader #tobirama x reader #tobirama senju x reader #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto headcanons #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden headcanons #founders trio #founders trio headcanons #naruto scenarios #naruto shippuden scenarios #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden imagines

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ithinkthereforiamfandom · 4 years

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A thank you to @sherlockedcarmilla for being my 1st follower, I hit 200 followers and promised 2000 words. Johnlock Fluff with the prompt “Case and John getting hurt and John realising Sherlock loves him so fucking much” as requested. (No Mary, Johnlock)

John cursed every time Sherlock’s phone went off, he had only been Alive again for two months and was still recovering but if John were honest with himself … Sherlock was well enough to work again but he just didn’t want the man out of 221B yet. Loosing him had made John realise that he loved him but conquering the network had made Sherlock feel immortal and the idiot had been practically floating since John moved back in. He had started taking every case available since he’d been given John’s begrudging okay over the weekend.

Now it was only Thursday and John was fed up with the notifications of texts from Greg, at least that pornographic sigh had died with his previous phone but still! So they went on cases and while most of NSY were leery of working with a ghost at least Greg had been excited to have the genius back.

…

The case was boring and would have been a two before the fall but with John at his back Sherlock would chase down every tiresome art thief in London, just to hear the steady pounding steps behind him. John had moved back in and Sherlock was ecstatic, he had London, and the work, and John Watson. He had won!

So when a shot rang out and John tumbled to the ground with a cut off gasp behind him, Sherlock realised that those who won had something to loose. The noise played in his mind palace for days.

…

John had been cursing as he ran, cursing thieves, and his foolish heart, and those lovely, Lovely long legs beneath Sherlock as they carried him further away. Too fast. John accelerated around the corner to keep up, which is why he was hit in the arm and not his spine.

The shooter had seen him shift and led their target incorrectly… John only found this out days after the blazing pain knocked him sideways and crashing his head into a dumpster plunging him into darkness.

For three days.

He knew he was in a hospital, that he’d been shot in the bloody arm and that Sherlock was there. He had drifted closer to the surface at times, mostly when he had been transported from the NHS clinic to some fancy private place. Sherlock had been scolding him quietly all the way there but John had been unable to tell him to stop fussing.

He knew that he was in trouble with Sherlock but he was mostly unconscious so everyone else had to deal with the genius’ anxiety and if he could feel the rest of his body he might have smiled at the tyrannical mother-hen his flatmate had become. Three days was a long time to do nothing but sleep and when he was aware all he could do was lie there and listen, and think.

“John, this really is unnecessary of you, dramatic really. It’s a through and through, you had far worse Soldier but you had to go and hit your dead on a bloody dumpster, John Really!” Like the faux par of maiming his head on a common garbage dumpster was his greatest sin. John drifted off again smelling over brewed tea with too much sugar.

“John, please. Come back. I know I left you but it was for a good reason and this is just unfair of you.” There was an honest to god sniff and John felt his heart clench. The kick was too small for the monitors to see but Sherlock seemed to observe it and cold fingers tightened around his hand… had Sherlock been holding it this whole time?

An argument woke him fully on the third morning. It seems Greg had arrived to lay down the law that three days was too long with no proper food, decent sleep, or a shower. “He’s supposed to wake up!” “Sherlock, you said yourself he’s been stirring so you should head home, eat, rest, wash. Cause when he wakes up you’ll be busy. You’re a bit of a mess mate, it’s not going to impress him.”

John could hear the tap of dress shoes as Sherlock paced. “I’m not trying to impress John, he already thinks I’m impressive. I just want him to come back.” Sherlock’s voice sounded tight. “He will Sunshine. When he’s ready you’ll have him back okay? Now an hour or three is all I’m saying.” There was a thump as Greg wrapped an arm around Sherlock’s shoulders and the pacing taps stopped for a few seconds. John cracked his eye open and saw a long blur shifting swiftly from the door to the sink at the opposite wall.

This place must be swanky if Sherlock can take that many strides to cross the room. In his drug addled state he was reminded of his Mum, when his Dad had been sick in hospital. Mum had paced like that and explained, at John & Harry’s pale looks, that she loved Dad and was worried about him. Sherlock paced, looking at the bed but not observing so John had a few repetitions to watch Sherlock Holmes pace, and love him.

“John!” “At last" Greg looked almost as relieved as Sherlock, who dashed to his bedside and sank into a well worn looking chair. The same long cold fingers he remembered tightened around his hand, the action was so smooth he knew that Sherlock hadn’t left his side, or let go for the last three days. He intended to say I love you but the words got stuck in his throat and the coughing drew a small flurry of medical staff.

It was nearing the end of the mandatory coherency test that John realised that Sherlock wasn’t stapled to his bedside anymore. The initial rush of medical staff had died down and it was just himself and the beleaguered doctor who had been assigned to him, and by apparent extension also to Sherlock, who had set himself against the wall near the sink and not said a word for almost thirty minutes.

…

John was awake, he was alive, seemed to have a touch of retrograde amnesia but everyone seemed very happy with his condition…could Sherlock have him back now? John was trying not to stare at him but after looking hopelessly lost for a few seconds had spotted Sherlock and seemed to just start winding himself up.

He waited until the end of all the medical stuff and slipped into his chair nudging past the doctor who was finalizing John’s file. A strong hand clamped down on his fingers and John squeezed his hand tightly. “You didn’t let go did you, while I was out.” John spoke quietly despite the doctor already having left. “It’s like my hand remembers yours.”

Pink touched scruffy cheeks and Sherlock felt his own face flush in response “No, I didn’t, couldn’t, not until you woke up John.” “You won’t now will you? Please?” Sherlock tried and failed to hide his pleased smile as their hands slipped into place. “No John, I won’t let go. I was so glad when you returned to me, uh, to 221B. Mrs Hudson had been beside herself after…”

…

The silence could almost kill him but John knew what he meant, he had initially refused to return to the flat. Angry and hurt at being lied to and left behind but the beautiful idiot had looked so forlorn whenever he visited and left. Mrs Hudson was far from beside herself as she had actually been instrumental in his return. Prepping his room and quietly getting his favourite tea in.

All the little things where there to point to his coming back but John had still been faced with a shocked Sherlock when he arrived with his bags. Now he was going home again and now he Knew why. Why Sherlock fussed and hovered… he loved him.

… three days home from the hospital…

John’s heart had been pitter-pattering for days now and he felt like a teenager but nothing seemed to have changed for Sherlock who was still all Sherlocky and it was driving John to distraction. He wanted to yell that he loved Sherlock back but there was just no space for the revelation when their routine had simply continued.

Discontented and thoroughly lovesick John was sighing to himself when a hand smacked the back of his chair. He jumped to see a highly perturbed Martha Hudson staring at him. “Tell him! John Watson you tell that man you love him. You’ve been sighing and grumping about this place by turns for days! Poor Sherlock is at the Shops! Buying dinner because he’s worried about you.” Her gentle fingers stroked his temple, his mum had used to do that to him. “Doesn’t he deserve to know Dearie?”

Moments later there were careful feet on the stairs and a rustle of bags on the kitchen table revealed a pile of produce making it’s way into the fridge. “I wasn’t sure what you would want John, so I…” “bought all of it?” “Yes well. Overkill is under-rated.” John took Sherlock’s hand off the aubergines and led him to the lounge.

“You. I want you Sherlock.” Colour bloomed across pale skin. “because I love you and I think you love me too don’t you?” John’s heart froze because he didn’t expect the collapse but Sherlock sat down like he’d been struck over the head and thank god he had been near his chair. “Yes, well yes John I do love you.” His eyes flickered from the grocery bags to John’s face. “The hospital Sherlock, I figured it out in the hospital but you can do the shopping whenever you like.”

John grinned and found himself climbing onto Sherlock’s lap. Hands settled on his back before moving slowly over his hips, thighs and grazing his bum. Huge hands John thought to himself and they felt so good as the cycle of exploratory touching repeated. Sherlock kept touching him like he couldn’t believe John was real. “Love you.” John whispered and leaned in to kiss that perfect mouth.

The reaction was electric, there was a slow groan, and exhale that seemed to come from Sherlock’s gut as the wondering hands settled over his butt, squeezing. One hand stayed in place blatantly possessive and the other wrapped around John’s head cradling his jaw and ruffling fingers through his hair. Sherlock kissed like he did everything else, completely. He drew John’s tongue out with his own and shifted to push his body against John’s weight in his lap.

John was debating between staying in the lounge for some frottage on the floor or pulling his blushing madman to a bedroom when the question was resolved for him. Hard muscles bunched in Sherlock’s body as he stood, lifting John with him. “Oi!” John was a bit startled but got a surprisingly firm “Hush!” and another kiss shut him up.

…

Sherlock finally had John in his arms and he was not letting go, it felt too good. The weight of him and the shift of his muscles made Sherlock pick up his pace. His bed, his John, he wanted to get started asap before he could wake up from this marvellous dream! He was tugging frantically at an ugly jumper when a smooth rush of motion put him on his back.

“Slow down, slowly Lock, we have time.” Sandy grey mixed into dark curls as John pressed his forehead to the whirling mind underneath. “I’m not going anywhere, okay. I finally have you, and you have me now. Let’s enjoy this okay.” John’s hands undressed him quite pleasantly so he decided to let John finish before he grabbed the bottom hem of boring beige and pulled.

…

Sherlock naked looked like a statue, a bit battered but so Lovely. John’s shirt came off and instinct hid his softened belly behind his hands. “No.” A velvet baritone demanded and agile hands pulled his own away. Long arms wrapped around him and Sherlock flipped them over again. “No John, I want to see all of you.” Those amazing eyes stared down at him and john subsided, melted rather into the mattress.

Slowly, John wanted to do things slowly and for them to enjoy each other so Sherlock enjoyed slowly undressing his John. It felt like Christmas! Unwrapping the present he had been watching patiently under the tree. Tan lines, and scars, and birth marks, Gifts! All of John just for him. Then John’s hands ghosted over the scars on his shoulders and the world froze as shame and a hideous vulnerability flooded through him.

…

Scars, there were scars on Sherlock’s back. John was exploring too, but it felt like walking through an art gallery. Every beautiful painting he had ever seen faded in comparison to the loveliness and strength above him. Sherlock had stopped moving, and breathing, and John stared in horror as water filled his lover’s eyes. “Sherlock? You’re lovely. My LovelyLove. I know, it’s fine. Stay with me.” John whispered quickly into a blood red ear and kissed shaking lips. The response was immediate.

…

John! John had kissed him, scars and all. He leaned down and deepened the kiss. Something had snapped in that moment and he couldn’t figure out if something had broken or snapped into place. But John was with him and everything else fell away as the sun's light faded from the curtains.

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seanfalco · 4 years

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A Perfect Proposal

Fandom: The Witcher Punk!AU Pairing: Valdo Marx x oc (Aevryn Swift) Word Count: 2810 Rating: T Taglist: @ficsandcatsandficsandcats @nevadawolfe @magic-multicolored-miracle

a/n: here it is, the Valdryn proposal (ofc i would write the proposal scene after writing the wedding, ah well)

“Are you ready for the trip tomorrow?” Valdo asked as he walked into the bedroom, toweling off his damp curls, pausing to let his gaze sweep over his girlfriend on the bed. Aevryn looked up from her phone as he entered; lounging against her pillows, bare legs tucked up under her and head propped up in her hand as their little french bulldog, Romeo curled up against her side.

“What?” she gasped sarcastically, “we’re going on a trip? But I haven’t even packed yet!”

“Oh, very funny Swift,” Valdo replied, balling up the sodden towel before tossing it at her and missing -- the towel landing instead on Romeo. The puppy gave an affronted yip before jumping off the bed and padding away, probably to his own doggy bed, where there was less danger of projectiles.

“Hey!” Aev whined, chucking the towel back at Valdo. “Look what you did, you made him leave me!” Reaching out in the direction their dog had ran off in, she called after him dramatically. “Romeo! Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo?”

Flopping down on the bed next to her, Valdo pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her laughing lips.

“Your Romeo’s right here, Juliet” he purred; the water from his hair dripping down her cheek.

“Mmm, so you are” she murmured, the words muffled as she kissed him back, snaking her arms around his bare shoulders and tangling her legs with his; relishing the feel of his silken pyjama pants on her smooth legs.

“Of course I’m ready for our trip tomorrow,” she said after they’d settled, resting her forehead against his. “It’s not like you didn’t remind me about twenty times already today.”

As he pulled back to look at her Valdo grinned sheepishly before his gaze dropped and he frowned slightly.

“Is that my shirt?” he asked, suddenly recognizing it.

“Nooo…?” Aev replied slowly, shrinking back in his arms while fighting to keep from grinning, and failing spectacularly.

Valdo snorted in amusement, his green eyes crinkling. “You have a terrible poker face, love.”

“I know,” she replied simply, still grinning.

“I wondered where that shirt went, y’know,” he grumped for a moment before his eyes traveled downward pointedly. “Though, I suppose it looks better on you anyway,” he mused with a smirk.

“Y’sure?” Aevryn asked innocently. “Because I could be persuaded to give it back to you right now… if you wanted,” she purred with a small shrug, the look she gave him more than suggestive.

“What would that leave you to wear then?” he asked, his brows raising in faux concern.

Hooking a finger at the edge of the collar and tugging it out, Aevryn glanced down. “Looks like nothing,” she replied cheekily, leaving Valdo to wet his lips as he deliberated.

“Alright then, give it here,” he said expectantly.

“Oh no, that’s not how this works, you have to take it from m--”

Before Aevryn could finish, her words turning into a surprised squeal, Valdo had rolled her astride him and was pushing the shirt up over her head, her arms raised to help him; his hands traveling up her body til cold air prickled her bare skin.

“There, now what?” he asked smugly, gazing up at his naked girlfriend.

“As if you have to ask,” she murmured leaning down to kiss him, her hands cupping his face before sliding up to tangle in his unruly curls.

—

Morning came much too early for Aev’s liking and she threw her arm over her eyes as Valdo tried gently to wake her.

“Nooo, you can’t make me,” she cried plaintively, the words muffled against the back of her arm.

“Just remember, I tried to be nice,” Valdo said before tugging the blankets away completely, baring Aevryn to the chill morning air.

“Oh you bastard,” she groaned, curling up around herself in an attempt to contain some of her body heat, finally giving up and opening her eyes to sit up, directing her fiercest glower at him.

Valdo merely grinned down at her, fully dressed already. “I did warn you,” he replied matter-of-factly, helping her into her robe as she stood, stumbling slightly.

“No you didn’t,” she grumbled, but didn’t protest when he kissed her cheek and patted her wild hair.

“Once you take a shower I’ll have coffee ready,” he sang, gently steering her toward the bathroom.

The promise of caffeine helped Aevryn finish getting ready and soon they were in the car on their way to Jaskier and [Y/N]’s to drop off Romeo, and then to the airport.

“So, are you gunna tell me where we’re going on this mystery trip yet?” she asked, sipping her coffee and glancing over at Valdo behind the wheel.

“Nope,” he answered, his eyes flicking over long enough for him to grin before returning to the road.

“You know I’m gunna find out once we get to the airport anyway, right?”

“Not if I blindfold you and cover your ears with noise cancelling headphones,” he quipped back and Aev threw him a flat stare.

“Oh yeah, because that won’t look suspicious,” she teased.

When Valdo didn’t respond, just smiled to himself as he continued to drive, Aevryn sighed, settling back into the seat and closing her eyes. “Alright, alright, keep your secrets then.”

—

Luckily the TSA line wasn’t very busy and they got through security fairly smoothly. And what was more, by some miracle, Valdo was able to throw his hands over Aev’s ears playfully as the flight attendants announced the destination before boarding, and like a good sport Aevryn played along, letting Valdo keep his secret until they boarded their connecting flight in London.

At the pilot’s announcement before take off Aev turned to Valdo, her face lighting up as she finally learned their final destination.

“We’re going to Cork?” she exclaimed, her surprise evident in her reaction and Valdo grinned back proudly. “Gods, I haven’t been back there in ages. I think maybe once since we were children?” she mused, her eyes glassing over as if lost in memory. “That’s where we first met,” she murmured more to herself than him, her hand finding his.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, giving her hand a squeeze in return.

“What’s the occasion?” she asked suddenly, fixing Valdo with a sharp look, her keen eyes studying him as if she could figure out his secrets by reading them on his face.

“No occasion,” he replied smoothly, though his hand itched to reach for the velvet box in his pocket. “I just thought it would be nice to take a little break. We’ve both been so busy lately and I just… wanted to keep you all to myself for a bit,” Valdo admitted, his expression softening.

Aevryn smiled softly as she rested her cheek against his shoulder, still holding his hand; twining their fingers together.

“That sounds perfect,” she sighed.

—

Well it would have been perfect, but upon landing Valdo was informed that there’d been a bit of a mix up and their luggage had been left in London.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Valdo exclaimed, running his hands through his hair. “This is ridiculous!”

“I’m incredibly sorry for the inconvenience, sir. We will be retrieving your luggage as soon as possible and we’ll issue you a credit --”

“A credit? How is that supposed to help me right now?”

The man behind the counter flinched at Valdo’s icy glare and Aevryn quickly jumped in to smooth the situation over.

“V, we’ve still got our carry-on luggage, so all the essentials are there and we’re both tired, so let’s go back to the hotel and rest until tomorrow and then hopefully our bags will be here, right?” she asked, turning to the airline worker for confirmation.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” he replied quickly, nudging his glasses up while trying to avoid glancing at Valdo for too long.

“See,” Aev said, turning back to Valdo and leaning in close, resting her hand on his chest as she whispered in his ear. “You said yourself you wanted me all to yourself and while we’re in our room at the hotel, we won’t need clothes anyway.”

Valdo swallowed, opened and closed his mouth... and found nothing he could disagree with -- her argument was compelling and the image she’d placed in his mind was more than enough incentive to calm down.

“Alright, fine,” he gave in, letting Aevryn give the man their info so they could be contacted when their bags arrived.

—

After a long night and most of the next day spent luxuriating in their hotel room, their luggage had finally arrived, and while Valdo was still slightly annoyed that so much time had been lost, he couldn’t really complain either. However, now his plans could proceed, unhindered.

The next few days spent in Cork were lovely and the couple ambled the streets, visiting several places they used to love as children; Aevryn’s excitement fueling Valdo and he kept reaching into his coat pocket to feel for the ring, impatience nearly spoiling all his plans several times. He just had to wait one more night.

Their dinner reservation was at eight, and as Valdo held the door for Aev, little did he know that his plans were about to be dashed once again.

“What do you mean you can’t find my name?” he hissed, attempting to keep from snapping at the hostess. “I made this reservation weeks ago,” he insisted, his usual nerves of steels beginning to fray.

“I’m sorry, sir, I just don’t see your name here. I’m not sure how this happened.”

“Do you have any idea who I am?” Valdo exclaimed before Aevryn could stop him.

As the hostess shook her head, gaping at him as if she might be able to recognize him, Aevryn grabbed his hand and pulled him off to the side.

“Valdo, what are you doing?”

“I’m attempting to get us a table,” he replied, clearly agitated.

“You were really gunna play that card?” Aev asked, placing her hands on her hips. “The ‘I’m famous, so I should get whatever I want’ card -- really, V?”

Valdo sighed, knowing she was right and that he looked like an ass.

“Why is it so important we eat here?” she wondered, fixing him with a curious look.

Again, Valdo floundered, pushing his hair from his face. “I just -- I thought it would be nice, and I wanted it to be… romantic,” he admitted sheepishly.

A smile stole across Aev’s lips and she reached up to take Valdo’s face between her hands. “That is incredibly sweet, V, but it’s not necessary. No matter where we go it’ll be romantic, because we’re together. Besides, this place is a little stuffy for us -- this ain’t our scene,” she pointed out and Valdo glanced around at the classy, yet conservative decor and winced, knowing she had a point.

Why didn’t he think of that?

“What d’you say we get outta here and find someplace more our speed, hm?’

“You’re right, of course you’re right,” Valdo murmured smiling. He’d just have to alter his plans slightly, but this could still work. He could be flexible. Spontaneous.

They found a little dive bar down by the docks that featured local underground acts and the band that was headlining for the night was only a couple songs into their set as the couple took a seat.

Instantly Valdo felt more comfortable and it was obvious Aev did as well.

“Look at this place,” Aevryn said, gesturing to the bar around them, an awed grin on her face. “This reminds me of the joints we used to frequent in uni. We saw so many great shows in places like this, do you remember, V?”

“How could I forget?” he mused, sitting back, his long fingers tracing the edge of his glass.

“Feather Fall would have fit in perfectly here,” he joked and Aev nodded, remembering the band’s first gig, opening for another local band -- Aevryn the only one on the floor, screaming her head off for them as they took the stage.

“Definitely,” Valdo mused, remembering the same show.

Drink in hand and food on the way, Aev settled in to watch the band, but Valdo only had eyes for her.

By the time the band was playing their final song for the night, Valdo had finally worked up the courage to ask her, attempting to veer their conversation toward the little speech he had planned when suddenly a handful of twenty-somethings were gathered around their table, breathlessly clamouring for photos or autographs.

Valdo sighed while Aevryn threw him a bemused grin, cutting off their conversation to shake their fans’ hands. Throughout the entire ordeal Valdo grinned and bore it, wanting to be done so he could whisk Aevryn away; unreasonably jealous any time another fan threw their arm around her or hugged her.

Finally the bartender announced last call and they were able to slip away.

Standing on the sidewalk, Aevryn stretched, taking a deep breath of night air. “Smells like rain,” she mused, and sure enough thunder rumbled ominously somewhere in the distance.

“Wanna go for a walk before we call a cab?” Valdo asked, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“What about the impending rain?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him and holding out her hand, palm up, certain she’d just felt a sprinkle.

Valdo merely shrugged. “At this point I’m past caring if we get rained on or not.”

Aevryn laughed and fell into step with him, taking his arm. They shared one of Valdo’s cigarettes as they walked, the sound of the surf lapping against the docks soothing, despite the gathering thunder that was slowly growing closer and louder.

“Hey V, I think --” Without warning the clouds seemed to open, dumping a sudden downpour over them, effectively cutting off Aevryn’s words, which turned into a surprised shriek. Grasping hands the two took off running, searching for someplace dry to shelter, their laughter echoing into the still night.

By the time Valdo pulled them under the overhang of a nearby awning, they were both already completely soaked through. Breathing heavily, they leaned against each other to catch their breath, until Aev’s broad grin chased all of Valdo’s doubts away. Taking her wet face between his hands he leaned in, kissing her as if it were the only thing he ever wanted to do.

“What was that for?” she asked, breathless and somewhat dazed, her fingertips resting against his jaw.

“Nothing has gone smoothly since we got here, especially tonight, and I just wanted something to go right,” he explained. “I wanted this week to be perfect. I’d planned it out in minute detail for months now and when it came down to it the universe saw fit to throw a wrench in all those carefully laid plans. Well, y’know what — fuck it,” he announced, getting down on one knee in the middle of the wet pavement.

“What, Valdo…?” Aevryn gasped, her eyes growing wide as he took her hands in his and she gaped down at him kneeling before her, his dark curls sopping and plastered to his face; the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Aevryn Swift, I have been in love with you since the first day I met you and that has never changed, not for even a moment -- even when we were apart and I fucked everything up; thinking I’d never get a second chance. And yet you came back to me, and I don’t deserve you, I want to. Gods, I want to. I’ve never wanted anything so badly. You make me want to be better, do better.”

He paused, his emerald eyes searching hers hopefully and he took a shaky breath.

“So what d’you say? You and me babe, how about it?”

Reaching into his pocket he produced the ring, holding it out to her as if it were his own beating heart offered up to her to do with what she would.

“Yes,” she whispered, voice hoarse, yet with no shred of hesitation. “Yes, fuck yes,” she repeated louder, her voice strengthening; the dampness on her cheeks not all from the rain alone and Valdo could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment.

“You’re sure?” he asked, unable to keep the question from springing to his lips.

“Of course I’m sure!” Aevryn exclaimed and an incredulous grin tugged at Valdo’s lips as he took Aev’s hand and slipped the ring onto her finger, drawing her knuckles to his lips before she pulled him to his feet and launched herself into his wet arms, kissing him without reserve as the rain continued to fall.

Despite all the setbacks and the rain and his impulsive proposal, in that moment Valdo couldn’t care if it had gone exactly according to his original plan or not, because this, this was perfect.

#punk!au #valdo marx #punk!valdo #punk!aevryn #punk!valdo x oc #valdryn #my writing #l;fjadflak i have so many feels

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makomaragi · 4 years

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my sleep schedule is all messed up, I wanted to post this last night when I got home from work but instead I watched game grumps and fell asleep :))))

i wrote a dumb for valentine’s day!!

Title: Cliches

Pairing: Aurea Juniper/Fennel

Rating: PG, nothing nsfw minus a small mention of sex

“I was surprised you wanted to come to Castelia for dinner,” Fennel mused as she held the paper menu perhaps too tightly between her hands, and much too close to her eyes despite having glasses on.

“You said this was your favorite restaurant, so it seemed logical.”

“Yeah, but I’m still surprised you initiated coming to the city on a holiday. Especially for dinner.”

The professor shrugged. No, she didn’t like the travel to the city. No, she didn’t like being out on greeting card holidays that implied dinner. She mostly certainly didn’t like cliché romantic tactics. But Fennel liked all of those things, and for a few single evenings of the year, she would play along.

“It’s just one evening,” not sure if she was saying it to Fennel as a reason why she wanted to do so or convincing herself of the explanation.

“You were so prepared, you had reservations and everything,” Fennel had set the menu down, folding her hands together and resting her chin upon them.

Aurea smiled at this, having learned from her past mistakes. “I don’t know why you’re looking at the menu. You always get the same thing,” the professor chided her.

“Yeah, but they have all of these specials for Valentine’s Day. We could split one of these.”

“Or we could get two different things and share anyway.”

There was something Fennel truly loved about going out for dinner on special occasions. Perhaps because it was one of the few times a year she got to see her girlfriend in an evening dress. Even having seen her in similar sights before, she still managed to get flustered when their eyes met after the fact. Aurea had let her hair down, leaving it to fall over her shoulders in a way that seemed to emphasize the slight natural curls at the ends of it, or maybe it was simply caused by the tight bun she wore it in all day. The dream scientist was fairly certain that Aurea had changed her shoes before they met at the restaurant – she wasn’t one to wear heels for any length of time unless the situation demanded of it. But she had for the occasion, black heels to match the dress. Even looking at her in the attire left Fennel feeling red in the face, hating when she caught herself staring at her for too long.

The professor had been fairly quiet over dinner, Fennel deciding it was merely fatigue from the day. Not that Aurea was the most talkative person on the planet to begin with, or maybe Fennel herself talked enough that the other woman had grown so used to just listening. They had seen each other briefly that morning before departing to their respective labs with the knowledge that they would be meeting in Castelia for dinner that evening, truly the only thing that was out of routine. Fennel had gone as far as bringing the dress she would be wearing and changing after work to avoid taking the ferry back home again, giving herself some sort of suspense when Aurea would see her in it at dinner.

The roses Aurea had sent her at the lab didn’t hurt, either.

“Let’s take a walk,” Juniper suggested as they left the restaurant and made their way back in to the city.

“Okay, I just thought you were in a rush to get home.”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Just that you’re always in a rush to get home. And it’s cold and snowing and I don’t really want to be outside long.”

“Just a few minutes,” she promised, placing a hand on her lower back as she guided her down the street.

The city never quite stopped, though the corner of the park they found themselves in was as secluded as it would get given the circumstance of the holiday. Fennel silently decided they had probably looked a tad out of place from the others in the park – someone feeding the Pidoves, even so late in to the evening, a few people riding bicycles, all dressed appropriately for the weather. Then, there was her and her girlfriend, heels clicking loudly against the pavement, and overcoats not suited for how cold it was getting to be.

Aurea taking a seat on the bench seemed to surprise Fennel, who followed her lead.

“Thank you for dinner, it was nice,” was all Fennel blurted out in her confusion when the professor remained silent. “I know you must of hated all of this, but I really loved it.”

“I didn’t hate it at all,” she smiled. “I had a rather lovely evening with you.”

“It was so crowded everywhere, though. I know you hate that. But you did it for me, hm?”

The professor only nodded, her smile growing warmer somehow, taking Fennel’s hand and began reaching for her opposite pocket on her overcoat.

Her Xtransceiver beeped. She was tempted to ignore it given the circumstance, not that Fennel was aware. But she noticed first who was trying to contact her, and she wasn’t one that could go ignored.

Her wide eyes met the dream scientist’s for half of a second before she hit the appropriate button. “Hi, Bianca,” the young blonde’s face popped up on the small screen as she held the device up a bit higher.

“Professor! Are you still in Castelia?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, you’re in the park! I can see the fountain behind you! I’m right down the street at the Pokemon Center, I’ll be there in like, thirty seconds, I need to speak to you!” Bianca hung up before the professor could get a word in.

Fennel laughed, but Aurea was certain it was out of hindered annoyance.

It wasn’t more than a minute later that the pair saw Bianca turn the sharp corner in to the small park, nearly hitting a lamp post when she sighted them. “Professor Juniper!” she called, seemingly running in place to find her footing before appearing before them. The young blonde was breathing heavily, leaning forward with hands on her knees attempting to catch her breath. After a few seconds of this, she composed herself, straightening her hat and glasses.

“Professor Juniper,” she repeated in a much calmer tone. “I need to speak with you! This is very important!” Bianca must have realized she was speaking much louder than necessary, at the same time seemingly noticing that her mentor wasn’t alone.

“Oh, hello, Doctor Fennel,” Bianca gave a nervous wave which Fennel returned. “I didn’t expect to see you here as well!”

Surely, the young girl had put together the circumstances given their outfits and the holiday, but it didn’t appear that way.

“A trainer contacted the lab while you were gone. He wants to come the whole way from Hoenn and compete for badges here.” “His family moved here from, Hoenn, I should of said that first!” Bianca gripped at her hat and shook her head. “But so he wants his first Pokemon from you!”

“Tell him to make an appointment at the lab, it’s fine-”

“No, no, that’s the thing! I made one for him! Tomorrow! I just forgot to tell you before you left today! So I needed to tell you! I’m telling you now!” Bianca nodded confidently. “You said you were going to the city and I didn’t know for how long so I needed to make sure you were back tomorrow! I was already in the city, because originally said he wanted to meet me here from the docks, but THEN he said he wanted to see the Pokemon lab and have the whole experience and meet you and stuff.”

“Right.”

“So, I told him, I would tell you right away, because I didn’t know how long you’d be in the city, and he might have to come another day! But your calendar was still open for tomorrow, meaning you didn’t have anything going on in the morning, so I put it on the schedule. So, if you had planned on staying in the city, I knew you would of put that on the calendar!”

“Yes, thank you, Bianca.” Aurea wanted to address why this couldn’t have ended at the phone call, or why the conversation itself couldn’t have been had on a phone call. But either way, it was an interruption nonetheless.

If Fennel had been annoyed, she was doing a swell job of hiding it all.

“I’m going to go find the Pokemon Center for the night, so I’ll see you guys later,” Bianca waved, until Fennel intervened.

“You’re not going to go see Cheren?” the dark haired woman inquired with a sly smile, of which she was sure annoyed her girlfriend.

“Hm, no. I’m hoping to see him over the weekend, though. He’s pretty busy with the gym and all, and he’s so far away now.”

“If we’re handing out starters, I’m going to need you at the lab tomorrow, Bianca,” Juniper purposely interrupted. “I don’t mind if-”

“Okay, I’ll go back on the ferry with you then!” Bianca exclaimed, bringing her fists to her cheeks in excitement.

“Right, then,” the professor sighed more pronounced than she meant to. “Can you give us a moment, please?”

“Of course! I need to run back to the Pokemon Center and grab my things, anyway,” and just as quickly as she appeared, Bianca was gone again. Aurea had the fleeting thought that Bianca probably had not considered that she was out for the holiday with her girlfriend. It certainly wasn’t something she broadcast, but she was sure her assistant had some idea of their relationship.

“So, no late night for us then, hm?” Fennel’s eyes drifted down, fidgeting with a seam on her dress.

“I guess not.”

“Well...in that case...I think I’m just going to stay at Amanita’s tonight, then.”

“Why? I know this wasn’t what we planned, but-” Aurea’s face fell, grabbing Fennel’s hands in some attempt to keep her there.

“No, no, I’m not upset, Aurea,” the dream scientist rose from her seat, adjusting her dress some more. “It just doesn’t make sense for me to go the whole way home and then get up so early to come back to the city for work. Especially if you have to get up and be at the lab so early now. I mean, it’s already almost 10. By the time we get home it’ll be after 11, and you’re getting up at like 6...”

“You’re right...”

The walk to the old apartment seemed simultaneously dragged out yet not enough time. Neither of them spoke much, mostly concentrating on how to navigate crumbling city sidewalks in heels despite how well lit the streets were, Fennel clinging to her girlfriend’s arm for most of their journey until they found themselves at her apartment’s steps.

Fennel placed her hand on the door knob, turning to face the other woman. “I’ll see you tomorrow after work then, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, this feels like old times, doesn’t it? You dropping me off at my apartment before you left. Or sometimes you’d stay.”

“Mostly you’d come to Nuvema, though,” she smiled at the memory. “I wish you’d just come home with me.”

“I don’t think Bianca wants to watch us make out on the ferry,” Fennel laughed, leaning in and kissing her gently on the lips. “We can make out at home tomorrow. Maybe more than that, if you’re nice to me.”

Now it was Aurea’s turn to laugh softly, kissing her again and pulling her in to a tight embrace. In the few short seconds she held her, her emotions quelled up too quickly for her liking, trying to sooth herself by concentrating on the scent of her beloved’s hair. This was not where their evening was supposed to end.

Fennel had already changed in to her pajamas and was removing her makeup and jewelry in the bathroom when Amanita finally made her appearance. The older scientist had known she was at home, somewhere, having left the door unlocked and leaving amenities out for her after receiving her text.

“So, what are you doing here? Not that I mind, it’s just weird that you’re staying at your sister’s on Valentine’s Day when you could be with your girlfriend,” Amanita lingered in the door frame.

“It just didn’t make sense for me to go back to Nuvema this late. Aurea has to be up early now, she has a trainer coming last minute tomorrow morning,” Fennel answered as she removed her earrings. “It sucks. I was really looking forward to going home and spending time with her tonight.”

Amanita shook her head, she didn’t need to hear the details of what Fennel had intended for the evening any further than that. “What’s wrong? Did you guys get in a fight or something over it?”

“No, not at all.” Fennel paused in her routine, gingerly placing her hands down on the sink and facing her sister. “I just….I don’t know. Aurea wanted to take a walk by the fountains, and we sat down on the bench and she...I’m not sure. It seemed like she wanted to talk to me about something before we got interrupted. Bianca called, and then showed up, actually...she has a new trainer coming tomorrow morning.”

“Maybe she was going to propose.”

Fennel laughed, shaking her head. “No, I highly doubt that. She’d never say it outright but I know she hates gimmicky holidays.” Even so, she turned to face her sister. “Why, did she say something to you about it? Do you know something I don’t?”

“No, I swear, she’s never mentioned anything about that to me. It was just the first thing that popped in to my head given the circumstance.”

Fennel made some sort of confused face, rolling her eyes, ushering herself past her sister and in to what used to be her bedroom across the hall, Amanita following close at her heels.

“You mean you didn’t even consider that?”

“No, not at all. I honestly didn’t even think of that until you brought it up.” Fennel rearranged some pillows on the bed, pulling the covers back, still mulling over this new development. “Besides, she doesn’t want to get married. If we did, she’d just want to go to the court house and sign some papers or whatever. The whole proposal thing just isn’t her style. It’s something she’d bring up over coffee, very nonchalant.” She sat down on the bed, seemingly pondering over it all, making the realizations as she spoke. “Believe me, if I thought it was something she wanted and we had been talking about, I’d have asked her myself, a long time ago. For some reason, in my head, whenever I thought about it, I always imagined her asking me. So I’m just going to leave it up to her, if she decides she wants to. I’m fine with how things are now. I’d love to get married someday, but we don’t need to. We already live together.”

Amanita couldn’t help but chuckle. She always knew how boring Professor Juniper was, and truly could see her asking her sister to marry her in the same tone as asking her what they were going to do for lunch that day.

Yet, Fennel still was going on about it. “And she most definitely wouldn’t have proposed to me on Valentine’s Day. If, she was going to, it most certainly wouldn’t be on a holiday. She’d think it was overdone and too cliché.”

“Unless that’s what she’d want you to think.”

“Stop it! I’m going to bed!” Fennel giggled, practically shoving her sister out of the room and shutting the door. Even if her sister was teasing her, she was annoyed now that the thought was in her head at all.

But, she would go to sleep with the confidence of what she had already told Amanita, quickly talking herself out of it. Maybe Aurea would ask her to marry her someday, but it wasn’t any time soon. Let alone over the most predictable, silly holiday – that, she was very sure of.

Arriving home at nearly midnight, alone, certainly wasn’t how she had planned to spend the evening. She threw her overcoat over the couch haphazardly, collapsing on the couch herself. She didn’t much care if she ruined the dress she was wearing in doing so.

There was a passing thought that she should change in to something more suitable for sleeping and make her way up the stairs to the bedroom proper. But it meant seeing the candles she had put there earlier, wanting to surprise her newly betrothed, now making it at least two instances uncounted for.

The professor allowed herself to wallow in her sorrow for another moment on the couch. She was being over dramatic over the circumstances and she knew it. It wasn’t as though Fennel had any idea, which was the whole point. It was true that Aurea herself hated most cliches – but Fennel didn’t. If it meant something to Fennel, she would suffer through the embarrassment and lack of creativity of her decision that evening for the rest of their lives if it made her happy.

Picking herself up off of the sofa, she chose to hang her coat back on the hook as well, plucking it from where it lie until she heard a swift sound of something hitting the floor. Even in the dark she knew what it was, leaning down to pick up the small purple box that fell out of the pocket. She couldn’t even bring herself to open it again, having hoped the next time she saw it would be when Fennel did.

She wasn’t one to say that everything happens for a reason. She didn’t much believe in fate, let alone higher powers, or that anything was controlled by anything else. There were only coincidences.

Unless, maybe, this just wasn’t meant to be tonight. Another, better, opportunity would present itself. It was her own fault for not waiting, really – she had picked it up from the shop only fourty eight hours prior. What was she to do with a ring that was meant to be hidden until the intended purpose? Fennel was quite nosey and the only option was giving it to her sooner than later. All of this under the assumption that she would agree to it in the first place.

She decided then and there that it was best she take her father’s advice and speak with Fennel’s parents first. If only to make herself feel better about it not working out this evening. She dreaded the thought of it, though supposed it was the proper way to go about this, despite her trying to forgo bringing them in to this all together. There was a sense of relief washed over her in the epiphany, thinking of what Fennel’s parents would of said to the both of them had she not made them aware of her intentions. It truly was better that it didn’t happen that evening. Maybe she would thank Bianca tomorrow without context.

She knew there was a reason she hated cliches. They never worked out the way she wanted them to.

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